i want the shade of blue that cuts your heart out

Movie night

Pairing; Park Jimin x Reader

Words; 3.2k

Genre; Angst (if you squint), PURE SMUT, Fluff (if you look real closely)

Summary; You and Jimin have been in a 6 month long relationship and the most you’ve done is make-out. During a movie night you deicde to push the boundaries but things don’t go as planned.

A/N; I’m still low-key sick so this isn’t perfect but I tried!

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@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:


Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.

“WHAT?”

Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.

skam fic rec masterpost

here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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Cracker Jacks and kiss cams

Summary: A story in which Bucky Barnes is very smitten, there’s a baseball game between the New York Mets and the Chicago Cubs, and Cracker Jacks are consumed.

Prompt: “I never thought you’d break my heart”
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None. A bit of language maybe, but this is all just sappy fluff. 

A/N: This is my submission for @just-some-drabbles​ Rom-Com writing challenge, thanks for letting me join last minute and congratulations on reaching 4k! This story came about because I really love baseball, I really love the Chicago Cubs, and I really love Bucky Barnes, so all in all, it felt like a win-win.

MASTERLIST

(Bucky, opening Google search)

“how do you know if a woman is interested”
“when do you know if a woman wants to kiss you”
“how to tell a woman you love her without saying it”
“why do I suck at talking to her”
“oh my god why can’t I just ask her out” 

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Shades of Blue

For @azure-mirror, just because. Kind of based off of @marchingspace‘s Synesthesia AU (found here). Everything I know about Synesthesia comes from books and wikipedia. Put under a cut to save space. 


Colors. There were too many colors. His lion was red, always red, but today she was a softer red, like she knew, like she was trying to calm him down, like she could sense the pounding sensation in his forehead. Maybe she could. Keith didn’t know how the lions worked, not really. Maybe they could read their thoughts, knew their emotions, could adjust to help their paladins. That would be nice.

Pidge was bright, too bright sometimes, their voice sliding between octaves of lime and emerald and forest that made Keith’s headache worse. They didn’t mean to, he knew that.

Hunk was warmer, easier to be around unless he got excited. His autumn color switched then, from the fall yellow of maple leaves to the brightness of the sun. It hurt Keith’s eyes. It made him wonder if Hunk had always been yellow, or if he only was because of his lion.

If all of them were because of their lions.

But they weren’t, because Shiro was brown when he spoke. He was cinnamon when he commanded them, chocolate when he was scared. Sometimes it was almost black, but brown wasn’t usually too vibrant for Keith. He liked being around Shiro because he was calm, because he was brown.

Coran was good too, unless he was excited. He was an orange that made Keith think of leaf piles and pumpkins, but if he got too ecstatic over something he became the ugly orange of a traffic cone. Allura was a mixture of pinks and purples and reds, her voice like honeysuckle flowers and warmth. But she was too many colors for Keith, constantly fluctuating.

And Lance…

“Keith?”

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EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 8


ONESHOTS:

  • Confess by eiqhties  
    Summary: In retrospect, it probably wasn’t something he should have said when Even had a toothbrush shoved in his mouth. 

  • jeg tror du ser søte by ufologies
    Summary: Isak has to get glasses for a bit and Even reacts to it.

  • Holy by i_once_wrote_a_dream
    Summary: childhood friends!au; It was a Wednesday when he first saw him. Isak thought he looked like one of his mama’s angels. 

MORE UNDER THE CUT 

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in which jack bodyswaps with his older self and realizes his priorities

CW: mention of panic attack, dubious consent (kissing, being in bed with a naked person who doesn’t realize you’re not 100% the person they think you are), anxiety (year 1 Jack)


When Jack went to bed that night, he only spared a moment within his post-panic-attack stupor to feel slightly remorseful for what he’d said to Bittle after the game.

When he awoke, he wasn’t alone.

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Sweet Tooth (Intro)

Summary: Your best friend is Natasha Romanoff, and she’s known to break hearts of many admirers in her wake. When you start working at a local bakery with a blue-eyed baker who has fallen for her, you do what it takes to make sure they both get the sugary-filled romance they deserve. However, things get a little complicated when your own feelings get in the way.  

Pairing: Baker!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Word Count: 1,470

A/N: Oh boy, I guess I’m really writing again haha. This is for @theassetseyeliner’s writing challenge for the prompt “You’re always sitting alone and you’re cute, so I came to sit next to you.” I got inspiration for this story from the anime series Ore Monogatari (My Love Story). I hope you guys enjoy it :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

This is it. You’re going to finally ask your crush out.

During the past semester, the both of you have grown close and your feelings for him blossomed from the first moment you met in your math class. Now, this is your chance to finally reveal your feelings, to finally take your relationship with him to the next level.

Running over to the student center, you walk up the stairs to the campus cafe to meet with him. As you enter the vicinity though, you see him and your best friend, Natasha talking near the entryway. The brunet doesn’t even notice you walking inside as he lets the next words fall from his lips.

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No Time to Speak

Alright, so, yeah.

The’s one for @lunathewolfwarrior ; so like, buddy, hope u like it, I’m sorry for not killing Keith but I’m weak so yeah. 

The scenario is simple, kay? Based on the titanic’s scene so hey, there it is!

Contains: Hurt/Comfort, slight angst?, Klance, NO ONE DIES OK? Pre-relationship but they are close and mushy, idk man, I told u, there is no logic whatsoever. They were pining and now they are not!

*Twirls fringer* On to the fic already. Enjoy.


Lance puffs another breath and his mouth twitches upward when the faint warm smoke reminds him of ‘dragon breath’, as his nephew would call it.

His not-so-smile drops when another dragon breath comes and mingles with his own, this one fainter and weaker.

Lance’s eyes fall on Keith’s in an instant.

“K-Keith.” He calls quietly, jaw trembling and lower lip quivering along, “K-Keith, come on. It’s - It’s my turn.”

Keith huffs one more time before he shakes his head, shifting in the slightest on the edge of the wooden plank Lance’s laying on top of before tightening his grip on Lance’s hand.

“I’m – I’m okay.” Keith replies after a few seconds in silence, softly and small, “I’m okay, L-Lance.”

He’s not. Lance can see the way his jaw tenses, trying in vain to stop his teeth from clattering. His lips are blue, taking a shade of purple around the corners. His eyelids drop every few seconds, making Lance’s heart to skip a beat every time his eyes stay close for more than a two ticks.

Lance can see the way their intertwined hands shake but he doesn’t feel a thing.

He can’t feel his hand. He can’t feel Keith’s squeeze on his fingers as he tries uselessly to warm him up or the soft brush of Keith’s thumb on the top of his hand.

There’re no more shivers running down his spine, the icy temperature around them taking its hold on them and it doesn’t help that they are not able to get out of the freezing water, thermic suits damaged earlier  and no other way to provide warm but with each other’s bodies.

Lance whimpers quietly, staring helplessly at Keith’s lower body being hidden by the dark waters below them. He leans forward until his forehead bumps against the wooden plank’s surface before raising his eyes once again to meet Keith’s tired ones.

“Keith, pl-please.” Lance pleads, trying to catch the black haired man attention by moving their hands a little, “We - We agreed on switching places –  You can’t just – You need –”

“Hey.” Keith cuts off, gently and softly, “Your leg i-is still wo-wounded. We need it above the - the surface to -to avoid in- infection, ok-okay? We -We agreed on that.”

Lance shakes his head, eyes bright and desperate. “I-I didn’t – You  never said any -anything about you staying on - on the water, Ke - Keith.”

Half of their armor was gone, the thin black suit underneath barely doing any comfort to their cold bodies. Lance had demanded for both of them to be on the only available floating surface around them.

Keith had refused at first, saying that Lance’s leg needed more room and keep it from jolting it too much. The brunet was restless though, something that changed when they tried to balanced each other in the small plank and both of them ended up on the icy waters, aggravating even more Lance’s open wound.

Keith refused to try again, snapping angrily and in concern as he had pushed the brunet up on the plank, ignoring Lance’s complaints, and then he settle himself on the edge of the wood, upper body on the surface while he kicked his legs under water to keep himself afloat.

They haven’t moved since then.

Lance is not aware of how much time has passed; the seconds seem longer, even slower than ticks, and he can’t make his brain to function enough to make sure how long has Keith’s been under the water now. He can’t calculate the damage it will have on him, he doesn’t know how much longer he can survive like this.

“K-Keith.” Lance calls once more time, letting out a sigh when Keith snaps his eyes open at the calling, looking a little disoriented, “You can’t  keep – We don’t know how lo-long – You n-need to – We need to do some- something.”

Keith stays silent and Lance frowns.

“K-Keith –”

“It’s – It’s fine, L-Lance.” Keith reassurance and Lance’s heart aches at the trembling smile on his teammate’s lips, “My –My Galra blood keeps me wa-warm enough. You - You wouldn’t – It’s okay.”

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Part II of the Empathy Series, Part I is found here.

Synopsis: Born with the ability to feel others’ emotions through touch, you are overwhelmed when an enemy comes into contact with you during battle. Even though Thor and Tony are there, the only person you know you need is Loki.  

A/N: I went to see Thor: Ragnarok again tonight and it was just the inspiration I needed! I don’t think I’m quite done with this little series yet, so keep an eye out for more!

Warnings: Violence, angst (?), fluff

Words: 986

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Pulse Part 10

Part 9

Genre: Light angst, fluff if you squint, mostly a filler
Words: 2,250
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Injuries, mentions of an aggressive stalker
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark


“What the hell were you thinking?”

The words were out of his lips the moment the door had shut behind Peter. They were sharp, and his tongue stressed the curse word, caressing it in a way that drew your attention to his anger. It was obvious in his tone, in the tension of his jaw…

But his eyes told a whole different story. The blue in them, normally sparkling like seawater inspiring you to dive in, looked so dull. They had a panicked look to them now, but they also looked emotionally exhausted, as if behind his eyes, deep down in the core of his being, he didn’t have much left to give. He looked so tired, and the dark circles under his eyes proved him to be.

His shoulders were slumped forward, and he looked as if he were about to fall at any second. But as your eyes traveled toward his hands, you felt guilty, because they were trembling by his sides.

You knew he must have seen you notice because in the next second, his hands were balled into fists to stop the shaking and he was looking away from you.

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Alarm -Tom Holland


A/N: This one is trash. This gif and the song Alarm by Ann-Marie are responsible for this imagine, please don’t hate me. Enjoy? Part 2


I set my alarm on 3am in the morning. No I’m not a psychopath and I really love to sleep but Tom just happened to be on a whole different time zone than me. It’s been a little bit over four months since he entered a plain to fly off to film his new movie. It’s been hard. It’s been lonly. Really lonly. This distance thing was just not compatible with my emotional state and I was having a hard time. So was he. That’s the reason why I woke up at three am in the morning everyday to see his stupid face.

My alarm went off and I shut my eyes open being a little baffled for a moment. As I remembered what my alarm was for I reached for my phone and unlocked it.
Seconds later I could see Tom facetiming me and I accepted his call with a sleepy smile.
“Hey.”,I said and rolled onto my back rubbing my eyes, trying to get rid of the slight burning sensation.
“You’re really tired aren’t you?”,he said and I put my hands away immediatly.
“No? Who said that? I could run a marathon.”,I joked and winked at him.
“Shut up. You wouldn’t run a marathon at anytime of the day.”,he chuckled and I smiled again.
“You know me.”,I said and we both fell silent staring at each other and I felt my heart sink.
“I really miss you Tom.”, I finally said and my voice sounded chocked up, not as confident as I would want it to be and he sighed.
“I miss you too.”, he said and ran his fingers through his hair looking really stressed which made me worry.

“Don’t worry about it. You just have a month left.”,I said quickly and put a smile on, which didn’t feel all that real. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“Tell me about your schedule. What’s next?”,I added and changed the subject to take his mind of the real issue.
“Oh…uh-..there is this event we’re working for which really stresses me out because it is a huge deal. There’ll be an after party to that. I don’t really know if I’ll go there, I have to do this other thing which still needs a lot of work and I’m not even sure…”

“Hey.”,I interrupted him and he looked up into the camera .
“It’s all going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself.”,I tried to calm him but he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah that’s easy for you to say.”,he said and even though I knew that he was salty because of all things he told me about, his attitude still bugged me.
“No need to be an ass about it.”,I said with furrowed brows and he ran his fingers through his hair again. Rougher this time.
“I know! I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming and you’re so far away and I just can’t…concentrate.”,he groaned and pressed his palms over his eyes.
“Did you tell Harrison about this, T?”,I asked now really worried but he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I just have to get it done.”,he said and seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t quite tell why.
“That’s not true. It does matter. I don’t want you to get sick Tom. Please talk to him.”,I tried to convince him but he let his shoulders sink.
“I gotta go, Y/N. We’ll start shooting soon.”

“Tom…”

“I love you, darling.”,he said and blew me a kiss.

“Tom!”,I said now more persistent but he just cracked a half smile and waved into the camera.

“I love you too, dumbass. Go be awesome now.”,I said finally and and waved back before he hung up. It’s not really necessary to tell you that I didn’t sleep well that night. Might as well have ran a marathon. Would have been less tiring.

***

The nice thing about our relationship was that there were no hard feelings after a little argument like that. We just kept going on with our lives because we understood each other. I knew he was being a little butthurt because of the stress and it was understandable.
The next day I didn’t set my alarm because I waited it to be 3am like a psychopath. I was holding my phone in my hand excitedly and smiled to myself. As soon as it was 3:00am I dialled his number and waited with a big grin on my face for him to pick up.
“Hey pretty girl. What’s up?”,he picked up and I squealed while jumping up and down.
“Gues what?!”,I said inbetween my excitement and pressed my palm against my lips.

“What?”,he laughed and his eyes were glowing with curiosity which made me even happier.
“We got it! We got the apartment we were rooting for!”,I exclaimed and and threw my fists into the air.
“Did we really?!”,he said and got up from where he was standing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes! The agent called today. I didn’t want to wake you up from your sleep. You barely get any.”,I said and smiled from ear to ear.

“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could hold you right now.”,he sighed and let himself fall onto the couch in his trailer.
“I know. Me too. But keep your head up. We will be having our own apartment soon. Do you know what that means? I’ll be always there when you come home. Even if it is late in the night and you can come cuddle with me or not. I mean we can do lots of other things in bed, you know…Try to think of that.”,I teased him and he playfully glared at me.

“Can I tell you something?”,he asked suddenly. We fell silent and were just enjoying each others company when he broke the silence. I knew he would, I waited for him to break it because I knew something was troubling him. He had this restless expression on his face where he would furrow his brows slightly and chew on his bottom lip.
“Of course. Shoot.”,I said and looked at my feet which were leaned up against the wall. Was that a different shade of blue on my right foot? Damn it.
“I’m having troubles.”

My head shot to my phone and I saw him look down on his feet. But I didn’t say anything because I saw that he needed time to process what he was going to say.

“I’m really having a hard time over here.”, he said and fell silent for quiet some time and panick started to rise in my chest.

“What is it Tom? You can tell me.”,I assured him with a gentle voice and wished he was right next to me so I could lay my arm around him or just take his hand in mine.
He opened his mouth to go on when suddenly I heared a knock on his door.
“Wait a second…”,he said and put his phone on to the table so that I watched the ceiling for a couple of minutes.
“Darling, I need to go. There is a complication with the event next week.”,he said as he picked his phone up and I nodded.

“Yeah, thought so. Go. I’ll call you tomorrow. We really do need to talk Tom.”,I said carefully and he nodded but was lost in his thoughts.
“Love you.”,he said and after I told him also, he was gone.
That was our last nice moment I would ever remember about us. That was also the only moment he tried to tell me about his issues.

***

From that day on everything began to go downhill. While I wad at home, trying to organize the apartment thing, being excited, Tom was stressed.

“Tom?“I asked for the third time and he snapped.

“What? Y/N I really don’t have time for this and I don’t really care right now! I’m trying to organize last things about the event in three days and you are asking me about a contract? Hell I don’t know okay? I don’t care! ”,he almost yelled and I was shocked. He sighed and started massaging his temples with his free hand, obviously annoyed with me. The thing that I was bothering him with and that he didn’t really care about was our future. That hit me right in the guts. I was only asking him about when we’d be able to sign the contract. A simple question. I felt a knot build in my throat and my eyes started watering and I became angry with myself. I looked down not wanting him to see how much he got to me.

“Darling, I’m sorry. Everyone is pressuring me right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on…”

“I think we should hang up.”,I interrupted him and didn’t look up, trying to gather myself together before I would look into his eyes.

“Y/N please! I didn’t mean-…I wasn’t…”

“I need to go Tom. Go finish your work. I’ll finish mine.”,I interrupted him again and he fell silent.

“Bye.”,I only said and hung up on him without waiting for an answer.
He called four times after I hung up and sent me three messages but I ignored all of them. If I talk to him right now, this is going to become a huge argument. We’re both on the edge of our nerves and we don’t need to stress that.

We didn’t talk for three days in which his important event happened. I had time to cool off and called him the morning after the event but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep with a huge headache. I smiled to myself imagening him having a hangover and sleeping it out, on his belly, face burried into the pillow. I called him five hours later but he didn’t pick up. Now it was getting a little weird because he should be awake by now. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to wait and not push him. He was probably still busy. Post event things? Who knows. I made myself a nice cup of sugary tea and chose a movie to watch while I waited for him to call back.

But he didn’t.

I called him the following two days three times a day but he did not answer once. Finally, it was a thursday night, I called Harrison when my alarm went off at 3am in the morning.
“Hey!”,he picked up and I exhaled thankfully.
“Harrison! Thank god! Is Tom with you?”,I said immediatly and and walked up and down in my living room.
“Y/N! Hey- yeah,uh…i mean no. He is not. He is…out?”,he stuttered and I furrowed my brows.

“Harrison.”,I said with a warning tone.

“Alright I’m officially stepping out of this. You guys need to talk. That’s all I’m going to say. No Tom I won’t shut up. You shut up. Gosh! You’re the one with the problem and I am…”, he kept talking but the rest got cut off as he hung up. Oh shit. This was about the other night. I broke his heart. I should have been supporting him through his stressfull times but I blocked him. I pushed him away.

I took my phone and wrote him a message.

Dearest love,
I fucked up. I am so sorry for pushing you away when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for being a bitch (even though you were a dick to me before that but that is long forgiven)
Tom, I always want to be by your side even if you have to be away for several months for shooting and promo. I’ll be done with college in a year and than I’ll be able to travel with you. We’ll have the best time of our lives. I’ll be waiting for your return in two weeks. We’ll talk this out when you come back, just know that I still love you. From all my heart.

I sent it and waited for an answer with a big smile on my face. The smile faded with every passing minute. He didn’t reply and I was left a crying mess the whole night. I messed up big time.

***

I came back from college the next day feeling numb the whole time and threw myself on the couch. I didn’t eat much and my body felt sore. I was watching a TV show when someone knocked on the door. When I looked at the clock I wondered who it could be. It was past midnight.
When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Tom?!”,I squealed and threw myself around his neck, pulling his body close to mine, breathing in his scent.
“What are you doing here?! Come in!”,I said and pulled him inside closing the door behind us.
“I missed you so much.”, I sighed and pulled him towards me again and placed my lips against his. It took him some time to kiss me back but when he did I felt my heart lighten. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
He pulled away after a few seconds and stepped back. I was going to say something but he held me off.

“We need to talk.”,he said and his chocked up voice made my body stiffen.
“What is it?”,I said and furrowed my brows worriedly.
He looked up from the floor and I thought my heart stopped when he looked into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes were red and watery from crying, his lips were trembling and swollen because of the constant biting.

“Tom what happened?”, I said now panick rising in my voice and then it hit me.

“First I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart and I am so, so sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I love, you have to believe me…”

“What happened?”,I interrupted him and formed my hands into fists by my side trying to controll my rising anger. This couldn’t be happening.

“I cheated on you.”

My world stopped spinning. My heart stopped pounding. Everything was awefully silent. It was too loud.

“What did you say?”

“Please, you have to listen to me! I’m begging you. I didn’t mean to…I was anxious and stressed. Frustrated really. I know these aren’t excuses for what I did but…”

“Did you kiss her?”,I interrupted him without listening to him and he held his breath.

“Answer me! Did you?!”,I screamed and he nodded.

“I did.”

“Did-…Did you sleep with her?”

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

“I did.”

I fucked up. I am so sorry. My words echoed in my head. I am so fucking dumb.

Before I knew what I did I already had smacked him right across his face. My whole body was shivering and it felt like the room was spinning.
A sobb escaped my throat and I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop the rest. I just threw myself at him and kissed him like a fucking moron! My sight got blurry because of the tears in my eyes and finally they escaped. It was a silent cry. One where you know that it has no point. One you know, will destroy you.
I stumbled back slowly and shook my head trying to get rid of the images my mind made up of him being tangled in bed with another.

“Please you need to listen to me. It was a big mistake. You have to believe me. I don’t even know her. It just…happened. I was confused and on edge. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you to…”

“Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”, I screamed and pulled at my own hair while shaking my head furiously. And then I went mad. I stormed towards him and started throwing punches and pushed him backwards out of the room while yelling at him.

“Get out! Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you. Leave!”

I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor balling my eyes out for the love of my life. He did the same thing on the other side of the door.

The alarm in my bedroom went off. It was time to call him.

He fucked up big time.

Don’t Let Go || Part I

Words: 1118

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: You’re being saved from death by Captain America himself. Is this a beginning of a serious relationship?

Author: Ailo

Cold. Everything is cold, and glow in a weird light.

You feel hands on your back, warmth seeping out from them and right into your shirt.

“Hang on.”

You can’t make out the last words, everything is a blur and your head, your head hurts like that one morning after you drank yourself under the table. Your whole body is shaken by shivers, you can’t seem to be able to stop shivering, even when you try to take deep breaths to settle your shoulders.

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4 Jikook Soulmate AUs

1. Hair Woes

*Jimin loves dying his hair. Cotton candy pink, tangerine orange, platinum blonde, silver, you name it. He’s probably done it. He does so in hopes that he’ll see someone with the exact same shade as him to identify his soulmate.

*Jungkook is simple, he doesn’t plan on changing his black hair but his soulmate has different ideas. 

*He wakes up one day with a shock of baby pink hair and chokes on a scream. Brown was fine, blonde was fine, hell even orange or red was fine. But now he looks like a poofy cone of cotton candy and that totally clashes with the ocean blue t-shirt he was planning on wearing. 

*Jungkook grumbles while he tugs his black sweater sweater over his head, the only thing that looked okay in his eyes. His friends were never going to let him live down his image as the puffball he so vehemently denied being. 

*Jimin walks to his first class with a bounce in his step, feeling fresh with his new hair color. He spots a tuft of pastel pink hair in the distance and frowns because he thought he was the only one on campus to try that hair color first. 

*But then the boy catches sight of him and starts charging in his direction, finger pointed straight at him. Jimin points at his own chest, “Me?”

* “YOU! OF ALL COLORS!” And then it clicks, the fuming boy in front of him (he kind of looks like a puffed up bunny…) is his soulmate, which is why he had the same hair color. So his strategy did work after all. 

*Jimin envelops him in a hug immediately, catching Jungkook off-guard and effectively shutting him up. 

* “Nice to meet you soulmate! My name is Jimin! What’s your name?” The cheeriness drains the irritation out of Jungkook and replaces it with sudden shyness and a tiny squeak of “J-Jungkook.”

*Later, Jimin manages to convince Jungkook to let him keep the pink hair for a few weeks until he dyes it back to a soft hazel brown. He agrees on the condition that Jimin lets him borrow his sweaters since his clothes happen to match the crazy colors better than Jungkook’s collection of plain t-shirts. 

2. Complete the Heart

*Jungkook has half of a black and white chrysanthemum flower imprinted on his wrist, incomplete until he meets his soulmate. At least that’s what the expert who looked at his wrist said. 

*He meets Jimin through Taehyung and feels himself crushing hard immediately.  His face falls in disappointment when he sees that the half of a flower on Jimin’s wrist is a black and white dahlia, the flower he sees all the time on Hoseok hyung’s wrist. 

*But Jimin grabs his wrist once he sees it, eyes lighting up in excitement. “I finally met you! I’ve been looking for my soulmate for years!”

*Jungkook looks at him in confusion, because his soulmate is Hoseok hyung, not him no matter how much he wants it to be. 

*Then Jimin puts their wrists side-by-side and Jungkook’s eyes widen as they complete each other perfectly. “I thought…isn’t your flower a dahlia?”

*Jimin smiles at him, “No, a lot of people mistake it for dahlia flowers, but it’s actually a chrysanthemum. They look really similar don’t they?”

*Jungkook’s mouth quirks up in a smile because he got what he wanted for once in his life. 

3. Mental Link

*Voices start sounding in Jungkook’s head once he turns 18 which means his soulmate had turned 18 before him, his hyung. 

*At first he was annoyed, but he learned to tune it out when necessary. 

*Jimin was pleasantly surprised when he heard a soft, breathy voice in his head beside his. He decided he loved his soulmate’s voice the moment he heard it. 

*They’d met rather quickly, deciding on a cafe they both knew. Jungkook was very thankful he’d gotten lucky enough to meet his wonderful soulmate so early. 

*Their mental connection is rather handy. Jungkook has troubles in math so Jimin tells him what to do in his head during a test. That doesn’t count as cheating…right?

*When Jimin is bored in philosophy class (listening to Namjoon go on and on about the wonders of philosophy), he talks to Jungkook in his head. But that just means he randomly bursts out into laughter which makes everybody look at him weirdly. 

*Jimin gets worried when the voice in his head isn’t there. Turns out Jungkook is just spacing out and literally has no thoughts running through his head which explains the silence. He smacks the younger on the head when they see each other again. 

*Another time Jimin wants to hit his soulmate is when Jungkook reads hardcore smut and forgets that yes, Jimin can hear him reading out loud in his head. What’s worse is that Jimin needs to keep a straight face while he gives this presentation on the male anatomy. 

4. Red Strings

*Jimin has always been fascinated by the thing red string tied to his pinky, seeming to never end until he found his soulmate. 

*On the other hand, Jungkook gets annoyed. He has to tug at it in irritation when it gets caught on the car door or gets tangled up and knotted. But he doesn’t dare cut it loose, scared of breaking the bond.

*Jimin’s side of the string is smooth and intact while Jungkook’s side is frayed and little worn-down but still good. 

*Jimin decides to follow his string on a whim. Jungkook feels a tugging on his pinky and yanks at it, brushing it off. 

*The tugging gets more frequent until he yanks one more time and a small ‘oof’ is heard. He looks up and sees Jimin sprawled on the ground, Jungkook’s sudden yank on the string he was following pulling him down. 

* “Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry!” Jungkook helps him up immediately, not fully registering that he found his soulmate. 

*They spend the time getting to know each other (well Jungkook can’t even look Jimin in the eye yet), swapping phone numbers and promising to text.

*Jungkook plays with his string at night, tugging on it and wondering if Jimin can feel it on the other side. 

*Jimin often fiddles with the string when he’s nervous like he can feel Jungkook’s presence on the other side and relaxes. 

No Strings Attached- Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 12,357

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Stiles’ large dick, Stiles being a fucking idiot, Clumsy Stiles, Sappy Sex, Sappy moments, just generally really romantic and fluffy sex

Notes: So like, this was for @fillthevoid-stilinski‘s writing challenge and I really hope I didn’t disappoint Em with this because I didn’t wanna do something cliche considering the prompt was “What Happened to the no strings attached concept?” If y’all hate it, I’m sorry :’) I’m really scared of how this came out…

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Ocean Soldier (Part 1 out of ?)

(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none?


Originally posted by little-messs

   The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean. 

   You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky- 

   A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.

    You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.

    You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs. 

   You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.

    “Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes.  "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough. 

   The man whimpers, reaching up Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.

    “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming. 

   “Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him. 

   Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.

   “What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought. 

   You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him. 

   “You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin. 

   You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net. 

   “Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies. 

   Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts. 

   You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea. 


    The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible. 

   “Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you. 

   James Buchanan Barnes

   You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking  at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you. 

   I like Bucky better 

   You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message. 

   I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to

  “No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand. 

    You really don’t?

   “I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you. 

   I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all

   You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage. 

   “Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you. 

   What happened?

   You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage. 

   “Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow. 

    "I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.

    He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…

dazzle me. ((jondami))

i was listening to this song and a idea came to mind. ‘’you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights, and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight. not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill.’’ -dazzle, oh wonder. 2.7K+ words.

   Damian’s fascinated, utterly hypnotized.

And it’s all the fault of one special Kryptonian.

He doesn’t do love, what’s the point? It makes you weak. Gives people a way to get right through your armor and shatter you in a way that nothing else does. His mother explained that to him many a time. He had listened to her stories as a child.

There was someone once, someone that she had truly loved. Ra had found out. He killed them right in front of her. She vowed never to love again. It was foolishness. 

Damian learned from her mistake just like she wanted him to.

‘‘You will never let yourself sink as low as petty humans. You, my son, deserve a god for you will be one someday with this mighty empire of ours.’’ She spoke, it was a miracle she was giving him the slightest of affection, running her nimble fingers through his hair. For a moment, he believed that he saw love in her eyes. Then she steeled, abruptly standing up from her seat beside him. ‘’We need to cut your hair at once.’’

And that was that.

He never loved, scoffed at admirers, pretended to retch at the romantic scenes in the movies Dick was so fond of watching. Poked fun at the silly novels he occasionally caught Jon reading.

Then puberty happened.

Hormones, hormones, hormones.

He was laying back on his bed. Titans Tower was completely deserted. Everyone hadn’t yet come back from the holiday break. Not that he blamed them. The ones who didn’t have family simply stayed with another of the teens. 

Damian had come back as soon as the clock struck midnight, announcing the presence of the new year. 

He stared at the ceiling, trying to count exactly how many bumps were on the roof of his room. The Titans had repainted his room, which had been a chipped, bloody mess. He was grateful, but none of them had any futures in designing rooms or anything of the sort. Some paint was layered, to cover the dark crimson stains, and you could tell the difference right away.

He said nothing.

He was restless. He couldn’t get to sleep, no matter which way he turned, or punched his pillow. He tried sleeping on his stomach, but that was just uncomfortable in so many ways. Plus, he didn’t feel like getting accidentally turned on which was happening quite frequently nowadays.

‘‘It’s perfectly normal-’‘ Dick crooned. ‘‘Another word and I will smother you in your sleep.’‘ Damian interrupted.

Robin sighed. It was so quiet without any members of his team. Usually there was at least one insomniac hanging out in the living room, watching some sort of program on the TV, which Damian could hear from his bedroom.

Not today. 

A ear-piercing sound rang in the air.

He shot up in bed, blindly going for his suit, pulling it on in record breaking time.

Adjusting the mask as he went, he ran out to the living room.

‘INTRUDER ALERT’ flashed across the screen and the wail continued.

What, the Tower was impossible to break into. He had been making sure of it. Great, now he had to say that the Tower was nearly impossible to break into. 

Goddammit.

He started pressing buttons to at least stop the sound so he could figure out where the hell this intruder was, so he could beat the living hell out of them. He was a bit antsy.

Then, the alarm stopped.

He glanced down at the electronic keyboard and found that he hadn’t pressed enter yet. 

Damian froze.

‘‘Sorry ‘bout that, I slipped up on the last number in the code.’‘ A voice came from behind him. A laugh as well, a low one that managed to make his heart beat the slightest bit faster. Not that he would ever acknowledge it.

Damian tucked away the batarang that had been taken out in the blink of an eye. 

He turned around, seeing Superboy vault over the couch. 

Jon placed his feet over the top of the couch as his head hung off the couch, strands of hair coming loose with gravity and framing his oh so perfect blue eyes and delicate, dull pink lips. Ones that were forming a word.

–you’ve got diamonds in your eyes tonight–

‘‘-me.’‘ Jon was smiling at him, it sent an unfamiliar warmth through him and he had to fight back a shiver. 

Pathetic.

‘‘Huh?’‘ Had he really been so distracted by the boy hanging upside down?

No. Yes. 

‘‘Nothing,’‘ Jon laughed. ‘‘What’s up?’‘

The question snapped the youngest Wayne out of his daze and back to his senses.

‘‘What’s up?’’ Damian mocked. ‘’How the heck did you manage to get into my secure building? Why are you here? What is the meaning of this?’’

‘‘Pretty sure that it doesn’t belong to you and one question at a time, please.’‘ A lopsided grin. 

He hid his reaction to it, waving his hand so the keyboard disappeared, leaving the coffee table just that. A plain table.

‘‘Okay, then answer them.’‘

‘‘Someone’s grouchy. Ooh, an apple.’‘ Jon sat up, grabbing the fruit from the bowl placed there. He made a face after biting into it. ‘‘Ours are better.’‘ He gingerly set it down on the table.

Damian rolled his eyes. ‘’I’m waiting, Kent.’’

‘‘Really, Wayne?’’ 

Nope. He noped everything. This was karma, had to be.

He watched in silence as Jon lent forward, placing his somehow soft fingers on the side of his face, it was unusual and it took him off guard. His own hands were rough from years of handling his equipment. Little cuts littered them. Permanent.

Breath hitched in his throat.

Why was he reacting like this?

Then, Jon’s fingers brushed higher up and they pulled at his mask, successfully removing it. He pulled back, casually dropping the thing in his lap.

‘‘There, so much better.’‘ The shaggy haired teen smoothed out the creases in the mask.

Damian let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

‘‘So, now to answer your many questions.’‘ Jon waved his hands around in a flourish and Damian found himself staring at their every twitch.

Huh, he has really pretty hands. 

He found himself wanting to get into contact with them once again. 

‘‘Kon gave me the code by the way, so don’t worry. Your security is still perfectly intact.’‘

‘‘Of course it is, I built it.’‘ The vigilante responded with a huff.

Jon tilted his head back in a laugh, and Damian should have found that offensive but he was trapped. 

Enthralled by the way Jon’s eyes shut when he did so, a sense of disappointment stirring in Damian when he could no longer view the wonderful shade of blue, lips curling upwards, collarbones just about showing from the top of his hoodie that wasn’t zipped all the way to the top, and it being yanked up a bit when he brought up a hand to muffle a laugh, exposing some of the beautiful pale skin right underneath his navel.

–dazzle me, dazzle me–

Whatever deity existed, they were torturing him. 

The one across from him took a moment to calm, taking a deep breath in and then out.

‘‘I’m-,’‘ Superman’s son snickered again, ‘‘fine.’‘ He waved his hand in dismissal of the laugh that had just occurred. ‘‘Listen, I was in the area, and Kon told me you were hanging around here alone. Thought I would keep you company.’‘ There was a pause. 

Damian didn’t know why but his heart pounded with fear, drowning out any other noise.

‘‘…And maybe we could talk about what happened at my party?’‘

And there it was.

‘‘Damian, c’mon,’‘ Jon whined, bringing a smile to Damian’s lips. ‘‘It’s my fifteenth, we’re here to have fun. Not lurk in a corner and be depressing.’‘

‘‘It’s what I do best.’‘ He replied, and full lips formed into a adorable pout.

He didn’t like parties, and Clark and Bruce, God knows how those two conspired to do this, had thrown the biggest one ever. They had left once it started, trusting the boys to not let anything get too out of hand.

‘‘Well, we’re dancing.’‘ Jon spoke, a certainty in his voice.

–give me neon lights–

‘‘No way.’‘ He scoffed, settling in on the couch.

‘‘It’s my birthday, I get exactly what I want.’‘

Damian didn’t understand why that sentence affected him so much.

He let Jon pull him up, dragging him into the fray.

Swarms of warm, teen bodies. They didn’t know half these people but it didn’t matter right now. The smell of sweat, and excitement buzzing in the air like electricity, his veins absorbing it.

–see the plastic life through my bloodshot eyes–

They fumbled, awkwardly stepping, not really knowing what to do but that made it better. 

–you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights– 

Jon kept getting closer and closer.

He didn’t notice.

–and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight–

They stepped on each other’s toes a couple of times.

Jon was swaying, and was humming along to the beat with his eyes shut. 

‘‘Having fun there?’‘

Red colored the boy’s cheeks, as if he’d been caught.

A blush (?) 

He stuck out his tongue at Damian, childish.

They broke out laughing.

Quiet.

‘‘You’re looking at me like that again.’‘ Blue eyes, narrowed. Calculating.

‘‘Like what?’‘ The Arabian male said, confused. 

‘‘I dunno, It’s just-’‘ Jon shook his head. ‘‘I should shut up.’‘

‘‘No, really. Like what?’‘

Raven hair fell into his eyes as Jon stared down at his worn out sneakers.

He mumbled something, but Damian didn’t catch it with how loud the conversations around them were.

A fist gripped his shirt, balling it up. Damian thought that Jon was going to punch him for a second and he went to remove the hand.

Jon was faster.

A rough tug to the front of his shirt, and lukewarm lips crashed against his slightly chapped ones.

–not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill–

A weird sounding noise escaped his mouth, and the grip on his shirt loosened but the hand remained there, pressing against his chest.

The other was brought up, skimming the back of his neck.

–living in the moment, paying for the kill–

His eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing in way he didn’t know was possible.

Damian had no idea how to respond so he just did. No thinking.

Hands on Jon’s waist, fingers curling into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging.

More, more, more.

Him, him, him.

Invading his thoughts, poisoning his mind until there was nothing else.

–i am wild alive, i am wild alive–

His head started to feel dizzy, and with irony he remembered, ‘I need air,’ and pulled back, although Jon was hesitant to let him go, and gave a whimper.

They stared at each other, eyes going wide as if only now realizing what they had just done.

‘‘Oh my God, I’m-’‘ Jon began but Damian’s mouth was already back on his, muting any further words.

–golden grill of sadness, mid-life wasted youth–

The rest of the night was a blur.

They broke apart, snuck away from the crowd. 

They made their way onto the roof, and talked. Nothing about what had just happened. Just…life.

–there’s a human in your heart of hearts–

There was a new feeling in the air between them, however. 

Damian liked it.

–hiding true colors made you fall apart–

The party ended, and Jon went home while Damian helped clean up the mess left behind by everyone.

‘‘What about it?’‘ Damian’s voice sounded choked, even to him. Scared, even. He talked fast. ‘‘There’s nothing to talk about. Absolutely nothing.’‘

‘‘It’s been three months, we ought to talk about it sometime.’‘ Jon’s voice was soft, as if trying to lure a frightened animal from their hiding place.

–throwing fire, trying to make it right–

‘‘No, we don’t.’’ Damian continued stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, purposely avoiding his friend’s eyes which were probably giving him the signature Jon Kent look.

If you thought puppy dog eyes were bad, Jon’s version of them were the absolute worst and could get anyone to do anything.

Hence, why Damian refused to look Jon in the eye. He’d give in.

Jon threw up his hands in frustration, giving a long, annoyed exhale.

–always ends up like this, always gonna lose–

‘‘Fine! How about I talk, and you listen?’‘

Damian didn’t respond.

‘‘What, was I that bad a kisser or something? Is that why you’ve refused to partner up with me on anything unless told to, huh? Do you just not like me? A fluke, a mistake. You could have just told me instead of being a, a, thing about it! If I remember correctly, you kissed me back! That’s gotta mean something. Doesn’t it?” His voice got progressively quieter, more shaky as he went on, as if he were scared to have a answer to his many questions.

It almost hurt to hear him ramble.

‘‘Opposite.’‘

Jon stopped, anger still visible in his eyes, and the way his hands were clenched at his sides. 

Damian groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head into his hands.

‘‘Explain it to me then.’‘ A unspoken plead was in his eyes and that did it for Damian.

‘‘I-I got scared, alright? It’s not just everyday that your best friend for five years kisses you! I didn’t want to, didn’t want to ruin it, okay? I’ve freaking done things but what if me, me being me is the thing that makes that disappear? That’s a heck of a lot worse. So,I distanced, maybe you’d forget all about it.’‘ Damian’s voice rose and lowered throughout his rant, shouting and then dropping into a barely audible whisper that would have gone unheard if not for Jon’s super hearing.

Jon looked at him and gave a bitter laugh. Nothing like the one that made warmth flush to his cheeks and his heart thump that much faster.

‘‘I was the one who kissed you, don’t you think that means anything? I know you. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.’‘

‘‘Don’t you mean, was?’’ Damian said.

Jon looked at him, a determined expression on his face.

‘‘No.’‘

And then he kissed him, again. 

This time was much different. It wasn’t sped up, this was drawn out.

Slow.

The other was pent up feelings being let out, this one was expression.

Damian found himself returning it, before he even realized what he was doing. 

A hand cupped his cheek and Damian gave a content sigh against Jon’s mouth. He tangled his hands in the shaggy mess that was Jon’s hair, gently pulling on the strands.

Hands were on his chest now, moving.

Blunt nails dug into his back, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt the pressure.

Jon pulled away this time, red plastered on his cheeks, lips slightly swollen.

Their foreheads resting together as they caught their breaths, panting.

‘‘Well-’‘

‘‘That was something.’‘ Jon deadpanned.

‘‘Agreed.’‘ Damian nodded.

They laughed in unison, clutching each other’s shirts while they howled with laughter. 

They calmed, but didn’t move from where they were.

Jon wrapped his finger around a small silver chain that had a tiny cat pendant, he had gifted him it the Christmas before, saying that it had reminded him of Alfred, Damian’s cat that is.

‘‘You kept it.’‘

‘’Why wouldn’t I?’‘

‘‘It seemed that you didn’t like it.’‘

‘‘Oh, well I do. I like it, since it came from you, and I like you.’‘ The words were just slipping out of his mouth by now, and holy- Jon looked so pretty like this, all flushed and out of breath and wow. He really needed to make him look like this more often. ‘’You’re even more pretty up close.’’

Jon couldn’t possibly have gotten more red, but he did, ducking his head.

‘‘Yeah, same goes for me.’‘ He murmured.

‘‘What was that?’‘ Damian teased.

‘‘I like you too. There, happy.’‘ He looked up, meeting Damian’s lovesick gaze.

‘‘Yes.’‘

–dazzle me, dazzle me–


fin.

Runaway Snakes

Her ankles were sore and she was covered in a thin layer of dust , her skintight jeans were looser than they had been but she figured that was to be expected considering she hadn’t eaten a full meal in about two weeks. The road she was currently on seemed to go on for hours and there wasn’t a car in sight, like the last year of Betty Coopers life the beautiful blonde teenager was completely on her own, just her and the road. But.. she was so tired, so tired of hiding, of late nights sleeping in bus stations, 18 hour shifts at diners just to pay for the shotty motels in the dirty cities she kept company.

She was so tired of running.

Betty Cooper was sixteen years old, ”just a kid”, were the disappointed words uttered in her direction every time the run down, dirty blonde would beg for a waitress job or sign in at a motel, a black backpack holding all of her possessions. She was a fighter, small and stealthy, able to hide in the smallest places, a sense of “fight or flight” earned by years of abuse at the hands of multiple foster families. Her life had been..tough, but she was grateful, she was proud. She had survived, she was here and that had to mean something, it meant everything.

There was a low rumble coming from behind her, growing increasingly louder as she squinted, the sun beating down on her back. It was almost instinct for her thumb to stick out, hitch hiking came with the whole runaway thing, it was dangerous and there had been some.. not quite standup men who had offered her a ride but her body could only take so much more walking. Suddenly she was pushed back, Motorcycles, a gang, raced past her, her long blonde hair flying back as she tried desperately to make one of them stop, just a ride, not too far.

But no one stopped, they just kept riding, at least that what she thought as she watched helplessly, a disappointed huff leaving her lips. “whatever” she whispered, picking her backpack off the ground and hiking it over her shoulder.

“where ya headed?”

tThe low rumble of the unfamiliar voice had her whipping around, eyes widening at the bearded man seated on his Harley, a smile on his face as he stared at Betty expectantly.

“Oh! I’m so sorry I didn’t know you had stopped.” Betty apologized, remembering her manners instantly “ anywhere would be great, I’m just not sure where this road ends and Id love to get to a town before dark.”

The man stood from his bike

“ you do this a lot?” he questioned.

Betty cheeks flamed scarlet at the mans knowing eyes.

“ I…You could say that.” she answered, eyes looking anywhere but his.

“God, you’ve gotta be..what? fifteen?” he came to stand directly across from her, hands buried in his leather jacket, an intimidating snake tail curling over his shoulder, Southside Serpents written on the back.

“ I’m sixteen.” her eyes snapped back to the older mans, an undeniable fire sparking through her deep green eyes, she wasn’t going to let anyone mock her, make her feel small.

The bearded man smirked, enjoying the fire in her eyes

“I’ve got a boy your age. My son.. he reminds me a lot of you actually.”

Betty ran her fingers through her blonde curls, any talk of family always made her uncomfortable.

“ oh, I umm.. anyway about that ride? it doesn’t have to be far, maybe just a couple miles, I can rest my feet. my name is Betty by the way” she offered

“Fp Jones.” he pulled a helmet  out of the bag on the side of his bike. “ you can come home with me..” he started

Betty stepped back, her eyes searching frantically, fingers coming to grip the hunting knife in the side pocket of her backpack.

Fp noticed the fear racing through Bettys body, he quickly shook his head.

“ No!.. god no! I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry, I just meant.. listen one of our trailers is open, we had one of our own run off with a Ghoulie, she’s not welcomed back and we’ve been looking for someone to fill the trailer. you can stay there for a bit.” 

Bettys eyes widened again

“ I could never, how would I pay you? I don’t have work papers, I .. I have my license but.. its..” Betty scrambled, fingers clutching the shiny black helmet in her fingers.

Fp shook his head, getting  on the Harley and patting the space behind him

“We’ll figure it out later, now hop on If I let those guys get too ahead of me lord knows the trouble they’d get in.”

Without a second of hesitation Betty was wrapping her arms around the grown man with the heart of gold. The ride was short, not even thirty minutes when they pulled up to the trailer park “Sunnyside”.

Betty stepped off of the bike, her eyes falling to Fp who seemed to be waiting for her reaction

“Sunnyside? how… appropriate?” she smiled, dimples peeking through the dust and dirt coating her cheeks.

Fp chuckled, a deep belly laugh as the two scanned the dark and dingy trailer park.

“She aint much” he replied

Betty placed a hand to his forearm

“Its perfect.” she whispered, eyes burning into the older mans.

“A good place to hide” He smiled softly, his voice filled with understanding.

“Yeah, a good place to hide.” she answered back, voice far away.

Fp took her to her trailer and apologized for the mess, apparently the woman before had been a pig, it was nothing Betty couldn’t handle and the clothes that she had left seemed to be Bettys size if not a little big.”

“you oughta come down to the Whyte Worm once you’re all settled, meet some people, get a decent meal in ya, you’re too damn small girl, I mean you..” his words were cut off when a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist, dirty blonde hair pressing against his chest

“thank you Fp.” she whispered.

The gang member smiled softly. patting the girls head affectionately.

“anytime kid.” and then he was gone, leaving Betty alone in the brand new trailer. a space of her own, a place she could sleep without fear of someone banging on her door to let them in , “they just wanted a taste of the pretty blonde”, No foster fathers using her as a punching bag, and no police to lie to, just a bed and four walls. it was perfect.

After an hour long shower, Betty found herself in front of a vanity mirror, her hair clean and loose fell around her shoulders as the soft blue tank top and army green skirt felt like melted cotton her skin. Betty wasn’t really one for makeup but the brand new Ruby Red Lipstick sitting on the corner of the desk called for her, if this was going to be her new life , at least for now, why couldn’t she be someone different, someone new?

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

“Where were you?! everyone else got back at least twenty minutes before you, God dad, with the Ghoulies out for blood you cant just be disappearing like that.” Jughead Jones stared angrily at his father, Combat boot tapping impatiently on the floor of the bar, arms crossed making his leather jacket stretch the material tight against the  sixteen year olds biceps. “Well? I’m waiting where were you?” he questioned again.

Fp couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he watched his son scold him like a mother, he rested a heavy hand on the young serpents shoulder

“ I had to pick something up.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly, watching his son get riled up was his favorite past time.

“what?! pick up what? Dad!” Jughead called after the man who was currently sliding behind the bar.

Jughead Jones was essentially Serpent Royalty, the younger Serpents looked up to him , he was their faithful leader, a deep set mystery to the boy that had everyone trying to figure him out. He was fearless and angry but smart and fierce, traits he had gained from his father. The sadness he carried on his shoulders spoke of loss and pain, insecurity and darkness. He was handsome, dangerously so and yet  he was always on his own, the girls followed him around but he showed no interest, he was focused on the Serpents on carrying his fathers legacy. plus.. he was too damaged, too much baggage.

“Turn around, you’ll see what I picked up.” his father winked, shouting over the ruckus of the bar.

It was almost like slow motion as Jughead turned around, he saw her instantly, the dim light of the bar like a halo above her. She was beautiful, a vision of honey blonde hair and long tan legs, her lips painted Cherry red and her eyes the deepest shade of meadow green. she was beautiful, the way she walked through the bar  dodging and gliding past the rowdy drunks and angry females glaring her way, he had never seen someone like her, never seen the fierce determination in someone’s eyes, never seen the matching sorrow buried deep behind a nervous smile. It was like looking in a mirror, his heart stirred, a heavy sharp throbbing,  one he’d never felt before.

and…

she was heading right towards him.

“oh shit” he mumbled