First encounters

Okay, so this is my very first attempt to write a one shot. English is not my first language so I apologise if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. This may suck for all I know lmao, I wouldn’t say I’m overly creative or good at writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me some feedback.

Warnings: smut

It was the first day of school after summer break. You walked back and forth in your room in just a white bra and black jeans while looking for a shirt to match. You had yet to unpack all of your stuff, and the clothes that you actually had unpacked were spread all over your floor. ”What the fuck am I supposed to wear?” you said quietly to yourself and sighed.

”(Y/N), it’s time to get going!” your mother yelled from downstairs.
In a hurry you picked up the first shirt you could find on the messy floor: a simple black sweater. You then took your backpack and made your way down the stairs and out to the car with your mom, ready to drive you to school. It was your final high school year, senior year, and you couldn’t wait to get it over with. Ever since freshman year you had switched school every single year. To say you were tired of being the new girl was an understatement. You were more than just tired, it made you anxious and even a little angry. You weren’t the most out-going and talkative person so finding friends had always been a struggle of yours. It wasn’t like you didn’t have any friends at all, you had a group of three friends or less and it was more than enough. But going through the same process every year tired you out. Whenever you had moved you never heard from anyone again. So here you were, back at square one.

The car suddenly stopped and woke you up from your thoughts. You looked outside the window of the passenger seat and saw a middle-sized building. Just before the building you read a sign that said South Albany High School. You still didn’t understand why your parents decided to move from California to Oregon. Well, you knew it was because of your fathers work, but honestly what could Oregon possibly offer that was better than California?

”Honey, you better hop out now before you get late to class,” your mother said. With a tight smile on your lips you grabbed your bag from the floor and made your way out of the car. Just before you closed the door she called your name.
”What?” you asked in annoyance.
”Call me when your day ends so I can pick you up. I also left some money in your jacket so you can buy lunch.”
”Thanks,” you mumbled.
She gave you a warm smile and waved her hand at you. ”Now off you go. Have a good day, dear.”
With a last good bye you slammed the door shut and made your way into the school.

As you pushed the heavy door open you were met by students everywhere, most of them in a rush to their first class. There were also some who looked just as lost as you felt, most likely new here as well. While looking around, you found a small line on your left to a tiny office with the word Reception on the door. There you got your locker, schedule and directions to your first class, which was foreign language.

After your first couple of classes it was time for lunch. You hadn’t talked to anyone yet and you were too shy to ask a random person the way to the cafeteria. It was only one class left anyway, it was not like you couldn’t make it without food. Instead you made your way to the library, which was just a hall away from the reception. You took a seat by one of the many desks surrounded by what felt like hundreds of bookshelves, and pulled out a block and a pen from your bag. You had always loved art. Not just to look at, but also to create. Your teachers would often find you doodling in your books instead of taking notes, but you couldn’t help it. It was your passion, a way to express your thoughts and feelings.

As you drew you suddenly felt someone’s presence behind you.
”Nice drawing.”
You turned around and saw a tall silhouette. Your eyes traveled to the face that belonged to the tall man. He had big and mesmerising green eyes, almost as stunning as an emerald stone. His lips were plump and pouty, curved in a little smile. Your lips copied his and turned into a smile. ”Um, thanks,” you said shyly.
”So, you’re into art?” he asked.
”Yeah,” you started, ”but I’m not that great. I mean, I doodle a little here and there but that’s about it.”
When it came to your art you never really showed anyone what you could do with a pencil. You always thought you weren’t good enough, so what was the point in showing something you didn’t feel pride in?
”Well, I think it looks good. I’m into art myself actually,” he said.
”You draw too?”
”Oh, no, I mean like theatre. I’ve always wanted to become an actor,” he said and then sighed. ”But I gave up on that dream a long time ago.”
”Why? If you don’t mind telling me,” you asked.
”The competition out there is insane. Also, I don’t think I’m good enough, you know?” he said as he took a seat in the chair infront of you at the table and reached out his right hand. ”I’m Bill, by the way.” You stared at his hand before you stretched out your own and smiled, ”(Y/N)”.

It didn’t take long for you and Bill to hit it off. The two of you clicked instantly and he was definitely your closest friend. Truth to be told, he was one of the only two friends you had managed to make so far and school had been on for three months. Being shy was already hard enough, but being socially awkward as well didn’t help your case at all. You felt lucky and blessed for having Bill as a friend. Also you applauded him for continuing to talk to you despite your awkwardness.

It had been a long school week, or at least it felt longer than usual, so when Friday finally came around you couldn’t be happier. You ran around in your room trying to make it look less messy with all the - still unpacked - boxes all over the place. You and Bill had originally made plans to hang outside somewhere, but the pouring rain and hard wind made you rethink your plans. Instead you agreed to chill at your place, whatever that was supposed to mean. But the timing couldn’t be more perfect, since your parents were away for the weekend.

You heard the doorbell ring and rushed down the stairs to open the door, only to be met by a completely drenched Bill. He moved quickly inside, hurrying to get away from the cold and terrible weather.
”You’re soaked.” you said. He just laughed and pushed on your cheek lightly, ”No shit, Sherlock.”

When Bill finally had dried, the two of you made yourselves comfortable in your bed to watch Netflix. You even gave him your duvet to wrap himself in - like a burrito.
”I’m still freezing,” he said and looked at you with his big eyes.
”Do you want me to get you another blanket?” you asked.
He looked at the screen for a moment and then back at you. ”I know other ways to get warm,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips.

Suddenly you felt his hand on your upper thigh, slowly inching towards your gates of heaven. You choked on your breath as you were surprised by his move. No one had ever touched you in such a sensual way before.

He removed his hand from your thigh and then the blanket from his body. Before you knew it he laid on top of you with his arms on each side of your head to support his weight. He lowered his face till the tip of your noses touched. “Can I touch you?” he gently asked. You just nodded your head, afraid of opening you mouth incase no words would come out. 

Bill put back one of his hands on your thigh as his other arm kept his body from crushing you. Slowly he moved his hand higher up your torso, until he cupped one of your breast. You moaned quietly as he started squeezing it.

“May I?” he asked, as he tugged on your shirt, signalising he wanted to take it off. Once again you just nodded and let him do the job. In a swift move he pulled it off and threw it behind him, somewhere onto the floor.

You had never felt so exposed before and your first instinct was to cover your chest with your arms. But Bill made it before you and stopped you before you got the chance to cover them. “Hey, hey,” he said as he looked for your eye contact, “it would be a shame to hide something so beautiful.” His words made your whole body relax as you let your arms rest on the bed again. He lowered his head and ever so gently kissed the skin of your breasts that weren’t covered by your bra. He then reached behind your back to remove that piece as well, landing on the floor along with your shirt.

He covered your upper body in kisses as his lips trailed down to your lower part of the stomach. “Bill,” you whispered. He looked up at you as you said, “it’s not fair if I’m the only one without a shirt.”

In a quick moment you were almost completely naked as you both had hungrily removed the rest of each others clothes. The only thing left covering your bodies were your underwear, but Bill was fast to remove that from your body as well. Both of his hands wandered around your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, revealing your pussy. He separated your lips and gave your clit a soft kiss, firing away a spark throughout your whole body as you closed your eyes, craving more. He just smirked, knowing the power he had over you.

Suddenly you felt his tongue flat against your pussy, making it even wetter, as if it was possible. He worked in a quick motion, giving your bundle of nerves the stimulation they had longed for. 

“Bill,” you moaned as he slipped a finger inside of you, while still working with his skilled tongue. Your hands grabbed his hair, pulling the hairs hard as he worked his magic on you. You had never felt like this before.

“You taste so good, (Y/N),” he mumbled against you.

“I wanna taste you too.”

He suddenly stopped and looked up at you. “Are you sure?” he asked. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, knowing it was your first time doing something like this. But you felt curious and ready to explore. “Yes,” you said confidently.

The two of you switched position and he rested his back against the mattress. As you removed his black boxers, his dick stood up freely. This was all so new to you, the only experience you had had with sex before was watching porn, and suddenly you didn’t feel as confident anymore.

Bill saw you hesitate. “(Y/N)”, he started, “it’s okay if you don’t want to do anything.”

“I want to, Bill. I just-,” you lowered your voice, “I just haven’t done anything like this before. I want to please you too.”

“Grab it like this” he said, guiding your hand to wrap it around his length, just under the head. “Then start pulling it, up and down.” 

You continued to do as he said, watching him throw his head back, pressing it hard into the mattress. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he moaned.

Your confidence only grew as you glanced at him every now and then, noticing how good you made him feel. You caught him off guard as you put your mouth around him and started sucking. You even dared to go deep, choking and gagging on his length as your hand swiftly moved up and down the shaft at the same time.

“Holy shit, (Y/N), I’m so close.”

His words only made you go faster, wanting him to reach his high. His breath became irregular and you could sense he was only a moment away from coming. Suddenly you felt a warm liquid spurting into your mouth. The two of you were both caught by surprised when you spat it out on his stomach in disgust.

Your eyes grew big as you felt a wave of shame and panic go through your body at the same time. You just wanted to impress him and swallow his batch.  “Shit, I’m- I’m so sorry, Bill. I didn’t mean-,”

He just started laughing and you felt even more ashamed. The embarrassment made your cheeks flush into a deep red color.

“I’m not laughing at you, love. I’m laughing because I got surprised.” he explained. “If it makes you feel any better, I would have spit it out too,” he continued as his laugh died down.

In a swift motion he sat up, with you still in his lap, and hugged you tightly, arms around your torso and his head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.

“It was amazing, okay?” he whispered.

He felt your head nodding. It felt like your voice was lost again.

“Honestly, the only thing I feel shitty about is not making you come,” he said.

You pulled your head off his shoulder and looked for his eyes. “Bill, it’s okay-”

“No, I’m serious. Next time all the attention will be on you and only you. I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard you will forget your name.” he said confidently, squeezing your ass at the same time.

You laughed at his words, forgetting you ever felt embarrassed.

“So it’s a next time, huh?” you asked him, smiling.

“You bet there is a next time, (Y/N),” he said and pulled you in for a kiss.

anonymous asked:

Hi wifu! I’ve been following your blog for a while and I really love your work! How did you get so popular?

This is…a very wide topic to discuss!

I feel like it’s really easy to forget that having ‘appealing’ art and being a very skilled artist are two different things. Why did that sketch by that popular artist get thousand of notes but my full illustration with background only got 5 notes? That’s very discouraging. Does that mean my drawing was worse? Not really, at least not in terms of execution.

It’s a little harsh to put it this way, but think of it as if we were on Tinder. It only takes two second to swipe left if your artwork doesn’t catch the viewer’s attention.

There’s a huge difference between being skilled and knowing how to present your art, and blaming others for not getting notes is a detrimental way of thinking that will only slow you down!

This is not just some anti-negativity bullshit. It’s practical. It’s not the average viewer’s fault if he ignored or “just liked” your piece without reblogging. Blaming external causes for your own lack of popularity just makes it so you keep doing what you do blindly, holding yourself back from improving.

I recommend checking this post by tamberella out for a much better understanding (and more insightful tips) on the topic of appealing art.

It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t strive for popularity (after all, especially if art’s gonna be your job, it’s important to understand what works and what doesn’t, in a field in which communication is key), but make sure you do it with understanding instead of blaming others or guilt tripping them into reblogging your art. (I made a comic about this a while ago)

Back to your question…there’s not a specific way to become popular.  I can only offer a few tips on attitude / blog management / drawing:

  • Practicing by drawing a lot is important but practicing by observing a lot is the key to improvement! Being exclusively self-referential leads to stagnation.
  • Observe what other people do, understand why certain things work more than others do. This doesn’t mean you should copy specific pieces. Just take the overall vibe of something and rework it. See what people like!
  • Find popular artists who do something you feel is similiar to what you do. Understand what is it that makes their art so appealing.
  • Artstyles work as a the sum of their parts. There are so many parameters when ‘rating’ a drawing. Anatomy, lineart, coloring, composition, style, perspective, posing etc. are just a few of them, and just because you have an understanding of some it doesn’t mean you got it all figured out. For example, realistic shading might not be the best choice with very cartoony proportions, but might work in some cases. Analyze single pieces instead of a whole gallery!
  • Make separate folders for the art you like solely for its content (as in fandom/character depicted), and the art you like for how it’s made. Name the folders accordingly, such as concept, composition, coloring, poses, etc. You’ll need these more than you realize.
  • Tag your drawings in the right way. The first 5 tags are the only ones showing up in the tumblr /tagged/ (and the first 20 tags are ones showing up in /search/), so use them carefully instead of filling them up with #this sucks i know im sorry, #i did this very quickly, #im so tired, and so on.
  • Be consistent! You won’t get much of a following if you post a sketch once every six months.
  • It’s ok to reblog your own art once or twice but filling your followers’ dash with the same drawing over and over again won’t make it suddenly go viral, so finding a good balance might be useful
  • Negativity can be very heavy to handle sometimes, and people who don’t know you just wanna have a good time looking at your art, without the angry/sad stuff. Getting an art-only blog might be a good idea - this is especially true if you’re not ranting about your personal life, but about the lack of attention your art gets. Be nice to your followers, blaming them for not reblogging your art is counterproductive!
  • Give it time! Regardless of your skill, it’s gonna take a while to gain an audience.

On a final note, I would like to clarify that at the end of the day you’re free to draw whatever you want, these are just tips for a better understanding of how visual impact affects the amount of visibility you get. As long as you’re having fun, keep drawing whatever it is that you’re drawing!

I hope this was somewhat helpful. Take care!

Being Stuck in an elevator with Peter

• Not Requested : I just thought about me being stuck in an elevator so..

A/n : This also sucks because I don’t know how to do these properly. Unedited so there will be a lot of mistakes, don’t even know if anybody would read it but I’ll give it a go.

Being stuck in an elevator with Peter Parker (first time meeting Peter) would include :

  • Your mom telling you to go to the grocery store
  • You bought what your mom needed and proceed to buy what you were craving that day
  • Ice cream and chips. You bought 4 bags of chips and two tubs of ice cream
  • On the way back to your apartment, you decided to use to elevator because why not?
  • The door was about to close when you heard “Wait for me please”
  • You pressed the open button and allowed the boy aka Peter to come in
  • Both of you stood there in an awkward silence, eyes on something else other than each other
  • Damn she’s cute, he thought
  • his heart was drumming against his sternum
  • And then there you were, staring at his feet
  • The suddenly, the light went off and the elevator stopped
  • “The.. hell?” 
  • “Oh no” 
  • You and Peter glanced at each other, he could see that you were super worried and scared.
  • Both of you hit (Was going to say bang but that’s just a no) the elevator door, calling out for help
  • “So we’re stuck?” You asked the obvious question
  • “Mhm” he answered, biting his lips  and nodded his head.
  • Damn boi it was getting hot
  • “Okay okay okay, I’m going to call my mom.” You said, panicking.
  • “And I’ll call mine- my aunt,”  
  • After the calls, you guys went back to being surrounded by awkward tension
  • “Fuck it I’m sitting down,” you said under your breath
  • The boy just glanced at you and went back to think
  • You later pulled out one of the bags of chips you bought, ripping the top corner, drawing his attention to you-
  •  to the chips
  • “You want some chips?” you asked the stranger, leaning back onto the cold metal wall
  • he shook his head and gulp down his hunger, refusing to eat your food
  • Spider boy was staring at you the whole time, trying to find encourage to make a conversation with you. Eyes filled with admiration.
  • When you were done, you pulled out one tub of ice cream and the plastic spoon the cashier gave you.
  • “You want some? I-I mean we’re going to be here for a while anyway so might as well eat the ice cream before it melts,” you didn’t know why you stutter but you tried to hide your embarrassment by shrugging your shoulders like you didn’t care.
  • “U-uh sure,” Peter sat down next to you, as you gave him one of the spoon.
  • Suddenly, his eyes shut, his nose crunching and his eyebrows narrowed as he took a deep breath.
  • “Brain freeze,” 
  • You started laughing at him as his eyes were closed, his hands balling into a fist.
  • “It’s not funny,” He said after a few seconds
  • “It is,” You argued, your mind flashing back to his face a few seconds ago
  • You stayed there, pressing your lips together, trying to stop your laughs
  • “Done?” The boy asked you, raising his eyebrows smiling warmly at you as you nodded your head
  • A loud laugh came out of your mouth as your mind flashes back to his face once again and you heard him said ‘Seriously?’
  • He stared at you the whole time, loving the way your eyes shut close telling him that you weren’t faking your laughter
  • “I’m not even sorry” 

  • “So you go to Midtown?” You asked, pointing out his blue sweater, he nodded placing another spoon full of ice cream in his mouth, staring at you the whole time
  • “Then you must be very smart,” 
  • “You can say that,” he laughed a little bit and continued to look at your with his brown eyes
  • “How long have it been?” 
  • “I’d say about thirty minutes,” 
  • You guys finished the ice cream, slumping into the wall once again.
  • It was getting very hot so he pulled his sweater over his head, leaving him with only a tight graphic t-shirt
  •  After a while of sitting around, guess who fell asleep
  • Your head hang over your shoulders as your eyes fluttered closed.
  • Peter notice immediately and scoot both of you into a corner
  • A few minutes later he began to fall asleep too
  • resting his head on yours, he closed his eyes with you on his mind
  • You guys were all snuggled up into the corner of the elevator
  • his head was still on yours but-
  • your head was resting against his collarbone 
  • When the lights came back, your mother and his aunt were on the other side of the elevator
  • You guys woke up from your sleeps
  • Your hair messy as you ran your fingers through them
  • Peter on the other hand, found it more cute when your hair were messy
  • You ran into your mom’s arms and the boy ran into his aunt’s 
  • “You were in there with Y/n?” Aunt May asked Peter
  • “You know her?”
  • You gave your mom the plastic bag and the things she asked for and head over to Aunt May and the boy you didn’t know the name of
  • Aunt May later went to talk to your mom about the situation and that led them to talk about something else
  • “So your name is Y/n” 
  • “Peter Parker” 
  • “Do you I don’t know, m-maybe wanna hang out sometimes?” He scratched the back of his neck, nervously 
  • “Sure”

  • Inside Peter know that he could just use his strength to pull the doors apart but you didn’t know that he was Spiderman
  • Plus he wanted to be close to you

As he walks home (where from?) Bristol feels strange. Sort of like he is forgetting something very important. But what?

- OMG, Bristol, what’s up?

This over-enthusiastic voice, of course, belongs to Laurel.

- Hey, you look kind of tired. Is everything ok? Did you sleep well? Ugh, I know I haven’t. This stupid science project took me almost all night to finish and of course Mom won’t let me use magic to speed things up. 

- Oh. That sucks.

Laurel: I know! I mean, what’s the point of being a witch if you can’t use magic for some help once in a while? But enough about me, why the long face, seriously?

Bristol: I don’t know, just stuff, I guess.

Laurel: Well, the weekend’s going to come eventually, we should all meet up and have some pizza. Pizza makes things better.

Bristol: Heh, yeah.

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 1/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Suicide attempt?? , depression, mental illness’, mixture of fluff and angst throughout the series, homophobic slurs


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Richie Tozier brought the cigarette between his lips, letting the toxic smoke fill his decaying lungs and pulse throughout his insides and swirls around in each crevice of his body. He then takes away the cancer stick, after a moment blowing out the toxic waste into the thin November air.

Beverly Marsh raised an eyebrow at him, sitting across from the much taller boy on the brick wall with her own cigarette between her fingers. She watched as the smoke faded into nothing, sighing lightly as she proceeded to watch her best friend smoke away.

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Hey. You. Stop calling your art ugly.

This has transcended “artistic pet peeve” and is now making me actually angry. Indignant, fightin’ words kind of angry.

People like your art. More importantly, somebody likes your art. Another human being out there sees your art– maybe in between reminders of ugly politics or drama, maybe in the middle of their soul-sucking job, maybe just first thing in the morning or before they go to bed– and that makes their day a little brighter. Not just because it’s cute, or it’s got nice colors, or it’s a character they like. But because you posted it. And then they see “forgive my garbage art” or “I’m sorry this is so ugly” or “ugh this sucks.” And guess what? That brings them right back down. It says– undoubtedly inadvertently, but all the same– “if you like this, you’re an idiot. This thing you look up to? It’s awful. What’s wrong with you?”

And yes, I know why people do this. It’s a defense mechanism. If I put my art down first, then nobody else will be able to. And I know whatever is causing these thoughts will not be talked away by some text post on Tumblr. I would by all means encourage talking back to those ugly, demeaning thoughts, replacing those habits with constructive ones geared towards humble improvement of craft (now’s as good a time as any to mention that all artists have doubts and struggles with their work, but there’s a difference between being your own harshest critic and being your own meanest bully). But I get that I’m not your therapist, your mom, even your friend, probably. If you want to continue to fall back into beating yourself up, I can’t stop you. But I write this in the hopes that you at least realize how it might affect other people. Because it isn’t a localized wound. It hurts your followers. It takes something they find beautiful or uplifting or resonant or inspirational and trashes it before their eyes. It’s a plague to the whole art community, and it sure as hell spreads like one.

I don’t really pay attention to my follower number, but I checked it before I wrote this up and it’s around 400 or so. First off, thank you. I don’t want to focus on the number, but I do feel honored any time I see a new follower. But also, I see that number and I think, “You know, that’s quite a reach. That’s a lot of people.” But then I forget the people and I think of the somebody. I think, “Odds are this will reach somebody out there. Odds are it’ll piss somebody off, too, but I’ll take that one person it reaches.” I think that’s a good way to view your art, too. Yes, somebody out there might beat you to the punch and call your art ugly. It sucks, it stings, I know that from experience. But it’s not the end of the world, and it doesn’t change a thing about the people who have found beauty of any kind in your art.

If you can’t for the life of you see the value in your own art, value the somebody who does.

Help A Buddy Out

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— You and Bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy —


“Y/N!” You heard your roommate shout from across the apartment. “Have you seen my shirt?!”

“Why of course, I know exactly what you do with all your shirts. What type, what color, what brand are you looking for? Wait, let me just look into my Bucky Barnes archives…” You shouted back with way too much sass.

A shirtless Bucky poked his head around the door of your bedroom. “Hardy har har.” He returned before coming fully into the room. “You’re overly sassy for no apparent reason. What’s going on?” He strutted over to the bed and took the book from your hands as he sat down. “Chaucer?” he questioned. “You only subject yourself to Chaucer when you’re in a bad mood.”

“Yea, well I had a change of heart.” You retort as you try to snag your book back. He pulled it further from your reach. “Buck, give me my book back.”

“No, not until you tell me why you’re in full sass mode today.”

“Well, then I’ll never get it back.” You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back against the headboard.

“C’mon Y/N. I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.” He spoke as he smiled one of his killer ‘your panties just melted’ smiles. Except, you knew when he smiled like that to you, it was merely platonic. Which sucked.

“Ok fine” you huffed out. “The truth is…” you began as you sat up. “Steve is my best friend.”

Bucky let out a frustrated groan and threw your book back in your general direction. “As if. You know you like me better.” He stood in front of you and stared down; His eyes traveling up and down your body. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll just tickle you until you do.”

You made a face at that. “Don’t do that.”

Bucky started to walk towards the side of the bed where you sat. “You’ve left me with no choice, Doll.” He got closer and grabbed your arm as you tried to scramble away.

“OK, OK!! Don’t do it. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Bucky released you from his grip.

“There. Was that so hard? Now spill, Doll. Whats going on?”

You sat up once again and brushed your fingers through your hair. “Fine, but stand over there.” Bucky’s eyes travelled to where you pointed.

“You want me to stand in the corner?” His ‘you-cant-be-serious’ look took over his face. “You cant be serious.”

You sighed as you began to explain. “I need you to be as far away from me as possible when I tell you this. Its embarrassing.”

Bucky crossed his arms and began to retreat to the corner. “Fine. Makes total sense, Weirdo.”

You ignored his comment and pulled your knees up under your chin. “Ok. There is no easy way to say this so im just gonna do it.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know how to have sex. Not well anyway. I have this date with this guy on Friday and its going to be the third date. Everyone knows the third date rule! I don’t want to suck.” You finished with a deep breath, recovering your oxygen levels from your intense rambling.

“You’re still going out with that guy?” Bucky demanded as he began to near you again.

You pointed your finger back at him. “Stay! And yes I am.”

“Why the fuck–?” he started but caught himself before he revealed too much. “Y/N, look, sex is sex. Its, uh, its not that big of a deal. Im sure youll be great.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s a huge deal, Buck! HUGE! Its sex!”

“You’ve had, uh, sex before right?”


“Twice.” He repeated.

“Yes, twice. I’m going to suck. I know it.”

“Youre not going to suck. It’s not possible”

“How would you know, Buck? Its not like we’ve had sex.” Bucky couldn’t argue with that, they hadn’t, despite how much he wanted to. “Which is why I’m asking you to help me.” You said, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts. “I want you to make me better at sex.”

Buckys head shot up from the direction of his feet, eyes wide. “WHAT?!”

“Please Buck, you said it yourself: sex is sex. Whats the harm if you teach me the ins and outs of it. No pun intended.” You smirked to yourself.

“You’re my best friend!” he spoke in an attempt to find an excuse.

“Friends have sex all the time. You’d just be helping a friend out.”

Bucky thought of another excuse. “What makes you think I can teach you anything?”

You chuckled “I think the plethora of random girls that scream their heads off in pleasure and beg for more is enough for me to know how good you are.”

Bucky blushed. “You hear that?”

“They’re like banshees, Bucky.”

“Are not.” He huffed

“Are too” You returned. Bucky crossed and uncrossed his arms before shifting his weight to his left foot. “Bucky, please. We are always there for each other when the other needs something.”

Bucky let out a sharp laugh. “Yea, but usually its when you want me to pick up your prescriptions from the pharmacy or fix the plumbing.”

“Buck, I need you. I know this is slightly different, but whats the harm?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time. “I have to go meet Steve. Just let me think about it.” He pocketed his phone again and turned to leave the room.

“Don’t forget a shirt!” You called after him.

Bucky opened the door to the café and scanned the room for his friend. When he saw the over compensating build and light hair he started towards one of the window tables. “Steve.”

Steve looked up from his view of the city and smiled as he saw his oldest friend. “Bucky, its good to see you.”

Bucky took a seat opposite of Steve ordered a coffee when the waitress came around. “Hows things?”

“Great.” Steve began. “Sharon is great. We got a cat.”

Bucky chuckled. “A cat? Since when are you a cat person?”

“Since Sharon is a cat person.” He smirked. “But, whats going on with you? Hows Y/N?”

“Funny that you bring her up.” Bucky said before he smiled and thanked the waitress for his coffee.

“Oh yea?” Steve smiled. “Finally tell her how you feel, did you?

“Yea right. Cause that would go over soooo well.”

“Oh c’mon man, you’ve liked her since she moved in.”

“Doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same. She, uh, asked me this morning to help her become a pro at sex.”

Steve choked on his coffee and reached for a napkin to clean the drops from his chin. “What!?”

“Yea.” Bucky signed and sipped his drink

“What exactly does that entail?”

“She wants us to have sex.” Bucky replied nonchalantly. “She wants us to have sex until shes good at it, apparently.

“Wow. Why?”

“Shes got this date on Friday. Says it’s the third date so they HAVE to have sex for some stupid reason.” He huffed.

“Well,” Steve started “Think of the Bright side: Youll get to have sex with the girl you love.”

“Smooth attempt at making me feel better, pal, but there is no bright side. She wants me for the wrong reason. Its not like she loves me back.”

“All the more reason to tell her. Maybe she just hasn’t thought of you in that way yet and telling her may open her eyes.”

“I don’t know, man. Shes pretty determined. I think if she liked me she’d know.”

“Just think about it, Buck”

“Its all I think about. Which makes me think I cant go through with this.”

“Oh, you definitely cannot go through with this.”

Bucky reentered his apartment after a long and thoughtful conversation with Steve. He had a very valid point: there was no way Bucky could go through with this, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to disappoint Y/N.  She felt insecure and that was the last thing Bucky wanted. So he could do this just once, right?

“Bucky?” Y/N called, stepping out of her bedroom. “Are you alright? You seem a little dazed.” She continued once she saw his facial expression.

“Yea well what do you expect?” Bucky mumbled to himself as Y/N entered the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

“Did you say something?”

“What? No.” He hurriedly spit out. Y/N returned her attention to the coffee maker. “So, I was thinking…” she met his eyes as he continued. “We could try what you proposed. Just once. I’ll tell you what you want to know from that one time, but no more. Deal?”

Y/N squealed in appreciation. “Oh Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much.”

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. “Yea. I mean what are friends for right?”

“Right!” she smiled. She was so beautiful that he almost kissed her right then and there, but he quickly stepped away.

“So, uh, how do you want to go about this?” Bucky questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I say we just jump into it. I mean, this is practically for science. No need to beat around the bush.”

Bucky felt his heart crumble just a bit. Hearing her say those words was the last thing he wanted. If anything, he wanted this to mean something to her in the slightest. But clearly it didn’t. “Alright.” He spoke clearly frustrated. He reached for the hem of his shirt and aimed to pull it over his head, but was stopped by Y/Ns soft hand on top of his.

“Let me.” She lifted his shirt off for him and Bucky thought he had never been more turned on. Y/N pulled hers off and slipped out of her sleep shorts then turned and strutted off into her bedroom.

“Jesus.” Bucky mumbled as he followed after her.

When he stepped through the door, she was standing there waiting for him in just her underwear. He eased himself closer to her and she reached for the belt around his hips. ‘This is so bad’ he thought as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him. She looked into his eyes and down to his lips. Slowly, she reached up and pressed her lips to his in the softest of motions. Bucky fell completely into it and Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, but Bucky pulled away. He couldn’t do this. It just wasn’t right.

“Bucky?” she whispered as she placed her hands on either sides of his face. “Whats the matter?”

Bucky gripped her hands in his own and removed them from his face. “I cant do this.” He spoke so quietly; it was practically to himself.

“What?” Her face twisted in concern.

“I cant do this.” Bucky said a little louder so she could hear him, but this time it was laced with a bit of frustration.


Bucky took a few steps away from her. “I just cant.” He grabbed for his shirt, but Y/N stepped up into his space and grabbed it from him before he could put it on. “Y/N, give me my shirt back.”

“No, Buck. Not until you tell me whats going on.”

“Fine, keep it.” He huffed as he headed for the door.

“Bucky!” Y/N yelled after him. “Bucky, wait!”

Y/N chased him out the door and into their tiny living room. She grabbed his arm to keep him from getting further away from her. “Y/N, Stop!” Bucky yelled as he tried to break free from her grasp. She was deceptively strong.

“Bucky, please just tell me whats going on.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. It almost broke his heart. “Please.” She whispered. Bucky turned to face her with a cold expression on his face. He figured it was better than showing her his true emotions in this moment. ‘Did I do something wrong?” He met her eyes in shock. That was the last possible problem. “Do you not want me?” Slowly, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Bucky sighed. “That is not possible.” He whispered

“Which?” she questioned

“Neither. You didn’t do anything wrong and its definitely not because I don’t want you, OK?” He reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing, Y/N”

“Youre lying.” She was starting to get angry.

“No, Im n-“ he started, but was interrupted.

“Yes, you are!” Y/N was a full on mix of pissed and distressed. “Tell me!” she yelled.

“Y/N” Bucky sighed

“TELL ME!” She screamed again.

“I LOVE YOU!” Bucky yelled in her face before he’d even realized what he was doing. He breathed heavily, eyes looking directly at her before he stepped back and looked to his feet. “I love you.” He spoke again, much quieter.


“No, just don’t.” Bucky rushed past her back to her room and put his shirt back on. When he got back to the living room, Y/N was still standing there in shock. “I have to go.” He grabbed his keys of the hook and slammed the door, knocking Y/N out of her shock.

Sharon opened the door to her and her boyfriends apartment to find Bucky standing in the doorway, his head hung low, soaked to the bone. It must’ve been pouring outside. “Bucky, come in.” When he didn’t make a move to enter the apartment, she grabbed him by his arm and slowly pulled him inside. “Steve!?” she yelled “Can you come here?”

Steve walked out from their bedroom. “Yea, babe- Bucky?”

“He just showed up. Im going to go get some towels and an extra shirt.” She said ask she walked Bucky over to the couch and helped him sit down before walking to the bathroom. Steve inched closer to his friend and sat down across from him.

“Buck?” he spoke, but got no response. “Bucky?” he tried again. “What happened?”

Bucky looked up from his hands, but refused to meet Steve’s eyes. “I told her.”

“Well, that’s good isn’t it?” Steve questioned.

“No, Steve, its not. We were about to have sex?”

“You were going to do it!?”

“Just once. She was doubting herself and you know how I get when she does that. I was only going to do it once and help her. I thought I could suppress my feelings for one time.”


“I kissed her once and I couldn’t do it. Before I knew it, I was yelling that I love her and now im here.”

Steve placed a hand on his friends shoulder as his girlfriend returned with the shirt and towels. She placed them next to Bucky to use as he needed.

“What did she say?” Steve asked.

“Nothing.” Bucky sighed. “She just stood there. So I left. Well, actually I started to leave the second after I told her.”

“You didn’t give her a chance to say anything?”

“I couldn’t, Steve. I just had to get out of there.”

“Oh, Buck.” Steve started “Just stay here tonight, ok?” he sighed. “But tomorrow you have to talk to her.”

Buckys eyes widened. “No, Steve. I cant.”

“You can. And you will. She is the only girl you’ve ever given a fuck about, never mind the fact that she and Sharon get along great. You’ve made yourself a nice little mess and you’re going to fix it so we can all still be friends. Im too used to our little foursome now to have it fall apart at the seams.”

“Arent you the one who told me to tell her how I felt?”

Steve stood from his chair. “Yea. I was thinking more of a sweet scenario where you buy her flowers and don’t bolt after you tell her.”

Bucky grumbled and wrapped a bright, pink towel around his shoulders. “Well you didn’t specify.”

“I figured it was implied, Buck” Steve began to turn towards is bedroom. “Couch is all yours for tonight. Enjoy, stretch out, think of ways to get your girl. But im gonna turn in. My lady is waiting.”

Bucky made a face. “Steve, I swear if you guys have sex 20 feet away from me…”

“Chill Buck, Sharon and I are hardcore cuddlers.”

“That’s almost worse.”

“Oh please, Buck if you had Y/N you’d cuddle nonstop.”

“Don’t remind me that I don’t have her.” Bucky returned as he stretched out onto the couch.

“Goodnight Bucky.” Steve sighed and retreated to his bedroom where is girlfriend waited for him. Lucky bastard Bucky thought.

Bucky jolted awake at the sound of 3 sharp knocks. He could have sworn he imagined it and was getting ready to settle back into sleep when he heard it again. He grabbed his phone from his pant pocket which had long been discarded onto the floor halfway through the night. It was 3:30 am. What the hell. Bucky groaned as he sat up and walked his shirtless, underwear clad body into Steve and Sharon’s room. Sharon was nestled up against Steves side and their cat sat on his chest, rising and falling in rhythm with Steves breathing. Bucky shuffled forward to Steves side and nudged his shoulder until he woke up.

Steves eyes slowly opened and looked into those of his best friend. “Bucky, what the hell?”

“Little early for cursing don’t you think, Cap?”

Steve sighed and laid his head back on his pillow. “What do you want, Buck?” He whispered in an effort not to stir his girlfriend.

“Theres a knock on your door” Bucky spoke nonchalantly as he pointed in its general direction.


“Theres a knock-“ Bucky started but what interrupted by the knock itself. “See?”

Steve sat up slightly, causing the cat to jump of his chest and Sharon to slowly shift in her sleep. “And you woke me because…?”

“I don’t know. Its 3:30 am. Its dark. Im vulnerable. It could be a psycho killer and im not in the mood.”

Steve pushed the sheets of his legs and sat up. “Are you kidding me, Buck? Youre the fucking winter soldier.”

Steve began to walk towards the door as the knocking continued with Bucky hot on his heels. “Yea, well you’re Captain America. We are equally as capable of opening the door, but this is your apartment so I figured id let you. Just in case it is a psycho killer, youd be able to say you defended your own domicile.”

“Gee thanks.” Steve huffed as he reached for the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Y/N in none other than her pajamas. Bucky and Steve stared at her for a moment before Steve turned to Bucky. “Well, it’s for you. Totally get why you were scared though. She looks like a murderous demon.” Steve sighed sarcastically. “Im going back to bed. Lovely to see you though Y/N. Sharon misses you like crazy. I mean it’s been like what, 3 weeks since we’ve seen you. Crazy how time flies, we should really-“ Steve continued before behind interrupted by Bucky.

“Steve go to bed.” Bucky spoke without taking his eyes off Y/N.

“Oh geez, fine. Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve. “Y/N returned with a feeble smile.

Once Steve was definitely in his room, Bucky turned back to face Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“Look, Y/N if this is about earlier then theres no need. I-“

“I love you, Bucky.” Y/N interrupted.

It was Buckys turn to stand there in shock.


Bucky snapped back to his senses and was less than pleased. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you? That’s really low Y/N. I spill my guts and you have the audacity to make fun of me for it.” Bucky turned back into the apartment but Y/n followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

“Bucky, im not lying.”

“You are too. You are supposed to go out on a date this weekend. You don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t date that idiot.”

“Bucky you said you love me and you had sex 3 days ago. Not with me, I might add.” Y/N replied laced with a little frustration.

“So? I had to get my frustrations out somehow. I’m not the one who suggested we have casual buddy sex.”

“Bucky, I was just really confused ok? I really thought that if we had sex once that I’d get over you. I don’t even have a date this weekend. I broke up with Mike after he slapped our waitress’ ass as she walked by on our last date.”

“Prick” Bucky mumbled. “So you tricked me into sex?”

“Tricked is such a harsh word.”

“But an accurate one” Bucky finished.

“We didn’t even have sex Bucky. I didn’t even think id be able to go through with it. I just wanted to propose the idea to see how youd react. To see if you wanted me too. I almost died when you pulled away from me.”

Bucky looked up into her eyes. “Yea, well you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

Y/N detected a hint of anger in his words. “Are you actually mad at me? Bucky, we love each other. Or at least we did a couple hours ago.”Bucky refused to speak. It lasted so long that Y/N turned to leave. “Fine, Bucky. Ill just go” Y/N was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. She looked up and Bucky pulled her to him, kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissed back with as much ferocity as she could. It was passionate and sexy and melting. Y/N had wanted this for so long and it was amazing. They pulled apart only to breathe and Bucky brushed his fingers through her hair.

“We love each other?” He spoke as he rested his forehead on hers.

“Yea, we do”

“I cant believe it.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ve been in love with you since you moved in.”

“Two years, Four months, and eighteen days.” Y/N whispered.

“What?” Buckys head snapped up in shock.

“That’s how long we’ve lived together.”

“Wow.” Bucky stepped back from her embrace and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I know because that’s how long ive loved you too.”



“You’ve loved me that long too? You had a boyfriend when you moved in.”

“I know, which is weird now that I think about it because he let me move in with another man. He said he wasn’t worried, but he should have been.”

“I’m the reason you dumped that guy a month after you moved in?” Bucky questioned. Y/N only nodded in response. “I cant believe it.” Bucky sighed. “I hated that guy!”

Y/N giggled and moved to cup his face with both hands. “That’s what he told me.”

“Oh, yea right. How would he know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it either, but he insisted that you liked me and wanted to kill him with your metal arm.”

Bucky chuckled and crossed is arms over his chest. “Well, the guy wasn’t as big of an idiot as I thought.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Y/N laughed.

Bucky grabbed Y/Ns hand and walked her over to the couch. He laid down and pulled her on top of him.

“Bucky what are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to sleep with the girl I love.” He replied as he readjusted his pillow.

“Um, shouldn’t we go home? You know, since you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“Oh please, doll. I was never mad at you. More just mad at myself. Also, Sharon and Steve miss you didn’t you hear? And all I want to do is take you home and stay in bed with you for days, but I figure I owe them a favor for letting me stay and whine. So, tomorrow we can all go out and they’ll stop complaining about never seeing you, THEN we will stay in bed for days.”

“Ah, great plan, Barnes.”

“Yea, I thought so.” He smiled his cheeky grin. “But for now we will sleep together and actually sleep.”


to future michael,

this is your backup mix because god knows you’re gonna get dragged onto the dance floor so you can critique rich’s cha cha slide or some shit. this will suck, i know, but as a groomsman you must rise to the call, young padawan. just try to remember everyone will be drunk on holy matrimony and white wine for them to notice you have no idea how to do the cupid shuffle. gl dude

p.s. try to play carly rae for an hour straight. see if anyone notices. (if they do, marry them on the spot. practice catching the bouquet for this reason only)

- past michael

i had some free time, so i made a silly little richjake wedding reception playlist!! it’s pretty short but you can listen to the playlist on spotify! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

thing-you-do-with-that-thing  asked:

Congrates babe. Can you describe the moment when Dean gave Cas the mixed tape?


Cas narrows his eyes, no doubt suspicious of the way Dean can’t meet his eyes. “What’s this?”


“I don’t understand.”

Dean shifts his weight and clears his throat, then grows impatient and shoves the thing in Cas’ hand. “It’s a tape. I put some songs on it I thought you would like.”

“You did?” Cas still isn’t sure he understands.

“Yeah. I just…your taste in music sucks, you know? So I decided to educate you.”

“Oh.” Cas puts the tape in his pocket and nods, a little sad now. “I see. I’ll do my best to learn these songs.”

Dean sighs and runs a hand over his hair. “That’s not what I…it’s a gift, Cas. I heard some songs, and they made me think of you, and I just…I wanted you to have them.”

Nothing, absolutely nothing, is brighter or more radiant than Cas’ face when he really, truly smiles.

Dean can’t help but grin back, even if he is still a little embarrassed about being so lost on someone that he made a damn mix tape.

message from anon: 179 sounds super fun (with tom obviously because peter is 15 lol)


#179- “first one to make a noise loses.”

i haven’t been adding a gif, but this one needs one.

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


he let out a groan as he tried sliding they keycard into the hotel door. you weren’t helping either. he had you wrapped around his torso, your arms around his neck. he just wanted the damn thing to open. 

it finally opened and he quickly walked into the room, closing the door with his foot as he started kissing your neck again. you guys were in Atlanta to film for homecoming. everyone else was in Jacob’s room, talking. the two of you left, the rest of them joking about how you guys were gonna go hook up, and yet, it happened.

he walked you to the bed before placing you down. he tugged off his shirt, revealing his toned body before tossing it to the side carelessly. your body grew in anticipation as he climbed on top of you before kissing you. his hands traveled down your body as they finally landed on the hem of the shirt, tugging at it.

you leaned up into his body as he tugged the shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra. he tossed it behind his head before kissing at your skin. you held the back of his head, playing with his hair as he left hickies.

“let’s play a game.” you breathed and he looked at you confused.

first one to make a noise loses.” you said and he smirked down at you.

“you’re on.” he said before attaching his lips to yours. you kissed him back as he found the button on your jeans before sliding them down your legs. you kicked them off as he climbed in-between your legs, admiring your body.

it was going to be hard to stay quiet, but you knew you could make him crack. you just had to wait for the perfect timing. 

he leaned down and kissed your lips again, this time he drug your bottom lip out as he pulled away before going to your collarbone. his hands found the waistband of your panties before he put his hands between your skin. you were on fire, you just wanted to touch him. 

you pushed him down on the bed before climbing onto him, straddling his waist. you tugged at his belt before tossing it to the side. you pushed down his jeans, tossing them aside.

you grinded your hips into his as he bit down on his bottom lip to keep him from making a noise. you decided on moving your hands around his body, making him want to lose more and more as every second passed. 

you knew you were going to win, you had this. you leaned forward and tugged on his hair, making him let out a groan. 

you smiled at yourself for making him crack.

“dammit.” he mumbled before flipping you so he was on top.

“you lost, buddy.” you said,”so i don’t know what you think you’re doing.”

“my turn to make you lose.” he said before kissing your neck, working his way down your skin. 

this sucks i know i’m so sorry

chocolate & toothpaste (2/3)

Originally posted by peters-mjs


also I decided to make this a 3 part series sooooo yeah enjoy :)

part one

Tom Holland is my soulmate.

I stare directly forward as my mouth hangs open. I look at my parents to see them staring at me, I nod my head signalling that he was in fact my soulmate. 

“So when are you going to meet him?” My dad says, I look at him in shock.

“Dad, this is Tom Holland we are talking about. The new Spider-Man. I can’t just message him and say Oh hi there Tom, by the way I’m your soulmate, do you want to meet up soon? I can’t do that dad, he’s famous.” I now start to wonder how the hell I’m supposed to get into contact with him.

“I don’t know how I can help you sweetie, all I can do is hope for the best.” My mum says as I walk out of the kitchen heading towards my bedroom.

I fast walk to my room, shutting the door quickly before hopping onto my bed grabbing my laptop. I quickly search up where Tom Holland was right now. Not being stalkerish, but totally being stalkerish. 

Oh this steak tastes nice.


Clicking on the first article that popped up I see that he was in a town not to far from here. Probably about an estimated 4 hour drive, but it would be worth it to meet your soulmate.

Okay well this is too good to be true but i’ll take it. (A/N I JUST WANT THEM TO MEET OKAY LET ME LIVE OUT MY CRINGEY LIFE)

*the next morning (because i want them to meet already lol)*

I bid my parents goodbye as I grab my keys and head out the door. I hop into my car before driving all the way to the area in which Tom was staying. I am able to taste a butter croissant on my lips, which brings as smile to my face as it reminds me of that one video that Tom made.

Before I know it, I reach my destination. I pause for a moment realising that I did not plan this out at all. I mean, he could be anywhere. I whip my phone out and immediately check Instagram to see if there was anyway I could see where he was. 

Luckily for me, Harrison had put on his story that they were in an arcade, only moments ago, and by moments I mean an hour ago. Maybe, just maybe, they will still be there. 

I hop into a taxi and tell him to head to the arcade. I sit and think for a moment, what am I doing…? Did I seriously just drive for 4 hours straight to see Tom Holland who could potentially be my soulmate? Yes, the answer is yes.

I look out the window to see that we were already at the arcade, I hand him the money for the ride, telling him to keep the change before rushing out of the taxi and into the arcade. I run back outside to see a cafe next to it and run in.

“Hi, can I please get a small chai latte?” I ask, panting slightly as I give the barista a smile. 

“That will be $4.50″ I hand her the money before waiting in a booth for my drink. All of a sudden I see two guys walk in, one with his hood up.

My eyes widen as I realise that they were wearing the exact same clothes as Tom and Harrison were in the video on Harrisons story. I slump my shoulders as I stare at them. Wow, Tom looked even more handsome up close.

“Chai Latte?” The barista says, I grab it sitting back down in the booth, pulling my phone out so it wasn’t obvious I was staring at them, although to me it seemed very obvious. When they finish ordering they walk around the cafe trying to find somewhere to sit.

I didn’t even realise how busy it was until they were standing right in front of me. 

“Hi love, sorry to bother you but do you mind if we sit here, There are no more other seats left.” I hear Tom say, I look up at him and give him a nervous smile. 

“Y-Yeah, no problem.” I stutter as I place the chai latte down. They both give me a smile before slipping into the booth on the opposite side of me, conversing back into a conversation as I sit and listen in pretending to be on my phone. 

“It’s weird Haz, I’m surprised I haven’t tasted any of that banana on bread with honey today.” Tom says making me choke on air. He gives me a concerned look but I nod to him, signalling that I am fine. 

Slowly while staring at him, I take a sip of my chai latte. Waiting for a reaction. He pauses mid sentence, licking his lips. 

“I think I taste, ch-chai? I think so.” Then he freezes, turning to me. Both of them do as I sit their sipping my chai latte.

“B-Banana bread girl?” Tom whisper, almost making me burst out into laughter at the nickname. 

“Y-Yeah, that’s me, I guess. Oh and by the way, sorry for ruining your steak last night.”

part three




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Celestial Navigation:  Prison Break

Okay, so here you go!  This is for the Anon who was having a rough time of it like a month or so ago, and I said I’d write this, then got started and couldn’t get it to go anywhere.  It just…sucked.  I don’t know.  I’ve tried to clean it up some, so hopefully, it is fun and will lift Anon’s spirits if they are still out there.  I didn’t forget.  I just had a hard time with this one, so I hope it is remotely close to what you were hoping for.  Anyway, enjoy!  Thanks everyone.  

Summary:  Tony and Rhodey end up in jail because they were protesting Trump.  Steve is very displeased by this. Or, the “No One Puts Baby in Cell” Edition. 

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Happy (early) birthday sister rouge !
Here i little gify gif i made for chu ! After all you really deserved it sisy !
(Sorry if its kinda sucks heh..and yes i know i post it twice its because there was something wrong so yeah sorry…)
Spring look fabulous tho !
I wish you a happy super duper great fantastic wonderfully awesome birthday !! *kissu cheeku*

Spring - @blogthegreatrouge

(P.S can you see the Gif ???…)

Forgot to share here haha :D
Uploaded my Little Nightmares animation to YouTube in better Quality ^^!
And tried myself in doing some music :V …
I suck I know~