i try to have a normal conversation

ok i forgot his name but ya’al remember that weird white guy who was making videos on how to hook up with asian girls and he was like grabbing them and shit? i swear 2 god some guy at the bar last night was trying those techniques on me. weirdest shit i have ever experienced. this guy was trying to make conversation  as i was waiting for my drink by the bar- and he’s like talking about THE most normal shit- and then he’s like gripping the back of my neck under my hair ??while he’s talking about like how he just moved to toronto?? i’m still shook

You know what I just realized? I really don’t get allosexuals.
*Example*
I’m hanging out with friends. Two of them are together. One of them looks at the other and says, “I’m thirsty”.
Now I know there are two definitions for thirsty. But I have no idea which definition they’re using.
I mean, they were kind of looking at each other sexually? *Side note: allo body language is strange too.*
So I start looking for something else to do in case they start making out. I mean, I guess I COULD try to carry on the conversation with them, but that seems a little rude.
They notice.
They start going over the top with sexual language, exaggerated voices, blah, blah.

Allos who know I’m ace tend to do this around me. I don’t know why. Is it normal allo behavior? Is it because I look uncomfortable? Is it because my life is actually a sitcom, and it gets a laugh from the audience? These are questions that will continue to be asked, but never answered.

Anyway, they leave. I now assume the orginal statement was sexual, and they left to go to their place to fuck.

They come back 15 minutes later, having gone to Walmart for Cokes. I state my confusion, they point out my mistake, laugh, and call me a prude.

HOW was I supposed to know?!

Is there some kind of secret allo code? Are they telepathic?

So if someone could explain this to me, that would be great.

Also, when I look away from people kissing/making out, I get the same, “Don’t be a prude” reaction.

…?

I can only look at you or away from you? I was trying to be polite by giving you space? Seriously, do allos just watch their friends kiss/make out?

I am so confused.

Send help.

poor alfred, honestly, i mean you know he ends up getting a lot of shit for the batman thing but you also know that man did the best he could with bruce goddamn wayne, the most stubborn-ass closed-off melodramatic dingus to ever punch a crime. good luck finding a therapist that kid will ever talk to. if he did not at least once try to make that boy talk about his feelings, only to be met with a broken third-story window and a missing boy, i will eat my hat. honestly. imagine batman. imagine him younger, with the impulse control of a young rich white boy. try and tell me he wouldn’t jump out a goddamn window just to prove a point about how willing he is to jump out a goddamn window to avoid this conversation. normal kids, you just wait until you’re driving and they’re stuck. i promise you bruce wayne nearly fucking died trying to fling himself out of the car and into the bed of a nearby truck because alfred had the audacity to suggest he might have had a feeling one time. i was a regular teen and i nearly flung myself out of many windows to avoid feelingschat, i cannot imagine the drama of a teen with the strength and willpower and poor coping mechanisms to one day Become A Bat. it’s amazing either of them even survived. give that butlerdad a medal and a bottle of bourbon.

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm bi and I think my dog is trying to set me up with girls? Every time I take her for a walk she avoids children and men but the second it's a lady she rolls over and acts cute. If they try and walk away? She cries. They don't have to be petting her or anything if they chill with me she's happy. I have zero game so I've only gotten long conversations with hot ladies. Normally straight ones but my dog doesn't think I should be picky lol.

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Ford looks at the piles of paper scattered around the table and groans. “This is just for the room assignments for the roadies?”

“Sadly, yes,” Lardo says, patting her on the back. “It only looks complicated though. I mostly have a system you can stick with, you’ll just have to worry about the new frogs next year.”

“Somehow I almost wish I was trying to schedule rehearsals again,” Ford mutters.

“Here,” Lardo hands her a small red folder. “Look, this is the basic set up, okay? I have one for hotels that have strictly doubles, one that has doubles and singles, and hotels where you might have to squish 3 per room. It happens sometimes.”

“Okay,” Ford flips the folder open and compares the sheets side by side. “So some people are always together, some people move around, and - what are those red exclamation points at the bottom?”

“Those mean absolutely not,” Lardo points out one pair. “Like, Whiskey and Tango get along really well normally, but before a game Whiskey needs quiet, and Tango always has questions. Terrible combination, as we discovered on their first roadie. Tango and Nurse is actually a good combination, because Nurse likes a bit of a distraction, and he can usually direct the conversation back to a somewhat relevant topic. Whiskey and Dex get stuck together a lot, because they both appreciate the quiet, unless I know Chow and Dex have a comp sci project due. Then I’ll try and put them together because they’ll probably be up half the night anyways, and then you don’t have two pissed off roommates. Ransom and Holster shouldn’t be split up, because frankly, it just makes them sad, and then they pout, which is a little bit pathetic but also endearing?”

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some of my favourite bits/random thoughts from beauty and the beast (2017)

(Warning: spoilers ahead) (this is long and goes through the entire movie cause i need to talk about it alright

  • the pretentiousness of the prince at the beginning and his face when he handles the rose - amazing face by dan stevens might i add 
  • how the entire castle kinda looks like a rose and when it crumbles whenever the petals fall - that shit was wild man 
  • that the town was actually diverse??? amazing and beautiful
  • WHEN BELLE IS READING AND SHE’S SURROUNDED BY FLOWERS/ROSES 
  • “she hasn’t made a fool of herself to gain my favour. What would you call that?” “Dignity” (same)
  • ALL THE ROSE MOTIFS HOLY FUCK OKAY 
  • that mother fucking groan in ‘belle (reprise)’ that every woman can relate to
  • HOW DOES THIS ENTIRE FAMILY TRUST THE INSTINCTS OF A HORSE AND TALK TO IT LIKE IT UNDERSTANDS EVERY FUCKING WORD? AMAZING AND MIND BLOWING 
  • when cadenza had that ‘oh shit’ moment 
  • maurice trying to act all chill before freaking the fuck out 
  • lets be real - every moment between lumiere and cogsworth
  • “Who are you?” “Who are you?” - same adam 
  • why doesn’t this castle have any railings? like, i understand its a dungeon or whatever….but like,,,safety people???
  • “or as i like to call it, the only wing” nice save lumiere 
  • table dancing in gaston….so many feelings for it 
  • “You can’t judge people by who their father is, now can you?” YASSSS GIVE ME BACKSTORY I LOVE THIS SHIT
  • the fact that adam/the beast struggles with having a normal conversation cause he’s an idiot who hasn’t interacted with people properly in yearssssssss
  • the fact that mrs potts is okay with belle leaving. she’s so sweet and i loved her in this
  • WHY DIDN’T LUMIERE LET BELLE EAT AT ALL DURING ‘BE OUR GUEST’? FUCKING RUDE
  • also, the amount of extra lumiere was in this scene? amazing 
  • does the beast sleep in a nest or a bed? like….i have a lot of feelings about this okay
  • (dan stevens knocks me out every time he talks in this movie okay. SO MUCH EMOTION)
  • the fact that the castle has a doggy door????
  • The way that the beast fainted, was like…..so very human and i love it okay
  • do you think agatha was fucking tired of waiting for a girl to come around or do you think it’s destiny that led her there - too many rose motifs have forced me into these thoughts
  • how nuts is gaston tho??? like the fuck is up with him really??
  • DAYS IN THE SUN THO - LIKE….LITTLE PRINCE DIDN’T REALLY GET TO SAY GOODBYE TO HIS MUM. I WANNA DIE 
  • “My favourite is romeo and juliet” *beast eyerolls for days* (like same dude)
  • BELLE’S REACTION TO SEEING THE LIBRARY - LETS BE REAL, SAME
  • (also, highly sure the library scene is where beast realises he likes belle) 
  • the beast imitating the horse; beautiful and adorable 
  • snowball scene
  • THE BEAST UNABLE TO HOLD ALL THE BOOKS. AMAZING
  • BEAST TRYING TO PLAY THAT HE ISN’T READING A ROMANCE - DORK 
  • “What do you say we run away?” - YAS BITCH YASSSSSS
  • “too touristy?” - i love him 
  • “LET’S GO HOME” AND FUCKING BEAST’S FACE, SO TENDER AND SOFT I WANT TO CRY
  •  the water from the bath splashing on lumiere….brilliant
  • THE BEAST WEARING MAKE UP I’M CRYING
  • the dress was beautiful and i will fight everyone who says it isn’t great 
  • THE PART OF THE DANCE WHERE THE BEAST DIPS BELLE AND THEN HAS HER UP ON HIS HIP IN LIKE ONE MOVE - FUCKING BRO, HE IS AMAZING
  • AND BELLE’S FACE THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING - SHE’S IN LOVE WITH HIM THE MOST IN THAT DANCE 
  • THE BEAST ASKING HER IF SHE COULD BE HAPPY THERE, THAT SHE MAY ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM AND THERE’S ME CRYING IN THE CORNER 
  • The bit where the beast sees belle run away, that sharp exhale of like shock and sadness 
  • in evermore where the beast closes his eyes to go with the line “i close my eyes and she’s still there’ - LIKE, THAT ACTUAL HEAD SHAKE OF HIM REALISING HOW IN LOVE WITH HER HE IS. FUCKING RUIN ME
  • HE WAITED IN THE SAME SPOT HE LAST SAW HER. HE WOULD HAVE WAITED THERE FOREVER 
  • THE WAY THE BEAST’S VOICE IS SO DESPERATE AND SURPRISED TO SEE BELLE AGAIN AND HE IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HER 
  •  “I am not a beast” - YAS BITCH, YOU TELL HIM 
  • also…..adam fucking jumped across the castle to get to belle….goals 
  • the beast was shot 3 times in the back….i mean….tough as shit he is 
  • He just wanted her there, to say goodbye and he’s in love with her and i’m dead inside 
  • HE DIED WITH HIS EYES OPEN, FUCKIG MORBID 
  • when all the servants transformed….i cried 
  • i love dan stevens so i will defend his ridiculous hair until i die 
  • plus that kiss was gold and i loved it 
  • (tho i do wish he had said something to her in that moment, just something) 
  • i loved lumiere and plumette - so cute (but also it should have been lumiere and cogsworth)
  •  that final dance tho….amazing 
  • the growl
  • i’m done. i am dead inside because of this fucking movie i swear to g 
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Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 1,635

A/N: Leave me requests in my DM’s 

Summery: Jughead and y/n get caught up in a heated moment by the lake

Y/N POV -

The heat radiated off my skin as I stepped out of the water onto the riverbank. There was a warm subtle breeze hitting my face as I join the others sat on a large rock, beer cans and food around us. The gang had decided to start off the new term at school on a high note so we all met up by the river for the day and had a couple of drinks. The group consisted of Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica, Jughead and myself.

We all sat round on the rock sharing laughs and making plans for our future summer together. Although some moments weren’t as perfect as others due to there still being tension between some members of the group. There was an ominous feeling about the day as we’d all pushed aside the Jason Blossom case to free our minds of the stress for one weekend.

I sigh and take in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling cold, refreshing water droplets spin down my back from my wet hair. I run my fingers through it to untangle the knots that had appeared. I look to my left to see Jughead awkwardly looking around unsure of what to do with himself. A look of slight discomfort contorted onto his features.

“You okay Juggie?” I ask him quietly not wanting to draw the attention of others. He just looks at me and shrugs, a solemn look about him.

“You gonna strip those clothes off for us Juggie” Veronica cheekily flirted towards the only one still fully dressed at the time. Jughead just scoffed and looked away biting back  “Are you gonna learn to keep your clothes on Veronica?” gaining awkward hisses and coughs from the others.

“That’s a little harsh isn’t Jug, considering it’s still basically summer, are you not planning on getting in the water with the rest of us later on then?” I ask him discreetly smirking his way.

“If it gets too hot then sure i’ll come in, but it’s not necessary for me to sit here half naked and be even more uncomfortable” he passive aggressively comments throwing his arms into the air.

We all just let out breathy laughs and go back to coordinating normal conversation. Not that any of us could really have a normal conversation as our minds had been constantly filled with the conspiracies towards Jason’s death.

“So Archie, how’s your music coming along?” Betty questions the red headed boy sat opposite us. “Yeah it’s good, I’m just really trying to throw myself into writing really, right enough of this sitting around, who wants to get in the water with me?” Archie suggests standing up, Betty, V and Kevin all stand up and follow Archie into the water, all smiles and laughs. I really did love my friends.

“You don’t have to sit here with me because you feel sorry for me you know?” Jughead suddenly snaps looking towards me. “I’m not staying with you because I feel sorry for you, I’m staying here because I enjoy your company dumb ass” I laugh and playfully shove the raven haired boy. He chuckles and grabs my hands to stop me from pushing him. Goose bumps travel up my arms as his hands come into contact with mine. I lean in towards him and let myself collapse in his lap, my head looking up at him, while our hands were still intertwined he fiddled with my fingers.

“I love the way you act around me, you’re just more free” I say looking up at his beautiful face. His green eyes catch mine and he smiles, Not something many people got to see very often, but I had always had the ability to bring it onto his face.

“Well that’s because I’m comfortable with you, I don’t have to pretend to like you it just comes naturally” there was a few minutes silence after his confession, where we just sat enjoying each others company listening to the sounds of our surroundings. You could hear the water splashing and our friends laughs were heard over the buzzing of the nature. It was a truly breathtaking moment in time.

“Do you think we should tell them?” I ask him quietly not wanting to spoil the atmosphere.

“Tell them what?” He replies dumbly knowing exactly what i was talking about, just then he let go of one of my hands and brushed it through my hair, making loops around his fingers with the locks.

“About us” I retort flatly, not taking his sarcasm to heart.

“meh, why do they need to know right now, I don’t care just as long as you’re happy, but not everyone has to know our business, let them just sit and ship us for a while longer” he breaths out.

“yeah it is kinda fun watching them freak out over the little things isn’t it” I giggle and look down at our still intertwined hands. Jug just smiles and nods down at me.

“Right” I sigh standing up and pulling him with me, “take your clothes off we’re going for a swim” He groans in distaste pulling a face but still he shrugs his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes. I couldn’t help but stare at his body as he removed the layers of clothes. His slightly indented stomach sort of gleamed as the sun hit his skin. He was perfect to me, not completely ripped like Archie, he had a slightly toned lanky figure which suited him well. Once he was ready I lightly pushed him back yelling over my shoulder.

“Race you to the water” I giggle running ahead. It didn’t take long for him to catch up and we joined the others in the water.

“well look who decided to show up” V commented splashing water up at me. I let out a small screech as the cold water splashed up at my body, I just laughed and splashed her back. Bad move. We had started a splashing war between the group, everyone screaming and laughing kicked and thrashing in the water to get everyone wet.

Even Jughead joined in and genuinely looked happy, something that goes a long way in my eyes, I loved to see him happy and smiling, a nice difference from his usual grumpy disposition.

We all carried on messing around in the water for a matter of time, when Betty suggested taking a swim around the lake, Her and Archie swam off and Veronica and Kevin were heavily enthused in competing on ‘who can do the better handstand’

“You wanna take a walk?” Jughead nudges me, his arm comes up to my waist and he tugs me towards the river bank again. I ring out the water from my hair as we walk towards the rock where his clothes were. He just shimmies on his jeans and hands me his flannel shirt, I look up at him and smile, putting the flannel on over my body.

We walk through the forest into a more secluded area, talking about nothing in general. I stop to look at the scenery before us. You could still see the lake peaking through the trees, and sunlight streaking through the gaps of branches. Jughead pulls me towards him by my waist and presses his lips against mine briefly. he pushes his forehead onto mine and breathes out “Beautiful” raising a hand to my face he strokes my cheek, his rough thumb stroking over my bottom lip, I look up into his eyes and notice the contentment in them.

He leans down pressing his lips to mine again, harder than before, his grip around my waist subconsciously tightens. My arms sling around his neck, one hand coming into contact with his face the other falling to the back of his head grasping the wavy raven locks in between my dainty fingers.

He slowly starts to walk me backwards not breaking the kiss until my back hits a tree. Both of his hands now resided on my waist tugging at the shirt he had so graciously handed to me. Our lips moved roughly against each others, both of us pouring our passion into the other person. My hands slipped down from his neck and rested on his smooth chest. Jughead pressed himself closer against me our chests now flush together. I could feel the rough bark from the tree behind me digging into my back. Giving me a slight sensation while our lips were meshed together.

I captured his bottom lip in between my teeth and lightly sucked on it before returning my lips to his. His hands slid round my waist to my lower back where he pulls me closer into his, if that’s even possible. The closeness between us right now was why we enjoyed being with one another, the raw connection we both felt never hesitated to send shivers down my spine.

“Woah! what’s going on here then guys” We hear the smug comment from Veronica, causing us to pull away from each other in shock. she just laughs and shakes her head. “I knew something was going on between you two” and walks away yelling to the others that she had some “big news”

“Well i guess the cats out of the bag then” Jug smiled and looked down at me, still holding onto my waist.

“Do you want me to go and tell her not to say anything?” I enquire looking up to him shyly, not really caring we were caught.

“Nah, let them all see I’m a fool for you” he replies pressing his forehead to mine smiling down at me. I just smile and lean up to press my lips to his once more. This really couldn’t have been a more perfect day.

Multilingual Nico though
  • Like I have this hc that Nico knows like 9 languages
  • There’s a new, really young camper who’s native language is Korean and can only speak a little English. Everyone’s like “Oh no, how we gonna explain everything???? Nico just rocks up and speaks to them fluently 
  • People are like???? When??? How???? 
  • And he’s just so casual about it “When I was figuring out how to shadow travel I ended up in a lot of places ya know” 
  • “Do you watch anime subbed or dubbed?” “Neither, the dubs are normally wrong so I just watch it in Japanese” “Uhhhh…” 
  • He likes a lot of foreign punk bands pass it on
  • Him and Piper have conversations in French to annoy Jason
  • Frank can sort of follow along (He’s Canadian guys) and his Grandma also taught him a little Mandarin so they try and chat in that and it’s just funny
  • He overhears Leo talking about how pretty Calypso is in Spanish, or cussing out his project that just won’t work and he’s there like… “You know I speak Spanish right?” 
  • Percy feels superior because Nico can’t speak fish but he’s just “Yeah, it’s not my type” 
  • Will loves it
The Kissing Booth

A SnowBaz fanfiction


Simon

Once a year, usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students.  It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and other classic carnival fare.  There’s always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel.  Most of the booths are run by student volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever charity the student body has voted on.

           I go every year, mostly for the caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.

           In truth, I didn’t even sign up for it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her own.

           I should have told her to find Penny, or Trixie or even Minty.  Anyone but me.

           It doesn’t take long for the word to spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the line has doubled in length.  Mostly first or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the line.

           It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes back.  How she endured hours of this, I cannot comprehend.  That’s just Agatha, I guess.

           A redhead drops her donation into the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time, her cheeks aflame.  I try to look as non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of the space.  She darts in with a kiss that’s no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her friends, a triumphant grin on her face. She must have been dared.  Poor girl.  I hope I wasn’t her first.

           “Well, well, well.”

           My stomach lurches at the cold drawl I know only too well.

           “What are you doing here, Baz?” I say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.

           He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a sneer.  “When I heard that the Chosen One had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”

           “Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you can go.”

           “Saving the World of Mages one kiss at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle.  “Not exactly what I was envisioning.”

           “I’m only covering for Agatha,” I retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”

           He scoffs.  “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank you very much.”

           “She’s not my – forget it,” I shake my head.  I’ve told him at least a dozen times, but it never stops him.

           “She must have been really desperate for a break to put you in charge,” Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be sweet.  “You’d think she’d at least pick someone attractive for the Kissing Booth.”

           It stings, but I don’t flinch.  “What, someone like you?” I spit back too fast.

           His eyebrows shoot up in delighted surprise as I realize my mistake.  “You flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow tighter and hope it passes for anger.

           “Is there a reason you’re still here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.  

           “As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages.  “I’m here to torment you.”

           “Great, well you’ve done that.”

           “I wanted to see what you’d do.”  He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing his face far too close to mine for comfort. “What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing Booth?”

           “You can torment me any time,” I shoot back, “you’re holding up the line.”

           “Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”

           “Then go away.”

           His eyes narrow and he pretends to think.  “Mmm, no.  I don’t think so.”

           “Baz, I’m warning you.”

           “Terrifying,” he drones, “but this is too much fun.  Besides,” his eyebrow flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”

           I flash him a smirk of my own.  “Aw, Baz. If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

           Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an eye.  “You think of that comeback yourself?”

           “There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so close.  “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t owe you anything.”

           He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine, and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge.  Out of my periphery I see him reach into his pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.

           I should punch him.

           I should spit in his face.

           I wanted to see what you’d do.

           I take him by the lapels and crush his mouth under mine.

           He makes a muffled sound of shock.  To be fair, so do I, but mine is more angry than it is surprised.  I kiss him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is oddly soft.  A face like his, you’d expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest thing from unmoving.  I can’t tell if he’s struggling or if he’s kissing me back but his lips are so, so soft and I want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…

           I only stop when a series of wolf whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.

           Trying to salvage the illusion of control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar.  The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous line.  I probably have.

           “Was that what you wanted?” I growl.

           He doesn’t answer, just holds my gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.

*** 

I don’t see Baz at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents three times.  I keep Penny company where she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for service.  When she and Penny are freed we pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel.  Only once the light has begun to fade and the signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways.  Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats back safely.

           Basically, I’m doing anything I can to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any longer.  I’ve wandered the grounds enough times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can barely see the ground in front of me. Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually.  There’s no undoing what’s happened.

           When I finally trudge back into the room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door.  His expression, though I don’t see it for long before I look away, is hard to read. Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too.  Almost a where were you edge.

           Normally I have to start any type of conversation, but tonight he wastes no time. “What the hell was that, Snow?”

           There’s no question as to what he’s referring, and I can’t help but get angry again.  “Me? You’re the one who had to start something!”

           “Well, you didn’t have to react so drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler than usual, almost transparent.  I half expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.

           His soft, soft lips.

           “You were egging me on,” I seethe, the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”

           “Proud little hero,” Baz says with the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”

           “You know I can’t, not in front of people.”

           “Wouldn’t want them to think the Heir is a coward.”

           I feel like a balloon in me is swelling and deflating at once.  “But that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger momentarily aside.  “If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”

           He doesn’t answer right away, and for a second I think maybe he understands. I want so badly for him to understand.

           “No reason,” Baz eventually says, turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen One.”

           I want to groan, to kick something, to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not fight me.  Have we ever in our lives made eye contact without there being some challenge between us?

           “Why did you have to get in that line?” I shake my head.  “There are so many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”

           “To be fair, I’ve already exhausted most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.

           “When have you ever been fair?”

           “Touché.”

           I’m tired of standing here at the door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as ever.  His gray eyes are positively silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as if it’s soaking the rays directly into him. He almost glows.  I have to laugh a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night.  If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly the moon.  Distant, cold, mysterious, almost too pristine to touch.

           His gaze returns to me suddenly.  He raises an eyebrow in a wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.

           “What exactly was it you expected me to do?”

           “At what point, Snow?” he gives a humourless laugh.  “You had more than one opportunity to react.”

           “When you paid the fee.”

           His tiny smile disappears.  “It doesn’t matter.”

           “It does.”

           “Drop it, Snow,” he says, the hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him.  Drop it is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t want to tell.

           “Was I supposed to kiss you?” I ask.  For some reason I have to know.

           “No.”

           “Then what?”

           “I don’t know, Snow, punch me.  Push me. Beat me to the ground.  Something.”

           My brow furrows in confusion.  “Wait. You wanted me to hit you?”

           He shrugs, more with his head than his shoulder.  “One of us has to get hurt, right?”

           I rise to my feet, and I’m face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time.  Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver, something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it dawns on me.  He was putting on a show at the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had been.

           If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?

           One of us has to get hurt, right?

           And suddenly it makes sense.

           There’s only a few inches between us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses to his lips.

           He doesn’t kiss me back this time, but he doesn’t move away either.  “What was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.

           “You act like we’re so different,” I say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”

           “How?”

           “What do you think we’d be if we didn’t have to fight each other?”

           I don’t miss the split second of longing in his eyes.  “Keep dreaming, Snow.”

           “Because I bet it would involve a lot more of this.”  I bring a hand up to his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.

           Baz closes his eyes like he has to collect himself.  “You’re the hero.  I’m the villain.  What more do I have to say?”

           “Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both know that’s not true.  You’re a boy, and I’m a boy.  That’s all.”

           “Tell that to the rest of the world.”

           “I don’t care about the rest of the world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”    

           “About what?”

           “If there was no act, no reputation, no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”

           Baz returns my gaze a moment, searching my eyes.    

           Then his lashes close and he’s kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.

           I let my fingers tangle higher up in his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only without the anger of the afternoon.  He angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping my waist and pulling me closer.  I melt against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle tug. Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of surprise when I press back a little harder.

           When we finally break apart, both of us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want to hear my name in his sigh.  Would he sigh Snow or Simon?  I want to know.

           “Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”

           When I meet his eyes, they’re full of more longing than ever.

           In response, he kisses a soft, slow triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by my eye, and I can’t help but smile.

“We can try.”

anonymous asked:

What about nurseydex + their first Official Date?

This is bad. Nursey’s blowing this.

“So… um… how’s your brother doing?” He asks, practically wincing at how awkward he sounds.

“Um, good, yeah. Think he’s up for a promotion or something at work,” Dex answers.

“That’s pretty cool,” he says, trying to remember what it is that Dex’s brother does.

“Yep,” Dex nods.

Nursey’s totally blowing this.

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Acting - Dylan O’Brien (Smut)

Song: Alessia Cara - Wild Things

Rating: MA (17+ for Explicit Content)

Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Word Count: 3,191

Warning: Exhibitionism(sort of), Oral (M>F), NSFW

NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS!

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Hugh Aynesworth : I read an interesting evaluation of you by a former friend of yours, a woman writer, and she…

Ted Bundy (interrupts) : Yeah, I know what you mean. I don’t know where in hell she got her facts about me, about anything - but she approached me and wanted me to contribute to the book she was writing. I’m just glad I didn’t waste my time. The ship deep she calls fact! I don’t care who you are, if you can’t see that the great bulk of my personality is alert and vital and reality-oriented and normal, then there’s really something wrong with your analysis or whatever psychiatric model you’re trying to use. I do have a conscience. It may have gaps in it, but I have a very strong conscience!

Don’t try to demonstrate your spirituality, keep it your secret. Then you find that it is possible to be in both worlds.You can speak to people normally, you don’t have to ‘be’ spiritual you can speak with them. But something will be moving through your conversations and your contact. Something will change. Especially if they don’t see that you’re trying to do something. But you only speak from your truth, from your way. And initially, although there’s greater peace even in your face, in your countenance, the mind, which is still immersed in conditioning, doesn’t see that at first. It sees more threat.
 'You’re not the one I, I have in here of you. You’re not matching up to my picture of you. So something is wrong with you.’
You have to be strong. And you’re growing strong, just by staying still.
—  Mooji

mycatisis  asked:

PLEASE talk about your villain!saitama au

OKAY wow you’re going to regret this ask but honestly I’M DELIGHTED

so disclaimer i haven’t read the manga, just seen the anime, and picked up manga bits and pieces here and there. so in this au:

saitama is a villain

he’s really fucking bad at being evil

like so, so bad at being bad. so saitama was a hero for like a week okay and he went this is boooooring i’m booooooorrrreeeeeeddd. and because people just love to turn on him for some reason, and he kept saving everyone - like he does - and he just kept getting blamed so he went you want me to be a villain? FINE

and the association got really worried but saitama literally just traded his yellow jumpsuit for a black one and started laughing maniacally inbetween punches. he literally didn’t change his behavior any other way, and soon he’s known as the strongest villain ever. smart monsters hesitate to attack z city because that’s saitama’s turf, his city, and he doesn’t take kindly to interlopers. but there are lots of people who don’t want to be a big dog, but work for a big dog. so saitama accidentally gets all these eager criminal minions and is like, well, i am supposed to be a villain. so he starts setting non fatal “hits” on people and sending his crews to attack banks and take all the money and destroying specific buildings.

except every person he has his henchmen beat up is an abusive ex, a child beater, a rapist, a dirty cop - all these people that sift through the legal system because the city is being attacked every other week by literal monsters. the money from the banks was dirty, and (after paying his henchman a very competitive wage, because it is actually possible to buy loyalty if you do it right) he gives the rest away. he still lives in his studio apartment, still goes shopping for deals on saturday. all the “random” buildings he destroys are involved in on corrupt deal or another. oh, yeah, saitama knows all this because he has the most intense underground criminal network no one has ever thought of - all those grandmas he goes deal hunting with on saturday know everything about everyone. he spends a lot of time hanging out with old ladies, only part of it to maintain his spy ring.

so saitama accidentally on purpose turns his hodgepodge criminal organization into some vigilante justice group. they all know it but none of them are willing to bring it up because hey - they’re well paid, they work for the #1 s-ranked villain, and saitama has never killed any of them. this is the best gig any of them have ever had, and they’re not willing to mess it up by pointing out that they’re one of the good guys.

but saitama is bored again. his life as a the most notorious villain of z city is so-so.

then he runs into genos.

genos who knows of saitama because of course he does, but meets him in the middle of some battle or something and is instantly aware that something is off. saitama is cheerful and funny (and hot) and somehow leaves the battleground having caused no casualties, having killed the monster that nearly killed a bunch of s ranked heroes, and somehow saitama is still being blamed for it all. genos is intrigued.

he goes to bang about it, trying to find out how evil saitama really is. instead this conversation happens: “actually his death count is zero.” “what” “i think he was just bored. he was a hero for a bit-” “he was a HERO?” “-but it didn’t work out. it’s not his thing. he really hated those weekly quotas.” “…you’re joking.”

and he starts stalking saitama, and is BAFFLED by his normal lowkey lifestyle. finds out that saitama regularly “kidnaps” king so they can hang out and play video games and no one even goes after him anymore. starts hanging out with him, which he thought would be harder, but instead he just offered to help him carry home groceries and saitama agreed and then they were talking about a random show and the next thing genos knew he was in the notorious villain saitama’s studio being made dinner.

and this goes, with genos slowly peeling back the surface of it all to discover the truth. and he starts falling hard, harder than he thought he could fall, but it’s okay, because saitama is falling too. and soon everyone knows genos and saitama have a ~thing~ and he keeps waiting for the hero association to say something about it, but they don’t. what does happen, however, is that some monsters will see him and automatically surrender because they figure jail is nicer than they’d get if saitama figures out they hurt his boyfriend. it doesn’t happen often, but it happens enough for it to be a running joke.

so saitama stays the #1 villain, it’s just that now he has a hero boyfriend whom he adores and they are an adorable power couple; its disgustingly cute.

Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: @imissmystery “Heyyyy I totally fell in love with “Nobody Needs To Know” and I was wondering if you maybe could do a part 4 to it with the prompt “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” but like Archie or one of the girls say that to Jughead referring to how he rejected the reader??? Sorry if I’m being annoying haha I just cried so much reading this story I need to have a new chapter…”

Prompts:
#76 “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
#4 "You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!“

Warnings: I think there’s more than once swear this time

A/N: the penultimate part of NNtK. Also the last part is a bit wordy, I apologize, but the last part will have all of the resolution!

My requests are always open!

Tag List: @captainsuperfangirl, @kitschkylo, @imperfectanatomy, @latenightbooknerd, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @markedbymymistakes, @1amluke, @piecestothepuzzles, @lostinpercyseyes, @littleecuppycake95, @esteettinenebola, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @emma-clmb


You didn’t come home until late last night. You knew obsessively checking your phone would do nothing to help your fragile emotions, and Pop’s wasn’t exactly an option. Instead, you walked around town until the wee hours of the night, never stopping for too long in any one place, which means that Sunday is a beautiful day of rest for your weary legs.

And still, Jughead hasn’t called. The rest of the group has texted you, and someone must have filled Kevin in because your correspondence with him thus far has been texts about how stupid Jug is being and about the level of mediocrity he reaches while you are far out of his league, anyway.

You’re not inclined to agree, but the sentiment is the same.

Once 11 am rolls around, you schlep yourself into the kitchen for a bagel and orange juice. It’s no breakfast burger at Pop’s, but it’ll do.

By the time you’ve finished, you decide to just talk to Jug first. Make the first move, and maybe he’ll come around.


“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Jughead slams his locker closed Monday morning as he finally acknowledges you. “And you know me not answering means I probably can’t talk, right?” He shoots back, but there is a playfulness you can see in his eyes. This is good, you can work with this.

“Walk me to class?”

As the two of you head down the hallway, you ease into a comfortable silence. But silence is all you’ve had this weekend, and you’re not about to let it continue.

“Listen, Jug. I miss you. You’re my best friend. Please, can we just do this again?” You gesture between you and Jughead, indicating the natural way it felt to be walking with each other. “I don’t see why, if I can put aside my feelings, we can’t just continue on as if nothing went wrong.”

You see his face drop a bit as you say that, and you hope you haven’t said the wrong thing again. But before you can express that concern, he perks up slightly. 

“That would be… Good, I think. We can pick up from where we left off?”

And, although it still hurt to know he didn’t feel the same, you agree.


Everyone meets at Pop’s after school, the usual routine, but you see the confusion on Betty, Kevin, and Archie’s face as they walk in to see Jughead at the booth. You hadn’t yet had the time to tell them your conversation with Jug.

“Hey, guys,” you greet as they get to the booth. Archie slides in next to Jug and Betty and Kevin fall in next to you. Avoiding the obvious and trying to not bring any more awkwardness, you ask, “Where’s Veronica?”

“She’ll be in right after us,” Betty answers, smiling tentatively at Jughead to acknowledge him before turning back to you. “She said she was going to check in with her mom befo-”

The door to Pop’s swings open and V walks in, smiling softly at the group until her eyes fall onto Jug. She speeds up her walk to the booth, stalking over angrily.

She moves her arm past Archie to grab at the soft collar of Jughead’s shirt. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Archie, alarmed, pushes her back a bit and she lets go of Jug. Also angry now, but more indignant than raging, Jughead jumps over the back of the booth the confront her. “Whoa, V, what was that for?”

You get up, hoping to explain that everything was fine, but Jughead pushes you slightly to the side as Veronica gets a hard look in her eye, her jaw setting in a hard line. “Don’t push her to the side, you’ve done that enough! You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did! She deserves better than someone who breaks his best friend’s heart and then shuts her out just because he’s a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings!”

You look between your friends, more confused than ever about her strong reaction and the sudden bashful look on your beanied best friend. “V, what are you going on about? Jug and I talked, it’s okay. Everything is back to normal.”

The three still seated have also stood up by now, painting a very unusual picture as the group stands around the booth without actually sitting in it.

Betty softly grabs at Veronica’s arm, looking at the other staring patrons of Pop’s. “C’mon, V, we’re making a commotion. Let’s just get out of here, go somewhere more private, and all of us can have a conversation.” Betty pointedly looks at your face, crumpled in concentration as you try to understand the situation. Ronnie softens, placing her own hand onto Betty’s and giving you an apologetic look.

“Fine,” she concedes, sighing. “We’ll go to my house. My mom said she’s on her way here to start her shift, anyway.”

The others agree, and although you are still utterly lost you allow Kevin to escort you out of the diner behind B and V, Jughead and Archie trailing behind.


The walk to Ronnie’s house had been awkward to say the least, with you trying to alleviate the tension.

Once inside of the house and settled in the living room, you are about ready to burst with curiosity. However, no one seems inclined to start the conversation, with all of you sat in a circle waiting for the first word from anyone.

You take it upon yourself once again. “So, would anyone like to explain exactly what went on at Pop’s?” You ask innocently.

Jughead sighs. “Well, yesterday, I get a call from Veronica. I thought that it was about the two of us, and so I didn’t answer. Next thing I know, Veronica is outside of my house screaming bloody murder and-”

“Oh, as if you didn’t deserve it,” Veronica interjects from where she sits leaning against Betty, arms crossed. “And don’t pretend that’s the start of the story.” She turns towards you now, arms uncrossing in favor of playing with the hem of her sleeve. “After we all split on Saturday morning, Betty and I took a shower and about an hour after Jughead called us. Not the other way around. We answered, wanting to know how he felt about the big blow-out.”

“Yeah,” Betty chimes in. “We didn’t blame him exactly, not after the conversation we had with you that night. We knew it would have been hard for him to hurt you that way, too, and we all know you can’t force feelings.”

“And we figured he could use a friend. Not as much as you needed us, but still. So when he asked us to come over, Betty and I went to his house. Then he started talking to us about how he felt really bad, and that he just wanted to know if you were okay but that he didn’t want to ask you himself because he didn’t want to mess with your emotions.” Veronica glares at Jughead with the last statement, and you wait for her to continue but she doesn’t.

“Okay, but I still don’t see the problem here?”

Archie reluctantly cuts in, sitting up slightly as he cracked his back. “Well, then I get a call from Veronica as she leaves, telling me that I needed to talk to Jughead because he was acting suspicious. So I headed over after practice, hoping it wouldn’t take to long because, uh, well honestly I feel like I shouldn’t be in the middle of a lonely Jug feeling feelings for the first time.”

“Meanwhile,” Kevin interjects, “I get a surprise visit from B and V and they explain what had gone down the day before. Geez, I go to the next town over once and I miss your declaration of love!” You give shoot an apologetic look to Jughead, but he shakes his head. “So then I text you, but don’t get a reply until the next morning.”

“Wait, what happened at Jug’s house though?” you inquire. This tale gets more confusing, and V’s rage still makes absolutely no sense.

Archie continues. “I go over to Jug and, well, he tells me how he’s feeling and then I tell V because honestly it’s pretty messed up to hurt you like that?”

“Actually, you only told her when we said that she hadn’t answered Kevin’s texts yet,” Betty reminds him.

“And once she knew, she went ballistic, tried calling him first to no answer and so she goes and bangs on his door,” Kevin picks up the story seamlessly. “And that’s what he was referring to by her ‘screaming bloody murder’,” he finishes off with finger quotes.

Jughead, finally annoyed at being talked over, goes back to the story he started. “Yeah, so she’s yelling for all of holy hell to hear and comes in telling me I have no right to talk to you after what I did, which made no difference because we already weren’t talking.” He looks into your eyes, and you hate the little flutter you still feel there despite it being unreciprocated. “But it turns out that Archie,” he throws a glare the red-head’s way, “has no code of honor whatsoever and told her everything I confessed the previous night.”

You start to put it together. All of the phrases they’d been using, ‘everything I confessed’, ‘tells me how he’s feeling’, ‘a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings’.

You look at Jughead, and although you can hear Veronica once again getting angry on your behalf, you can’t distinguish between the words. Your focus is Jug.

“You like me,” you whisper, and you see him still. The others stop their conversation.

“Oh,” Kevin says, “I thought we mentioned that part. Had we not gotten there yet?”

Everyone is silent once more. “Y-You like me, Jughead.” It’s not a question. It’s not even a statement. It’s an accusation, and everyone knows it.

Momma Hale

So cute =) Tell me if good or not.

Word Count: 763

Warnings? none

Requested? yes


It started out slowly, you knew Liam and Isaac thought of you as their mom, technically everyone thought of you as their mom, but when the boys started competing for attention, it was hell.

You were in the kitchen making their lunches, as they refused to eat the school lunches when you became Derek’s girlfriend. You were bobbing your song to some song you had playing in the speaker. You were making Boyd’s peanut butter sandwich when the door slammed into the wall.

You sighed, not looking up as you already knew who it was. “You seriously need to stop slamming doors when you need my attention, Isaac, you’re gonna make a hole in the wall at some point.”

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HAPPY REALLY LATE BIRTHDAY, ZARA!
yes this is really late omg sorry me and Ilse wanted this to be perfect and ready for you on your birthday but life is really shitty you know? Anyways, sorry but we both hope you enjoy this! (I drew the fanart and Ilse wrote the fanfic to go with it) foolforfelton drucuh-melfoi


“Malfoy, no. I can’t do dirty talking!”

“I know talking is hard for you but come one, if you try.”

“No I won’t do it. This is just- no.”

“Are you scared?”

“You wish!”

“Then why not?”

“Because I can’t!”


“Yes you can!”

“You know what? I’ll show you. Just you wait.”

“Are you flying way? Harry? Where are you going? We’re in the middle of a quidditch game here! You can’t just- IS THAT THE SNITCH?! SWEET BABY MERLIN STAY AWAY FROM IT!”

*******

“What do you call a Gryffindor with one brain cell?”

Harry sighted while Draco sat down next to him in charms class.

“Stop the Gryffindor jokes. It’s your problem you lost the quidditch match this weekend. You should’ve paid attention to the game.”

“Well excuse me for trying to have a conversation,” Draco huffed.

“You were- Draco- no.” Harry was lost for words.

“I was trying to take our relationship to a next level.”

“Dirty talk is not a next level,” Harry whispered back at Draco.

The class had started in the time Harry and Draco were talking and professor Flitwick was asking for silence.

Draco continued talking to Harry. “I think we should try it. What could go wrong?”

“We can’t even have a normal conversation. Like right now,” Harry shot back.

“Oh come on. You can’t compare it to chit chatting.”

Harry thought for a moment, a smile slowly appearing on his face. “You know what, maybe you’re right.”

Draco raised one eyebrow. “I am? Why are you smiling?”

Harry bent towards Draco so his mouth was next to Draco’s ear. “Does this arouse you?” He whispered.

“Potter, not in class.”

“Draco, I want you to ride me like a young baby elephant right out of the womb.” Harry was silent for a few seconds when he couldn’t contain his laughter and snorted wile Draco cringed.

Draco had shut his eyes once done cringing from Harry’s statement and was now rubbing circles over his temples with his index fingers. “You’ll be my end,” he said in the most dramatic way he could. “You’ll finish the Malfoy name and destroy one of the most valued wizard families of Britain.”

The two had been too caught up in their conversation to notice the class falling silent.

“Is there something you’d like to share with us, Mr Potter? Mr Malfoy?” The tiny man said in his high pitched voice.

“No professor,” Draco answered before Harry could. “Harry was just telling me how much he likes baby elephants,” he finished with a fake smile.

Professor Flitwick obviously didn’t know how to respond. “Well, eh, potter, do that in your spare time, please.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said to his professor.

“Now let’s continue the lesson shall we?” Flitwick rubbed his tiny hands.

Draco bend towards Harry again and whispered: “a Gryffindor with one brain cell is called gifted in case you were wondering.”

*******

Harry knew that once an idea had found its way into Draco head it would nestle there and not leave until the idea had been acted upon. That’s why Harry made sure to have to most cringe worthy dirty lines, that weren’t that dirty because he’s Harry Potter, prepared at all times.

Whenever Draco would bring up the subject Harry would tell him how much he’d like to suck on his elbow or just the idea of Draco number painting (“what in Merlin’s name is number painting?”) was driving him mad.

******

It was Saturday evening and Draco and Harry’s usual group of friends had gotten together and were now occupying the best chairs in the Slytherin common room.

Ron had brought his chessboard and was trying to play a game with Harry. Whenever Harry and Ron were trying to play a game of chess Draco would swoop in at one point and start giving Harry suggestions on his next move which most of the time led to Ron telling Draco to ‘do it yourself if you’re so good then’.

Pansy was showing Hermione her nail polish that changed colour every hour. She had convinced Hermione her nails deserved more than biting.

Dean, Seamus and Theodore Nott were passing a bottle of fire whiskey between the three of them.

And Neville and Goyle spent their evenings talking about Herbiology and Neville’s latest plant interests. Although it was Neville that did the talking while Goyle ate his way through the snacks and nodded at the right moments. A talent he had probably picked up while listening to Draco’s endless Potter-Rants.

Blaise Zabini could come back from his headboy duties any moment. It was an unspoken agreement the party didn’t start without Blaise being there.

A few minutes before ten, he entered the Slytherin common room and everyone left their places to sit in a semi-circle beside the fire. Seamus had pulled out a party and the weekly story passing started. The getting together wasn’t much but the idea of having friends and being a group was what kept each and every one of them going.

Everyone was having a great time. Their faces were red from laughing and maybe from drinking a little too much alcohol.

Harry looked to his right at smiled at Draco, a soft pink blush on his cheeks. He had tears from laughing in the corners of his eyes. Ron had told everyone Draco had dared Harry to a duel in their first year.

Harry reached for Draco’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Draco looked over at Harry and for a moment it was just the two of them. The chatter around them soften and all Harry could hear was his own heart beat. Draco eyes were a pool of silver and all he wished to do was to drown in them. He assumed Draco thought the same because his eyes started to dilate and — ever so slowly — their faces inched close and closer. Right before they were only inches apart from their lips, Harry got hit with a cashew on his forehead.

Harry’s head shot to the left where he saw Ron sitting with a hand full of nuts, an eyebrow arched up, and a playful grin on his face. “Harry, we asked you what happened after the supposed-to-be-duel. Stop gazing into each other’s eyes, will you?” Ron huffed.

Harry managed to smile back, though the stinging on his head made it hard for him. “Calm down with the nuts. Draco is the one that likes them in his face, not me.” Harry said, rubbing his forehead, and earning a punch on his arm from Draco and some laughs from the others.

Harry knew Ron, Hermione or Neville could just as well tell the story of Fluffy but they let him do it. He didn’t talk a lot when they were in a group and he didn’t necessarily want to but his friends didn’t want him to feel left out and he felt grateful for it.

He told his friends about the dog. He didn’t tell whose it had been for legal issues, and luckily no one asked. The evening came to an end when Harry finished with Snape’s riddle, the group started and yawning and from there everyone said their goodnight and left to bed. From behind him he heard Pansy telling Blaise they had made a bet about what happened to Harry in their first year and that she had won so he still owed her two galleons after seven years.

Harry and Draco were the only two that stayed in their seats. Ron had learned long ago he didn’t have to wait up for Harry if he was in Draco’s company.

Draco wrapped his arm around Harry and kissed his cheek. “What about we head to my room?” he whispered into Harrys ear.

“Or we hit the Room of Requirement first?” Harry smirked, sliding his hand in the inside of Draco’s thigh. Draco practically purred when he responded: “If that’s what you want.”

Draco and Harry held hands while running through the empty hallways of Hogwarts that led them to the Room of Requirement. The thrill of what they were going to do was exhilarating.

With Harry’s cloak draped over both of them, they arrived only ten minutes later in front of the wall that would lead them to the room. They stood still, Harry pulled the cloak off of both and them and looked at Draco. “I know I don’t say this a lot, but I’m the luckiest guy in the entire wizarding world for having you as mine and I love you.” Harry didn’t dare to look Draco in the eyes when he told him he loved him. He didn’t do it a lot, and most of the time Draco brushed it off and changed the subject. It hurt but it didn’t stop Harry from feeling the way he did.

This time Harry didn’t have to get hurt, he didn’t need to fear rejection. Draco’s fingertips pushed his head up, forcing Harry to look him in the eye. Slowly he came closer, making Harry want to move forward and connect their lips. Finally Draco closed the gap and pressed his lips against Harry’s, making Harry’s heart pump faster.

After a moment, maybe even two, Harry pulled back. Draco looked him lovingly in the eyes. “You’re deciding tonight,” he told Harry.

Harry thought for a moment and settled on a room he was sure Draco would like before he started passing.

After walking past the wall three times, a huge wooden door appeared, forming an entrance for Draco and Harry.

Draco stepped forward to open the door and let Harry enter first. Once inside, they both stopped walking abruptly.

The room was exactly what Harry had asked except for one tiny little detail, everything was pink.

“Harry, what did you do?” Of course Draco thought Harry had made the room pink because he was the one that had been walking.

“I didn’t do this,” Harry told Draco.

“Then how did this happen?”

“I have honestly no idea. Does it matter?”

As a response Draco turned around and put his hand on Harry’s waist, pulling him closer.

“I was just worried your mind went pink, that’s all.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“Shut up will you?” Draco whispered before kissing Harry.

The sheer pressure of Draco’s lips against his made Harry’s mind so clear. He felt everywhere Draco touched him, his fingers gripping his waist.

Harry reached up to cup Draco’s cheek, slowly moving his lips against Draco’s.

Draco slid his hands down to Harry’s hips and started playing with them hem of his shirt. The only thing Harry wanted at that moment was for Draco to lift his shirt off him.

Draco didn’t and continued playing with Harry, slowly kissing him.

Draco finally slipped one hand under Harry’s shirt and Harry was hyper aware of Draco’s fingertips sliding over the side of his body.

Slowly Draco removed Harry’s shirt, taking his glasses off first. With Draco’s hands now in his hair, Harry reached for Draco’s pants and undid the button, slowly sliding down his zipper.

Draco’s kisses began to get sloppy due to his arousal.

The king sized bed in the corner practically screamed for Harry to push Draco onto it. And so he did. Slowly, he removed his hands from Draco’s hips and started pushing Draco towards the bed.

He could feel Draco smiling against his lips. Harry knew he loved this.

Harry removed the smile from Draco’s face by pushing his legs against the bed and making him fall backwards, landing on the soft covers.

Come on, Potter. What are you going to do to me?“ Draco teased with a shit eating grin on his face while Harry climbed on top of him.

"Well if you’re asking. I’m going to spread myself over you like peanut butter jelly.” Harry kissed Draco’s neck.

Draco groaned in annoyance. “Come on, Harry.”

“Don’t you get it that even when you ask for it I won’t give it to you, simply because I said no.” Harry hovered a few inches above Draco.

Draco sighed. “Yes, I get it. I just wanted to try this. But I guess you are more important to me than some sexual experiment.”

“Good,” Harry answered before leaning onto Draco and kissing him once again.

Harry felt himself getting more aroused every second he spent kissing Draco.

He could feel Draco was too by the way he gripped Harry tightly and had unconsciously started moving his hips.

Harry, ignoring the cramp in his arms, slid his hand down under Draco’s shirt and lifted it so he could touch his entire torso. Harry slowly kissed his way to one of Draco’s nipples, making Draco’s muscles flex in pleasure.

Harry trailed kisses upwards to Draco’s neck after a while, knowing how much Draco liked to be kissed there. He understood why Draco did. The burning sensation whenever Draco kissed him there, such a sensitive and weak spot of the erogenous human body. Draco moaned out openly as he felt Harry’s teeth scrape the skin of his Draco’s neck, bucking wildly as he did.

“Harry…” Draco begged.

Harry grinned wickedly. He loved this feeling, having the upper hand in bed. He snaked his other hand to his trousers and scrabbled and pushed until his jeans were halfway down his legs and the boxer-briefs at least out of the way. Harry grinned when his fingers found the other’s cock, slick with precum. It was slender, warm. Draco’s hands were restless, squeezing, pulling. He’d grabbed Harry’s arse a moment ago, hooking Harry’s leg over his waist as he rocked against Harry’s erection, dampening his trousers in the process and suddenly it wasn’t enough. There was too much—he wasn’t close enough even with Draco wrapped around him like Devil’s Snare. He just… really wanted to be naked.

“Get these off.” Draco said, as if Harry been thinking out loud.

“Yes,” Harry gasped, hand sadly leaving draco’s prick in favor of shucking his trousers. Harry tugged them quickly and yelped as a warm mouth closed over his neglected cock. “Oh, god,” he hissed again.

Draco moaned, trying to swallow as much of him as possible before he gagged a little with eagerness. Harry shushed him, a hand pulling and stroking his blonde hair. Draco backed off and coughed before returning to suck and lap at the crown of Harry’s cock.

“Draco…” He gasped, tugging him up to kiss him one last time, before kneeling in between Draco’s legs, his face riveted by the sight of himself about to enter Draco’s body.

“You’re so perfect…” he pushes forward gently, sounding a little breathless, and moans openly when he pushes himself all the way inside Draco. He grabbed his face and pressed their lips together. Draco eagerly opens his mouth, arms cradling Harry’s back as he plundered his mouth. He began to thrust shallowly, hips rolling as much as they could without leverage. Harry moved in Draco’s embrace, moaning into his mouth when his cock hit Draco’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Their thrust started moving faster every passing second. Moans escaping each other’s mouths

“Merlin, so hot, so tight, so fucking good… I want – yes—” Harry’s speech disintegrates into senseless sounds, and then, “Draco…” Harry sounds wrecked as tremors run through his body, his cock pulsing inside Draco as he comes in an almighty rush. He lets his head fall onto Draco’s shoulder and lies there, half-clinging, half-trembling, his face pressed into Draco’s perspiring skin.

“I love you, too.” Draco whispers into Harry’s ear after a while. Harry looks up, meeting beautiful pools of grey. He presses one last kiss into those sweet pink lips and lies back down next to Draco with a loving smile on his face.

BTS Reaction to: Their Girlfriend Being Bisexual

Can you do a bts reaction to their girlfriend being bisexual ?


Jin: When you told him, he mulled over what this meant. He wondered if you would somehow be less loyal. But that idea made him giggle. Not only is he the King of Visuals, but he’s the type to judge on personality. You’ve shown him nothing but loyalty and love, so although this new information does take him back for a second, he ultimately doesn’t care.

“Okay, cool. Do you want to play Mario Kart? And maybe order take away?”

Originally posted by syubtae

Suga: Min Yoongi, a Bi Messiah, does not give a f*ck. Gender and sexuality don’t matter to him. Yes, he is glad to date someone who understands him, who doesn’t think “Why can’t you just pick a side?” or that being bi “is just a phase.” And that’s it; he doesn’t think any more or less of you because of it. He would love you just the same if you were straight or pansexual.

Love is love, at the end of the day.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

J-Hope: Ok, so just hear me out,,, but in my most humble opinion, I think that Hobi’s bi too or at least curious about experimenting. So this news only makes him excited. He thinks all sexualities are normal and that it’s okay to have sex with whoever you want, as long as it’s safe, consensual and you’re legally an adult. And he’ll ask you about your past experiences, not to fetishize you, but just out of curiousity. I really do think he’s experimented with boys before (I will die for Sope) so it’s an open, comfortable conversation that brings you closer together. He might even suggest a threesome, purely joking and not in any way trying to force you into anything. But if you show interest, he’ll be so elated.

“Wait, really? Hell yeah!”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Rap Monster: ngl this boy immediately started imagining you going down on some hot girl. But he also takes your words very seriously. He hates if ppl make bi jokes or are like “Ayy your girl’s bi, how do you know she won’t cheat?” and all that crap. He may not understand from a personal viewpoint but he knows that bi’s are a “grey” area in the LGBT community and get a lot of hate from ignorant ppl. So he’ll never reduce your sexuality to a joke or try to use it against you. You can be open and comfortable around Namjoon, who loves you for you. You being bi doesn’t change that.

But it does give him something great to fantasize about on tour …

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Jimin: Not for a second does his view of you change. He has friends that are bisexual *cough* Suga *cough* and even follows a lot of openly bi artists. So this information doesn’t bother him at all. He is, however, hyper aware, on days when he’s feeling self conscious, of all the attractive ppl around; wondering sometimes if you’ll leave him for them. But that’s not an issue with you, that’s his personal insecurities talking. As long as you prove your loyalty and remind him of his beauty, both inside and out, those moments pass quickly and ChimChim is nothing but loving to you ~

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

V: “What’s that?” Listens to you explain your sexuality, never interrupting or judging you. He just nods along. “That’s cool. So do you want to go get strawberries?” As long as you love him, that’s all that matters … Until a few days later when he suddenly realizes;

“Wait, have you had sex with girls?”

Originally posted by taetaebts

He doesn’t ask this to be creepy. He asks only because it makes him realize that out of everyone in the world you could be with, you chose him. And that makes him melt.

“Awww, my heart is fluttering ~”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jungkook: tbh Jungkook takes the news the worst. Not because you’re somehow “gross” but bc he’s young and not very experienced. Although he looks cocky on stage, under that persona is that shy, young boy from Busan who admires his hyungs. So he feels unworthy of your love, comparing himself to your exes, thinking that if they couldn’t keep you happy, how could he? He can’t stop imagining you with another girl, thinking that no one understands a woman’s body like another woman, right? How could he compete with that?

You need to explain to him how dating girls is the same as dating boys; there’s good, bad and ugly relationships. The only difference is the gender. As he learns to understand your sexuality more, he realizes that he worried for nothing.

“How foolish was I? Thinking you’d leave me, when I’m the greatest there is? Boys and girls don’t stand a chance against me.”

Originally posted by jeonify

Shattered Windows || Ch 1

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Chapter 1

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff, angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (ft. Jungkook)

Summary: Having your soul tied to the person you love for the rest of eternity isn’t a beautiful and magical as most make it out to be.  (Based around the Prologue, I Need U, Run MV’s)

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, and physical abuse.


Being born in a world where soulmates are real, sounds like a magical fairy tale.  However, this is the world I live in and it has been terrifying.  I never really believe it, soulmates that is, or at least I didn’t when I was little.  Who could blame me?  This was my first cycle and I didn’t feel this otherworldly pull to someone I was meant to be with, on top of that my parent weren’t soulmates either.  When I asked them about it, they said that it was normal for people who lost their soulmate at a young age to find another person who also lost their soulmate.  I didn’t understand then, and I still don’t completely understand their logic but they’ve been around for more cycles than I have.  It has been recorded that people normally feel the connection to their soulmate around the age of 10.  I was unfortunate enough to have my connection on my 7th birthday.  

It was on a sunny day in the summer, I invited all my friends over for a sleepover.  Everything was fine, to begin with.  We ate cake, played games, and watched some movie.  Then it happened, night rolled around and we were settling down for the night.  I was walking to back to my room when I collapsed, hitting the wooden floor with a painful thud.  My entire body was on fire, slowly the searing pain localized to my cheek as if I had been slapped.  I cried out in pain, a metallic taste flooded my mouth but I knew I wasn’t bleeding.  I couldn’t understand what was happening; I something kept striking me across my face and body but nothing was touching me.  My parents rushed up the stairs to where I was in the hallway.  My mom noticed the girls poking their heads out of the room watching me concerned so she went to occupy the girls, while my dad scooped me up in his arms and took me to my parent’s room to figure out what was wrong with me.  Once I stopped crying I explained what happened to my dad, he looked at me pity and stroked my hair.  “I’m so sorry sweetie.  I’m sorry your first connection had to be like this.”

“Connection?”  I sniffed, staring up at my dad confused.  He knelt down and took my small hand in his grown ones.

“Yes, the pain you felt was the pain your soulmate felt.”  His thumbs rubbed circles on the tops of my hands.  “The feeling isn’t normally this strong it might have just been the first connection that strengthened the feeling.  So don’t worry, it won’t always be like this.”  My dad stood up and placed a light kiss on my forehead.  “Now that you’re calm you can go back to your friends and enjoy the rest of your sleepover.”  With that, I headed back my room but what I didn’t know was that this was the only the start of the constant pain I would soon have to endure.


As I grew up I became more accustomed to the pain; I learned how to control my reaction to it.  I wouldn’t react as violently when the pain came, but that’s not to say it didn’t hurt anymore.  It still hurt as much as it did the first day.  Bruises would constantly show up after one of my “connections”.  I wouldn’t have minded so much if it didn’t make my teachers worried about my home life.  When the bruises would get noticeably worse, I would be called to the guidance counselor’s office to go through a routine of questions to make sure I wasn’t being abused at home.  Of course, I wasn’t but it didn’t stop people from gossiping that I was.  There was one day that I came to school with bruises around my neck and when I was sent to the guidance counselor’s office there was a police officer in the room as well.  After that, the rumors got worse and not long after, we moved.  

By the time I started middle school we had already settled into the new house.  My parents also personally went to the school to talk to the principal about my “condition” so things would not get out of hand like it did at my old school.  I also started logging when and where I would get my bruises.  After a few months, I noticed a pattern, during at school nothing would happen, for the next few hours after school nothing would normally happen but there were rare occurrences but again those were very rare.  Late at night is normally when the pain and bruising would show up.  On good days, there wouldn’t be any pain but those don’t happen that often.  Usually, there would only be a single hit and it wouldn’t normally bruise, which I now consider good.  On the other hand, the bad days were terrible.  My entire body would ache from what I could only suspect were punches or kicks to the stomach.  On those nights, I would have to take a hot bath to relieve some of the pain.  While soaking in the tub I would quietly sing.  My mom once told me that when you would randomly get a song stuck in your head it was your soulmate sing the song.  Normally I’m skeptical of that but on nights like these; I pray that it is true.  I don’t know what type of situation my soulmate is in but I want to at least give them some type of comfort, even if it was something as small as a soothing song.


In the middle of high school my father got a promotion and was transferred to Seoul, so naturally, we moved again.  My parents offered to talk to the new school I was going to attend but by now, I’ve gotten pretty skilled at hiding any visible bruises so I assured them they didn’t need to.  For the first time in awhile, I felt normal at school.  No one looked at me with suspicious eyes, no one was trying to be in my personal business; I was just the new kid.  Some people were curious, but that only lasted for a week or so.  After a while, everything settled down and I attended school like a normal kid.  The rest of the school year passed, and before I knew it I was starting my last year of high school.  There were a few familiar faces in my new class but I only knew one person well enough to consider them my friend, Jeon Jungkook.  When I first transferred to this school, I often approached him and ask questions about the school.  Simple questions like where I could find the gym, the library, and the teachers’ offices.  I don’t know why I chose to go to him.  He wasn’t really keen on helping me but he wasn’t rude to me and always helped me get to where I needed to be.  One day I stayed later to look around for a club I could join and I found him in the art room sketching away.  After that, I would occasionally ask him about his art.  He was reluctant at first, but with some time he opened up and we would have little talks in between our classes.  This year, I want to truly be friends with him.  The type of friend that hangs out after school, not just someone he only talks to at school.

“Good morning Jungkook,” I smiled at him while taking the seat in front of him.

“Morning” Jungkook glanced up from his doodle and held up his hand with a slight smile.

“It’s cool we’re in the same class again huh?”  He nodded with a small ‘yeah’ before when went back to his doodle.  I bit my lip trying to think of things to talk about since he wasn’t trying to keep the conversation going.

“So what did you do over the break?  Did you have any new drawings?”

“I hung out with my hyungs for the most part” he shrugged, “I do have some new sketches…” he trailed off looking down at his bag then up to me. “  Do you… do you want to see them?”

“Yes!” my eyes lit up with excitement.  Jungkook normally never let people look at his artwork without them having to pester him; so, Jungkook willingly wanting to show me was a pleasant surprise.  He reached down to his bag, which was beside him and grabbed a small black sketchbook.  He flipped through the book stopping at a drawing.

“This was one of the last ones I was working on before we left.”  He handed me the book.  The drawing was a side profile of a girl sitting at a desk working.  The longer I stared at it the more it started looking like me; from the way, the hair was styled to the two freckles on the neck.  

“Is this me?”

“Yeah, the next two are you too.”  Jungkook gave a small chuckle.

“Really?”  I excitedly flipped to the next drawing to see yet another sketch of me sitting at a desk; however, this time I was resting my chin in my hand as I stared off into the distance.  “These are amazing Jungkook!”  I turned to the next one.  In this one, I had my head resting on the desk as I dozed off.

“They’re not that big a deal.  I could make better ones.  They’re just sketches of boredom.”

“Well, I love them.”  I smiled brightly as I stared at the sketch.  “If you ever need a model for anything I’d be glad to help.”  Jungkook laughed taking the sketchbook back.

“I might take you up on that.”  I nodded before turning around as the teacher walked into the classroom.  

Ruff

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: none???

Word count: 1,479

Request: By the lovely @sassy-and-classy-cowgirl, “Hey could you do one where the reader has a dog and she talks about it a lot, and to Bucky it seems like she has a boyfriend, but in reality it’s just her dog. Thanks!”


Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Bucky’s POV

She walked into the kitchen and took my breath away as usual. I smiled at her as she approached me and sat down at the island.

“So what are you up to today Y/N?” I questioned casually, hoping that she’d say she was free. She grinned and turned to me.

“Well I thought that I was probably gonna go and hang out with Jasper,” she beamed.

“Who’s Jasper?” I didn’t recognize the name and was curious. Was he an old friend that I just didn’t remember her mentioning?

“Oh, he’s new around here and super cute! I was planning on taking him for a walk around central park to let him get familiar to the area,” she smiled. It was obvious that she was fond of this Jasper guy. All of my confidence deflated. I was planning on finally asking her out today. I’ve been trying to build up the courage to do so for months now.

“Oh well have fun, I guess,” I mumbled trying my best to sound sincere and failing miserably.

“You alright Buck? You seem off.” She reached out and touched my shoulder. My skin burned under her palm.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said and shot her my best smile. She must’ve bought it because she smiled back and stood from her seat.

“I’ll see you later? Yeah?” she asked.

“Sure,” I grumbled and waved at her as she walked to the elevator.

I didn’t notice Nat in the room until I let out an angry groan and she started laughing.

“You make it really obvious Barnes. Everyone sees the way you look at her. I’m almost positive that she likes you back. You should seriously consider asking her out,” Nat sang as she sauntered out of the kitchen.
*******

Y/N had been going on and on about how great Jasper was for about two weeks now. I was entirely fed up with the guy and I had never even met him. It was obvious that she was infatuated with him. It was really a wonder that I hadn’t seen him around the tower with her before. She was chatting with Wanda in the living room when I walked in and sat down.

“-going on a trip,” Y/N said. I caught the tail end of her sentence.

“Is Jasper coming with you?” Wanda questioned her.

“Yeah, I bet my parents will love him!” She beamed excitedly. He’s already going to meet her parents? What the hell, they just met two weeks ago. I started to feel sick.

“The only problem is that I’m going to have to drive the whole way there and the whole way back here without any breaks,” she grumbled. This made me even more angry at this Jasper guy. He didn’t even offer to take a driving shift. Her parents live at least 10 hours away.

“Jasper isn’t going to drive at all?” I asked. She seemed amused.

“Well, it’s not like he could even if he wanted to,” she giggled and Wanda joined her. This guy can’t even drive? Is she seriously dating him? My jealousy overcame me so i decided that it was best to leave the girls to themselves.

I was fuming so I went to the gym to work off all of my pent up anger.

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

Y/N and Jasper had gotten back from their trip a week ago. It was around 4 o'clock when Y/N shuffled into the common room. She sat down next to me on the couch and started flipping through the TV channels. I glanced at her and smiled in greeting. She smiled back.

Her close proximity was doing bad things to my hormones. It was like my feelings for her grew every second that I was near her.

She started to ask me how my day was going but all I could think about was stupid Jasper. Every time I would try to have a normal conversation with her, Jasper would pop into my mind and ruin everything. He was like a parasite and I just wanted him to disappear.

“So do you want to train with me later? Steve says I need to work on my hand to hand,” she beamed. The intrusive thoughts of Jasper made my attitude turn sour. Before I knew it, I was incredibly jealous.

“I don’t know? Can’t Jasper train with you?” I snapped at her. Her eyes went wide.

“Bucky what is going on?” She questioned clearly shocked by my anger. I immediately felt bad for snapping but it was too late to backtrack now. It’s not her fault that she has a boyfriend. I can’t get mad at her for it.

“I’m just tired. I’m sorry for yelling,” I apologized. She didn’t deserve my anger. I just wanted to retreat to my room to wallow in my self pity in peace.

“Bucky wait! I know when you’re lying to me and you are definitely lying to me now,” she said firmly so I turned back to her and shifted my gaze to the ground. My mind was racing. I didn’t know what to say. It was true that I was lying to her. She could always tell. I sighed heavily and then spoke. I was going to come clean.

“It’s just- well it’s just that I really like you. I know you’re with Jasper and it’s not fair for me to be jealous when you were not mine to begin with and-”

“Wait, you’re kidding right?” She giggled and threw her hand up to cover her smile.

“Y/N this isn’t funny. I’m trying to be honest with you!” I said. The confusion was evident in my voice. Was the idea of dating me really that funny to her?

“Oh my gosh Bucky, you think I’m dating Jasper?” She asked still laughing.

“Yeah why? You make it pretty obvious,” I grumbled, her laughter was embarrassing me.

“Come with me,” she smiled and reached her hand out to grasp mine. Holding her hand felt so right that I wasn’t strong enough to pull away, no matter how annoyed I was with her for making fun of me.  

She led me into the lobby of the tower and had F.R.I.D.A.Y call us a cab.

“Where are we going?” I asked still slightly annoyed with her but grateful that she wanted to spend time with me at the same time.

“You’ll see in a minute,” she stated.

The cab ride was short and we soon pulled up in front of her apartment building. She led me into the lobby and up to her floor. She swung the door open and a playful labrador puppy ran up to me and started nibbling at my jeans. I squatted down to pet the puppy. He was adorable.

“Bucky, this is Jasper,” she stated and my head whipped around to look at her.

“What? This is Jasper?” For a moment my brain couldn’t catch up with what was happening. I was dumbfounded.

“Now it makes sense why you wouldn’t just ask me out like Nat said you would! I thought you just didn’t like me back, while all this time you thought I was dating some guy named Jasper,” she was laughing even harder now than she was back at the tower.

“Oh my gosh and you actually meant it when you asked if he was going to drive to my parents house. I thought you were kidding,” she giggled but then looked to me stricken on the floor trying to comprehend what I just heard. Her laughs faded away and she reached down to help me stand up.

“Bucky, how could you not tell how absolutely infatuated I am with you?” She questioned and looked directly into my eyes. She held the sides of my face with her small hands and after raising her eyebrows in question and seeing me nod, brought her lips to mine.

I sighed into her mouth. It was better than I ever imagined it being. We broke apart only to breathe.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I said as I rested my forehead against hers. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“And to think that all this time I was jealous of a little puppy,” I said more to myself than her.

“Yeah yeah mister, now how about we discuss your obliviousness to my feelings for you over some food instead of in my living room. If I’m not mistaken, we have some lost time to make up.”


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