like look at all the unnecessary moves and the little jump

Kiss the Girl

Summary: Literally based on The Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl,” Bucky develops a crush on you after seeing you in various of Tony’s soirees, but is too shy to go up to you. 

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up. Hope you all enjoy. This is fluffy af.

Originally posted by adoroituoigrovigli


“It’ll be fun!” Tony had said. And honestly, Bucky felt like punching him, just breaking his nose, or bruising him enough in such a way that he would never suggest this to Bucky again.

How could a room full of drunk, screaming people could be fun? Bucky grimaced, as yet another girl sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes at him. He shook his head and gave her a polite smile.

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Kissing, Interrupted.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?

Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).

Word Count: 1,479

A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.


Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.

For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up. 

Hey, it happens… right?

Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”

Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.

And don’t even get started on boys.

Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.

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Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.3

Still shocked from the total annihilation of our ship and half of our crew, whereas another one was grievously wounded and at death’s door, we retreatet into the field again.
That pitchblack winged avatar of doom wasn’t alone anymore. Hordes of them circled in the sky and stalked through the shredded pieces of our ship, scavenging the mortal remains of our crew, of our comrades, of our friends.
And there was nothing we could do about it. Even with full force, our weapons would barely harm even one of those sick bastards, let alone drive the whole flock away. So all we could do was accept, retreat and reconsider our situation - or going nuts, like Üprrkl, a Pjörecian scientist under command of Dr. Proaxl.
“We’re done for! We all gonna die! Abandon all hope, for there is no chance we’re gonna make it! Our ship - gone! Our supplies - gone! Our respiratory systems - at 35%! Our…”
It was my first mate Xato Nexgrra, who attended to him. Calmly he put his weapon away, crawled over to the shivering, babbling formerly rational man. He sat down before him, showed an understanding glimpse. And hit him full throttle with all fifteen of his whip like limbs right in his face.
“SHUT! THE HELL! UP!”
The scientist, completly taken by surprise, obeyed speechless while rubbing his left face knob.

Dr. Proaxl made a harrumphing noise - how exactly, without a throat, has kept me riddling ever since. I apologised to her.
“I’m afraid one of the ship operating squad under my command laid a hand - or fifteen - on one of your squad members. It shall not repeat.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t apologise. I wanted to thank you, Xato Nexgrra, for I would have slapped him myself if I had arms. It’s no help giving in to despair. We have to focus on surviving, and first in securing treatment for Loxxar Kraes. We were able to stop the bleeding for now, but he indeed won’t make it if we can’t prevent an inflammation of the wound and stop his pain. It’s at dangerous levels right now.”
“J-just leave me behind” coughed the wounded soldier, and it seemed to drain all virtue out of him.
“NO WAY!!!” I had to hold back an emotional shivering, for it was not my words alone, but nine out of ten of us said it in chorus, even the lower ranks went all out and ignored military discipline to decline his demand. Alone Üprrkl didn’t say anything and I didn’t care whether it wasn’t his opinion or he just had accepted to shut the hell up.
Loxxar Kraes barked stertorously and closed his eyes, but his mime told me he felt proud and gratefull of his men and the rest of us.

“Allright, we can’t stay here, we have to move to find shelter, maybe supplies or even medicine. The road is out of the question, those flying spawns of hell would tear us apart. That round fluffy thing from before was at least peaceful when we didn’t try to touch it’s food. So through the woods, it is. Praxx, Rae’krotar, you both carry Loxxar Kraes. Dr. Proaxl and her squad around you, and Xato Nexgrra at the back, Lsrl Krck and Koarl cover the sides, I’ll take the lead. I’d say we follow the course of the road, maybe we find the sentinent life form and can request their help. Weapons alltime at the ready! Let’s go!”

Our formation ranged carefully through the terrain. After some distance, Dr Proaxl closed op to me.
“Loxxar Kraes is a fine soldier. Not many could endure this level of pain that long. But we have to hurry.”
I didn’t answer, just grumbled for myself.
The doc’s nebulous body touched my arm and immediately her voice rang inside of my mind: “Do you believe it would be wise to force contact to this world’s inhabitants?”
Under normal circumstances, this violation of my personal space would be considered grievely rude both in military and social ways, and if this would be any other day, Dr. Proaxl would be the last person in the whole universe who would nonchalantly cross that line. But this was not normal, this was not every other day, and we were not a IFPS ship’s crew anymore, we were cast aways, brothers and sisters who shared a gruesome fate.
And I realised immediatly, she only asked me in mind so the others couldn’t hear it and fuel up their doubts and latent despair.
“Have we any other choice?” I thought.
I didn’t get an answer.

Time was against us, in more than one way. We all knew that Üprrkl had hit the nail on the head. And any stand - the IFPS’ standardized unit of time - brought us nearer to the end - of whatever it might be. We swapped our positions, so everyone had once to carry our wounded companion, but it did’t help the fact all of us grew hungry and tired and slowed down.

“Let’s rest. It’s no use if anyone of us broke down. 20 stands to regain some stamina.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?” asked Koarl.
“I ain’t gonna touch those grains!” yelled Rae’krotar.
We had seen some shadows of what might be those fluffy round beasts or any other lifeform of this planet. But since those shadows didn’t bother to come closer to us, we had no mentionable encounter since the disaster with our ship. And we intended to keep it that way, so we took some detours to avoid getting too near to any scattered grains crossing our path.
“Guys…”
It was Üprrkl. Xato Nexgrra’s slapping had shut him up for quite the time, but eventually he started to murmur his “we gonna die, we gonna starve, we gona suffocate” again and no one had the virtue to slap him again - at least hard enough so it would have any effect. So we decided to ignore him.
“Guys!!!….”
“Just what the heck is your probl… oh.”
“Seems like we gonna be the food.”
Behind our backs, two glowing yellow eyes glanced through the long shadows of the streaks. As I could recall, they were even bigger than that winged black bastard’s ones, and both of them starred at us simultaniously, frontal. The black pupils were narrow slits, and in the cornea we could see our own reflections.
“Those eyes are aligned to create two overlapping fields of view, capable of exact depth perception. It’s a predator!” proclaimed Üprrkl. What an unnecessary piece of information. As if those fangs and claws wouldn’t be self-explanatory. The body of the creature, probaply even bigger than the black flying monsters, huddled up, not in a defending way, but to prepare for a jumping attack. Even if you could only assume the whole size - most of it was covered by the shadows - one could tell the attack was imminent.

Suddenly, the earth shattered.
“KI…KI…KI..HE…KI…KI…KI…” It was a deafening noise, followed by an earthquake. And another one. And another.
“Those are steps!” screamed Üprrkl. Oh I began to hate his constantly uttering of the obvious.
The monster ceased preparing his attack and looked up to the sky. Up to it’s full size and coming one step into the light, it was so frickin’ huge it could have swallod one of us at whole. But there was something even more frickin’ Xaleates damn huge bursting through the tops of the cultivated grass: A giant! A frickin’ gigantic giant! With a head taller than a mountain and limbs longer than our former ship’s supply tunnels, with five appendices at their ends, forming grotesk claws like parts of construction site vehicles.
“AH…THE…U…R…IT… TI… TO… GO… HO…”
The gigantic limb reached for the “smaller” monster’s neck and pulled it upwards. The “little” monsters hung like a sack, obviously devote to its unavoidable fate.
The giant lifted the monster to its breast and hold it firm, then it threw its glance onto us. Parallel eyes! A predator like nothing comparable in the universe!
“OH… IT… U…! I… SA… UR… SHI… CRA… AN… TRY… TO… HE… U… BUT… U… WE… GO…” growled the giant. We were to frightened to move just a single limb, let allone run away. Only Dr. Proaxl - who hadn’t limbs - could move. And she went straight up to the giant, levitating right to his head.
“No! Doctor!” I screamed, but she ignored me.
The giant stared at her with wide opened eyes, studiing its prey to the fullest.
Dr. Proaxl had now reached its head, passed the enormous jaw with teeth big like daggers, meant to crush anything between it. Then she went straight for a single prominent knob in the middle of the giant’s face - and touched it.
The pupils of the giant widened vastly as Dr. Proaxl entered its mind.
“Oh, what pleasant surprise!” her voice chimed down to us. “It’s this world’s  sentinent inhabitant. It’s willing to help us. And it’s a pup.”

anonymous asked:

Steph. There's a post going around arguing that our John doesn't love Sherlock but despises him (it's not an anti johnlock post tho) and it made me ridiculously sad. Can you give some examples of John loving Sherlock? :( It really bothered me

Yeah, Nonny, I saw that one too. While I can understand where the argument lies, Uhhhh I just don’t see it the way they do. I’ve written a similar meta before, but I never broke it down before. This isn’t all of them, just a short little list…for instance:

  • FIRST OF ALL: JOHN’S BLOG. If I didn’t know that it was official, I would have thought it was a fan-site. It’s terribly romantic and John essentially fawns over Sherlock in almost every entry. Read especially the entries done during the hiatus. They’re… just… JOHN, PLEASE.
  • Martin’s acting. Just, every time John is around Sherlock, his face does 300 different emotions, but the most blatant is lust / adoration / incredulity. 
  • Anytime the show is in John’s POV, it’s just… Sherlock is this ethereal being that John “can look but not touch”.
  • THE FUCKING PILOT. Just… The whole Pilot. John is literally one step away from jumping Sherlock in a back alley. And the really gay rooftop music. Just. Listen to that and be amazed at how gay that is. That’s ALL from John’s POV. AND John had this look on his face:
  • ASIP:
    • John had a limp until Sherlock came into his life and gave it new meaning.
    • John has trust issues – Mycroft confirms this and says John doesn’t trust easily – yet for some reason he was okay with Sherlock. “And the madman himself? He’s fascinating.”
    • He hits on Sherlock the first night. Granted this isn’t a sign of love, but dear god John had no idea that one little thing and rejection would start his endless pining.
    • Laughing against the wall together, and in awe at Sherlock curing his limp.
    • The eye sex. Good god, the eye sex. 
    • He stands up to Mycroft DEFENDING Sherlock and he has no idea who Mycroft is or what he’s capable of.
    • Even though he didn’t know Sherlock that long, he ran after Sherlock when the phone pinged.
    • He killed a man for Sherlock after knowing him for only about 24 hours, and had no guilt about it.
  • TBB
    • His PIN is “SHER”. Like at this point he’s only known Sherlock for a couple months and he already changed his PIN to “SHER”???? COME ON, JOHN, PLEASE.
    • He goes after Sherlock rather than protect Soo Lin, because he is worried Sherlock will hurt himself.
    • Spends his whole date with Sarah thinking about and talking to Sherlock. He constantly checks over his shoulder to see Sherlock’s reactions to literally everything.
    • And this was all after he just constantly lingers his gaze over Sherlock for the first half of the episode.
    • Eye sex.
  • TGG
    • He has incredible guilt about the blog post that causes the Yard to make fun of Sherlock.
    • “I thought you would have been flattered”. Literally John is hurt that Sherlock seemingly doesn’t like his blog. They had a fucking DOMESTIC because of a BLOG POST and John’s hurt feelings. Hashtag MARRIED.
    • John races back to Baker Street from Sarah’s AFTER SHE’S SUGGESTIVE WITH HIM just to make sure Sherlock is okay.
    • John’s jealousy towards Jim flirting with Sherlock.
    • *sighs* EYE SEX.
    • John was willing to kill The Golem for Sherlock.
    • John, strapped to a bomb vest, took an opening and grappled and held on tight to Moriarty, told Sherlock to run. Essentially, he was willing to sacrifice his body to a slurry of gunfire and an explosion if only Sherlock would be safe from Moriarty.
    • “People would talk.” Why does that concern you so much, John.
    • Then, John was willing to die with Sherlock, without hesitation. They shared one single look and it was done.
  • ASiB
    • John’s jealousy throughout the entire episode; he wouldn’t be jealous if there wasn’t some latent pining.
    • MORE eye sex and toffee eyes, or John looking like a kicked puppy for half the episode because he is sad that Irene seems to have taken his place.
    • John essentially gives up dating in this episode.
    • John goes on a case for Sherlock because Sherlock was too lazy to go on his own.
    • John checking out Sherlock in a sheet. 
    • Followed by them being silly.
    • The unnecessary tackle.
    • John had a date the night that Irene drugged Sherlock, but John stayed home to take care of Sherlock instead. Oh and the bum pat. JOHN, PLEASE.
    • John’s concern about Sherlock’s danger night has him teaming up with both Mrs Hudson and Mycroft.
    • John decided to try to pick up Sherlock again, only to be cock-blocked by Irene.
    • Even though he was with Jeanette, John consistently pays more attention to Sherlock at Christmas, eventually driving Jeanette to call John out on his obsession with Sherlock, naming Sherlock as her “competition”.
    • Irene knows EXACTLY what John likes. 
    • John confronts Irene and tells her to tell Sherlock she’s alive, because he hates seeing Sherlock upset; he thinks Sherlock was grieving about her, and not over his confused feelings John.
    • Irene essentially tells John HE LOVES SHERLOCK. She compares herself to him, AND JOHN DOESN’T DENY IT, but silently acknowledges that yes, he and Sherlock are a couple.
    • John wants to talk about what happened at Battersea, but Sherlock denies him because Sherlock’s scared of his own feelings and thinks he’s protecting John from Moriarty by keeping him at arm’s length.
    • John thinks Sherlock would be hurt to discover that Irene is for-real dead this time, so he chooses to lie, because John doesn’t want Sherlock to go into a sad fit again. John chose the “kinder” option, and then gives Sherlock what he wants when he asks for the phone even though it is not allowed.
  • THOB
    • John goes on a holiday with Sherlock. Just… they go on a holiday. There’s no argument about it, just… they go.
    • John doesn’t deny that he and Sherlock are together when the Innkeeper assumes they are together, rather he deflects, because it’s too close to the truth.
    • John pulls rank to show off to Sherlock for a change.
    • The cheekbones and the coat collar, essentially revealing that he stares at Sherlock all the time.
    • John forgives Sherlock for his brashness, experimentation, and ignorance of John.
  • TRF
    • Eye sex.
    • Another “people will talk” comment when they hold hands, and THEN John still holds onto Sherlock’s sleeve while Sherlock is babbling on.
    • John’s anger at both Kitty and Jim, defending Sherlock’s honour.
    • The rooftop exchange between the two and John’s unwavering faith in Sherlock (“I know you for real”).
    • John’s complete breakdown at seeing Sherlock dead.
    • The graveyard. Fuck.
    • Seriously, THE GRAVEYARD IS THE MOST BLATANT SCENE IN S2.
  • MHR 
  • TEH
    • John physically goes to Baker St. to “move on”. John couldn’t, in 2 years, bring himself to stay at Baker Street because it reminded him too much of Sherlock. Mrs Hudson calls him out on how he was “after” and John doesn’t say anything. Then he is angry about the comment that they were a couple because THEY WEREN’T. He blames himself for Sherlock’s death. 
    • To “move on”, John jumps into a relationship to get over Sherlock believing that his miracle would never come, only to have Sherlock come back at the worst moment and Mary manipulate John into a proposal.
    • Donde Estas, Yolanda? This song pretty much is John’s heart speaking.Actually, most of the music selection is really very “John” and his inner turmoil of trying to understand if he should try to make a move on Sherlock. Music in Sherlock is always important; it’s always projecting the feelings of either John or Sherlock on a subtextual level.
    • More eye sex.
    • John returning to Baker Street on his own, before the bonfire, dressed in his old outfit… It’s the only time in the whole episode he dresses like “pre-S3” John"… And his oscillation on the pavement and all that. 
    • And John’s RETURNS to 221b a second time. Because he can’t stay away.
    • I know it doesn’t look like it, but John forgave Sherlock.
    • “I was hooked. He’s like a drug.” JOHN, PLEASE.
    • #SherlockLives means #JohnWatsonLives. JOHN H. WATSON, PLEASE.
  • TSo3
    • SURPRISE! More eye sex and toffee eyes.
    • Stag night, pretty much all of it. It’s clear John is trying to loosen Sherlock up to make him more receptive to John’s advances. John tries to hit on Sherlock one more time before the marriage, but Sherlock was too drunk to understand what was happening. John assumes, with finality, that Sherlock doesn’t want him that way.
    • The obviously staged tumble forward to grab at Sherlock’s knee, followed by, “I don’t mind” and an indifferent shrug.
    • “I’m there if you want it.”
    • John’s first reaction to Sherlock’s adorable confusion after the best man speech was to hug Sherlock; he loves him so much that he is very moved by Sherlock’s admission to the whole of the room to how much John means to Sherlock. John even cried beforehand, and you can just SEE his FUCKING FACE glow every time he looks at Sherlock.
    • John ALSO grabs and holds Sherlock’s neck not once but twice in this episode.
    • John cluing in at the end of the episode that Sherlock does indeed feel something more for John when they share a look, and not being able to deal with his mistake, so he no-homo’d out of there because it hurt too much.
  • HLV
    • Only a month into their marriage, John is having wet dreams about Sherlock, and is visibly disappointed when Sherlock is not the one at the door.
    • John contacts Mycroft when Sherlock is overdosed.
    • Only to kick him out shortly after because he is upsetting Sherlock.
    • He tries to make Sherlock laugh and succeeds.
    • John’s jealousy once again, this time over Janine.
    • John’s longing looks to Sherlock.
    • John’s subtle “I want to come, too” when Sherlock mentions the case.
    • When John is searched at the flat, he makes a joke about his dick IN FRONT OF SHERLOCK to another man.
    • John’s immediate reaction to Sherlock being shot.
    • John’s off-screen acceptance to let Sherlock show him the truth about his murderer.
    • Mary knew that John loved Sherlock. It’s the whole reason she needed Sherlock gone, because John was starting to stray.
    • She didn’t want John to name the baby.
    • “John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You’re abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people.” [x]
    • Not really confirmed, but fandom assumes John left to stay at Baker Street during the 6 months we haven’t seen to care for Sherlock.
    • John’s acceptance at Sherlock’s plan for Appledore, even though it’s Christmas.
    • John not even flinching at the “damsel in distress” line.
    • John begrudgingly allowing himself to be flicked in the face just because Sherlock begged him to.
    • John’s horrified expression when Sherlock kills someone for him.
    • The Tarmac Scene, pretty much the whole thing. It’s set up like Casablanca’s plane scene, and John knows he has to let Sherlock go; he fumbles to find the right words to say to Sherlock. John, though, knew exactly what Sherlock was going to / wanted to say, and I think it hurts him that Sherlock never admitted his feelings.
  • TAB 
    • Because this episode takes place entirely in Sherlock’s head, I don’t think we should really include it in this list, but I’m going to anyway, since Sherlock actually picked up on John’s love for him. He knows that John will accept him regardless of his faults if he confessed his love for him. I think this is why S4 doesn’t sit right with me, because it completely diverted from this HUGE revelation that Sherlock had made in TAB.
    • Sherlock understands that John will always choose him, in the end. Again, another thing that makes S4 so OOC.
    • Also something that should be noted, running on the assumption that the modern scenes may possibly be real, John is concerned about the overdose and the fact that it could kill Sherlock.
    • Mycroft’s plea to John signifies that Myc knows about how much John cares for Sherlock.

And these are a crapshoot, because the whole series did a 180˚ with the narrative and John’s character. I’m so angry because I don’t believe for one second John would choose Mary over Sherlock. Anyway, here goes:

Granted, it gets less and less obvious in S3 and S4; S3 because I believe that we are in Sherlock’s POV and he perceives his relationship with John differently, and in S4 because I believe that S4 is a false narrative and it literally took great pains to keep them separated for some stupid reason.

Finally, I’ve also written about why John loves Sherlock in past posts, because of similar discourse:

I hope all of these help you feel better, Nonny, and please, everyone, I most likely will have missed many-a-point, so please add to them – I study Sherlock’s character more than John’s, so I have a harder time seeing John’s cues!

Haunting Me (Chap. 3)❤️

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader 

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Kidnapping. Major feels. 

72 Hours Earlier

Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he had seen the girl in front of him before. Maybe it wasn’t from face to face encounters, but he had in fact seen you. It started with the mission briefing he was given two days ago.

Pierce sat in front of him with that sly, devilish smile of his that made Bucky’s skin crawl. He opened the manilla folder in his hands and began reading everything about his mission, especially his target.

“The man you saw on the bridge earlier is a menace and needs to be terminated as soon as possible. Do you understand, soldier?” Bucky nodded silently. His eyes were focused on the picture in front of him, memorizing any necessary details. It was crucial for him, as he was expected to complete his missions without any unnecessary casualties.

“You see this woman, James?” Pierce pulled out another picture and held it in his face. It wasn’t a formal photograph by any means, it looked as if someone had snapped the picture of you as you walked about, doing your day to day things. The older man’s eyes watched Bucky’s closely, studying his face for any signs of reactions.

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he took in all of your features, especially your skin tone. You were quite beautiful, no doubt. Hydra had attempted numerous times to purge out any sort of unnecessary ways of thinking, especially the sense of attraction. Fortunately, as much as he was tortured, they failed to do just that he guesses.

“After you get rid of him, I want you do something…a bit unorthodox. A bit different from what you’ve done in the past.”

His eyes flickered between the picture and the man. Every time he asked him to do something “unorthodox” it usually meant something along the sadistic lines. The only time he was asked to do this was when he tortured a target. He didn’t enjoy that one bit. 

“I want you to find this girl, James,” he explained, peering down at him. 

“And I want you to impregnate her. By any means necessary.”

You shifted awkwardly as he studied your face. 

You felt like he was staring into your soul, into your very being and you felt so exposed. You were used to men staring at you sometimes, even if they were just giving you side glances, but the way this man was staring at you made you feel so hot in the face. 

“I think you must be mistaken, s-sir,” you stuttered. They must’ve really brainwashed him for him to believe something like that. You felt a pang of guiltiness as you thought about it. The poor man must have been abused in so many horrible ways for him to be having the delusions.

“But I-I’m only twenty two years old. Maybe you knew someone who looked like m-”

His eye twitched at your words and he ran a hand over his face in frustration. You immediately shut your mouth at his actions. He let out a growl before looking back at you. 

“I knew you,” he demanded. “I don’t know how, but I did. I saw you in my head after you cursed at me on the bridge.” 

Your eyes widened once again. You didn’t say it out loud, but he was probably having hallucinations. It was the only reasonable answer, but something struck you that he wasn’t the reasonable type. Not by a long shot. 

“Okay then…” you trailed off, looking around the room. You felt yourself shiver uncontrollably. It was freezing in the room, especially since the heat hadn’t been turned on yet and it was cold as ice outside by now. The sun had gone down all the way now and you were for sure that you were in the middle of nowhere. 

That’s when the sudden realization kicked in and you found yourself slowly starting to panic. You were trapped in here with this man, far away from the protection of Steve and the police. You didn’t see your purse anywhere in the room, meaning your phone was gone, along with your medication. 

Uh oh. 

You felt your chest begin to tighten, followed by the feeling of lightheadedness. Little black dots began to dance around your eyes, causing everything to blur. You mentally scolded yourself as you felt your breathing becoming uneven. You had struggled with anemia your entire life. Especially now, as an adult, you were having so many issues with battling it. Your doctor had prescribed you Iron pills which you were to take in cases like these, but of course, your pills were in your purse. 

Which was probably sitting in a random person’s possession right now. 

Bucky, noticing your state, leaned forward and placed the back of his hand onto your forehead. You weren’t running a fever, but you were reacting in a strange manner. He had no clue what was happening, he hoped you weren’t in any mortal trouble. 

“Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes wide as he watched you sway from side to side. You slumped over, but immediately, he caught you in his arms. Your head lolled onto his shoulder. 

He placed a hand onto your back, feeling along your clothed body until it was resting in a specific position. “Shit!” he muttered, before lying you on your back. He began untying your shoes, pulling the strings from the lace until they were loose enough for him to slide off of your feet. Once they were off, he reached froward and began unbuttoning your jeans. 

“N-No!” you gasped, causing him to jump and shift his gaze over to your horrified expression. “Get away!” you cried, pushing his hands away from your body. You tried to wiggle your legs in hopes of kicking him back, but in one move, he held your legs still with his metal arm.   

Bucky looked over at you, his face set in an extremely unhappy frown. “I’m not going to…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing why you were panicking. It wasn’t usual for him to feel guilt, but he felt it at that moment and it frightened him to no end. Who was this mysterious girl that caused him to react this way?

“You’re anemic,” he explained, although he was positive you already knew. “You need to get as much air as possible, along with any source of iron. You’re having an attack right now, which can last no more than thirty minutes without medical attention.” 

You were beyond shocked at his words. How did he know all these things? Anemia was a bit hard to spot unless you were a doctor. That meant, among the many things they taught him, they wired some medical training as well. 

You felt your chest tightening, sending you into a further panic. You hated feeling this way, the last attack you had was in fourth grade and it was borderline traumatizing. 

Bucky reached forward again, slower this time, and began unbuttoning your jeans slowly. You whimpered as he slowly tugged the material down your thighs, before discarding them to the side. He then made his way to the flannel you were wearing and began unbuttoning each of the little buttons and sliding the material off your body, leaving you in a small under tank top. 

He gently placed his hands on your side and rolled you over until you were lying on your side. You tried to inhale as much as possible, but without the medication, you knew you weren’t getting much rest tonight. 

Another shiver crept through your body, goosebumps forming along your body as the fall temperatures filled the room. You felt Bucky place the bed comforter onto your body, before standing once again. 

You had no idea what he was doing. You thought that maybe he was just going back to the table and occupy himself, but instead you felt the bed beside you dip from the weight of him. You felt your hands being pulled in front of you, causing you to open your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” you tugged your arms, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. He wrapped his flesh hand around your wrists as he placed one of your shoelaces around them and tied them into a knot. You winced, staring up at him in shock. 

“I’m making sure you don’t leave,” he said nonchalantly, his face void of all emotion. “I’m not finished with you yet.” 

You let out an angry sigh and yanked your wrists away with as much force as you could muster. “Well, I’m finished with your bullshit!” you spat. His eyes widened at your sudden courage. 

“I’ve been kidnapped, shot at, beaten and held captive against my will by you! The least you could do is treat me with some kind of decency! Why are you such a prick?” you couldn’t stop the string of insults that poured from your mouth no matter how hard you tried. You knew you messed up as soon as you saw his eye twitch. 

For some reason, he didn’t move. Or speak.

 He only stared at you, his eyes wide. 

1940

“Why are you such a prick?” 

You picked up the nearest object closest to you and launched it at your boyfriend’s head. The small container of blush landed right in his face, shattering all over his suit. You turned around in search of something else to throw, but you felt yourself being spun around forcefully. 

“Y/N, I swear on my life, I wasn’t flirting with that girl!” Bucky exclaimed. He tried to touch your cheek, but you moved away quickly. 

“Really?” you spat, your eyes narrowed. “Then why was she all over you? Why didn’t you stop her?” 

You and he had just come back from your first date, which consisted of the two of you driving out of town to another city and going to a drive-in. You knew there would be some friction because of your skin color, but when you pulled into the driveway, people started staring shamelessly. No matter how much you begged Bucky, he refused to leave. 

And to make matters worse, when he left the car to get snacks, he was immediately stopped by some brunette who was shamelessly hanging on his arm. Instead of turning her down, you watched as he laughed at all her little jokes and even gave her a hug. 

You were pissed. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his tone becoming significantly softer. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him. He hated when you shut him out, especially since you two were together now. 

Bucky let out a small laugh, walking towards you with a dorky grin. You scoffed, eyeing him out the corner of your eye. Was he serious? Did he really think that little of your relationship?

“What is so funny?” you asked, glaring at him. 

Bucky bit back the grin that threatened to form on his face as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He bent down so that he was eye level with you and looked deep into your eyes. 

“Sugar,” he chuckled. “That girl was my sister, Rebecca.” 

Immediately, you felt so embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan. You tended to overreact at times, your mother always told you it would be the death of you. She was right. 

Bucky let out another laugh at your flushed face and pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you close. 

“I’m so sorry!” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Don’t be, doll,” he replied, pulling away from you. He peered down at your smaller self and smiled down at you. He pried your hands away from your face, revealing you. 

“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Rebecca really, really wants to meet you.” 

“Are you alright?” you asked, waving your hand in front of Bucky’s face. 

He inhaled sharply, blinking away the memory that burned into his brain. He was right, he knew you. Just like he knew Steve. But the real question was, how on earth did you get here? 

Were you frozen as well? That was highly unlikely, as he would’ve known about it at one point. It was highly illogical, but maybe -just maybe- you were immortal. But that didn’t explain your memory loss. How were you not remembering as well. 

“Bucky?” you found yourself saying. His eyes snapped back to you at the sound of his name leaving your lips for the first time. You looked the same, from the frown on your face, to the length of your hair. How was this possible? 

“You’re really starting to worry me-”

“Jane,” Bucky spoke, his voice full of emotion. You cocked your head to the side.

Your name was Jane and you loved to wear red lipstick.” 

Alexander Pierce knew many things in this world. 

He knew that President Kennedy would’ve shaped the century if he had lived, he would’ve created a revolution for mutants. He knew that aliens did exist, also that there was life among other galaxies. He knew every dirty little secret the United States had swept under the rug, far away from the public’s knowledge. 

But one thing he didn’t know, was how on earth Y/N Y/L/N was not only alive, but the same exact age as 1942. To his knowledge, you weren’t put in a cryo chamber, or even accidentally frozen with Rogers. You died of lung cancer, for fuck’s sake. How the hell did you manage to leapfrog through time as well as Rogers and Barnes? 

Looking back on your medical history, you had nothing out of the ordinary. You were anemic, allergic to strawberries, and suffered from mild headaches sometimes, but that was it. Hell, you hadn’t been to the doctor in a few years, that’s how good your health was. So what gives? 

That’s when he started flipping through your family history. Your family wasn’t anything special, archives went all the way to the late 1800′s before they stopped. Pierce rubbed his temples as he stared down at the many papers scattered before him. 

The mission he gave Barnes was simple, but now that he went rogue and completely went MIA, he wasn’t so sure if his decisions were adequate. If he succeeded, you would be with child in no time. 

In the past Hydra had failed to create another Winter Soldier with lab work. The serum only worked in every one in a million chance, which was far too risky for him. Instead, he figured, maybe Hydra wouldn’t have to create another soldier. Barnes could. 

Not just any woman could be chosen. It had to be you. It was odd that you had popped up just in time, but your DNA was somewhat abnormal than others. Pierce was absolutely sure of it, but you had no idea as of now. 

You were a mutant. 

You could reincarnate yourself at will. 

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Find You (Part 4)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them.

Word Count: 1,364

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Ahhh things are getting more exciting :D I hope you all enjoy! Please let me know ^^ 

Originally posted by gliceria


The woman smiles at Bucky as he calls out to her, as if she knew that he was going to approach her. Bucky gives her an uneasy grin and clears his throat. He’s opening his mouth to tell her something when she thrusts a business card out at him.

“I have an appointment I have to attend right now,” she says, not waiting for Bucky to say anything else. And Bucky feels a shiver go through him. She knew too much, and when she stared into his eyes it was like she was looking at the deepest parts of him. It unsettled him. “You can call me next week and we can settle an appointment.”

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the posh boy problem

you are at part one.

part two: the posh boy solution

also available on: AO3

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Posh boy left his mug on the papers again. It will leave a rim on the sports section.

John goes over to the living room table. Then he stops in his tracks. It’s happened again, hasn’t it? More and more often he finds himself giving Sherlock silly petnames in his head. He was never a friend of those, can hardly explain why he is doing it now – in his own thoughts – but something about it calms and provokes him at the same time. He picks up the half-emptied mug of cold tea and thinks this over on his walk to the kitchen sink.

He likes Sherlock. He knows this, has known this for literally ages. That he likes him, and that he likes him in a way that Sherlock most definitely won’t find appealing. Sexually. There, he said it. In his head, of course, never out loud. But Sherlock, with his many frustrating qualities, of which many where outrageously attractive to John, is practically forcing him to feel provoked. Those feelings then lead to … petnames, apparently. He’s had stranger coping mechanisms before.

In his head greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, those wonderful mornings where Sherlock has actually slept and still looks all soft and not quite awake. He calls him genius when he is being too clever again and doesn’t notice, calls him pretty man and silly git and sweetheart when he’s feeling like it, and, of course, posh boy. He doesn’t even know what it is about that one in particular, but he finds that to be the worst. For his sexual frustration, that is. Every time it comes up in his head, which is more and more often, it fuels his imagination vividly. So much that it has even made it to his bedroom and he has dreams, half-asleep, half-awake, about teaching posh boy a lesson, getting posh boy a little dirty, treating posh boy a little rough. These are all terrible thoughts. Because they will stay just as imaginary and sexually frustrating. Posh boy won’t love him back, after all.

One morning Sherlock sits in front of his microscope on the kitchen table. He hasn’t moved for at least two hours. Nothing unusual. In fact, it was how they spend most of their Sundays now. John doesn’t really date anymore, and even if he did, he would not trade these days for anything. They have fallen into this pattern a while ago, the pattern of staying in on lazy Sundays, waking up later and waiting for the other to have breakfast together. Now Sherlock occupies himself with some experiment on maggots and fingers (John doesn’t even ask) and John is sitting in his chair. He is reading a novel about an incredibly clever and cunning explorer who kind of reminds him of Sherlock (he can’t help it, as much as he would like to). Being absorbed in the book, he is confused at first when Sherlock calls him from the kitchen.

“John?”

“Hmh?”

With Sherlock this is either going to be of highest importance or an absurdly unnecessary request.

“Care to pass me my phone?”

John sighs loudly. The latter. Thought so.

“Where is your phone?”

“Breast pocket.”

With his eyes rolling at the ceiling John puts a bookmark in his book, places it on the table next to him and gets off his chair. Walking into the kitchen, he murmurs under his breath.

“I see posh boy’s being a lazy butthead again…”

He takes the phone out of Sherlock’s breast pocket and holds it out for him. But instead of taking it and paying no more attention to him, Sherlock is suddenly staring at him like his face was on fire. John frowns at him. Sherlock, in turn, raises one brow.

“Posh?”

John’s eyes widen in shock and his heart jumps once in his chest and then stops, he thinks, just stops, and he wants to melt and become one with the floorboards. This is bad.

“I’m not posh,” Sherlock complains.

He must notice how John is only blushing more deeply. How? How did he say that out loud without noticing? How the bloody hell could he?

John clears his throat and decides to go along with it. There is no more turning back from here on anyway.

“You… are, actually. Just look at you, you with your… cheekbones. Your… perfectly tailored suits, your annoying British accent and deep voice-”

“We all have British accents.”

“I know!” John is enormously embarrassed, and he feels that if he doesn’t take a long walk right now, he will punch something to calm his inner unsettlement. “I need air.”

But Sherlock isn’t finished. “If anything, you are the posh one, John.”

“Hah! How so, Sherlock Holmes? Have you looked at yourself?”

“Have you looked around this flat in the past years? There are piles of magazines in the corners of every room, there is a Cluedo board pinned to the wall by me, I leave my things wherever I please, the kitchen is a mess of syringes and human body parts – an organised and well structured mess if you know where to look, but not the point right now – and I am currently examining maggots. In contrast to this you, John Watson, are a doctor, you wear your chequered shirts buttoned up to your chin, you’ve lived a clean life not suffering from a drug addiction, have had girlfriends and relationships and altogether live as part of the middle-class society in Central London. You wish for a wife and children and probably a German Shepard and a house in the suburbs, or at least that’s what you think you want, so tell me, John: How am I the posh one?”

John has a hard time finding a response to this that doesn’t only consist of loose vowels. It takes him a good minute, but Sherlock is oddly patient with him.

“First of all,” he manages then, “ I don’t think I want a wife and children, thank you very much. And maybe… maybe I’m not that serious when I call you things like that.”

“So why do you?”

“What?” John’s heart began beating faster once more. He’s so tense.

“Why do you call me a posh… boy?”

Oh fuck, hearing those two words spoken out loud and together and out of Sherlock’s mouth, for God’s sake!

“I- I don’t. Why- why should I even tell you? You read my mind all the time, can I not be allowed to keep this one thing to myself for once?!”

Sherlock narrows his eyes and observes him from head to toe. Oh please no. “No, that’s not it.”

“Alright, you know what? It’s you. Okay? It’s your fault! You just make me so angry all the time. No, don’t- don’t look at me like that.”

Sherlock’s eyes have gone wide and very blue. He looks genuinely hurt by this. Scared even. Scared at what John would say next, what this would mean for them. John feels and shares his pain, and he hates himself for every word he has ever said that would make Sherlock look like this. He is vulnerable and human, after all. Even if he tries to convince everyone around him that he isn’t, John has to stop falling for Sherlock’s own defence mechanism.

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… what you said. There’s no wife and there is no house in the suburbs for me, Sherlock. I just can’t see it. But I see this.” He means Baker Street, means 221B, means … Sherlock. “This life. With you.”

Sherlock’s eyes are still so very blue. He wants to lose himself in them.

“And that makes you angry?” Sherlock asks.

“What? No. I’m just. Forget it.”

John finally has the courage to turn around and go, or maybe he lacks the courage to face him and stay, but either way he walks back into the sitting room, prepared to put on his jacket and leave the house for at least two hours. Sherlock jumps up and follows him.

“John! Wait. We never say what we want to say.”

John swirls around, his mouth a thin line of held back emotions. He stands close to the door. Ready to flee. “And what do you wanna say?”

Sherlock takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, there is courage in the one and fear in the other.

“Me too.”

“Sorry?”

“Me too. I see this, too. Us. This life we share.”

John bites the insides of his mouth because his whole skin feels hot with disbelief and wonder and hope, oh god, so much hope that he doesn’t let himself own.

“What?” he asks instead, going for a weak smile, “You don’t see yourself with a wife and children?”

Sherlock huffs a laugh. “No. Weirdly I don’t.”

They smile at each other.

“So ‘posh boy’,” Sherlock says after a while, “is actually about…?”

“Me being an ungrateful moron? Me never saying what I should say before it’s too late? Me trying to get my anger at all of this under control? Yes. Yes, I suppose it is.”

Sherlock looks down at the spot between his feet. He’s thinking. But not as he usually is, not fast and calculating and mechanical. He’s thinking about the right thing to do. The things he has always wanted to do, but never thought it to be right or appropriate or good for them.

“I can wait for you to figure this out.”

“Wait for me?”

“As long as you need, John. We both agreed, didn’t we? Both of us don’t plan on leaving or getting married and reproduce anytime soon, so.”

“You don’t like waiting,” John points out, but he is already incredibly relieved and impressed by Sherlock’s words.

“No, I don’t. But I like you.”

John doesn’t flee to take an hour-long walk that day. He would never trade a lazy Sunday with Sherlock Holmes, after all. Sherlock continues with his experiment, and John reads. Later they watch telly together and Sherlock yells at the incompetent game show host on BBC One. He said he could wait till John figures this out, whatever this is. But maybe they both don’t have to wait that long. Maybe, just maybe, posh boy could actually love him back.

…to be continued…

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The Wrong Tickets

Summary: Your friend buys plane tickets for the two of you, but she accidentally makes you sit apart from each other. That means you have to sit next to a stranger

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,820 words

Warning: Swearing, Fluff 

Originally posted by seabasschino

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Write me another story

Write me a world where Love is to Love, not blood and quarreling and bitterness

Write me a world where a Godfather is worth more than an aunt who neither cares nor loves

Write a world with justice

Write me a world where someone stopped to listen to Sirius Black.

Write us a world where Mad-eye stood up for Sirius’ chance to defend himself because “it doesn’t matter how it looks, dammit, vigilance goes both ways, you watch your back against the people you fight with but you watch their backs too” where Minerva trusted her gut “I don’t know, Albus, remember those boys…” where Dumbledore used his political clout and paid attention and made a difference

Write me a world where there was time in the rejoicing of the aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat to stop and, not recoiling in horror from betrayal and murder and a decimated corpse, locking it up and throwing away the key, to take it and examine it and think for a second before destroying another life

Write me a world where a young man, terrified and heartbroken and completely lost, is handed a new world and a tiny human life as he walks out of Ministry security

Write me a world where a one-year-old laughs for the first time in a week when he sees his godfather, who comes for dinner every thursday night and throws him highest in the air - even higher than daddy - where is daddy - begins to whimper then laughs again when Sirius picks him out of Minerva’s arms

Write me a Deep Magic written into a stronger, stranger, older bond than DNA, a Dumbledore who sits his old pupil down in his office (with Snape - eyes red and face haggard - and Minerva and Flitwick standing behind) and sits down between them on the desk this child who wraps one tiny chubby hand around one of each of their fingers and grips tight; A Dumbledore who explains as best he can to an exhausted starving 21-year-old “Sirius, Harry’s mother gave her life for son… you are his Godfather and the one they both loved the most, will you love Harry like they did, will you protect him? Because I believe -” And a Sirius Black who cannot shut up (Sirius Black never could shut up), who blurts “YES yes of course please Dumbledore let me look after him, he’s mine now, its my job - I’m sorry I should have - my fault, it’s my (Minerva steps forward and lifts a hand towards his shoulder - he cannot stop saying my fault since it happened) - and, when Harry starts to whine again at the distress in his voice - “dear Merlin he’s soaking why has no-one changed him yet, I’m sorry, lil’ man -” (and Minerva lets the hand fall).

Write me a new visitor at the Weasleys’ that night, because “really, Sirius, you can’t keep him there now the place is freezing and trust me dearie I’ve got seven already one more bottle won’t make a difference now go and have a shower and NO I won’t hear of it you are STAYING THE NIGHT now look Bill dear, yes, he’s Harry, you’re right, no, a bit younger than Ron, I think, that’s right Sirius dear isn’t it, he’s…” but Sirius has already gone for a shower and the hot water rushes down his back like pure relief that finally, finally, here’s something like normality and finally, finally, he lets himself cry for his best friends, for his brother, for one more orphan in the world.

Write me a broken man with red eyes and a child who is only happy because he doesn’t understand, but a boiled egg is the best thing either of them could have possibly seen on that night.

Write me a Remus who appears in the middle of the chaos which is egg-and-soldiers-night at the Weasleys’ with a bang that sends the children shrieking and grabs his friend and hugs him tight “damn you damnyoudamnyoutohell Black don’t you ever ever do that to me again where’s Harry” and they both break down again and Molly scolds him for swearing and makes them a cup of tea and Arthur chases the children up to bed and they all sit down in the living room and take stock of this new world and try to tell themselves that now the children will grow up safe, that this is what Prongs and Lily were fighting for.

Write me a Minerva who goes to the Potters’ - and a Hagrid who absolutely insists on ‘helping her’ - and extracts what she can from the rubble and grim-facedly leaved the rest with the wizards who’ve come to begin the clearout and they bring Harry’s cot and blanket (miraculously, somehow, only just a little singed) to the Weasleys’ that very night. Write me a Sirius Black who holds a cup of tea (he never somehow found it in himself to tell Molly he really doesn’t care for tea) tight between his hands and begins to realise slowly (and it will be a slow, slow realisation, but eventually he will get there) that he’s not alone. Write me a Sirius who is exhausted and lost and angry and scared and sad and a room a little too full up of friends and family, and write me hope.

Write me a Harry who smiles a big grin full of exactly three teeth at Kreacher and a Sirius who swallows hard and resolves that this joyful little person won’t grow up in a house full of hate like he did. Write me a master and house-elf who gradually gradually learn to tolerate each other, over many years and with many a bitten-back word.

Write me a Remus who comes over most nights and spends periods living with his friend and their boy, who helps, with Kreacher a bit (he knows what it’s like to be ignored and marginalized and shunned and if Kreacher knew what Remus really was who knows what he’d say, but there’s something between them nonetheless), with Harry more (here, Padfoot, let me read to him - oh Moony thank Merlin I swear one more time through ‘Percy and his bloody purple wand’ and I’ll” - “ok, shh, give him here, come on Harry-my-lad…” ) and with Sirius a lot. Write me friends who help each other heal, and get used to Muggles confusing them for a couple with a son, and the varied reactions and bizarre questions that entails, and when Remus’ mother finally quietly passes away, he moves in for real. Write me a Remus who insists that he cannot take his friend’s charity, and even with all James’ money in trust for Harry and for Sirius as his guardian and all the Black family fortune going to waste will not be convinced until Sirius reaches out and takes his friend’s hand in both of his and says Remus I need you here - and Remus scoffed because Sirius was always such a drama queen and it’s been long enough now that they can joke about this - but at the same time, it’s not quite a joke, and Remus doesn’t suggest leaving after that.

Write me every Sunday lunch at the Weasleys and Harry round to be babysat whenever Sirius has something to take care of or needs time to himself, and Molly trying to teach Sirius how to change a nappy and realising it’s completely unnecessary because who really thinks Lily Potter would have had Sirius hanging about in her house twice a week hyping up her boy and not making himself useful in the slightest, of course he’d have learnt how to change a nappy.

Write me a Minerva who comes by frequently and has Harry to tea at Hogwarts every so often when he gets a bit older, for James and Lily’s sake and to check that young Black isn’t raising too much of a ragamuffin - and for the most part, she and Molly and Remus between them manage a healthy level of manners in a fairly ordinary 6,8,11-year-old boy.

Write me a Harry and Ron who grow up together, an extra slim (but never skinny) dark-haired, pale (but never unhealthily so) brother to an unruly pack of seven, an overgrown garden to race toy brooms in, gnomes to be bitten by and a mother to scold all her children indiscriminately.

Write me a Sirius who comes to collect his godson in time to stay for tea and Molly who says “look there now Sirius!” and Sirius looks out and sees his boy - easy to spot out of among the five gingers fighting over a broom - break away from the group and jump and swing the old cleansweep under him before he hits the ground and zoom away around the treetops laughing “no hands Fred you gnome-end-sucker!” and Sirius feels something sharp clench in his heart because he looks so like James (and James is never ever going to do that stupid move ever again) so it’s grief, fresh as the first month, but also he is six, how can he already do that jump thing? so it’s also pride and, scariest of all he is six, that language - and he finds there are tears streaming down his cheeks and he can’t speak too well and Molly just sits him down and gives another of her interminable cups of tea (he doesn’t mind them so much now) and pats him on the shoulder, and he glances up and sees that there are tears in the corners of her eyes, too. But he drinks the tea and it passes and by the time the children come in complaining about something and clamouring for cake there’s no sign of anything amiss.

Write me a Harry who grows up with a godfather who makes mistakes, who cries and shakes some nights with flashbacks that overtake him, who never had good parents of his own and isn’t too sure what they look like exactly, but damned if he won’t do all that he can for his friend’s boy - and not even his friends’ boy, either, his boy, his Harry, because really, in the end, what is a godson but a son by another name, and what is blood but love? Write me a Harry who grew up with stories of his parents from anyone who would tell them, pictures around the house (Sirius wonders whether to black Peter out of them, but this house has had enough blacked-out faces, and that was the best part of his life, after all) and no real family, but plenty enough friends to be getting on with.

Write me parties at Christmas with the old Order and their children because if there’s one season Sirius will make an effort for its Christmas and Grimmuld Place is the best venue for things like this. Write me a house too big for just two lads, but more often than not it’s three, (eventually permanently three) and sometimes more, (Hagrid fills up a room himself, every so often in the holidays) and Sirius is never ever used to how much noise and life one 9-year-old boy can instill in the gloomiest of houses, and surely he never had this much energy? (On reflection, yes, he did, definitely, probably more).

Write me a Dumbledore who watches and waits and prays - very un-wizardly habit, that, but he always had his eccentricities - and hopes. He hopes he is right and he hopes against hope that it will never be necessary to test his theories and Voldemort will never return and he hopes that nothing will change. He hopes that he was right to make the choices he did. But when Harry arrives at Hogwarts at the age of 11, healthy and happy and loved, with someone to hug him goodbye at the station and a friend to sit with on the carriage already and a “yes!” fistpump when the hat shouts “GRYFFINDOR!” which - though he will never ever know it, who is to tell him? - is exactly the same gesture his father made when he received the same sorting twenty years ago - when he sits down with a little bit of overawed wonder in the green eyes, which is exactly how his mother looked, and waves to Hagrid, and turns to speak to the bushy-brown-haired girl next to him because she looks even more scared than he feels and Remus told him he should look for someone who looks like that and say hello, and starts to tell her what he plans to write home to his godfather about, and what will she write to her parents, he knows they’ll be so excited to hear about all of this I mean LOOK at it, look at Hogwarts, isn’t this GREAT? (and the very tense Muggle-born girl is relaxed enough to listen to someone else for the first time since Neville introduced himself on the train) - Dumbledore smiles. He won’t know how his choices pan out, and he won’t know what the future holds - but right now (and Minerva, watching the Sorting but with a smile to spare for her young Harry James, so grown up, agrees) it seems like the best that could have been.

Walked In*

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MILD SMUT*

You and Joe have been dating for a little over a year now and you have gotten to know Joe’s family quite well in that time. You and Joe had decided spend a few days in Wiltshire to get away from the busy city life of London and spend time with Joe’s family. 

“What do you two have planed for today?” Graham asked as the three of you sat around the table eating breakfast.

“Not sure really, might just have a walk around town, Y/N’s not seen everything yet” Joe answered his dad’s question. 

“That sounds good to me seeing that we go back to London tomorrow.” You said sadly. Joe was right when he said that you were going to love the country side. 

“Hey we’ll make it back more often this year, I promise. I need to take more time away from YouTube sometimes and what better way than coming over to see Daddy Sugg.” Joe said patting his dad on the shoulder. 

“You guys are welcome anytime you know that and who knows maybe next visit you two will be looking at wedding venues” Graham said causing Joe to choke on his drink. 

“You’re just as bad as the subscribers you know that” You laughed as Joe tired his hardest to control his cough. 

“Cheers dad for almost killing me” 

“Hey it could happen” Graham said before taking the plates off the table and walking them over to the sink. 


The day was coming to an end and you and Joe were sat in a small restaurant watching the sun set through the window. 

“Do we have to go back to London?” You said standing and throwing on your coat. 

“I’m afraid so, we both have work on Monday” Joe said reaching for your hand which you gladly excepted and let him lead you out of the restaurant. 

You frowned at Joe’s words as you walked over to his car. You knew he was right, you had to go back to work on Monday and Joe had a ton of meetings. But you also knew that he meant what he said about coming back more often because, whether Joe admitted it or not, he really missed home. 

“Alright love, where are we off to now? Back to dad’s to chill or we can go to a bar.” Joe said once you two got in his car. 

“Home’s fine, I kind of want to relax, we can watch that movie your dad was going on about last night.” you said smiling over at Joe.

The two of your arrived home and quickly changed yourselves out of your clothes and into something more comfortable and then headed back downstairs to find Graham had already set up the movie along with a few snacks. 

You were woken up by a gentle hand moving across your cheek. Blinking your eyes open, you focused them on the tv screen that was now rolling through the end credits. 

“How long was I asleep for?” You said looking up at Joe.

“Awhile, you maybe saw 15 minutes” Joe laughed lightly as you sat up and rubbed the sleep out eyes. 

“Whoops, I guess the day just caught up with me” You said grabbing hold of Joe’s hand so he could help you off the couch. 

“Well then off to bed it is” He said kissing your temple before turning off the tv and following you up the stairs. 

The two of you did your nightly routine, brushing you teeth, washing your face, the usual things you did before you officially called it a night. You tucked yourself into bed when you heard Joe shout goodnight to his dad who was still downstairs before he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Joe climbed in bed and quickly pressed his lips against yours.

“Joe,” You managed to get out between kisses. 

“Hmmm?” Joe hummed against your lips, before he deepened the kiss by pulling you on top of him. 

You let out a small giggle before placing your lips back on Joe’s. “You’re dads awake.” 

“So?” Joe said running his finger tips over the smooth skin of your bare legs. 

“So stop it” you said pushing his hands off your legs. 

Joe quickly moved his hands back, this time moving them higher up your thigh, “You know,” Joe said looking down at his hands on your skin, “I really like it when you sleep in just my t-shirt” 

“Oh?” You raised and eyebrow up at him. 

“Mhmm” he said reaching up to connect his lips with your again. Joe’s hands traveled from your thighs to your bum giving it a small squeeze as the kiss heated. 

Joe fingers moved themselves underneath the lining your panties working their way back to your core. 

“Joe” You said against his lips.

“Shhh, you’re going to have to be quiet love. My dads awake.” He said sliding a finger along your wet slit. You let out a airy moan when he slid a finger in and out slowly. 

Joe flipped you over so you were laying next to him on the bed, your legs spread apart, his hand still inside your panties working at your core. Joe’s fingers slowed when you heard the stairs creak under the weight of his dad as he climbed up them. Joe pulled his fingers out of you and quickly removed your underwear followed by his own before moving himself over you, his weight held up by his hands.

Joe positionsed himself at you entrance and slowly pushed into you, your hand moving over your mouth to muffle your moan. Joe picked up the pace a little but still kept it slow to avoid any unnecessary noise. 

Joe had only been thrusting into you for a few minutes when there was a quiet knock on the door before it opened slowly which caused both you and Joe to panic. Joe rolled himself off of you just as Graham had fully opened the door. 

“Hey Jo-”

“DAD!” Joe said pulling the duvet up and over the two of you.

You tried to conceal your blush and laughter as you watched Graham jump at the sudden outburst and then realize what he had just walked in on. 

“Oh I’m sorry, sorry. I forgot Y/N was here!” Graham said quickly backing out of the room and shutting the door. 

You started laughing which caused Joe to shoot you a look before his attention was drawn to the sound of his phone receiving a text. He picked it up, reading the message quickly before rolling his eyes and jumping out of bed and pulling on some pants. 

Joe left the room, the sound of footsteps up and down the stairs and muffled voices could be heard before Joe finally emerged back into the room. 

He shut the door behind him before undressing himself again and getting back in bed. You looked over at him watching in the dark as he stared up at the ceiling. 

“Umm, you alright?” You asked after a while of silence.

“Yep, dad just needed help finding something. We had a weird talk that I never thought I’d have to experience that ended with ‘I didn’t see anything by the way’.” 

You let out small giggle at the slight fear in Joe’s voice. 

“What?” He said turning to look at you. 

“I told you.” You said, reaching over the bed to grab your underwear that Joe had tossed to the ground. You tugged them on before curling yourself around Joe, kissing his cheek and resting your head on his chest. 


The next morning was weird. As the two of you got ready to head back to London, you could hear Graham rummaging through the kitchen downstairs and could tell Joe was dreading having to go down for breakfast.

“C’mon Joe, we can’t stay up here all day.” You said taking a seat on the made bed as you watched Joe repack his things for the third time. 

“Maybe we can climb out of the window, it doesn’t seem that high up” Joe said moving to the window after zipping his bag up. 

“You can jump out the window, I’ll be downstairs eating breakfast. Don’t call me when you’re hurt” You said moving for the door as you heard Joe groan behind you. 

The two of you marched your way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Graham had been making breakfast. 

“Morning Graham” You said taking a seat at the table watching Joe avoid eye contact with his dad. 

“Morning guys” Graham said placing a plate full of eggs, toast and bacon on the table before taking a seat himself. “So um-”

“Don’t dad, lets just forgot this happened please” Joe said going in for the food. 

You let out another small laugh as you looked over at Graham who looked pretty embarrassed. 

“How are you not freaking out about this?” Joe said looking over at you. 

“I just think it’s funny” You said letting out another laugh. 

“It’s not.” Joe said shaking his head. 

“This clearly hasn’t happened for you before has it?” you asked looking between Joe and Graham. 

“No honestly, you’re the first girl Joe’s ever really brought home and to my knowledge, Zoe’s never had sex here” Graham said trying to remember the past.

“Alright dad enough please.” Joe said looking over at his dad. 

“Hey fine, okay. This never happened.” Graham said putting his hands up in defense. 

“Thank you.” Joe said letting out a sigh and taking a sip of his orange juice. 

“Alright lets talk about something else. So when the wedding?” Graham said causing Joe to yet again choke on his drink.

Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 3

A/N: I will edit this later, because my laptop is out of commission and I only have my tablet ATM! Enjoy! @sin-cake-finished-and-baked 

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You backed up against the wall, watching them. Laurens raised his eyebrows at your reaction, standing up from his seat. He was towering over you, the angle completely different from what you remembered. You rubbed your eyes, trying to see if this was a dream. 

You noticed the library computer broken, your document probably erased. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, his freckles much more prominent than it used to be. Lafayette stood next to him, watching you. He tried to touch your arm, but you jumped away. You immediately regretted that, seeing his face drop. Mulligan stood up, and began walking towards you. You put your hands up, and he stopped immediately. 

“I…I-” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I can’t deal, I need a second.” You walked out, closing the door behind you. You sighed, leaning your back against the door. 

What the hell just happened? Your small friends became these huge, handsome men? Dealing with Hamilton would have been fine, but all of them? You felt your heart pounding in your chest, blocking out every other sound. 

Three Months Ago: 

You were cleaning your house, straightening up your room. As you organized your books, you noticed a small figure. At first, you thought it was a mouse. But on further examination, it had hair, and a green outfit on. Like something from the history books. 

“What…” You whispered, staring at it. The small figure turned around, glaring. 

“Took you long enough to clean this place up. Do you know how many dust bunnies I had to fight to stay alive?” He gestured to the red stain on his shirt. “I’ve killed many men, Y/N, but these things are much more vicious than that." 

You stayed silent, staring at the small man in front of you. "Oh no, I’ve gone crazy. I’m completely insane. My sister told me not to move here, but I didn’t listen. And now I’m a crazy lady with small men talking to her.” You said, rubbing your forehead. 

The man laughed. “Well, seeing Alexander Hamilton in front of you must be a shock. I mean, look at me.” He did a pose, and you grinned. And he’s a pompous asshole. 

“Okay, then, Alexander Hamilton, how did you get into my room? And why are you the size of my pinky?” He frowned, crossing his arms. You couldn’t help it, even though he was already annoying, he was cute. 

“I was having relations with a-" 

"Hey! No need for those details. How old are you again?” He rolled his small eyes, jumping down into your hand. You carried him to the desk, and he climbed off your hand, leaning on your coffee cup. He cleared his throat, looking back up at you. 

“You know, for being such a smart woman, you are quite the idiot. Just because I am small does no mean I don’t indulge in my desir-" 

"Okay, like I said, we’re done talking about your relations." 

"This is pertinent to the story, Y/N. But I can leave out the explicit parts of you’d like,” you nodded and he continued, “She gave me this small bottle. She told me that it an an elixir that would pleasur- help, me, rise to the occasion.” He smirked at his play on words. 

“I took it, and I ended up here. It was not a fun experience, I was terrified for the first few weeks." 

"You’ve been here for weeks? Why didn’t you come to me earlier?” “You had these ‘midterms’ that you were worried about, and I did not want to disturb your thoughts. It is hard to bring your mind into that pace, and I understand that if I interrupted you would have failed theses terms." 

For a jerk, he was kind. He smiled at you sweetly. "But now that we’re here, can I eat something? All I’ve ever had was crumbs when you were sleeping. You almost stepped on me once, you know. I was going to start a duel with you." 

"Yea, yea. See where that lands you.” You mumbled, walking to the kitchen. Hamilton jumped on your back, sitting in the hood of your sweatshirt. 

“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”

After giving yourself a few more seconds to calm down, you opened the door back up again. They all stood there, blocking your way into the room. You cleared your throat. 

“Mind letting me through?” Mulligan pushed the others back, giving you a path. He was massive, his muscles prominent on the sleeves of his shirt. 

As you glanced at them, you noticed that they were wearing the doll clothes that you gave them when they were small. You went back to your seat, your head on your hands. The boys followed, sitting around the square table. 

“Okay, first off, how-" 

"You’re really beautiful, Y/N.” Laurens blurted out. You widened your eyes, a blush appearing on your cheeks. He laughed nervously, looking at his hands. “You were beautiful before, but seeing you now, it is even more shocking." 

Mulligan hit his friend’s arm, glaring at him. "Hey, stop bothering Y/N when she’s trying to talk.” Laurens rolled his eyes. 

“Here comes the jealousy again." 

"I told you, for the last time-" 

Lafayette sighed at the two of them arguing, looking at you with sympathy. You didn’t notice before, but his hair was curly, his facial hair trimmed nice. A part of you wondered how he kept it groomed, but that was not the problem right now. 

"Mon amis, Y/N is still waiting. Please give her the consideration to let her speak.” Hamilton laughed, looking at you. 

He had a goatee, which was trimmed as well. He wore the jeans and plaid shirt that you gave him. His arms were crossed, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “You are quite lovely, Y/N. Before, you were this giant that didn’t let me do anything. But now…" 

Mulligan stood up again, about to walk over to Hamilton. This time, you knew you would not be able to stop them without getting hurt yourself. "Hamilton, I’m going to kick your as-" 

"Guys, can we stop this testosterone fest for a second? I need to figure out how this happened, and I can’t if you keep on hitting on me and arguing.” Mulligan widened his eyes. 

“I’m sure we did not hit you, Y/N.” You rubbed your forehead. 

“That’s not what I, never mind. Just, just sit down and listen.” You grumbled at them. Hamilton shot Mulligan another glare, before sitting down across from you. Laurens sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You looked away from him, the stare too intense for you. 

“Okay, so how’d you guys become human-sized?” You glanced at Lafayette and Mulligan, “Maybe a little bigger than that." 

"It’s Hamilton’s fault.” Mulligan started. Hamilton rolled his eyes. 

“Here we go again.” “I told you to stop blaming him, Hercules.” You replied, frowning. He widened his eyes, beginning to protest. 

“Alas, it was the Caribbean’s fault this time.” Lafayette said, defending his friend. “While Laurens and myself were stopping them from fighting, Hamilton fell off the desk. We all ran to make sure he was okay, and he was gone. Laurens jumped down as well, and saw Hamilton climbing inside the computer. Laurens didn’t want him to get hurt, and neither did we, so we all followers him. It is interesting to see how much society has changed.” Lafayette commented. 

Laurens continued the story. “We found a red wire, and Hamilton touched it, shocking all of us. Immediately, we grew in size. And I’m sorry about your computer, Y/N,” he said, glancing at the broken parts, “We did not know.”

 Hamilton said nothing the whole time, looking at his hands. After he noticed the silence, he glanced up at you. He smiled innocently. “Yes, Y/N?" 

"I’m happy that the four of you are bigger now, but why did you have to go and look through things you aren’t supposed to? You could have hurt yourself, or have gotten yourself killed.” Hamilton looked at you, and eyebrow raised. 

“Ah, do you finally care about my well-being? You usually trap me under a glass prison." 

"I would now, if you weren’t huge.” You mumbled. “I heard that, you know." 

"We need to get out of this room and go home. We have to figure out why this happened and how can we send you guys back.” You said, grabbing your bag. Looking at the destroyed computer, you sighed. “How am I going to explain this to the staff?" 

"You don’t?” Hamilton suggested, standing up from his chair. “Let’s just go, and pretend like nothing is out of the ordinary." 

"I can’t just leave it like that, that’s rude and unnecessary.” Laurens grabbed your hand, pulling you out the room. You protested, but the other boys followed, quickly walking out the library. 

You were looked at strangely, but you ignored them. Laurens was walking the correct way to the apartment, and you wondered how did he know. 

“John, how do you know how to get back to my house?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling. 

“I leave when you leave sometimes. Usually in your hoodie, but I’m in your purse most of the time." 

"Laurens-!” Lafayette moved next to you. “It is true, Y/N. We have left the house more than once.” You shook your head at them. 

“I am ashamed of all of you." 

Mulligan sighed. "You know, you don’t have to hold Laurens’ hand the whole time.” You looked t your entwined fingers, and pulled it out quickly, seeing the disappointment on his face. 

Hamilton stayed quiet, walking behind all of you. You slowed down, meeting him side by side. Even though he was the shortest, he was still taller than you. 

You touched his arm, and he looked down at you. “Are you okay, Alex?” He nodded slowly.

“There’s just a lot to take in, as all. I am used to seeing everything bigger than me, and it’s strange to see you small.” He said, grinning. “But I don’t mind this height difference." 

You walked into your house, holding the door open for the boys. Once of your neighbors noticed you bringing in all the boys, and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He was one of the many nosy neighbors that you had, always trying to see what you were doing. 

To entertain his mind, you looked back at the boys, then at him. "We’re dating, polygamy you know?” You whispered, and he widened his eyes, closing his door in your face. You laughed, locking your door behind you. 

“Y/N? I think you need to see something!” Lafayette called from your room. You threw your bag on your counter, walking into the next room. The boys were standing around your desk, staring at the surface. 

“Guys? What’s up?” You asked, pushing past them. You looked down, widening your eyes. “What…?”

Flutter - Ch. 7

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word Count: 3,354


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For a moment, Nesta thought it was as if time had stopped. The world had gone silent, still—distant. Everything was distant. Untouchable. Yet close. So close she needed to recoiled from it. Knew she had to recoil from it. Had to get her feet moving before someone saw her.

Before he saw her.

But she couldn’t move, couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t see anything but…

Two thick scars ran parallel down his upper back. Two thick scars atop the muscle and bone and width of him. Him. She couldn’t remember him. Didn’t know him because it wasn’t him. Couldn’t be him. Cassian didn’t need to use the power of this siphons to propel himself backward and forward. The movement was uneven and messy and rough. So different than the beautiful, graceful, leaps and jumps Azriel was using to train the other male with…

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Neglected.

Hi guys! I feel like it’s been ages since I posted something but I finally had some time again. This is very smutty like always so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with filthy stuff. It’s not been proofread so please forgive any mistakes!xxxx

Harry felt like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, like he had no control over his body.
He craved her.
He hadn’t had her in so goddamn long. Maybe it was a week, maybe two or maybe a month, he didn’t know. The only thing he knew was that it was way too long since he had her underneath him.
It was his fault though. He was so incredibly busy with working on his music and jumping from one thing to the other that at the end of the day there was no time for Y/N.
She understood that though, better than anyone else. She knew from the beginning that sometimes his work would get in their way, and she wasn’t mad about that. She supported him as good as possible.
The only thing she was a bit sad about was the fact that she couldn’t support him in that way right now. She knew he was exhausted when he came home and she understood that he wasn’t up for sex then but she also saw the frustration in his eyes and how painfully hard he was in the morning.
She noticed his whole body being tense, his shoulders never relaxing and his neck always looking like he couldn’t properly move it. She just wanted to help him.
But she also know he wouldn’t let her. He always denied that he needed something.
“No, love. M'just tired.”
It was true he was tired, but he also needed a release.
And because she knew he wouldn’t do anything about it anytime soon she took matters into her own hand.
She knew the effect she had on him, especially when she wore his clothes or a pair of lace panties or…
His shirt with lace panties.
He had a day off and she had a feeling he would want to spend it sleeping and working some more but she wouldn’t let him.
So when she knew he woke up from his nap she made her way upstairs in his white Rolling Stones shirt and a pair of white lace panties that left nothing to the imagination.
She walked into the bedroom and felt his eyes on her half naked body immediately. She made her way to the drawer right across the bed and bent down, acting like she looked for something at the bottom. She knew his eyes were looking at the place she wanted them to look, almost feeling the heat on her skin.
She turned around after a few moments, catching Harry’s eyes roaming her whole body with hit bottom lip between his teeth. “Have you seen my-”
“Come here.” he interrupted her.
“What?” she asked with fake surprise.
“Come here. Please.” he almost begged.
She made her way to the bed, crawling on top of it until she reached him.
“What’s going on?” she asked him.
He took hold of one of her legs and made her straddle his hips, sighing when her skin came in contact with his.
His hands moved from her thighs over those goddamn panties, up to her waist underneath his shirt.
“Should ask you that.” he replied with a cocked eyebrow.
“Why?”
“You come up her looking like… God, baby.”
She smirked at his flustered state, his cheeks slowly turning pinker and his eyes getting wider.
“You like it?” she questioned teasingly.
“You know what you do to me when you wear my clothes. And lace panties. But both together… fuck.”
She giggled softly and leaned closer to him.
“Did that on purpose, you know. You haven’t touched me in so long. Thought that this would finally make you do it.” she whispered into his ear.
He groaned and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again and letting his hands wander from her sides to her back, pressing her tightly against him.
“You think so? I don’t know about that, pet. You teased me quite a lot with this little outfit. Think I need to punish you a bit for that.”
She whimpered and released a quiet ‘god, yes.’ Maybe it wasn’t him who was that needy after all. Maybe it was all her.
He removed his shirt from her body in a split second, pressing her naked chest to his immediately after.
His lips began to press wet kisses against her neck, making her sigh out at how good it felt. He reached her chest on his path, his lips wrapping around one nipple and sucking on it until it was hard and repeating it on the other one. She was moaning and squirming already even though he hasn’t done anything yet.
“Turn around.” he told her, helping her until she was lying between his legs with her back to his chest.
He let his hands grab her tits for a moment, squeezing them slightly and pinching her pink nipples gently before he let his hands stroke over her whole upper body, his lips constantly pressing kisses to her neck.
His fingertips reached the line of her panties after a bit, teasingly stroking her skin right above the lace and making her body shudder with the tickling touch.
“Love those panties. So pretty.” he whispered into her ear.
Her eyes were closed so that she could enjoy his touch as much as possible. She wanted him to rip that unnecessary piece of clothing from her body already and touch her. But Harry had other plans.
His hand cupped her over her panties, a low moan rumbling through his chest when he felt her wetness through the almost none existent fabric. Y/N sighed out when she finally felt his touch against her aching center, her hips lifting off the mattress immediately but Harry held her down and wrapped one arm tightly around her waist so she had no ability to move.
His fingers stroked over her whole sex before they landed on that one spot that would make her eyes roll back and her lips part with breathless moans.
He began to rub her clit gently over the lace, her thighs tensing immediately. Sounds of pleasure left her lips when he sped up his movements and applied more pressure, her over sensitive nerves even more responsive to his touch than usually.
“You like it?” he asked her even though he knew the answer.
“God, yes.” she moaned out.
“I’m not even touching you fully, and you already loose your mind?” he teased her.
It was true. He wasn’t actually touching her completely, but still she was absolutely fucked out.
“Yes.” the word was dragged out, her voice getting high pitched at the end.
Harry made sure to touch just the right place, made sure he pressed and rubbed it with just the right pace.
He knew she was about to loose her mind, explode right in his lap. He knew the pent up frustration would make her come even faster than usually.
“Harry.” she whined when her body began to squirm and her legs began to trash around.
“What, darling?”
“Touch me. P-Please, I- Oh.”
“But I am touching you, baby.”
“N-No, want you to touch me without these panties, please.”
“Nuh-uh.” Harry made.
“Told you I had to punish you.”
She almost cried out but held herself back from protesting and getting into even more trouble.
“I’ll let you come though.” he whispered.
He sped up his movements and pressed against her clit harder, making her slip over the edge and loose any control. She was moaning louder than ever, Harry was almost worried she was in pain. She was squirming and trashing around in his lap, her whole body shaking against him. The moans kept on leaving her body, echoing through the room.
Harry was moaning himself too, he always enjoyed it when she came. He cupped her between her legs again when she finished completely, loving the way she rubbed herself against his hand to ride out the last bit of her pleasure.
“Harry.” she whimpered after a bit.
“Shh, love.”
He moved away from her body, letting her lay down with her back against the pillows. He shuffled on the bed until he was between her legs, his hands separating them so he was able to situate himself in the middle. She looked at him with glossy eyes, looking so goddamn fucked out that Harry almost lost it right there.
He lied down between her legs, his hands on her thighs, hooking them over his shoulders. Y/N whimpered at the image in front of her, his face between her thighs always made her feel some type of way.
She hoped, hoped so fucking much that he would rip that stupid piece of lace from her body but he didn’t. He spread her legs as wide as he could, his fingertips stroking softly over the fabric that made him loose his mind.
He leaned down and kissed along the path above lace, wandering down and letting his nose run over her, breathing her in. He rubbed the tip of it over her clit, feeling how soaked she was. Her scent swarmed his senses, getting so intense that he couldn’t help his tongue licking her over her panties. It felt strange against his tongue to not have her skin against it but he didn’t stop, to eager and desperate to lick her to her next orgasm.
Her hands shot down to his head, her fingers getting lost in the mess that was his hair. The way she pulled at his hair created a sting that almost turned into pain but he didn’t mind, he liked it rough.
She was pulling him closer, making his face bury into her even more but he loved it by the sound he made.
His tongue licked over her with broad strokes, the tip of it circling her clit over and over again. It felt different, the fabric created a different sensation but it was a good different.
It didn’t take her long to break apart again, shaky moans and choked gasps left her while her whole body tensed and arched off the bed. He licked her through it, moaning against her to create that bit of vibration against her that always made her loose it.
When she came down he came up for air, his lips swollen from how they rubbed against the rough fabric of her lace panties. He connected his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, pressing her into the pillows. A whine left Y/N’s mouth when his teeth sunk into her bottom lip, the sting a bit too much for her to handle right now.
He pulled back after a few moments and took his boxer shorts off, throwing them behind him. Next was finally her panties, a relieved sigh left her when they were finally off her body.
Harry’s eyes roamed her naked body like a starving man, the hunger clear in his look.
“Turn around, love. Please.” he almost begged her.
She did what he said, turning on her stomach so her backside was on full display for him. He spread her legs apart immediately, groaning quietly when he saw her dripping wet pussy.
She turned her head to look back at him, begging him with his eyes to do just anything. Somehow he understood what she wanted and positioned himself between her thighs, lined the tip of his rock hard cock up with her entrance and thrusted in immediately.
A relieved moan left both of them when they felt each other again. God, how they missed this.
Harry made sure he was as deep inside of her as possible, his hips pressed against her ass, before he began to move. He let his dick stroke her walls almost carefully before he began to sped up his movements.
“Harder. Please, I need it harder.” Y/N whined from beneath him and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.
He fucked her harder than, his hips snapping against her ass and creating a filthy sound that added to the wetness of her pussy and her moans.
“God, yes. Fuck me, Harry.”
He groaned and let himself fall down on her back, his arms no longer able to support his body. Y/N let out a surprised squeal when his cock reached even deeper than and she had no way to move anymore. Harry rolled his hips against her ass, the movement making his dick massage her walls roughly.
He was moving so fast and hard, his cock never leaving her walls, only hitting that one spot over and over again. She was screaming and sobbing underneath him, the sensitivity of her pussy and his harsh thrusts almost to much for her to handle and she felt the control slip through her fingers.
He was fucking her so good, as good as he always did. And she felt so goddamn amazing, as amazing as she always did.
They both didn’t last long and soon they both were coming with loud shouts and moans and shaking bodies that felt like they would never come down from their mind-blowing orgasm. Harry let the ride out their highs, his hips not stopping their movements until it was over..
He pulled out of her and fell beside her to the mattress, both breathing harshly and occasional whimpers leaving their lips. Harry turned his head to look at her and smirked when he saw how fucked out she looked and knew that he did that to her.
He mustered up the strength to move his body so he could stroke her cheek and see her fully.
“You good, my love?”
“Yes. God, yes.” she sighed with her eyes still closed.
Harry chuckled at her and pressed a soft kiss against her cheek.
“Missed you like that, you know?”
That’s when she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Missed you too.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t have any time for you lately. Should have taken days off and spent them with you and not neglecting you like this.” he whispered sadly.
“Hey, s'okay. Think you made up for it quite well.” she grinned.
A slow smile spread over his face and he nodded.
“Thank you for being patient with me.”
“Always.”

anonymous asked:

Serpent Jughead takes good girl Betty to Prom, like in an old car of a motorcycle. Maybe like he wears his Serpent jacket instead of a tux and maybe they are questioning their fate but Archie and Ronnie rig the votes for them to be prom king and queen

Oof, this was actually a little tricky to write.
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“What’s up Arch, I got your text?” Jughead asked as he slid into the booth across from his best friend. The red haired boy staring questioningly at Jughead.

“You either don’t know, or you don’t care.” He said agitated. Causing Jughead to look up at the sudden shift in his tone.

“Don’t know what?”

Archie pulled his backpack onto the table, digging inside of it and pulling out swatches of different colored fabrics
“Do you know what these are?” He asked.

Jughead stared at them for a few seconds, trying to find the answer to this ridiculous riddle Archie seemed to be playing
“They’re.. pieces of.. clothes?” He questioned hopefully.

“Wrong!” Archie slammed his hands on the table, sending Jughead flying backward into the booth in shock
“These are bow tie, fabric samples! I have gone over them thirteen times with Veronica, do you want to know why I have done that?” His eyes shifted crazily and Jughead opened his mouth to speak

“I..”

“Because Jughead, it is Junior Prom. And every girl wants the perfect Junior Prom, therefore it is up to us as boyfriends to make that Junior Prom Perfect. Imagine my surprise when my good pal Betty tells me she’ll be going alone, now I know you’re caught up with your Serpent stuff and I know you don’t go to Riverdale anymore but Betty being happy is important to me, you should have seen her face when she told me she was going alone.. I mean it was…”

Jughead jumped out of the booth and skidded to his feet, running towards the door and cursing as he gripped his Leather jacket, shitshitshitshit. She had mentioned it, and he had been meaning to ask her, he was still thinking of a plan to do it. She had been completely supportive of his new life on the south side and he knew how hard it was for her, he had wanted to do this for her, makeup for the homecoming dance that had been ruined, but he damn well forgot. He stood in front of her front door, glancing at his phone, she would be coming out any minute now, she had late night cheerleading practice and he usually walked her to the school, lately he had been so busy he hadn’t had the time, she said she understood but he knew how badly he had been hurting her lately. He was such an asshole.

Right on time, Betty walked onto her front porch, her eyes widening when she saw her boyfriend before she broke out in a beaming smile
“Juggie” she said softly, pushing her pompoms into her backpack, the surprise and happiness on her face should have made him feel better but it only cemented the fact that he had been incredibly neglectful to his amazing girlfriend.

“Hey Juliet.” He smiled miserably, dropping a kiss to her cheek and swinging an arm over her shoulder

“To what do I owe the honor.” She teased, looking up at him and snuggling into his leather clad side. Jughead took a deep breathe, inhaling the peaches and vanilla of her shampoo, the soft feel of her silky blonde curls spurring on his confidence
“I’ve come to ask the fair lady to the ever cliche Junior Prom.” He said cornily, wrapping an arm around her waist. Betty stiffened before pulling away and laughing sadly

“That’s okay. It’s totally unnecessary, I’m sure you have better things to do than hang around some school dance with a bunch of your old classmates.” She pulled her backpack over her shoulder and he quickly took it off draping it over his own shoulder, he looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowed, did she really think he didn’t want to go with her? That she wasn’t important enough for him?

“I want to go Betty, I want to go with you.” He reassured her, stopping her in her tracks, and moving a hand to cup her cheek. Betty melted into his embrace before sighing

“You don’t have to do this Jug, I know how busy you are with the serpents, it’s just a silly dance.” She shrugged, standing on the steps of Riverdale

“Bets, we’re going and it’s going to be the perfect night okay? It’s our chance to forget about the serpents and everything in between, it’ll be just us. got it?“he said sternly, a goofy smile playing on his face as she leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his

"Okay Romeo, whatever you say.” With that she headed into the gym and left Jughead alone with his thoughts, it had to be perfect, she deserved it.

Unfortunately nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to either Betty Cooper or Jughead Jones, the night of the dance Jugheads truck broke down leaving him without any vehicle to pick up his girlfriend for their perfect night. To make it even better when he was trying to fix the engine, oil splattered all over his tuxedo leaving him in his suit pants and his leather Serpents Jacket, the only way he was going to get Betty to the Dance would be with his fathers motorcycle, the entire bike filled with Southside serpent bumper stickers and emblems. He pulled up to the Cooper Residence and took a deep breath, she was going to leave him, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. Standing by the bike, leaning against the offending object his jaw nearly dropped to the floor when Betty exited her house.

She was wearing a long light yellow dress, it was strapless and showed off her toned arms, the top was folded pieces of soft fabric and the bottom billowed when she walked giving her the appearance that she was flying, his gaze skimmed the tan skin the dress left bare before landing on her face, her long dark lashes were thicker and framing her gorgeous light green eyes,her lips were shiny and her cheeks were rosy. He admired the way her long blonde curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back, clipped together by some sparkly contraption. She was going to be the most beautiful girl in the room and he couldn’t wait to take a picture and show the guys at Southside High.

Betty skeptically eyed the motorcycle and he instantly remembered what an asshole he was.

“The truck broke down, and I got oil on my tux its the best I could do.. Betty I’m so sorry, I..”

She cut him off with a simple peck and mounted the motorcycle

“There’s a first time for everything right, maybe I should have worn my ponytail, I’m not sure how well my hair will hold up on this thing” she giggled slightly as he slid in front of her, still feeling absolutely horrible but the feel of her tiny hands around his waist made him feel slightly better as she held on tight.

When they arrived at the dance, he immediately heard the murmurs from his classmates

“He’s a serpent!”
“Look at his jacket”
“Did you see what he showed up in?”
“Poor Betty, he doesn’t even care”

Betty sensed the tension in her boyfriends shoulders and gently tugged him towards the dance floor, wrapping herself in his arms.

“Thankyou for taking me tonight Juggie.”

The dark haired boy let out a sigh as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face
“You shouldn’t be thanking me for this Betty, I should have asked you sooner, I should have been more prepared. I ruined this night. I know that you have a lot on the line dating a Serpent and I haven’t made it any easier on you, I’ve been horrible to you. I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I just…” Betty cut him off, pressing her lips to his.

“I love you too, tonight was perfect because I was with you. I don’t need all the flashy business , I just want you. Gang member and all.” She teased, running her fingers over the logo on his back.

“You really are something else Betty Cooper.” He whispered dreamily, wrapping his arms tighter around Betty and sending up a silent prayer to whoever was up there for giving him the absolute best girlfriend in the world.

Maybe the town would try and divide them but together? They were stronger than all of the white noise.

Before It’s Too Late (part 5)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just some good ol’ fluff

A/N: gonna put some pictures in here, hope ya don’t mind :)

“What did you get Nat?”

“These earrings she’s been dying to have.” You say. “I got them a while back for her. They’re in my bag at home.”

Bucky sighed. “What do I get her? She’s so picky.”

“I dunno. Something she likes?”

“That’s the problem; I don’t know what she likes.” He lets out a groan. “Fuck it, I’m just gonna get her a cheap ass necklace.”

You shake your head, following him to the jewelry section.

“Which one should I get… hmm…” he scanned the necklaces. “Should I get her an elephant one or the one with the letter ‘N’ on it?” before you could share your thoughts he hummed. “I’m gonna get the one with the ‘N’ on it. Maybe she’ll think it’s meaningful or something.”

You laugh and look down at your list of names while Bucky tosses the necklace into his cart.

“Hey, what’d you get Sam?” you ask, looking up at your friend.

He grinned. “Shampoo and conditioner.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yeah I did.” He reaches into his cart and shows the bottles to you. “Sam always complains about how we don’t have any ‘manly’ shampoo and conditioner in our apartment so I got him some.”

You snort. “You don’t have any manly shampoo and conditioner?”

“Nope. Steve and I use the one you use. You know, the one that smells really good?”

“Oh my god why.”

Bucky shrugs. “We like how it smells. Plus the ladies like how it smells too.”

You playfully roll your eyes and start walking away.

“What’d you get him?” Bucky questioned, coming up next to you.

“Ima get it right now.”

“Well what is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Bucky looks at his list as well before biting his bottom lip. “Alright well you go get that and I’m gonna get Peggy, Wanda, Tony, Clint and Vision’s gifts.”

“What’re you gonna get Vis?”

“Eh, I dunno. I heard he likes to paint so maybe I’ll get him some paints.” He shrugged.

“Ooo! We can go to Michaels for that and I can get him some canvases there!” you exclaim.

“Alright. Where are you gonna be so I can find you when I’m done?” he asked.

“Probably where the picture frames are.”

Bucky nods and with a salute he turns and walks in the opposite direction. You continue your way until you reach the photo printer and you smiled as you turned on your Bluetooth.


Bucky had just got done getting Clint’s gift and stretched before heading over to the picture frames where you said you’d be. He casually walked through the store in search for the isle which held the picture frames and smiled when he found it and you who was looking at some of them.

“Hey.” Bucky greeted.

“Hey.” You acknowledge him.

“So what’d you get Sam?”

“It’s in that little envelope thing.” You nod over to your cart and Bucky strolls over to it. He picks up the envelope and pulls out the pictures that were in it.

Bucky chuckled. “Aww this is the one I took.” he goes through the other two and his eyebrows knit together before looking up at you. “Y/N, you do know these three pictures are the same, right?”

You grab a picture frame and put it in your cart before smiling. “I know. One’s for Sam, one’s for Tony and one’s for Clint.”

“You’re a horrible gift-giver.” Bucky laughed as he put away the pictures.
“Getting a picture of me is the best gift of all.” You tell him. “You gotta admit, I’m pretty cute.”

The brunette smiled. “You are pretty cute, huh?”

That wasn’t the response you thought he’d give you. You were thinking more along the lines of “you’re sadly mistaken” or “actually I’m pretty cute, not you”. Taken aback you stare at him, not knowing what to say or how to continue that conversation. Bucky stares at you as well, a shy smile on his face like he realized what he had just said. The tall man looks away and you clear your throat.

“Alright so I’m pretty much done here. I ran and got Bruce some science-y looking shirt now all I need is Steve and Vision.” You change the subject.
“What about Wanda and Peggy?”

“I got Wanda a gift card to Forever 21 yesterday when we went shopping and when we get home I have to order Peggy’s.” you respond.

“What’re you getting her?”

“The Anastasia Beverly Hills Modern Renaissance palette. She’s been dying for it.”

Bucky made a face. “The who?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s makeup.”

“Oh.” He scoffed. “You should’ve just said that to begin with.”

You chuckle and shake your head before nodding over to his cart. “What’d you get?”

Bucky grinned. “Well I got Wanda a pretty headband and I got Peggy red lipstick because she always wears red lipstick – oh! I got Tony a telescope but a cheap one and I got Clint a bow and arrow from the toy section.”

“You really don’t like spending money on your friends, huh Bucky?” you giggle, picking up the toy bow and arrow and examining it.

“What? I do. I’m just low on cash.”

“What’d you spend it on? Unnecessary things?”

Bucky puts his hands on his hips. “It’s none of your business.”

“Whatever, cheapskate. Let’s go and pay so we can go to Michaels and get Vis his things.”


After getting Vision his gifts you and Bucky went to Best Buy to get Steve his gift. Bucky was shocked when he saw you pick up a box with a record player on it.

“You didn’t.” he gasped as you turned to face him.

“I did.” You smiled.

After paying for it you both head home and carry everything up to your room. The two of you set everything in the corner before falling onto your bed.

“I still can’t believe you actually got him a record player.” Bucky breathed, turning to you.

“He’s been wanting one and I know he collects records so why not?” you shrug, turning Bucky’s way.

“I feel like a shitty friend now. I’ve known the punk basically my whole life and all I got him was socks.” He frowned.

“That’s what happens when you’re a cheapskate.” You murmur.

“Shut up.”

You laugh and Bucky breaks out in a smile. The two of you continue to look at each other, much similar to earlier in the store but it wasn’t long until Bucky broke the staring and silence.

“So, what’d you get me?”

You scoff. “I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?” he pouted.

“Because it’s a surprise.”

“But I wanna know now.”

“Fine. Tell me what you got me and then I’ll tell you.”

“NO.”

“Then I’m not telling you.” You shrug.

“Whatever, we’re staying here together so I’ll figure out what it is eventually.” He replied.

“I doubt it.”
Bucky hummed and stared at you, looking from your eyes to your nose then down to your lips where his gaze lingered longer. You shift and lay your head on your bed, causing a strand of hair to fall in your face but before you could move it, Bucky reached up and tucked it behind your ear. You inhaled sharply, his eyes piercing you and you tried to look away but you couldn’t.

His fingers slid down until they were on your cheek and his thumb caressed the skin under it. His eyes went back to your lips and he bit his own before slowly leaning in. You exhale slowly, watching him get closer and closer, your lips nearly touching and they would have if you hadn’t gasped and sat up.

“I uh… I have to go order the makeup for Peggy!” you exclaim, jumping up from the bed.

“Y/N.” he spoke softly, sitting up but you brushed him aside.

“The laptop’s downstairs and I’ll probably be down there until dinner’s ready so I’ll come get you when it’s done.” And awkward pause sets in and you grab your phone and rush to the door. “Alright, bye.”

And with that, you leave your room.

Bucky stares at the door before laying back down and letting out a much needed sigh.


A/N: oh man, oh man, oh man. Hope ya liked this part, tell me what ya think! And as always, I’ll edit when I wake up!

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Sober (Part Eight)

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BigBang), Song Mino (WINNER)

Genre: Angst

Part One Part Seven

Originally posted by daesungstrash

Jiyong runs his hands underneath the water, washing away the blood that was rolling out of the deep cut he had accidentally inflicted on himself. The sudden jolt of pain had woken him up from his luminescent thoughts and managed to jerk him back into reality.

Youngbae rushes towards Jiyong, his hair still drenched with shampoo because as soon as he had heard the sound of glass breaking he had jumped out of the shower and came to see what had happened. A look of panic goes through his face as he sees the immense amount of blood.

“Jiyong, what the fuck? Are you okay?” Youngbae grabs a clean rag from the drawer of his kitchen and presses it on the wound which tainted the white rag red in a matter of seconds.

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She’s so Immature pt.1

So first, this was just a request for a HC that I imagined. Then I decided to write it myself…I have no self control.

It’s about an MC that is the complete opposite of “Jumin’s Type”. Yet, he somehow falls for her.


As soon as he met her, Jumin knew that MC was gonna be trouble. Not only did she have no filter, but she was stubborn, rude, and extremely immature.


Jumin: I want to take photos of Elizabeth the 3rd walking

Jumin:  but the camera keeps shaking

MC: don’t you have friends?

Jumin: why would you ask that question?

MC: well, it just seems like you’re an obsessive cat lady

What?

707: BOI

707: WHAT A SAVAGE

MC: lol

Jumin didn’t know how to respond. He’s never had a lady speak to him like this. If you could call her a lady…

Jumin: someone like you wouldn’t understand

MC: what’s that suppose to mean?

Jumin: animals just don’t enjoy your company

707: lololololol never seen Jumin so fiesty

 

He didn’t know where that came from. His fingers moved on his own. You could say that he was getting pissed very easily, which didn’t happen often.

MC: he must get it from his cat

 

Jumin left the chat room

 

And this was a start of a rivalry…

Texting continued like this. Seven though it was funny, Zen though she was the love of his life, and Jaehee only responded when he wasn’t in the chat.

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The AU that won't get out of my head

- Keith is getting harassed by a bully in a high school setting
- Keith has a reputation from his last school—garrison high—for being a rebellious kid who got into fights all the time
- Nobody bothers to check and see if those are just rumors or fact except Lance
- Lance has got a chip on his shoulder to fight this Keith cause he’s the best fighter(???) at his school—Voltron high—so he doesn’t want this new kid making him look bad
- He stalks Keith for a lil while lol
- And sees that Keith never starts the fights; people always start shit with him
- He continues to follow Keith around for “scientific reasons”
- Just when he’s about to stop following Keith cause he feels like a judgmental dick
- Keith comes across someone being picked on (Lance is watching from afar)
- Keith goes to defend this person and it’s the only time Lance has seen him start a fight
- Lance knows Keith can hold his own in a fight but there’s a guy coming up behind him with a tire iron while he’s preoccupied with the other guy
- So Lance literally comes flying in and jump kicks this asshole
- They fight together
- Keith, not good at talking, just glares at the person who was being picked on
- They flee
- Lance says something dumb to Keith
- Keith asks Lance why he’s been following him
- Lance is like oh shit he knows wtf I thought I was so Stealthy tm
- Somehow they become friends, mostly due to lance’s insistence and refusal to leave Keith alone
- Keith begrudgingly becomes lance’s friend
- Things happen
- They become best friends
- Big brother shiro telling Keith that what he’s feeling for Lance isn’t friendship lol
- Keith being like oh shit I’ve caught feelings
- Cue Keith avoiding Lance subconsciously and consciously cause he’s allergic to feelings
- Keith figures he’s already got the school staff on edge cause of his reputation so he shouldn’t humor this asshole and “fight” him
- This is happening in the school hallways btw
- A small crowd gathers
- Keith decided he’ll let this guy talk and then once he hits Keith he’ll get expelled and Keith will just have a busted lip
- Basically Keith doesn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble
- When this guy goes to punch him Lance jumps in front of Keith
- Now this guy isn’t small so he’s gonna hit fucking hard
- I’ve decided the bully is Sendak
- So sendak hits Lance square in the side of the face and knocks Lance the fuck out
- Hunk and pidge run over to Lance because holy fuck oh my god Lance isn’t moving
- Keith short circuits
- He stares at Lance while he’s unmoving on the ground
- He’s aware that sendak is still talking but it’s fuzzy
- Then Sendak hits Keith and Keith can hear the next thing this guy says in like 1080 hd
- “Not so tough without your boyfriend to protect you, huh?”
- Keith mcfreaking loses it
- First he does the ear clap thing
- Then he uppercuts this guys gut
- Then he grabs his head and shoves it into his knee cap
- Then he fucking “we gotta break down this door” kicks this guy on his ass
- And starts wailing on him
- He uses his elbows to fucking hit him instead of his fists because elbows are the hardest part of your body and he needs to hurt like Keith is hurting because Lance isn’t moving
- Keith only stops because big bro shiro appears through the crowd and pulls him off Sendak
- “Hey, hey, Keith! it’s me, calm down.”
- Keith is breathing heavy af and his eyes are teary
- “I know you’re fucking pissed, okay, and I am too.
- But, think about why you’re upset and tell me what you should really be doing right now.”
- Keith looks at him confused and shaking with adrenaline
- “Shouldn’t you be making sure Lance is okay?”
- Keith immediately turns to search for Lance
- Hunk is helping Lance sit upright while pidge pinches lance’s nose to stop the bleeding
- Keith slides over to them, tripping over his feet
- And instead of saying all the shit he wants to say like
- Are you okay, why would you do that for me, thanks for taking that hit for me, do you need me to get the nurse, why do you act like I’m something important, you’re important to me, I want to protect you, I’m kind of in love with you
- He says
- “What the fuck were you thinking, you dumbass!”
- Lance responds with a weird sounding laugh as pidge is still pinching his nose
- Hunk says “He was helping you!” Defending Lance
- “By getting himself hurt instead?!” Keith retorts angrily
- Pidge ever the peace talker says
- “Could you two shut the fuck up! Lance needs to see a doctor so stop fighting and help me move him dammit.”
- Big bro shiro then walks over and agrees with pidge
- “Pidge, Keith, you two help Lance to the nurses office so they can see if Lance needs to go to the emergency room.
- Hunk, you help me carry Sendak so we can take him to the ambulance.”
- They take Lance to the nurses office
- The nurse is coran
- Coran loved Lance so he’s like who the fuck hurt my son I’ll kill them
- Pidge then states that Keith already sufficiently kicked the other guys ass
- Coran then looks at Keith who stares at him trying to seem confident
- Coran then looks over Lance
- Lance gets those beautiful nose plugs lol
- Lance holds an ice pack on his face for a lil while after Coran cleans all the blood off of him
- Coran then turns to Keith “your turn skipper”
- Keith is like ???? I’m fine??
- pidge is like dude you have blood all over you too duh
- “Oh yeah”
- Coran cleans up Keith’s split lip and his elbows
- Keith also gets an ice pack for his face cause he has a bruise over the split lip side of his mouth
- The principal walks into the nurses office and is like wtf happened guys
- cause even tho Lance and Keith are good fighters they still make good grades and stay out of trouble
- Pidge explains what happens because Lance’s tongue is swollen cause he bit it when he passed out
- Keith only talks when spoken to directly
- The principal is not biased towards any students so they see the situation for what it is
- “Alright, boys.
- You’ve both obviously been through a lot of stress in the past 20 minutes.
- You can both go home early after Coran releases you to leave.
- Pidge you can stay and help Coran with the boys.
- I have some phone calls to make.”
- We like the principal lol
- PRINCIPAL SHOULD BE PIDGE’S MOM y e s it is so
- They do the clean up routine
- Switch ice pack with hot compress
- Put aloe on bruise and put gauze pad on top of that etc
- So the boys are all bandaged up and released to go home while pidge goes back to class
- The boys go to their lockers together and get all their shit and walk out the front of the school
- Nobody has talked yet
- Keith, like the emotionally constipated asshole he is, is mad at Lance for getting himself hurt for Keith’s sake
- So instead of saying why he’s mad
- He walks ahead of Lance without saying anything
- “H-hey Keith! Wait up!”
- Keith continues to walk briskly
- “Okay, look, I know why you’re mad.”
- Keith snorts angrily
- Lance continues “you’re mad cause I got in the middle of a fight you clearly could’ve won yourself. I know you could’ve beat him by yourself Keith, I mean, hell, you did, but–”
- Keith starts laughing sourly
- Lance stops talking cause he’s confused
- “You think I’m mad because you got into “my” fight?“
- Lance says nothing still confused and a little hurt at Keith’s tone
- Keith walks over to Lance
- "I’m mad because you put yourself in danger for me,
- Keith gets all in lance’s space
- "I’m mad because you’re the only person besides my brother who actually cared to get to know me before jumping to conclusions or believing stupid rumors
- I’m mad because you were hurt and unmoving on the ground and it was all for my sake, like I mean something in the world
- I’m mad because you made me care about you! I’m mad because
- Because
- Keith grabs Lance by his shirt collar and snarls this next part
- "I’m mad because I love you
- I love you and I don’t like you being in pain! Especially if it’s my fault!”
- Keith has tears running down his face now because he’s overwhelmed
- Lance is Shocked tm
- Keith realizes what he said and turns into a tomato
- He runs away
- “Wha-wait a minute, Keith!”
- So the chase begins
- Eventually Lance catches up to Keith and grabs his arm to stop him
- Keith doesn’t resist
- “Keith…”
- Keith hangs his head waiting for rejection
- Lance moves his grip on his arm down to hold Keith’s hand
- Keith looks over his shoulder at Lance confused
- “Did you…
- Lance looks at him all vulnerable and shit
- "Did you mean it?”
- Keith, unable to speak, nods his head
- Lance smiles the dopiest smile
- Keith faces all the way towards Lance still confused and extremely embarrassed and very very overwhelmed
- Lance is looking at their hands smiling lightly swinging them back and forth
- “Uh…lance?”
- Lance then looks up sharply
- “Oh shi–I mean, I love you too, obviously, duh.”
- Keith turns red and pink and
- And
- he feels like he’s dying
- He’s so overwhelmed with feelings and he doesn’t know how to handle it
- So he just starts crying more
- Angry crying
- Like dammit tears stop coming out of my eyes you fuckers crying
- And Lance holds him through it cause he knows kissing would be too much right now
- Hugging Keith is good enough in itself
- Cause they love each other
- Rip me