You know the thing about him I noticed that I haven’t seen anyone mention? He’s a sniper with PTSD right? And there’s that scene where he points his rifle at the enemy sniper in the tower and can’t pull the trigger. And usually that would mean that the main character would end up having a conversation with him after which he’d get a ‘second opportunity’ to take that shot and this time wouldn’t flinch.
And we’d be supposed to be proud of him because he ‘overcame his trauma’ by… doing the thing that caused his trauma in the first place?
BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED HERE, instead we get an amazing scene where when Charlie thinks there’s no point in him going with them for their mission Diana smiles at him and tells him that there is: without him they wouldn’t have anyone to sing to them.
And I thought it was just so… in line with the message this movie was sending. And so true to Diana’s character.
Because in her eyes Charlie’s value as a person or a friend doesn’t rest in whether or not he can pull the trigger and kill.
And I though it was important.
I mean this movie was filled with many such small but significant moments that addressed things like sexism and racism and the atrocities of colonization, and I’d mention them all it’s just that this one was one I hadn’t seen someone already discussing.
Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.
He wants the rage to leave his body.
Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.
Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.
Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.
He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!
“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”
Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.
“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.
Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.
“What the hell, Malfoy?”
Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.
But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.
Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.
“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.
“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”
Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.
Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.
He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.
“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.
“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.
He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.
The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.
Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.
He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms
Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.
They relearn how to not be scared of love. They fall back into gentler, longer kisses: in the dark kitchen at midnight, dancing to a song they remember from high school; in the morning, as a thank you for being alive.
Lance sighed deeply. Maybe, if he concentrated, he could expunge his mind of all troubles and cares by balling them up and blowing them into dust, and then their weight would be be gone forever, and he’d be light.
When Keith was seven years old, he spent a year in La Quinta with a boy named Lance, the best friend he ever had. Ten years later, Lance and Keith reunite at the Garrison–only Keith doesn’t remember who Lance is.
Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,880
A/N: The goal is to make this a mini-series. Fingers crossed that it stays that way.
“All clear,” you whisper. For anyone else, those words would’ve been indiscernible because of how softly they were spoken. Luckily for you, you’re not with just anyone. You’re with a super soldier equipped with enhanced hearing.
From across the empty hallway, Bucky abandons his spot behind a tall filing cabinet and runs towards you, keeping his gun up and ready to shoot at any given moment.
look i’m always imagining how lance and keith’s first kiss might happen because it could go a MiLLiON different ways?
they’re sitting on the couch having a staring contest and it’s already been a minute but keith doesn’t even look close to blinking, and lance is just like “fuck it” because he looks gorgeous and amazing and stupid with his wide eyes and eyebrows practically in his hair trying to not blink
keith has his hands pressed lightly to lance’s chest to keep him from getting too close and blowing in his face because he’s not about to let him cheat
but lance just surges forward and crushes keith’s hands between their chests and kisses him
at first keith is like “woah” but it only takes him a second to start kissing him back
but then he starts to giggle because lance’s lips tickle a little and he’s just like “lance, stop”
lance is like “hm? why?” in between two kisses that are nearing keith’s neck because he has no chill
“because,” keith says, but there’s laughter in his voice. “i was trying to look at you.”
(he was pretty much using the staring contest as an excuse to stare at lance without worrying about getting caught)
lance pulls back and registers this. and then he kisses him harder
or like, after a sparring session, they’re both really worn out but lance is just looking at keith, who’s pretty sweaty and gross like he is, and can’t help himself
except he misses and gets keith’s chin instead
he’s too tired to feel embarrassed tbh, but he pulls back and frowns a little and is like “oh, sorry. i was aiming for your mouth”
keith just smiles a little and wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him right on the mouth
“like that?” he asks.
lance, dazed and in love: “um, yeah. that’s good.”
keith nods sagely and leans back in for another kiss
later they lay around in keith’s bed staring at each other because they’re extra and in love
keith, about lance’s horrible first aim: “i thought you were the team’s sharpshooter"
lance, smirking: “maybe i just need a little more practice”
this is going to get long if i keep going but basically their first kiss could go any way and i love it i love them
Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Female Omega!Reader
Word Count: 3,511
Warnings:NSFW 18+ SMUT! Oral (female receiving), face sitting, fingering, sexual penetration, A/B/O dynamics, knotting during a heat, dirty talk, language, a NSFW gif, some mild violence, hostage situation, angst and fluff. Whew.
A/N: I like Loki… I just needed a villian.
You stole from me.
So, I stole from you.
Time is ticking.
Her clock stops at midnight.
Bucky let the cell phone drop from his hands. He heard the screen shatter when it hit the pavement. He looked down at the glass shards that scattered across his boots. They blurred in his vision.
Rage warmed his blood as fear chilled his bones.
The feral howl that ripped from his chest echoed through the morning fog surrounding the cabin.
-you’d be up and awake and drinking your coffee in the morning and he’d still be in bed sleeping on his stomach and you’d like hop on top of him and kiss across his back and whisper in his ear “hey, come shower with me” and he’d grumble and be like “mmmhmm, two seconds”
-so you’d go get in the shower and he’d come in yawning and stretching a minute or two later with a towel in hand
-or he’d get back from the gym and you’d still be asleep and you’re like in bed on your side and he comes in and leans one knee on the bed and playfully slaps your ass and says “you coming?” and you turn and squint at him and it takes you a second to realize what he’s talking about but then you stretch and smile and murmur “yep” and get up and follow him into the bathroom
-you like your showers burning hot and tom tries to put up with it but always ends up turning it a little bit cooler
-so you guys wash you hair and do your thing and you take way longer than him since you have way more hair so he of course starts getting handsy
-he starts playing with your boobs a lil and kissing your neck and shit
-he kisses a straight line down your stomach and kneels and you’re like “um you’re gonna get soap in your eye if you do that right now” half joking and he’s like “I’ll survive” and puts one of your legs over his shoulder and you move so your back’s against the wall bc the first time he did this you totally slipped and you learned your lesson
-so you have one hand on the wall for balance and the other in his hair while he starts working his tongue on your clit
-he would squeeze your thighs until you looked at him because he loves eye contact when he’s making you feel good
-after a bit of him alternating between pushing his tongue inside you and sucking on your clit you would moan really loud and your knee would buckle a little and that’s when he knew to stop
-he’d be ready to take you then and there but you would wanna take him in your mouth a lil first and he obvi wouldnt refuse
-so you’d be on your knees in the shower and he’d be holding your wet hair back and groaning while you sucked on the head of his cock
-once he accidentally bucked his hips while this was happening and basically thrusted into your mouth and sort of choked you and you gagged and he was like “sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry” he felt so bad
-but eventually he’d tug on your hair gently and tell you to stop or else he was gonna come
-so he’d turn you to face the wall and be behind you and he’d reach down between the two of you and pump his fingers inside you a few times to make sure you were still nice and wet
-and then he’d push inside you really slowly and carefully because the shower is precarious
-and as he picked up the pace he’d keep one hand on the wall to steady himself and the other would be around your waist pulling you back into him with each thrust
-and you would also have one hand on the wall but the other would reach over your shoulder and into his hair, pulling his mouth to your neck
-every so often as he thrusted into you, your nipples would hit the cold wall of the shower and you’d take in a sharp breath at the sensation
-when he was close he’d slip his fingers between your legs to help you out
-your legs would start to shake as you came around him and he’d hold you tight against him, both of you moaning as your muscles clenched and your orgasms made it hard for you to stay upright
-he’d slip out of you and just kiss the back of your neck until you caught your breath and turned around to face him, kissing him sloppily on the mouth as water continued to wash over your bodies
-you’d stand there in the hot water for a minute before grabbing the soap off the little counter and squirting a bunch into your hand and rubbing it over his back and shoulders, your bodies still pressed together
-he’d do the same, running his hands all over your body, squeezing your ass cheekily when he got there
-once you were both all rinsed you’d get out and continue your day like normal people do! lol
we wrote this sitting next to our parents in a hospital waiting room, that’s dedication for ya
Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language
A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.
“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”
You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”
“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”
You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.
Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.
You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”
Remember when Andrew and Kevin were drinking while Neil was standing at the edge of the balcony, watching his friends dancing and having a good time, knowing he could never be a part of that? Well:
The whole team goes on another trip to Columbia to celebrate their victory
Neil’s debating whether or not to go dancing, but of course he isn’t going to say anything and he likes staying with Andrew too
And Neil knows there is no point in asking Andrew to dance because even if he agreed to, Andrew would not be comfortable on a packed dance floor
And Neil wants Andrew comfortable a lot more than he wants to dance with him
When the upperclassmen and Aaron and Nicky are heading off to go dancing, Renee asks Neil if he wants to come along
Neil hesitates for just long enough to reveal he’s considering it
Aaron takes off without waiting to see Neil’s verdict while Nicky starts up the “Come on, Neil. You never dance with us. Just once can’t you follow someone other than Andrew and Kevin’s lead and actually try to be fun?”
And Allison’s already trying to drag him out of his chair while Dan tries to talk him into it and Matt chants his name in encouragement