it looks good but I hate it because I drew it so effortlessly

Model Behavior

Summary: Jack is getting ready to do a photo shoot for Alicia’s friend.  Bitty comes along to keep him company, when Bitty suddenly becomes the model. Jack’s reaction to the photo is… interesting.  A quick little ficlet which takes place during Jack’s senior year.  Also on AO3

Jack hated photo shoots. Absolutely hated them, but Alicia had a favor called in and he found himself in a position of not being able to say no. And so, begrudgingly, Jack Zimmermann was on his way to Boston for a one-day shoot.

“Like an actual shoot shoot?” Bitty asked wide-eyed as he told him about it over some ginger peach pie the evening before.

“Yeah. It’s for some clothing line. They’re going to dress me up like a puppet and then I have to stand there, and smile like an idiot.”

“I dunno, it sounds so fun to me. I’d love to model!” Bitty said then sighed, “Alas, I am vertically challenged.”

“Euh… do you want to come with me?” Jack asked pushing his pie around the plate with his fork.

“Really? And like watch?!” Bitty practically bounced off his seat.

“I guess so, Bittle. Don’t make me take it back.”

“No! I’ll behave. I promise! It’s going to be so much fun.”


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Can You Swim?

Request: “Hey can I request more turned on Kylo like him watching you from across the room and getting a boner and stuff like that. And maybe the readers a knight of ren and the knights go on a mission and she has like an hour before bed of free time and she strips down to her underwear and kind of just wades in the water and stuff like that? Thanks so so so much xxxx”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2101

Warnings: Smut (and a fluffy pep talk hehe)

A/n: reader’s knights of ren name is Vetitum bc it means “forbidden” in latin or some shit lmao enjoy

Originally posted by moonkittyrave

“No, I don’t think that’ll work.” You voiced, resulting in seven men turning their concentrated gazes towards you.

“Then what do you suggest, Vetitum Ren?” One of your colleagues inquired.

You bent over the map table, pointing towards a small forest. Unbeknown to you, the knight beside you had let his eyes fall to your behind, as your shorter figure reached to show your plan. Kylo knew it was inappropriate, but he couldn’t help it. He bit his lip, watching your body slightly twist to press buttons on the small dial, animating the map. He tried to pay attention to what you were saying but it was just too difficult while you were in that skin-tight space suit. The one that hugged at your curves and provided a great outline of your ass. He could just imagine the things he would do to you, the way your skin would feel against his, the sounds you would make. He found himself leaning his lower half into the map table, trying to conceal the unwanted boner that had begun forming with his thoughts.

“And then we’ll make camp here.” You continued, Kylo only now tuning in to your battle speech. “Rest for the night, then in the morning we attack. If we start from the forest they’ll never see it coming.”

Most of the knights nodded in agreement, some voicing their small contempt, to which you explained the possible flaws and outcomes. Eventually coming to a vote, the overwhelming response was to go through with your idea.

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The Valkyrie- Chapter 1

“No need to look so menacing, sweetheart.” Loki murmured in your ear. “This is the elven king I am treating with, not a horde of orcs.”

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the tingles down your spine.

The flush on your cheeks, the quickening of your breath. There was nothing that made a Valkyrie’s blood run hotter than the prospect of danger.

He had insisted on your company this night. For protection, he claimed. The Mirkwood elves were lean, war-hardened creatures with wild, dangerous temperaments. A valuable asset in Loki’s quest in gaining his rightful place as king and ruler of Asgard. But it was yet to be determined whether the king of the Woodland Realm was ally or adversary.

The elven procession was approaching, and the last thing you needed was to be distracted by his throaty sensuality, the electrifying warmth of his close proximity. You pulled from him in annoyance, adrenaline rushing. You had to focus.

The elven king strode forward in his brocade robes, hair cascading down his shoulders like a silver waterfall. He eyed Loki with a cool disdain, his nose upturned.


Loki gave him a charming grin and bowed, half mockingly. “Thranduil.”

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, looking hard at the Asgardian. Then his gaze fell on you.

You had not expected to see fire in the piercing blue. He tilted his head ever the so slightly. Suddenly a red-haired elf by him leapt towards Loki, silver blade flashing.


You blocked her sword with your twin daggers, inches from Loki’s face. You could hear the pounding of your heart, feel the maddening heat racing through you. She ducked as you swiped at her, and kicked your legs from under you. As you fell, you threw a dagger at her face. She knocked it from the air. You used the distraction to slam her in her shins. Her arms were pinned down with your knees, your remaining dagger against her throat. You glared triumphantly up at the elven king. Your breath was ragged now. Your lips were parched, your chest tight and heaving against your breastplate.

A faint smile played on the elven king’s lips. “…Quite a fighter you have protecting your mirage, Loki.”  


You ground your teeth. The bastard. He brought you here not because he couldn’t protect himself, but to watch you burn. And he was enjoying every minute of it.

There was a rush of wind behind you as the mirage vanished. A warm, familiar hand grazed your shoulder. The sensation was almost painful. The real Loki had materialized, wearing his full regalia. Slowly, you released the elf and pulled yourself to your feet, every cell on fire.

“It seems as if elves are not easily deceived by Asgardian magic,” Loki laughed, shrugging. “I am impressed. Although I still don’t know what the fuss is about. I thought we had already reached an agreement.”

“We had. But you have yet to fulfill your side of the bargain.”

“Killing a dragon is no easy task; you know firsthand the dangers of facing such a beast. Surely there is something else I can offer in the meantime for a few thousand men.”

Thranduil was quiet, his expression unreadable. Then he turned to you and stared you dead in the eye. “…The Valkyrie, perhaps?”

Loki narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly. Then he threw his head back and laughed. “I’m afraid the Valkyrie is not mine to give,” he lied smoothly. “She serves me on her own free will.”

“I see,” Thranduil said softly, his gaze lingering as if he were drinking you in. “I will give you time to consider a counter proposal. You and your Valkyrie are welcome to stay in Mirkwood in the meanwhile.”

He turned on his heel, his elven guards following after him deep into to the woods.

“Your rise to my defense was unusually slow tonight,” Loki said gruffly, cupping your chin and tilting it towards him. “You seem…distracted.”

Your senses still simmered from the brush with violence. He was too close, his lips a sensual flick away. His breath was warm on your face, his grasp firm.

“I promised to defend you. I was not aware I was to defend your shadows as well.“

He trailed his fingers down your face. “…I gave you freedom to choose how you serve me. If you’ve chosen to protect me, then protect me.”  

You swallowed a low moan. Stupid hormones. Stupid Loki. 

You swatted his hand away irritably. "Are we heading to Mirkwood?”    

“You’ve but just met the king of elves, and now you’re so anxious to go to Mirkwood,” he said sourly, wrenching his gaze from you.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Fine then.” He snapped. “We will go to Laketown first. Watching you fight has me worked up to quite an appetite.”

Loki’s “appetite” tonight was a voluptuous brunette and a lean, spritely red-head. You stood by in silent indifference as he hooked the tavern girls with the slightest crook of his finger, the seductive curve of his smile. How effortlessly the gods enthralled the mortals.

He spirited the four of you to the Halls of the Woodland King, where the elves were expecting your company. The elven guards raised their eyebrows at the humans but said nothing, showing you to the guest quarters.

Once in his room, he threw himself on the plush feather bed and gathered the two giggling women into his arms.

“Such delightful hospitality!” He drawled mockingly, grabbing a pillow. “Silks! Satin! Courtesy of the splendid elven king Thranduil, the only elf in the whole galaxy with a stick permanently up his arse!”

The red-head guffawed too loudly.

“They say a dragon shredded half his face,” the brunette rasped dramatically. “He uses magic to mask his disfigurement.”

“Oooh, battle scars!” Loki snickered. “Is that why you couldn’t take your eyes off him earlier, Valkyrie? He’s just your type!”

“…It’s late. I’ll take my leave.” You said flatly, heading towards the door.

The way he looked at you then, like a storm cloud had swallowed engulfed the sun.

“…You know I brought them here in jest,” He said quietly, the laughter gone from his voice. “Stay, and I will send them away.”

Jest? Spiteful, petty, jealous god. You can play that game too.

“…Good night, my lord,” you muttered, and closed the door.

The Mirkwood guards let you out of the cold stone halls and into the fresh silence of the woods. You leaned over railings of woven branches, overlooking the waterfall, the water crashing down against jagged rocks.

It had been three years since Loki claimed your life-debt. Six months since he began following you with eyes of forlorn longing.

Were he not in exile, he would never have given you a second glance. You knew it was only his loneliness that drove him to you.

A part of you hated him for it. Another part of you secretly yearned.

“It is not safe in these woods alone at night.”

The voice was low, soft as distant thunder. Your hands were on your blades, your breath caught in your throat. It was the elven king, pale under the moonlight like a silver ghost. He leaned against the trunk of a gnarled tree only a few feet away. You did not know how long he had been standing there, watching you.

You should have sensed his presence. How could you not have seen him? The base instinct of fight or flight took hold, adrenaline streaking through you like lightning as it did earlier in the night. Danger, your body purred. Delicious, delightful danger.

“I can fend for myself,” you murmured.

He drew closer. He was very tall. With broad, muscular shoulders and heavy-set chest. There was something very carnal about the way his robe flashed blood orange against blackened silver, and you could not help wonder what sort of man one would find beneath the brocade.

“I have seen for myself how a Valkyrie is a force to be reckoned with. Odin must truly regret having lost one of his finest warriors.”

“He regrets nothing,” you growled, your temper rising at the thought of the tyrannical old buzzard. “If he had his way, I would be burning alive on a pyre. Loki smuggled me from Asgard, before I could be executed.” 

"A Valkyrie’s life spared is her life owed. So you do belong to Loki.”

There was that slight smile again. You could feel him studying you, a tiger eyeing its prey.

"He holds my life-debt. I belong to no one.”

“But you are precious to him.” His words dripped from his lips like honey. “Guard, soldier, assassin. Bound by honor to fight, to kill as commanded by whomever holds your debt.”

You nodded. “To go against the honor of a life-debt is lethal for Valkyries. Our hearts would stop mid-beat should we refuse to kill or defend as ordered.”

“Can a Valkyrie life-debt be transferred?”

The elven king’s expression was unreadable. You bit your lip.

“…Why do you ask?”

There was no mirth behind his smile. “I have a twisted dagger scar that runs between my shoulder blades. A jagged parting gift from one who had, up until then, been my confidant and most trusted bodyguard. I have made many enemies over the years, and I need someone I can trust. Loyalty, like trust, must be earned. But honor…” He took your hand and raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. “Honor is intrinsic. If it is honor that binds you to your god, then I will have that same honor bind you to me.“

Your heart fluttered like a banner in the wind.


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Frat Boy Pt 5

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Thanks so much for your patience guys.  Enjoy some fratty bratty harry with fratty niall and art student zayn ;)

The kiss stayed with you through to the morning, instantly awakening you with the thought of how his lips had felt heatedly pressed against yours - hungry, savory, soft.  He’d been gentle with you, but dominating.  Dominating in the most comforting of ways.  And as cheesy as it seemed to be, you had been putty in his strong, capable hands.  With cheeks flushed from drifting thoughts, you ghosted your hand where his once cupped your cheek and you could almost imagine it was his instead, but when your fingertips traveled to touch your lips, the tingle he’d left and the burn in your stomach he’d ignited was just out of reach.  And when your hand fell to touch your throat where he had pressed a luscious kiss, you felt the crusty trickle of blood that had caused him to retreat.  A frown befell your face and an onslaught of sensations took over as the memories from the alley came back to you full-force, the grubby hands pressing you against one’s bony chest, the glint of the sharp blade, the sickly sweet cologne and the moisture from his breath that had hit your neck.  There was a cold chill and you shivered even though just two minutes ago you’d woken up sweating under the blankets.  When you rolled over to see Renny’s bed empty there was a sudden slam in the bedroom that made you jump and your adrenaline skyrocketed as you froze beneath the sheets.  It was the blinds, only the blinds, you told yourself.  They’d just slammed against the window from a draft.  The beating of your heart was still pounding and your eyebrows knitted together as it hit you that you were very much alone.

She’d left for class already.  An obnoxiously bright orange note card was taped to the side of your desk and you stretched your arm as far as it could while staying buried beneath the protection of the covers.


btw it’s back-to-school theme for the sorority party tonight so…prepare the slutty outfit and what you’re going to say to make me look good ;)

Your eyes shot to the clock and you froze.  It was 7:45.  When the shutters slammed against the window again and your heart dropped for the second time this morning, you knew you couldn’t stay here.  You may fail the stupid test and Harry may be annoyed that you didn’t stay, but you wouldn’t be able to sleep again.  As silly as it sounded you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep even if you checked under your bed and swept the closet five times over to make sure no one was there.  You felt so vulnerable alone, and your mind kept drifting to that night.

You wouldn’t be able to fight the memory.

You had fifteen minutes.

With no regard to yesterday’s makeup you threw on jeans and a sweatshirt, even though the clouds from yesterday were long gone.  You may be sweating on your way over to class, but you didn’t want the world to see you today.  You’d just thrown up your hood and the door was closing behind you when you froze- the blood.  It was still on your neck.  And with a sinking feeling in your gut, the thud of the closing door sealed your sentence.  You’d left your keys in the pocket of your sweats from last night and there was no way you could get back in to wash it off.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed, wiggling the doorknob to no avail.  You weren’t one to cuss, hardly ever, and you weren’t sure what you were hoping for in jiggling the locked door, but- fuck.

In a panicked fast-walk to class, you tried rubbing your neck to try and get the evidence to fade but all it left you with was irritated skin probably reddening from the burn you were creating.  People seemed to be staring at you more today as you picked up your fast walk to an awkward fast jog and as disgusting as it was, you licked your hand and started desperately rubbing again.  You winced a bit as you felt the sting from the cut, the slight injury reacting with the dampness in bristling rejection.

Your head was a dark cloud of anxiety, stress, and fear and when you burst through the doors of lecture hall with a minute to spare, your thoughts turned impossibly darker.

Harry was leant back looking effortlessly alluring in a snapback and partially unbuttoned flannel, with a girl stood between his legs.  His hands were casually gripping the edge of the extended table while her hip was popped out in the way that made her butt look bigger and her waist, smaller.  You knew that pose, you did it too.  She said something to him that caused him to smirk and he nodded his head with a shrug of his broad shoulders while she giggled in excitement.  The same shoulders that had been hovering over you, bare, just hours before…

The instant bitter spark of anger erupted and your natural reaction was outrage at this blatant betrayal, but then, you realized, what was he betraying?  The anger was no match for the larger flood of disappointment that followed not even two seconds after.  You thought he’d be worried about you, you realized.  After last night, you’d thought he’d stay the same warm, gentle person when the sun showed its face again.  You’d forgotten who he was.  What he was.   He wasn’t going to change, nor was he going to just flip a switch and become solely focused on you of all people because he’d stopped those men from taking advantage of you.  Any decent person would’ve done that.

Wasn’t that what your mother always told you when a check bounced?  Don’t fall in love with a man you think you can change, because no one will change fundamentally.  Unless, of course, he had money.  Then, she’d told you, it didn’t really matter if he changed or not because money could afford you all sorts of distractions.  Security first, love secondary.  You’d listened with open ears when your father wasn’t around, letting it come in one ear and out the other.  That was just your mother though.

She’d never read the love stories you had.

A part of you was reminded of Harry’s intensity, how each time his fist met the other man it had been so calculated and filled with unchecked rage.  Something was telling you that not any person would’ve done what Harry did.  That a person mentally couldn’t have done most of it.

For an irrational reason, anger struck up again.  Harry didn’t have to do any of it.

And he definitely didn’t need to spend the night.

But that’s why he’d honestly asked you to “tutor” him wasn’t it?  He’d gotten what he’d wanted, hadn’t he?  He’d gotten to kiss you and you’d given in.  His sweet words were just a cherry on top.  Blatantly meaningless as he continued to charm the girl who he clearly already had under his thumb.

You’d pushed the door harder than expected and it slammed shut, causing all heads to turn towards you.

Including his.

Including hers.

The make-out chick Harry had been with the night of the party was staring at you with crystal blue eyes, doing a once over at the weird hooded girl glaring at the entrance before turning back to look at Harry.  But he was still looking at you.

Harry’s brows immediately drew together and he gave an irritated shake of his head that screamed “what the fook are yeh doing here?”  It made your skin crawl how you could already picture his voice so perfectly in your head, and you hated knowing it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.  You only had the energy to fake a smile when the professor cheekily said “So nice of you to join us Y/N.”  The girl standing in front of Harry started walking away at his sudden disinterest and you almost wanted to comfort her, hell, you could make a lot of money off a Harry support group.  You’re sure many girls needed it after dealing with the ever-shifting enigma that is Harry Styles.

You heard Harry call your name as you passed him, but you ignored it, for once gracefully walking a little faster when you saw him unsuccessfully reach for you in the corner of your eye.  

Niall was the one who sat at the end of the aisle and reached a hand out to stop you before you could descend and get away.

“Hey, what’s wrong with your neck?”  His voice held traces of concern, but it was a question asked out of selfish curiosity.  

“Allergic reaction,” you lied.

“Yikes, you allergic t’a good make out then?” he teased before breaking out into a snicker at your furrowed brows.  He hadn’t.  He…he wouldn’t have -

You immediately looked to Harry and his eyes had darkened, all the proof you needed, and you hoped your death glare transferred through the sizzling line of energy that seemed to pop up whenever you looked at each other.  That cocky, bragging, arrogant son of a…

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Child's Play



“Come here…” Daddy purred from his bed and Phil did as he was told, crawling in between daddy’s legs on the edge. Large familiar hands held his shoulders and guided him to face away, dragging his short legs out from beneath him. Phil frowned but let himself be moved. “I want to try something new tonight,” Daddy wrapped his thick fingers around his son’s thin wrists to place them on his own thighs, out of the way, “okay with you?”

And Phil nodded, because that was all he knew. “Yes daddy.”

Daddy’s hands, still with confidence, worked at the buttons of his son’s school shirt. “What day is it today, Philip?”

The boy’s reply was lively. “The 30th of January!”

A breathy laugh emanated from behind him. “And how old are you today?” He was finished with the shirt and made his paced way to the front of Phil’s trousers, unzipping them.

“Eight! That makes me a big boy now!” Phil declared, almost bouncing between daddy’s legs but refraining. Daddy did remember his birthday after all - all day he had been teasing Phil by pretending he had no idea.

“Oh, a ‘big boy’ right? Does that mean you get 'big boy’ things?” And Phil nodded excitedly, completely ignorant to the sly knowing smirk of his daddy behind him. His beast hands tugged Phil’s tiny trousers all the way off and pulled his legs inches apart. “Well… Tonight you’re going to get what a 'big boy’ should get.” Daddy leaned down to purr in Phil’s ear as he edged down his son’s final garment to completely expose him. Dancing his fingers across his sensitive inner thighs, his hands edged further before playing gently with Phil’s length.

The boy squirmed in discomfort but daddy’s lower calves pinned Phil’s to the bed. The fingers traced lines along him from base to tip and once a thumb brushed over his slit Phil brought his hands to push daddy’s away. With a frustrated grunt daddy’s free hand clasped his son’s tiny wrists and held them against his chest to restrict his movement. Grinning, he wrapped his fingers around Phil’s prepubescent cock and stroked him gently. Phil whimpered and tried shuffling away but it was no use - the only thing was he had no idea what any of this was, how long it would last or how it would end. He squeezed his eyes shut and his body trembled.

“Daddy… Don’t… Don’t like it…” Daddy didn’t care. He never did. His fingers were tighter now and his strokes were more rapid; the more he did the greater Phil reacted. Unexpectedly he felt something in the base of his belly - ache? Whatever it was it worsened by the second. Phil tried harder to free his hands to no avail. “Daddy, stop…  Need to wee…” Daddy laughed and kept going, obviously wanting Phil to release right here over his hand. The boy groaned in shame, trying to hold off though the need was killing him and he really wanted daddy’s hand off of him - that man had touched him everywhere else, even some places inside, but this was the one place he couldn’t stand daddy playing with. “No…” he whimpered weakly before releasing over daddy’s hand, water spewing out the tip and daddy encouraging more to come out. By the end Phil was shaking and feeling a horrible rock of shame, but wasn’t surprised when he was picked up and thrown down onto the bed on his back and daddy climbed on top of him. As usual, Phil squeezed his eyes such and let daddy have his way.


Everything seemed too good to be true, and once Phil realised it, that’s when they seemed to crumble:

Tuesday - Dan sat down with his fringe purposefully hiding his face, and when Phil brought a hand up to turn it to him he was shrugged off with a growl. Eyebrows furrowing with concern, Phil shuffled cautiously closer to his boyfriend and leaned in close.

“Dan? You okay?” His only reply was a unconvincing nod of the head. “Let me see what they’ve done…” Phil knew he was hurt, he knew the bullies had got to him today and honestly once he shakily turned his head to expose his huge black eye Phil felt his heart be crushed. Someone had laid fists on his precious Dan. “Oh, love…” Phil reached out to caress the mark but the other moved away, letting out a whimpering cry.

Wednesday - Phil took ahold of Dan’s right wrist and slowly flipped it over. “May I?” he tried quietly. After the incident yesterday Dan seemed a little shaken still - it became clear that they hadn’t just used fists to hurt him but terror aswell. Gently, Phil rolled the baggy sleeve of his boyfriend’s shirt up to expose the light lines across his wrists. There weren’t too many, and they didn’t seem to split the skin too deep, but that didn’t make them any less painful to observe. Phil brushed his thumbs across them and inspected them, not saying a word or making a sound. Why did Dan do this? What caused him such pain and misery to evoke this?

Thursday - that was the time Phil got damaged. He laid strewn on the dirty bathroom tiles, shaking in mild terror, eyes still wide. His clothes were about the room, some ripped and torn.

“Get off me!” Phil had screamed as the three boys dragged him almost effortlessly into the toilets despite his struggles. Their grips were strong and restrictive on his arms and as Phil stumbled to his knees disgusting free hands had gripped his clothes and torn them from his body - his trousers were the first to go, of course.

Dan was expecting him at their place as usual but Phil couldn’t move. There was pain everywhere. But his bag had been discarded outside and his books were thrown across the corridor; if Dan went searching it wouldn’t take him long to find him.

A harsh slap brought Phil to silence. “Now listen here you little slut. You’re gonna suck me off and there’ll be no complaining, got it?” The boy nodded, already shaking, and guided his trembling hands to the older student’s zipper. He released him and gulped nervously before parting his lips, shutting his eyes to block out the taunting laughter from behind. Once Phil’s red face had been painted with release he was yanked to his feet and thrown against a wall. There was no struggling anymore - he knew better. They went fast and broke their whore’s skin with fangs and claws, having to hold him up by the end because no one had abused him like this in school for a while now and he was out of practice.

Finally the grip on Phil was released and he collapsed to a heap of disgust and shame on the tiles. Their sadistic sniggers echoed through the room even when Phil was alone.

The door burst open and a gasp found it’s way into Phil’s ear, then footsteps hurrying closer before arms around his trembling, bare, cold body. There was no doubt who this was, but this was the last person Phil wanted to be seen by in this state. He was disgusting but the warm arms were tight and caring.

Tiny sobs shook Phil’s chest and broke through his throat but he still couldn’t bring himself to move. Burying his red and shame-filled face into the crook of the other’s shoulder Phil took a desperate gasp for air, and an arm curved round his head and stroked through his hair, holding him close. The body was letting off so much heat it was irresistible to Phil in his garmentless state.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay. They’re gone.” Dan cooed into his boyfriend’s ear as his sobs weakened. “I’ll stay, if you need me.” And to respond Phil drew up a hand to clutch Dan’s shirt and ball it up in his fist tightly. His tears were wetting it and creating a stain but Dan didn’t mind. His body was stark naked and sweaty as it pressed up against his own but Dan didn’t mind. His boyfriend had tears falling from his eyes, had been stripped and abused, and that was what Dan wasn’t okay with. That’s what made him pull Phil into his lap like a child and cradle him until his cries stopped.

“S-sorry I d-didn’t show…” Phil started, voice hoarse and broken. Dan’s hand found his cheek and he brushed his fingers across it lightly, trying to rid Phil of his tears.

“Don’t care about that. It’s not your fault anyway.” He was right. It wasn’t Phil’s fault this had happened again. But he still really fucking hated it when it did. It was a rare happening, this was the fourth time Phil had been dragged into an isolated room like this and treated this way, but that didn’t mean he didn’t brush it off every time.

Lunch was swiftly drawing to a close and the two boys were still locked in a tight embrace, tears dry on both their faces. Phil had long since silenced. The only sound in the room was the consistent metronome of their breathing.

Then came the questions.

“So…is this the only time that’s happened to you, or have their been others?” Phil glanced up into Dan’s eyes which were boring into his, heavy with concern. He merely shrugged.

“…I’m used to it…”

Dan blinked. “It happens often?”

The other shook his head, moving his eyes away. “Only a few times.” He half-lied. ”But whatever it’s not that bad. I’m good now aren’t I?” He turned back to Dan and forced an unconvincing smile. Unexpectedly Phil watched as Dan’s hands cupped his cheeks and brought him closer, noses almost touching.

“Phil - what they just did, that’s not okay. It’s not right. Are you seriously going to sit here and brush it off?”

“I don’t have a choice, Dan - no one ever helps…”

“I’ll help-”

“But who else? What difference could one small student make on anything?”

Dan blinked several times and looked his boyfriend dead in the eye, serious. “We could run away.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Phil felt like he should force a laugh to let Dan know how ridiculous that was, but he wasn’t in the mood.

“No - Phil, listen - if we run away there’d be no school, no stress, no bullies, and no home life. It would be perfect.” And Phil’s jaw dropped at that because holy shit this kid’s serious.

“Dan - that’s just…people can’t just run away. Nowadays it’s not that simple.” Because of course, it would be illegal for them to leave education now and be without their legal guardians. “It’s politically impossible.” Dan’s gaze was strong and unfaltering; he stared at Phil with this intensity of 'look, I’m fucking serious about this, we should just run out of here right this second.’

Dan spoke slowly but harshly, punching out every word but dragging the sentence like he was addressing a child. “I. Do. Not. Care. How. Hard. It. Is. I. Want. Out.” he took a deep breath to fill his lungs. “I’m not living in this kind of world for longer than I have to. But please, Phil - I won’t go alone.”

This time Phil took a well-needed gulp of air, after a stretched moment of silence. “You’ve thought about this before. Haven’t you?” And Dan nodded because yes, he had, a lot.

“All I’ve been thinking about before you. Keeps me going - the knowledge that one day I’ll do it and I’ll be free.” A proud grin played at his lips. “Bags have been packed for three months.”

“Shit…” was all Phil could reply with. “You actually want to do this? Run away?” The terrifying thing was that now it was beginning to sound attractive; the thought of finally breaking free from his dad’s perverted chains was the greatest aspiration he could ever reach.

“If I did, would you come with me?” Phil’s face scrunched in thought - he knew how practically impossible it was but fuck, wasn’t it worth a try?

Wasn’t it?

Chapter 6

You’re Poison *Steve Rogers x Reader*

Originally posted by recordshopchris

Summary: You’re in a toxic relationship with your boyfriend. Cheating, arguments and fights. You decide to get back at your cheating boyfriend, only it may be the worst decision you’ve made. 
Warnings: Swearing, implied smut & a very hurt/ confused Steve
Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff & Bucky Barnes

Third installment of ‘We Protect Each Other’‘No Intention’ - read those. 
Inspired by the song ‘Poison - Alice Cooper’.- strategically placed lyrics to the song in this.

No one could explain why, why you kept going back to Drew but you did. The whole relationship you had with the man was toxic, poisonous and damn right violent. Yet, you kept going back, it was like an addiction. You craved it for some reason. After all the cheating, lies, fights and arguments you STILL kept by him.

It wasn’t always this bad, sometimes you still have that glimmer of something that you had at the beginning of this relationship, that small innocence of love you once had for each other. It somehow twisted into something evil. You couldn’t describe it. No one understood why you kept going back, you knew in your heart you should walk away but you simply couldn’t. Despite everything you loved Drew still.

You told yourself every time that it was the last time. You weren’t going to forgive him again, you were gonna walk away and start anew but every time, every single time you’d forgive and it would carry on this vicious cycle. This vicious game you both played with one another.

You unlocked the door to his apartment; a usual habit for the both of you was just letting yourselves into one another’s places. You started to pull your coat off when you noticed it. A pair of black studded heels and a pink Chanel coat dangled effortlessly where you hang your coat. A fire simmered inside of you. Bubbling lightly as you walked to his bedroom door.

Then you heard it. Bed board creaking and his over obnoxious moans, a woman’s voice purring him on, and the fire boiled over into a rage as you slammed his door open. Drew flew off the women in a flash, covering himself with a pillow as the women you didn’t know pulled the covers over her, and you just stood there glaring at him.

“I should have known this would happen again, I’m such an idiot for believing your apology.” You seethed at your boyfriend.

He tried his best to walk to you, you stepped back, “Y/N I am sorry. Please, I swear, it won’t happen again.” You laughed at that, it must have been the millionth time you’ve heard that line but always worded in different ways to get you to believe him.

“No, you know what? Carry on, if you want to fuck whoever, then so am I.” You smiled as his face dropped and you swiftly turned around stalking towards his front door, “we’re about to get even Drew, don’t worry.”

“You don’t have it in you to cheat on me, you love me too much” you stopped at the front door looking over your shoulder at the smug smirk on Drew’s face, you smiled slightly and carried on walking to the door.

You were gonna wipe that smirk from his face.

You knew this would be a bad idea. You knew it as soon as you arrived at his place. He was the only option you had, other than finding a random guy but this would set Drew straight, this would burn. You would have gone to Barnes but he wouldn’t do that, not to Steve. You knew he fancied you; it was obvious why he showed up at your apartment the day Drew arrived. That’s why Barnes wouldn’t have revenge sex with you, no point in trying, might as well go straight to the man who has been waiting for you.

This wouldn’t only burn Drew but it would hurt Steve, you pushed that thought to the back of your mind, deciding to just play the part of a broken girlfriend who needs a friend… who manipulates her best friend who has loved her forever into sex, you’re such a bad person. You blame Drew for this side of you, a year ago you’d never consider hurting someone like this, revenge or not but ever since being with him… well, this is what you’ve become.

You took a few deep breaths and knocked on Steve’s door, hoping he didn’t have company and was definitely in, he didn’t have a mission but he did like to go over to see Bucky. You stand patiently waiting for the door to open, sure enough, Steve answers with a confused but welcoming smile.

“Hey, Y/N” he stepped aside and let you inside his place, you smiled cautiously almost and walked around him, “what you doing here?” he asked shutting the door and gesturing to his sofa.

You sighed and sat down, Steve following with an already concerned look in his blue eyes, his own searching yours for some kind of sign to your feelings.

“I went to see Drew,” you noted that Steve only slightly visibly tensed at the mention of Drew. “And I found him with another girl, again!” his face softened at that confession.

“I hate that he does this to you, he’s an idiot, why do you keep going back to him?” he asked in annoyance, he wasn’t annoyed with you, you hoped. He was annoyed with this cycle, you always went to him or Nat when something like this happens, he was probably sick of it.

You bowed your head looking at your hands, choosing to shrug instead of answering that question, it would only hurt him and you didn’t want that. Not really. Only your actions will hurt Steve tomorrow, beyond repair of being friends or anything other than teammates but you didn’t love Steve and you were here to prove a point to Drew. You watched as Steve’s hands took both of yours causing you to look up at him, he had his eyebrows furrowed also, offering some kind of comfort but still being respectful. Now or never, Y/N.

“I think, I’m gonna call things off with him,” you say gently to Steve who seemed surprised due to his eyes widening. “I’ve spent too many times crying over him and worrying, it’s time to focus on the people who love and care for me, he doesn’t.”

“That’s good, that’s what we’ve all been waiting for, for you to realise he isn’t good for you and that you deserve someone to treat you better.”

“That someone being you?” you watched as Steve blushed, looking away and pulling his hands away to run through his hair, a nervous habit you had noticed he does.

He chuckles nervously, “No, n-not me.”

You smile and take his free hand again, giving him a small smile as he looks at you and he sighs gently because he knows you know, and he lets his eyes drift down to your interlaced fingers. Then as he looks up before he can question the moment, you kiss him. Not forcefully, it was gentle and soft; you smiled when it only took a second for him to respond. His lips were soft, softer than you imagined they would be, not that you ever pictured this moment before.

You lifted both hands to hold his cheeks, your thumb rubbing gently over his cheekbone, an innocent kiss turned into an intense make out session. He seemed to know what he was doing; you allowed his tongue to explore your mouth, dancing effortlessly with your own tongue causing a small whine to leave you when he pulled away. You didn’t want to give Steve any time to doubt or stop this moment from continuing.

You slipped into his lap, straddling his hips and resting your hands on his broad shoulders, kissing him again claiming his lips once more. His hands settled on your waist, grip tightening when you softly bite on his bottom lip, he groans softly and pulls away; you were ready to smack him. You could tell by his blown pupils that he wants this, if you worked your hips over his there’d be more evidence of his arousal, you were sure.

“Y/N, we shouldn’t do this, I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of your situation,” he sighs gently and you smile at that but lean forward and kiss him gently before slipping your lips across his jaw and down his neck.

“I want this… you,” you mutter against his skin, drowning in his scent. It was earthier than Drew, Steve smelt clean and fresh but a mix of… him, you couldn’t describe it as your hands slipped down his chest and your fingers deftly clung to his shirt.

Steve didn’t question again. He allowed his mind to drift and allow you to take control of the moment, rhythm and him; it was a true sight and sound to hear Steve come undone by your touch. He was pretty experienced himself. He seemed to know his way around the bedroom, especially with that mouth of his, plus his fingers did wonders at leaving you breathless and begging. Walton for him, keening for his touch, you had lost count of how many times Steve brought you to the edge without letting you tip over. It was absolutely sinful how good he was at being a tease.

Then when he was finally in you, that’s when the real fun began. His broken moans and beautiful groans from above you, the man had some serious stamina and a great set of lungs, you were pretty sure that the banging sound was from his headboard smacking against the wall; he was gonna have noise complaints if so. His sweat slicked body felt divine above you, his huge frame wrapping around your smaller one, almost protectively. Then he said. And for some reason you said it back.

“I love you, I love you,” he muttered into your neck. His voice laced with love and lust, groaning and barely above a whisper of a note.

“I love you too,” you ran a hand through his hair and gripped lightly, your nails scratching at his scalp as his hands gripped tighter at your confession leaving the bruises you needed.

He repeated the same words when he reached his climax and you repeated his name, it being the only thing you could think of, the only word in your mind and when he pulled out he surprised you with aftercare. Helping clean you up and then pulling you to him to sleep, you have never been held like this after sex, it was different but… nice.

You watched as Steve drifted to sleep, a content look on his face, you had never seen him so relaxed before maybe all he needed was a good lay. That’s what this was for you both. Even if Steve didn’t know that yet, he’d be fine. He’s Steve, people adore him and it wouldn’t be difficult for him to find someone else, despite the fact he hadn’t even tried because he’s been so in love with you. Maybe this would help him too. Finally realise you didn’t love him… but you said it. You told him that. A part of you believed it also.


You woke up that morning still encased by Steve’s arms. His breath fanning over the top of your head as yours was snuggly under his chin; he was so warm, has he always been this warm? Stop thinking and leave.

Somehow you manage to leave his arms and silently walk around his room, collecting your underwear and great, he tore your bra. Couldn’t have been your black lace underwear, had to be a bra, you were gonna have to send a bill to him. He probably wouldn’t want to talk to you after today let alone buy you a new bra. Oh well, this works in favour for you proving to Drew that you were capable of this. 

This, being destroying a friendship, hurting and possibly soul crushing Steve. Who has only ever tried to be your friend? Who even though he loved you, listened to your problems with Drew, helped you pick a birthday present and plan a romantic getaway, who even covered for you when Fury questioned your absences. Steve the world’s nicest guy and you’ve just manipulated and used him for what? To prove you could cheat on your boyfriend? Now you weren’t any better than him, at least, he didn’t fuck his friends. You are worse than Drew.

“You’re leaving?” a husky, deep morning voice drew you from the uneasy thoughts of your mind. You looked over to the bed where Steve was rubbing the sleep from his eyes, watching as you dressed slowly and you nodded. “Why? It’s Sunday!”

You were silent as you slipped on your jeans, well, time to crush Steve Rogers. “I’ve got to go, Steve.” The tone of your voice let him know something wasn’t right, something was off.

“What’s happened?” he sat up and concern, mixed with something you couldn’t decipher was in his cobalt eyes. “Is… this about last night?” he asked in a small voice.

You nodded, “it was a mistake. Shouldn’t have happened, I’m sorry.” You try not to let his face get to you, it looked honestly hurt, like someone just stabbed him and maybe you just did. “I was upset with Drew and let my emotions get ahead of me.”

Steve knew when you were lying, he knew your signs, “you’re lying. What’s going on, really?” he asked firmer, pulling on the jeans that were conveniently by his side of the bed and how are you meant to argue when he’s shirtless. Stop it.

You stared at him for a moment, “I’m going back to Drew. I’m not dumping him, I wasn’t lying, I let my emotions get the better of me last night.” His shoulder slump in defeat and the look of betrayal that flashes over his face makes your heart plummet.

“You…lied to me.”

“Oh, don’t be so pathetic Steve, you’re better than that.” It just slips out from your mouth before you can stop it. He doesn’t deserve this or you, this is for the better, you’re made for Drew at this point.

“You said you loved me,” he mutters and you want to tell him you did mean it because you did, only you can’t tell him, not really confess it. “You’re poison. Toxic. You made me believe I stood a chance with you, that you loved me and yet, you knew it was all a lie. Tell me was it fun to watch me fall into your web? Is it fun now? My pain, your thrill, right?” his words hit you, you withhold from crying and instead pull on your jacket.

“I’m sorry, Steve.”

“Just go. Go!” His voice firmer and hard, he couldn’t even bring himself to look at you as you left. You walked to his front door and heard the faint sound of something being punched and then breaking.


Steve sat alone on his couch in the silence, he’d been here before, alone with his mind thinking about you only last time he went to your apartment and made a fool of himself. This time he didn’t even need to leave his apartment to feel like that. You had come over here and saved him the journey. He felt betrayed and used, totally take advantage of, by a friend. Someone he loved and the worst part was he couldn’t bring himself to hate you.

Everything in his mind was telling him to hate you. To never talk to you again. Never look or touch. Yet, he knew in his heart that he wouldn’t last, that if you came here tomorrow saying Drew hurt you again he’d let you in with open arms. He hated it. Yet, you needed him in those moments. You went to him when Drew broke you, looking for comfort in him and that was enough, it was always enough. Then you had to go and play him.

A part of him told him that you meant what happened last night. That you were probably faking this morning but he knew, tomorrow you’d be talking about life with Drew and he’d have to pretend that last night, the best night of life, never happened. That it was a mistake and no one should know about it. He felt embarrassed that he could be so naïve; what a fucking idiot in thinking the girl of his actual dreams would dump her boyfriend, have great sex and then stay and cuddle.

He knew it was great sex. He didn’t have anything to compare it with either, he didn’t want to say anything to you last night because he thought it would hinder the moment, you’d stop and he didn’t want that. He wanted it to happen. He kind of wished he had said something. This was a shitty morning for the first time.

“Knock, knock, I’m letting myself in.” he jumped up and turned, Nat in the door holding coffee’s as Bucky walked in behind her holding doughnuts, Sam just after carrying nothing. He had forgotten it was list day, the day where Nat makes Steve and Bucky watch modern movies.

“I’m not really feeling it today, can we try next Sunday?” he asked avoiding eye contact, the three looked at one another, Natasha handing Sam the coffee’s as she stepped forward and made Steve look at her and that’s when he broke. Natasha has this stupid way of always making someone crack, show their true feelings or reveal their biggest secrets.

Instantly she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him cry, rubbing his back in hopes of calming him down, the only other time she had witnessed Steve crying was at Peggy’s funeral and the circumstances were different back then. She was still there as his friend, though, that’s what mattered. Even if they were on different sides.

“What happened? Who do I need to kill?” she asked softly, Bucky and Sam crowded on either side of Nat, waiting for the hit list name.

“Not kill, I don’t want that, even after everything” he hiccupped and pulled away, wiping his eyes, he hated crying especially in front of them. “Y/N, she came here last night after she found Drew cheating and… stuff happened but she left this morning, telling me it was a mistake and that she was going back to him.” Saying it out loud made him realise how pathetic he sounded, Natasha frowned along with Bucky as Sam placed a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked for confirmation, Steve nodded.

Natasha sighed, “That’s a shitty move she pulled, Steven. She shouldn’t have used you that way, especially since… we all know you like her, I’m sorry she did that to you.” Natasha didn’t know what to say, Steve shrugged and walked back to the sofa and sat down, both men sitting either side of him as Nat settled on the coffee table in front of him. “Hey, at least that wasn’t your first time.” Nat watched as Bucky shook his head.

“It was…” Nat sighed as Steve smiled at her, “It’s fine. Honestly, I’m an idiot. When do I ever get the girl, right? When does anything go right for me? This is something I should be used to by now, rejection from women; it just hurts because I didn’t expect Y/N to use me like that.”

“Now you listen here, Rogers. You shouldn’t be used to it; you’re Steve Rogers, a good man. And I’m going over to Y/N’s to find out what the hell happened, really.” Natasha stood up, already holding a finger to shut Steve up who would tell her not to but she was going to.  


You heard the banging of your front door; you frowned and opened it to a very mad Natasha Romanoff, not a good thing at all. She pushed herself inside and turned to look at you, arms crossed and hip jutted out, perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in question at you.

“I take it you went to Steve’s” she nodded once, “I don’t have anything to tell you besides what I said to Steve already.” You tell her honestly, truth is, you did end up calling things off with Drew and you didn’t really know why because you deserve him.

“Why?” she asked simply, “why Steve? Why couldn’t you go out and find a random guy? Was your quest to find a shoulder also to make someone feel worse than you do?” you deserved that.

“It was easy with him,” you confessed “it wouldn’t have been hard to get him in bed with me, I’ve know how he has felt for a while, I knew Drew knew that also and I knew it would hurt him. I also knew it would hurt Steve but I wasn’t thinking of that, okay? I was thinking about me.” Natasha remained passive with her features, “he said he loved me last night and I said it back, I mean it to, so if you think Steve hating me doesn’t affect me… it does.”

“I also know you dumped Drew, which the only reason you went to sleep with Steve was to prove you could cheat on Drew. I want to say, glad you dumped that idiot. He wasn’t any good for you, it was a toxic, sick relationship and game you played.” You nodded lightly, “Drew may not be any good for you but you aren’t any good for Steve. But he’ll still let you go back because that’s how much he loves you; he’ll still be your friend, whatever you need him to be. That’s also toxic for him.” Natasha tells you before walking around you to the door.

“He called me poison,” you turn and watch Nat open your apartment door.

“You seem to fit the name, Black Widow, better than I do.” Then the door slammed closed and you sighed.

You had really fucked things over with everyone.

(And no one expected this to be part 3, sorry. - Rosalee)

*NEW SERIES* P.S. I Love You - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
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Drive Thru (Jungkook, You) Part 2

Originally posted by jibeom

as promised, I’d write a part 2 :) Enjoy! 

Sorry for corrections.. I was slightly sleepy while editing this so there might be some typos. /peace/

Part 1

“Home sweet home!!!”

Jungkook shook his head amusedly as he watched Jimin slump against the couch of their living room; a sleepy grin plastered on his lips. It’s been weeks since they’ve been home like this after flying to several locations for their Epilogue tour. Not to mention the KCON events that took place in Paris, New York, and L.A in between.

Jungkook practically lived in airports and hotel rooms for the past few weeks with his members and being home right now, knowing that he would be sleeping in his own bed, fills him with great joy.

Upon entering his bedroom, he immediately went to his desk and opened his backpack. And with a smile, retrieved a scarlet rectangular box. He looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was 6:30 PM.

Perfect, he thought; knowing you would be ending your classes in an hour or so.

He looked down at the box once again and opened it, revealing a slim silver bracelet with a few charms he had collected as he toured from country to country.

Jungkook knew you hated fancy gifts like this but he also knew you well enough (you’ve been his friend since middle school, back when he was a scrawny gamer geek) to know that you loved the sentimental gifts the most. You were one of those “it’s the thought that counts” and while Jungkook was a firm believer in big gifts and grand presents are what makes the world go round, it was one of the things he liked most about you.

“I never thought you were into pretty bracelets, Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook jumped and looked up suddenly, snapping the box shut in the process. Namjoon looked down at him amusedly before making his way to his bed.

“It’s not for me.” Jungkook explained with a huff.

“I know. For Y/N, right?” He replied, and Jungkook sighed with a slight nod. He never really tried to deny or hide his crush on you from his members considering that Jungkook was as transparent as a glass window as Yoongi would often say. Everyone knew he liked you from the very first moment Jungkook introduced you to them.

“Birthday gift?”

“Just… a gift.”

At that Namjoon looked at him skeptically. “Doesn’t she like… have a boyfriend?”

“Your point?” Jungkook said flatly, trying his hardest not to sound too bitter. He was still not completely accepting of the idea of you and Jinsoo dating. He didn’t exactly dislike the guy but he wasn’t someone he would like to be friends with either. Jungkook was glad he was too busy with his own job for you to even suggest the idea of hanging out together with him.

Namjoon raised his hands up in surrender. “Just saying, if my girlfriend got gifts from good-looking idol best friends then I have every right to feel threatened. Not to mention jealous…”

“You think I’m good-looking?” Jungkook said cheekily and Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Aren’t we all?”

“Your confidence is shooting to the roof nowadays, Joon hyung. What’s got you so high?”

“I’m trying to give you serious relationship advice here and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” He said, mocking a hurt expression.

“What’s the advice, exactly?” Jungkook chuckled slightly as he slipped the box back into his bag. “We’re just friends…”

“Yeah, friends.” he emphasized, and Jungkook caught a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “One-sided love can get ugly, Jungkook-ah. Especially when the other side is already taken…”

At that Jungkook was silenced, knowing it was true. But he knew his morals and he most definitely knew when to draw the line. You were taken so he knew his place. He wasn’t the type of guy to ruin someone’s relationship just so he could steal you away.

Even if his heart was screaming for him to do so.

“I’m not going to do anything, hyung.” Jungkook looked at him seriously, not even denying that fact that he had feelings for you. It was a little funny and pathetic, how the only person he would never admit it to was you.

Namjoon hummed as he lay against the headboard of his bed. “Yeah,” he said just as he placed his headphones over his ears. “That’s what they all say.”


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Spoilt For Choice: Oswald x Reader x Victor, Part 1

Requested by @gothams-darkest-desires like ages ago. Sorry it took so long! The reader works for Oswald and has a crush on Victor, but things become a little more complicated than that. This will have another part soon!

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Hale of an artist

Okay so what IF Stiles is taking an art class at Beacon Hills Community College during the summer, to pick up some extra credits. 

There’s a gen requirement he needs to knock out of the way so he can take a university class he actually wants - something important for his major; he hates the idea of wasting an entire semester and expensive tuition on an intro class he can breeze through at reduced community college prices. When he’s registering he ends up signing up for an art class too (either because it sounds fun or because he’d somehow caught a glimpse of the teacher; it depends on how shocked and awed you want him to be on the first day). 

It’s a life drawing class, which Stiles possibly hadn’t really noticed when he’d signed up, but that’s cool, he’s been doodling in notebooks for years. Back in high school, he used to regularly get sent to detention for caricatures he drew of Harris. (Finstock thought his were funny and pinned them to the board but also gave him detention because rules are rules, Bilinski.) 

He probably ran an anonymous comic strip for the school paper, mercilessly lampooning anyone around campus who caught his attention. Senior Editor Lydia Martin, bless her beautiful soul, refused to reveal her sources every time angry teachers stormed the principal’s office to demand retribution. She even defended him against her boyfriend, the attractive but douchey Jackson Whittemore, who threatened to have his dad sue the school after one particularly blistering comic about his Porsche and lacrosse prowess.

But anyway that’s getting off track because the point is, Stiles shows up to his first day at BHCC, ready to do some Serious Drawing, yup. 

But when Professor Hale makes a circuit of the room to see which students need help, Stiles has to rapidly flip his sheet to a new one. He’s made Very Little progress, and Hale spends some extra time with him, guiding him through ways to quickly sketch the model’s shifting poses. He shows Stiles how to get a rough outline down on paper, using broad strokes to give the impression of movement, only adding details if there’s enough time before the model changes to a new pose. 

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It’s actually more of a challenge than he’d expected! He’s always been good at capturing eccentricities and exaggerating features, but this is new. And the sharp cheekbones, the perfect pattern of Hale’s beard…he breaks two pencils trying to get the hair sleek and dark (yet effortlessly soft) enough, before he moves into charcoal.

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A friend and nothing more...(Bobby)

Genre: dramatic angst??
words: 1581

Authors note: this turned out angstier then I originally intended..  the feels! TT_TT anyway I hope you like this one! ^^

”Hey, does this dress look alright?” you asked Jiwon who busy playing with his phone as he lay on your bed. He looked up from the screen.

”yeah sure, you look fine” he said. You rolled your eyes at his answer, clearly it wasn’t good enough. ”Why?” he continued asking.

”I’m going on a blind date” you told him and bit your lip slightly. You turned back to the mirror to take another look at your outfit. ”no this isn’t working” you mumbled and picked out some other clothes from your dresser.

”a blind date?” Jiwon frowned and sat up.”I thought you hated going on blind dates?” he continued to question you.

”I know, it’s just that…” you sighed loudly. The truth was that you had been crushing on, Jiwon, your best friend, for far too long and your other friend thought it was time for you to get over him. ”my friend set me up and I didn’t want to be rude so I just went with it” you half lied continued to rummage through the drawers to find anything that would look good.

”you shouldn’t go” Jiwon said simply.

”Why?” you asked as you pulled on your favourite pair of jeans under your dress. ”are you jealous that if I get a boyfriend I won’t hang out with you as much?” you teased. ”close your eyes” you said just as he was going to protest. He rolled his eyes at you before closing them and laying back down on your bed again. You pulled the dress over your head and put on a shirt that would go nice with your jeans.

”I’m not jealous, I just think its stupid that you won’t say no to people” he said and you agreed with him.

You did had a problem with saying no to things you didn’t want to do. Like the time when a coworker asked you to watch their dog for a weekend, you said yes even though you were slightly afraid of dog. Jiwon had to help you out but in the end you learned to not be afraid of dogs, so how bad could this be? Maybe this would solve all your problems.

“well, it’s too late to cancel now, I’m seeing him in….” you looked at the time and realised that you were starting to run out of time to get yourself ready. “an hour..” you settled on the outfit that you feel comfortable in and hurried to get the rest done.

When you were done Jiwon followed you out of your apartment.

“I’ll see you later?” you asked and he just nodded. You waved at him happily before you hurried to the café that your friend told you to meet the guy at.

Jiwon was frustrated with himself. He had watched you go to someone else and he wanted nothing more in the world to be the guy you were meeting.

But the list of reasons of why he wouldn’t was long.

One, he was an idol and that meant dating could be dangerous. Hell, even breathing close to a girl would cause rumours or even scandals and ruin careers.

Two, he was always busy because he was an idol, and he didn’t want to neglect you by being away from you for days or even weeks at a time. He wanted to give you more than that.

Three, he valued your friendship more than anything, when things got tough you were always there for him. Whenever he felt lonely because his family was so far away and he felt like he couldn’t keep going any longer, you supported him and motivated him to keep moving forward and complete what he started so he could reach his dream.

Four, He was a coward. Despite all reasons of why he wasn’t good enough for you or why he just couldn’t be with you, he really did try. Countless of times he tired to tell you how he felt but in the end he always backed out.

That would probably be his biggest regret. He would rather act and regret his actions later than miss out on the opportunities. with you it was different

Jiwon was alone at the basketball court not too far away from the dorm. No one was out during this time which gave him some space to think away from the dorm and the studio and his busy idol life.

He bounced the ball against the ground, aimed at the basket hoop and then threw the ball. effortlessly the ball went through it before it fell to the ground.

Frustrated Jiwon ran his hand through his hair. His own thoughts were driving him mad.

“Hey!” a familiar voice shouted and Jiwon turned around only so see you walking towards him. “I thought I’d find you here” you said and smiled. You picked up the basketball, passing it from one hand to the other. “I think you dropped this” you said and threw the ball back to him.

“thanks” he said coldly. Jiwon took another shot at the hoop and scored again. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t cheer and joke around as he usually did. You would spend a lot evenings here at the basket court, talking or playing sometimes even the other guys joined in, but you knew for sure that every time he’d score he would give you a hug. Now he barely even threw you a glance.

”Jiwon, is something wrong?” you asked feeling worried.

”yeah” he said and threw the basketball again only for it to bounce off of the edge before falling to the ground.

”what is it?” you asked. He rarely, close to never, acted this cold to you, he was always honest with you which was why you felt worried.

”I’ve been thinking a lot lately” he drew for a deep breath thinking of where to start this off. ”I’ve been thinking so much it’s been driving me crazy and it’s at the point where those thoughts keeps me up for hours..” he let a little chuckle out but the atmosphere was still cold. You felt your heart racing inside your chest, filled with anxiousness and worry. You just wanted him to spit out the words so you could help and comfort him if needed.

”I’ve come to realise that I don’t see you as a close friend anymore.” he said and finally looked at you. Everything stopped right there and then. It was like everything shattered before your eyes in less than 0.004 seconds.

”what?” you asked, hoping that you had understood him wrong. ”are you saying that you don’t want to be my friend anymore?” you continued to ask and felt your heart sink inside your chest. Your mind spinning with thoughts of what you might have done wrong.

”yes” he answered simply. ”to be honest… everything was fine until you walked into my life and messed everything up” he continued to confess and finally looked at you with his dark eyes, but you didn’t want to listen anymore.

“Why? I don’t believe this one bit!” you said feeling frustrated and hurt “you’re my best friend Jiwon… why are you acting like this?”

“I hate that I am your best friend!” he fired back at you.

I don’t want to hear about you going to a blind date with some other guy, I hate that some other guy is making you laugh, I hate that some other guy will be able to hold your hand, I hate the thought that some other guy is flirting with you, I hate the thought you being with some other guy, I hate that you only see me as a friend and nothing more…

the words that left your slips made him immediately want to swallow his words.

“if you hate it so much then… I’ll leave.”  You turned around and hurried away from there trying to keep your feelings at bay until you’d reach a safe place to let them all out. You felt crushed.

“Y/N, wait!” you heard him shout but you kept running. You heard him approach you rapidly, much faster than you could run yourself but you didn’t stop.

You felt his arms wrap around you and he stopped you from running further. “Y/N listen…” he started and swallowed hard trying to catch his breath. “everything was fine until you walked into my life….”

“Jiwon stop…” you whispered, not wanting him to hear him out but he continued anyway.

“but please don’t leave…” he held you tighter as if his life depended on it, that if he’d let go he would lose you forever. “I- I like you” he whispered.

At this point you didn’t know whether you wanted to laugh or cry. You turned around in his embrace and wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest taking in his scent and warmth.

“Jiwon…” you mumbled his name and felt all the emotions finally catching up to you. Tears began welling up in your eyes.

“hmm” he hummed in response.

“you’re an ass” you said.

“I know…” he whispered making you smile a little

“and you’re horrible at confessing your feelings.”

“I know… I’m sorry” he said sounding almost broken this time…

“it’s okay… I’m bad at confessing my feelings too.”

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Summary: In which Phil is the Hash Slinging Slasher and Dan’s a bear except not really or the one where Dan meets Phil and it’s cute and shit.

Warnings: None, it’s pure fluff.

Tags: Fluff, 2009Phan, CaramelMacchiatos

It’s a drabble but I like it.

Dan could feel himself shaking as the train announced that it would be arriving in Manchester within a few moments. He shakily typed out a text to Phil

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strong - boxer!calum smut

Pairing: Calum + Y/N

Rated: R

Word Count: 4,178

Summary: Calum has been an underground boxer for the majority of his life, undefeated and the prime example of someone who is on their way to the top. However, he loses one of his recent matches, and as his fiancée, you’re the one who has to console him. 

A/N: I’ve wanted to write a boxer!calum one shot for ages so here it is. I didn’t proofread the second half so if there are typos, sorry. I hope you guys enjoy :-) Also this is pretty much purely smut. 

His head was bowed in shame and you could only stare. You let your eyes drag down his body, let them study his brown skin and the way it was tainted with blossoming bruises. They were painted over the ridges and curves of his muscles, contrasting easily with their colors of purple and black. His hair hung down across his forehead, limp, dampened with sweat from the fight. His hands were folded, knuckles cut up and reddened from irritation. He was worn out and he was tired, but he was strong. Still strong, despite the loss.

But Calum rarely ever lost a match. In all his years of underground boxing, he was known for being a tough contender. He had the spirit of one: quick tempered, confidence that practically oozed from his pores, and the undeniable strength. He was protective and he was determined. You admired that about him, how he was always fighting for something.

And you were someone he fought for. You supposed that was why he was so torn up over tonight’s loss - you had been watching from the stands, your arms crossed over your chest as you shook from the anticipation. The fluorescent lights that hung over the ring had been daunting, flickering and buzzing as you bit your nails nervously. You had always hated watching Calum while he was fighting. Seeing him get hurt was almost painful to you. The way his body would recoil and cringe from the hits he took to the gut could make you shudder with ease, but every feeling of angst was relieved once Calum would raise his fist in victory.

Except, that didn’t happen tonight.

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Sleeping With the Enemy

Original Imagine: Imagine waltzing to Seven Devils with one of the Mikaelsons. (and (a variation of) Imagine being at the Grill with your friends playing pool and you tease Elijah for a while and then you end up back at his house. 

Author: Amanda, The Outsiders FanFiction and More

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,816

Warnings: Smut 

I sat at a table by myself, watching the guests dance. I had nobody to dance with. Not that it mattered that much to me. There were bigger things to worry about. I wondered who had picked out the music for this. It went back and forth from classic to modern. Good music, at least. I took a sip of my champagne just as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and almost spilled my glass of champagne but a hand shot quickly to catch it, and placed it on the table gently. 

“I apologize. I did not mean to frighten you. I only came over to ask you something.” A smooth, calm voice said from behind me. Elijah Mikaelson, of course. 

I raised my eyebrows. “Yes?” I said curtly. 

A small smile played on his lips. “I simply wanted to know if you would care to dance with me.” He said, holding out his hand to me. Despite everything that him and his family had done to my friends, I wanted to say yes. I certainly couldn’t deny that I was attracted to the man. And that really pissed me off. 

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arguably-an-alien  asked:

what happens right after Liz gets exhaunorated? she knows ressler saved her from that bullet... she doesnt wanna go home alone and so on. :)

Hello hello everyone! Here’s an amazing KEENLER prompt that I attempted to do some justice for! All mistakes are my own and please let me know what you think:) Love always xx (and extra kudos to the real star of this oneshot @askhudsondog)

Of course Reddington was here waiting for me, I don’t even know why I was questioning it.

Their was something different about that hug though, almost as if we had crossed an unspoken boundary when it happened. We’re connected in this unique way now, and while I’m not sure how… The reasoning is less important to me than it once was.

All that matters is that he’s there, and I know that there’s nothing in the world that can change that.

Yet somehow as I get into his car, I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something … or someone.

“Now Lizzie, I don’t see you staying on your own tonight as an option,” Red said tellingly.

As much as I want to argue and as much as I’d love to be alone, I know that Reddington won’t let it go in a hurry. I accept defeat in the form of a tired nod.

“Where was Ressler?” I ask suddenly, remembering how the bullet seem to wiz past his head in slow motion.

“He took off after Hitchen’s press release, must of had somewhere to be,’’ Reddington said with an evasive smile.

Closing my eyes, I finally wasn’t afraid what was going to happen when I opened them. I no longer felt like I was being chased, but strangely I felt a sense of loss.

“They’re not even my co-workers anymore.. they’re just…” I said trailed off with my eyes closed.

“They’re your friends Lizzie, and if you ever had any doubts about it, they all went to great lengths to ensure your exoneration.”

The car came to a stop and I curiously looked out the window, only to find myself in a familiar apartment complex.

“But wh…” I looked at Reddington confused.

“Because the only other person who has gone through as much as you have on an emotional level in the past year is Agent Ressler,” Reddington said, continuing, “Whatever you decide to do now Lizzie is completely your choice.”

I thanked Red and got out of the car.

As I made my way up to his apartment I couldn’t help but laugh because I felt almost as though he was going to arrest me when he saw me.

The pitt in my stomach grew as I knocked on the door for the first time, and even more so as I did the second and third time.

Maybe he’s out? I thought, before seeing on my watch that it was almost midnight, Or asleep… or out and asleep?

I shook the thought away, ignoring the odd feeling it gave me.

When I turned around I jumped in shock.

There stood a Ressler, observing me intently.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly.

“Hi,” he responded with an annoyingly flirtatious smile.

Thats new.

To make matters worse he was in casual clothes.. He looks hot I thought observing that it was the first time I’d seen him in normal clothes. His dark quantico hoodie and deep blue jeans with black converses suited him very nicely.

Realising he was still smiling and we were both still standing in the same position I said the first thing that came to mind, “So what’re you doing here?”

He readjusted the grocery bag in his arms, laughing out loud, “I live here…”

I felt my cheeks redden as I comprehended my own words, “Right! What am I doing here?”

Shaking his head with a smile, Ressler walked past me, going to unlock the door. And for the first time I noticed barking on the other side.

“You got a dog?” I asked, surprised and nostalgic.

Ressler turned around and smiled cheekily, it was nice to see him smile again, “I’d call it more temporary foster care.”

As he opened the door, a small bundle of brown joy came hurdling through the door. At first it ran to Ressler, jumping excitedly but then it saw me and.. and I saw him.

“Hudson..” I breathed, dropping to my knees and picking him up.

Hudson was the only remnant of my old life, and I’d thought, like the rest of it, he was lost too. I could feel the tears in my eyes threatening to fall.

And as Hudsons tail wagged with happiness and he trotted into the apartment as if trying to show me, I saw Ressler still quitely observing again.

“You should probably come in, some crazy person who missed the news might try to citizen arrest you,” he said, only half jokingly.

“You took my dog..” I said, my heart heavier than it’d been in a long time.

“Little man saved my life,” he replied walking into the apartment.

The tone of his voice was jovial, yet something in it made me stop in mu tracks. A short bark bought me back to reality.

“Alright, alright, geez,” Ressler was saying, bending down to fill Hudson’s bowl with food.

Before Ressler could stand again, Hudson jumped up and licked his face.

“Ugh, stop!” Ressler said, wiping his cheek but grinning at the dog.

They were an odd pair.. But still strangely endearing. 

Ressler stood up and looked at me, “So how does it feel- being free?”

Clearing my throat I thought about my answer, “It feels… it feels like it did when I was on the run. Only then I used being a wanted fugitive as an excuse for being alone, now I know that I just have nobody.”

Okay, that sounded pathetic even to my own ears, I thought to myself.

Ressler seemed like he was prepared for it though, he said carefully, “I’m not sure “nobody” is the right word to use. I mean Raymond Reddington picked you up from the court house and then you came straight here to me… and Hudson,” he added as the little hero hurdled towards me and with renewed energy jumped on the couch beside me.

“Reddington doesn’t count,” I said immediately, absentmindedly patting Hudson’s head.

“And what about Hudson and I? Do we not count either?” Ressler asked.

I tried to stop it, I did… But too much had happened in the last 78 hours. The tears started falling on their own accord. I turned away from Ressler, chastising myself when I felt a hand on my arm.

Ressler was bent down again so he was just below eye level with me. Somewhere near me I could hear Hudson whimpering.

“Liz” Ressler said, trying to get my attention.

But I’d been here before, I’d been weak like this before. I’d clung onto Ressler before, I’d clung on to Tom before… I’d clung onto Reddington before. I needed to be stronger than that.

“Hey!” Ressler said, placing his hand on my chin and gently making me look at him.

I took a deep breath and firmly looked him directly in the eye.

I’d expected him to say something, to tell me that it was okay, that I was safe. But he just looked at me, searching again.

“You think crying makes you weak,” Ressler said.

I didn’t reply, after all it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. It was then that I remembered Reddintons words, “the only other person who has gone through as much as you have on an emotional level in the past year is Agent Ressler.”

“Liz, you can cry, you can sob on live television in front the world… but no one who knows what you’ve been through could ever accuse you of being weak,” Ressler said.

“Then why do I feel so weak?” I whispered, feeling my mask slipping once again.

Ressler reached out and placed a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“I came here because I needed to see you, to know that we could still be friends.. a-and I saw Hudson and I-I” I stopped because I couldn’t say anything else.

“You’re not going to push me away,” Ressler said firmly, “Not anymore, no matter what happens, coming to me doesn’t make you weak Liz, wanting someone to care and caring in return doesn’t make you weak. That’s Reddington talking, not my partner.”

“But I’m not your partner anymore,” I said, actually letting out a soft sob.

And there it was.. the real reason why I was so upset. No matter how much had happened how much had changed, I was no better off than a wanted criminal. I was working for the FBI from the outside. I wasn’t with my team, with my people.

Ressler’s warm hand cupped my cheek and I was drawn to the brightness of his eyes, captivated by their story.

“Thats odd, because it feels like you are. Because I may have been the boy scout for country and flag… but since I met you… There’s no Donald Ressler without Elizabeth Keen.”

I drew in a breath of air and for the first time in a long time, I felt as if it was enough.

I pulled Ressler by the arm and sat him down beside me before leaning against him and letting him comfort me by putting an arm around my shoulder and resting his cheek on my head.

“Why were you shopping at midnight?” I asked suddenly.

I felt the chuckle rather than heard it, “Theres no people at midnight, I hate having to wait and manoeuvre around angry mothers and bratty kids.”

I laughed aloud at the disdain in his voice, it felt good to laugh.

“Staying the night?” He asked almost too casually.

“No I wouldn’t want to intrude…” I said immediately.

He grinned down at me, “Yeah because Hudson and I were planning to have a nice romantic night in,” he said sarcastically.

Upon seeing my hesitation he added, “You can take the couch, besides you just got back… Hudson would miss you.”

I laughed again, reaching out to my doggy once again as Ressler stood up to get a blanket and pillows.

As he walked past me he looked a Hudson whose head was between his paws and looking up at Ressler at the same time, “Oh so now you decide to be quiet,” Ressler addressed the dog, ruffling its head, he added, “buck up mate, she’s here to stay this time.”

I felt the smile grow on my face but I tried, unsuccessfully, to not read too much into the words. 

Once he got back we both started setting up the bedding and it was difficult to ignore how effortlessly we seemed to work together and get a rhythm going.

“Okay, all done, I- um… I got you some sweats.. you’re welcome to have a shower if you want…” He rambled.

“I’m actually pretty tired.. I might just hit the sack if thats alright.” I said, going to the bathroom to change.

As expected the clothes were much too large for me.. the shirt came to mid-thigh at least.. but the pants just refused to stay up.

Oh what the hell I thought to myself, pulling the shirt down and venturing back into the living room.

“So the air conditioner remote is right he-“ Ressler started to explain but stopped upon seeing my attire.. or rather, lack thereof.

I felt my cheeks warm up when his eyes swept over my form stopping at my bare legs and when he swallowed I felt the urge to explain, “The pants were too big and they kept falling down…”

“No no,” he said immediately, “Its fine, I mean you look much better without the pants.. I mean with my t-shirt, the t-shirt.. I mean.. wait what?” He finished looking confused.  

I giggled at his expression and he looked at me with surprise.

“Come on! Get over here,” He gestured at the couch, “Wouldn’t want Hudson getting any ideas.”

As I sat on the couch carefully, he threw the comforter over me with a playful smile which I returned. And then I felt it fade.

Suddenly the room seemed to be so much bigger than me.. and I knew that I wasn’t quite ready to be alone yet.

“Hey, theres this movie I’ve been wanting to watch on Netflix but I haven’t had time.. Any interest??” Ressler asked smoothly.

I looked gratefully at him and nodded.

He quickly set it up and came to sit beside me. When I told him to move over, he looked at me, confused.. But ever the gentlemen.. he did what he was told without question.

I placed a pillow on his lap and lay my head on it in one motion.

“Why do I feel like this is only comfortable for one of us?” Ressler asked before answering, “Oh right, thats because it is only comfortable for one of us.”

“You just answered you’re own rhetorical question Ress. Lame.” I laughed.

Other than a small chuckle, Ressler fell silent and I started to think that maybe he was uncomfortable.

Just when I was about to move, he gently laid his hand on my head and began to stroke my hair with such tenderness that I felt tears come to my eyes once again. 

My eyes automatically closed and the last thought I had before drifting off into a peaceful sleep was that, even though this was the first time Ressler and I done this, I had somehow missed it.  

I’m Glad You Speak Russian

Hey guys! As I said before, I was editing some things and accidentally deleted this last night. Since it was requested, I thought I’d re-post it now. enjoy!

Also: I’m still sorry to any actual Russian speakers, because I used Google Translate and it probably sucks.

Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

“Что на ланч?” You heard Natasha mutter behind you. You bent down to tie the laces of your running shoes. Being a spy, she probably knew that trick, but it hardly mattered. Because she didn’t know you could speak Russian, too.

She and Bucky were standing in front of the main elevator, just around the corner from where you stood in the foyer of Avengers Tower, just back from a morning run in Central Park.

You bit your lip, fighting down a laugh. She liked to be all mysterious and pretend she was talking about secrets. But all she’d said was what’s for lunch.

“Я считаю, что мы едим бутерброды,” Bucky replied, his voice low. You felt a nervous flutter in your belly. He might’ve just commented that he thought there’d be sandwiches for lunch, but man, the things that voice did to you. Unbidden, an image of his smirking lips sprang to your mind. Oh, hell.

You stood slowly and stretched, then turned the corner as if you’d just gotten there.  “Hey guys!” you said brightly. “I’m starved. Any idea what’s for lunch?To their credit, neither of them burst into laughter, although the tiny smirks both of them wore gave them away somewhat.
“I think it’s sandwiches, doll,” Bucky offered, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his jeans. Shit, he looks good in jeans.
“Cool.” You went to press the elevator button, then paused. “I’m going to take the stairs.” If there was more said, you’d be able to hear it from the stairwell. And you’d promised Sam you’d tell him if anything they said was about him.
“All the way?” Natasha quirked an eyebrow. “How many sandwiches are you planning to eat?”

“Funny,” you called over your shoulder. “See you upstairs.”
You felt eyes on you as you walked to the stairwell door; neither of them was saying anything. You jogged a few steps up, making each one more quiet than the last. Then, tiptoeing, you pressed your ear to the door.
You heard Bucky sigh. “Она потрясающая.” You bit back a little squeak of excitement. He thought you were amazing!”
“Y/N?” Natasha’s voice was deceptively casual. You could just imagine the wicked glitter of her eyes. “пятьдесят долларов, и я не скажу ей.” Fifty dollars and I won’t tell her.
Bucky grumbled something inaudible about red-headed con artists, but apparently forked over the money, because Natasha suggested they go upstairs then.
He liked you. He liked you! Feeling full of light, you made it up two floors’ worth of stairs before caving and opening the stairwell door. You pressed the secondary elevator button and stepped inside.
Sam was lounging against the back corner; evidently everyone had some unspoken agreement about when lunch was. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you. “The Russians say anything interesting lately?”
For some reason, your face idiotically chose that moment to flush scarlet. Sam raised an eyebrow.
“They did, didn’t they? Was it about Tony and Pepper last night? Because that’s not news. We all heard them.”
“Sam!” you gasped, blushing even more. “No! It was about – um….me.”
“You?” He was totally enjoying this, the jerk. “Do tell.”
You buried your face in your hands. There was a part of you that wanted to jump up and down, squealing He likes me! But that was hardly dignified.
“Well…Bucky – ugh.” You broke off.
“Bucky what now? I didn’t quite catch that.”
You huffed out a breath. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? “He likes me, okay?”
“Nooo,” Sam said, deadpan. “Who saw that one coming? Oh, wait. Everyone.”
He nodded, clearly enjoying himself.
“Gah.” You put a hand on your hip. “You might’ve mentioned that sooner, asshat!”
He smirked. “I was enjoying the show.”
“Sam!” you protested again, and smacked his arm just as the elevator door opened onto the dining room, where the rest of the team were arrayed around the room, consuming unholy quantities of food.
Bucky glanced over, signature smirk on his face, then froze. His smile dropped slowly.
You waved, confused.
“Hey, Bucky!” you called. His eyes met yours for a second, then dropped to the floor. He bit his lip and nodded, then left the room with his hands in his pockets.
You blinked. Had you said something wrong? All the Avengers were looking expectantly at you. “What?” you said defensively. “What did I do?”
Steve looked from you, to Sam, and then back again. He raised one eyebrow.
You gasped. “No – Sam and me, I -No!”
Sam rolled his eyes and patted your shoulder. “Go after him, honey. We’re not the ones who need to hear the explanations.”
“Gah.” You stomped across the dining room to the other door. “I hate all of you,” you tossed over your shoulder as the door closed behind you.
Some days, when you hadn’t had any coffee, the tower seemed like amaze. But you were focused today, and effortlessly navigated the hallways to the fiftieth-floor balcony – one of Bucky’s favorite spots when he needed quiet.
The door should’ve creaked this high up, but since it was Tony’s it didn’t. Bucky hadn’t bothered to put on a coat, even though it was December. He was wearing just a dark green t-shirt and those jeans he looked so good in. With his hair cut short and from the back, he almost looked like just a regular guy. But then your gaze would fall on his shining steel arm, and the butterflies would start up. Because it was him.
“Shouldn’t you be sitting with the bird?” Bucky said tonelessly, not turning around. His voice twisted your heart.
“Bucky.” You didn’t really know how to explain this; you were sure you’d end up making it worse.  
He turned around and tried for something sort of like a smile. “No worries, doll. He makes you happy.”
“No, dammit.” You ran a hand through your hair.
A tiny sliver of steel showed in his eyes. “He doesn’t make you happy? Is he hurting you?”
“Bucky, stop!” you held up your hands, teeth chattering from the cold. You took a shaky breath. “Just give me a minute, okay? I want to explain this properly.”
He waited.
“Sam is…my friend,” you started. “Just a friend. He asked me to tell him if you and Nat were saying anything about him because…I speak Russian.” Your face was hot with embarrassment.
“I know, I know! I’m sorry, that was sneaky and underhanded.”
He huffed. “Any other languages I should know about?”
You shrugged helplessly. “I speak Klingon.”
“What?” He frowned.
“Never mind, it’s not important. Now let me finish, okay?”
His face had started to look a little more hopeful. “Just to be clear, you and Sam aren’t…” He trailed off.
“No,” you said firmly. “That’s what we were laughing about on the elevator. I was listening on the stairwell, and I heard what you said and I got really happy and -”
With every word you said his smile grew wider. And then he threw back his head with a delighted laugh.
“You are so cute,” he laughed, cutting you off.
“I-” you bit your lip, smile showing through. “I really like you, Bucky.” You tilted your head. “That was easier than I thought.”
His blue eyes were warm and shining. “I really like you too,” he said softly. You blinked. Was he going to kiss you? Holy crap, he totally was.
His lips on yours were bright lightning-lights, making sparks fly all through your veins and in your stomach. Both your arms reached up to tangle in his hair. He planted kisses on your cheeks, your lips, your eyelids, and his chest was wide and warm and solid against you and it was everything you’d expected and more, much more.
Bucky drew back, smiling, and planted one last tender kiss on the tip of your nose. His grin was adorably lopsided.
“Я действительно рад, что вы говорите по-русски.” His voice was warm and rough and sweet all at once.
You giggled and kissed his nose, too. “So am I.”

Translations for those who don’t speak Russian:

Что на ланч: What’s for lunch?

Я считаю, что мы едим бутерброды: I think we’re having sandwiches.

Она потрясающая: She’s amazing

пятьдесят долларов, и я не скажу ей: Fifty dollars, and I do not tell her.

Я действительно рад, что вы говорите по-русски: I’m really glad you speak Russian.

anonymous asked:

Oh oh oh my god could you do number 10 for Supercat please? In unrelated news, I wish you a nice day or night well depending on your timezone i guess? 😅

Send me a number and I’ll write you a drabble

Cat tried not to wince as the bright summer sunlight hit her pale skin. Even though she had practically doused herself in sunscreen, she couldn’t help but fear her cells were already mutating into something else. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself who she was doing this for.

As if on cue, Carter came up running from where he’d been in the field, stretching and talking to some of his new friends. Cat’s heart had swelled at the sight; he had trouble making new acquaintances but apparently joining the neighborhood soccer team had been the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

“Mom! Hi!” he said throwing himself into her arms as she bent down and kissed the top of his head. “I’m really glad you came.”

“How could I ever miss your very first soccer match, darling?” she marveled, pride swelling deep within her chest.

He looked very handsome in his black and green uniform as he beamed back at her. Opening his mouth to reply, he was cut off as the sound of a whistle reverberated.

“I have to go, mom. Coach Danvers is calling. Wish me luck.” he kissed her cheek before he scurried off into the crowd of kids in the middle of the field.

Coach Danvers. Cat pursed her lips at the mention of the woman who had occupied more than a conversation at her dinner table. Carter seemed enamored with her, unable to talk about anything or anyone else. It made her feel an intriguing almost jealous curiosity for the woman who could make her son smile all day after giving him a compliment.

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Trying to get myself out of a little writing slump and found this idea in a comment the other day. 

Haruka took off the plaid shirt she hadthrown over her t-shirt the minute she saw Mina. She tried to stick her arms through it like a struggling toddler, Mina fighting her off at every angle.

“Haruka, what the fuck is your problem, are you trying to claim me? Is this some weird lesbian flag-planting?” She squirmed away from Haruka.

Haruka’s eyes were wide, her arms held out to Mina. “You’re not wearing any clothes! People are looking at you! People too old for you!”

Mina shrugged and looked down at herself, wearing a tiny crystal encrusted rainbow bikini top and miniskirt that barely qualified as such. “Let em look.” She looked around. “Do you think any of them want to buy me a beer?”


“Oh cool it, Dad. It’s Pride, nobody’s dressed.” She clicked her tongue at Haruka and tossed her hair, laughing. “By the way, nice shirt, captain obvious.”

Haruka pulled the t-shirt away from her chest and looked down at the white block letters on a black background exclaiming ‘Butch’. “I like this shirt! It’s my gay shirt.”

“I got news for you Haruka, all your shirts are gay shirts.”

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Make A Wish || Joshua

A/N: Okay I know I don’t write for Seventeen, but I wrote this for hoseoker because she basically brought up the challenge for writing for Seventeen/Joshua and I secretly wanted to ruin her, so I wrote up this fluffy lil scenario for Joshua just because. :)

hoseoker love you boo, don’t hate me too much for this btw :))

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

           Walks in the city were always fun.

           They served as times for you to take a break from the world, to breathe in and focus on yourself. They were times for you to have a moment alone and just take in your surroundings as you passed them one by one, smiling at the people walking by you and reading the many signs in the city.

           They were also a time for you to go hunting for your boyfriend.

           As strange as that sounded, it was the best way you could put it, because that’s exactly what you sometimes did in the dark of the night after you got off of work. You’d put on your hoodie, leave the shop, and scour the streets for the boy with the smile you loved, and the eyes you always got lost in.


I know you just got out of work, please be safe on your way home. I’ll see you very soon <3 – Joshua

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