look at him book it out of the box!

ashleycorreenwilliams  asked:

Can I have a damian wayne x reader, where one of damian's brothers finds love letters from the reader inside a hidden place (box, drawer, book?) Please and thanks!

(this came out as a general thing, sorry!)


“What’s this?” Tim asks, murmuring the words softly to himself as he turns the pink envelope over and over in his hand, trying to examine it. From across the room, Damian glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at him, trying to intimidate him with his expression.

Tim doesn’t seem to notice the look given to him by his brother, busying himself in ripping the envelope open and reading the contents of the letter. It doesn’t take him long enough to do so, and the moment he’s finished, his eyes widen in alarm, his jaw nearly dropping open as though in surprise.

“Damian Wayne has a secret admirer,” he says in a gasp, uttering the words in shock. Damian doesn’t fail to hear any of this, and within a matter of seconds, he’s begun to run toward his brother, quickly snatching the letter away from his hands.

“Mind your own business, Drake,” he says, a scowl present on his face. Tim merely grins at him in response, seemingly amused at his brother’s reaction.

The Package.

Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 2,550
Author : Mel (Now @fictionalabyss )
Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink
Square filled : Knotting
Written for @spnkinkbingo

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“Hey, Y/N?” Your door opened and you panicked, slamming the laptop shut. “.. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” You were quick to answer. Maybe too quick.

His eyes moved down to your lap, his eyebrow raising, and a smirk beginning to show. “Your hand says otherwise.” His eyes went back up to meet yours as you quickly pulled your hand out of your pants.

Your cheeks went bright red. “W-what do you need?”

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“It’s February 14th, Neil!”

Nicky was exasperated. It was obvious by the way he looked out of breath even though he was just standing there being rather noisey.

Neil scrunched up his nose. As much as he loved Nicky, he wouldn’t mind hearing him less right now. 

“What’s your point, Nicky?” 

The thing with Nicky, however, was that when you requested a straight answer, you instead got a show. 

Act one of this show was apparently looking around at the rest of the foxes and proclaiming, “Can you believe this kid?!” 

Andrew was coming from his appointment with Bee so wasn’t at the locker rooms yet for practice. Neil found himself silently hoping he would get there faster to shut Nicky up.

Usually everybody would just let Nicky go on his rant, half ignoring him and half egging him on. But when Neil looked past him, he realized that all the Foxes were actually paying attention. Their eyes were focused on Neil with a combination of pity, confusion, and general annoyance. 

Nicky was making a huge fuss now, not actually getting to the point but rather going around it. “Of all the days to not know-”

But Matt cut him off. Which was odd, because Matt usually didn’t cut Nicky off. 

“Neil….do you really not know what today is?”

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The Greatest Gift (Alexander x Reader)

Word Count: 9,279 (when i said it was long, i meant it…)

Warnings: SMUT, angst, swears

Authors Note: JUST FUCKING READ IT PLEASE. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT, ALSO HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND ENJOY MY HOLIDAY FIC!

Request: this fulfills 2 requests but it will spoil it so i’m not gonna tell you…

Epilogue

Masterlist

It was unfortunate. Of course you were in love with your best friend, and if that wasn’t bad enough, of course he had a girlfriend. You had met Lafayette through mutual friends, naive and young you thought you wouldn’t fall for the tall frenchman. You did eventually. At first it was denial. You couldn’t love him, he was your best friend.  You didn’t love him surely, but no. Every time you saw him, your world spun around your feet. You felt this way until he introduced Adrienne. She tagged along with everything you guys did and you had no choice but to be happy for them. For him. Because he was so in love with her it hurt you to see them together.

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I think this is reading a book together? Yes? Ok. let’s do this. 

Keith’s old shack smells of wood varnish and old paper. Specks of dust shine and dance in the beams of afternoon sun, and Keith sits in the centre of his small living room surrounded by boxes. He flicks through a book and smiles fondly at the familiar faces that look up at him. 

“Hey babe! Can we donate all these crop jackets?!” Lance’s voice calls from the bedroom. 

“No!” Keith yells back.

“But they don’t even fit you anymore! And I don’t want these fashion disasters in our apartment!”

Our apartment. Keith’s heart thrums at those words. His grin blooms across his face. 

“I think I can make them fit!” He laughs. 

Soft foot falls announce Lance’s entrance into the living room. he lets out a suffering sigh. 

“Babe. Babe. Look. Babe look at this.”

Keith looks up. On the other side of the room Lance stands wearing one of his crop jackets. It reaches just barely under his pecks. The sleeves reach just under his elbow, and the seams at the shoulder look like they’ll burt. 

“There’s no way you can wear these anymore.” He deadpans. 

“I’m smaller than you. Not my fault you got insanely ripped.”

“Keith! You’re not 16 anymore!” Lance implores. “And your biceps are way bigger than mine.” To prove it to him, Lance runs up behind Keith and grabs his shoulders. He gently sways them from side to side and runs his hands admiringly up and down his boyfriend’s arms. 

“Bench press me, baby. I know you can.”

“Laaaaance,” Keith laughs. Lance chuckles and leans forward. His arms wrap around Keith’s neck and he rests his chin on top of his head. His long legs slot next to Keith’s easily. 

“Is it weird being back here?” Lance asks quietly. Keith leans into Lance’s chest. 

“Yeah….” He sighs. “But it’s nice… being here with you. Getting that sense of closure, you know?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to…” Lance looks down and spies the book in Keith’s lap. He freezes. 

“Nooooo way.” He whispers. He moves to look over Keith’s shoulder, and his arms tuck under Keith’s. He reaches forward and takes the book from Keith’s hands, flicking it closed and staring at the cover.

Garrison 2063 Yearbook 

“Holy shit…” Lance whispers. Keith chuckles and it rumbles against him. 

“I know, right? I found it while packing.”

“We have to keep this.”

“Absolutely.” Keith smiles. “Here wanna see something crazy?” He excitedly flicks to a page. A small photo of Pidge looks up at them. Hair cut short. Glasses comically big on her small face. 

“OOOOHHHHHH my god.” Lance squeals gleefully. “WHAT A TINY BABY.”

Keith giggles. “Remember how you thought she was a boy?”

“Look at this photo! You can’t blame me! Look at this tiny androgynous child.” They both laugh. Lance’s muscular forearms wrap and squeeze around his boyfriend’s stomach. 

“There’s also this.” Keith holds up a new page. Hunk’s 17 year old face beams up at them. There’s the mature eyes that Keith and Lance are used to, but there are traces of baby fat around his jaw. His trademark orange headband is also much brighter than either of them remember it being. Years of sweat, sun and being blown into space have since turned his headband almost a pastel colour. 

“Was Hunk ever small?”

“As someone who’s known him since we were 10…” Lance pauses. “No.” He laughs. “Dude could pick up most of our teachers from the time he was 12. I know this because I dared him to.”

Keith shakes his head. 

“I don’t doubt it.”

They continue to flip through pages. Some faces they barely recognise, others have been completely lost to time. They reach the staff pages and Keith and Lance proceed to flip off Iverson and the other instructors that expelled Keith. 

There’s a sharp intake of breath.

In the staff section, smiling up with a handsome face and beautiful dark hair is Shiro. Both of his arms are clearly visible, and there’s no scar marking his face. His eyes gleam with youthful optimism. Guilt churns in Keith’s stomach.

“God…” He deflates. “He looks so young.”

Lance squeezes him tightly. 

“He certainly… has changed.” He presses a kiss to Keith’s temple and brushes his fingers along a scar that courses through his eyebrow. Keith looks down to see Lance’s prosthetic foot nudging his thigh. 

“But so have we.” Lance smiles. “We’re all ok. Shirt’s ok now. And while things were hard…” He presses another quick kiss to Keith’s cheek. “I wouldn’t change anything.”

Keith turns his head towards his boyfriend. His mouth quirks into a grin and he presses a smiling kiss to Lance’s lips. 

“Me neither.” 

“Also…” Lance smirks. His hands hurriedly flick through the pages until he barks out a laugh.

“Can you PLEASE admit that you had a fucking mullet?” He cackles. Keith looks down at the photo and groans loudly.

“Oh my god, look at this child.” He sighs. “Why is he so moody?!” He yells at his 16 year old self. 

“You stupid boy, you don’t even know you’re an alien yet! No one’s shooting at you! Your life is great!” Keith yells. Lance howls with laughter behind him. 

“I think he’s mad…” Lance wheezes, “Because he’s super fucking gay for this handsome boy here…” Lance points at the photo of his teenager self, “But this boy thinks he’s an asshole.” 

Keith coos at the photo of Lance. He brings the book closer to his face and smiles dopily. 

“God you were cute.”

“Were?” Lance blusters. 

Keith hums. He rotates and leans into Lance’s chest. A low chuckle escapes him. 

“You’ve become the hottest and most handsome person in the universe.” He runs his hands across Lance’s broad chest. 

“And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The yearbook lies forgotten on the floor as Lance leans down to languidly kiss Keith until the afternoon sun slips into the horizon. 

Title: Comforting
A/N: This was a prompt from @sandersidestrash1! Hope you like it!!
Also, this has not been proofread thoroughly by any means and I’m kinda nervous about that buuuuut ehhhhhh my mind is currently in stranger things at the moment I’m not good for muuuuch

Virgil laid on the sofa in the commons room, headphones up and eyes shut as he tried to catch a few z’s to make up for the night before. It’d been rough for the past few nights, what with nightmares and memories to keep him awake, so Virgil didn’t sleep much.  But, it seemed fate was against him when he felt someone’s presence behind himself.

Opening his eyes slowly, Virgil saw Logan standing just off to the side with his arms behind himself.  Strange…

“Log’n…what’re you doin’?” Virgil said, groggily making his way into a sitting position.

“I have noticed that the past few nights have not been easy for you, and thought it would be best to try to assist you in some way,” Logan said, bouncing on the heels of his feet.  “So, I found that one of the ways you may be able to calm yourself would be a “comfort kit.””

“A comfort kit?” Virgil repeated, brows furrowed together.

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I’m A Good Girl

Summary: Dean has the reader wear something different when they’re alone for the weekend…

Square Filled: Collars

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Rating: explicit (smut (collar play, use of a butt plug), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo 


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Are You Watching? [m]

Genre : smut

Summary : Your boyfriend has discovered the joke book you thought you’d thrown away, and along with that he’s also found the page in which you circled the words, mirror kink.

In the mirror, which stood at the foot of the bed, you could see his face buried in your neck as he scattered soft kisses down the length of it.

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Promise

@im-eren-jaeger-sexual and I were talking about different ways Eren and Levi could meet as kids, and speech therapy was one of them, so I wrote a little drabble for it. 

Eren and his mom walked into the waiting room of the speech therapy office for his weekly appointment. She released his hand and told him to go play quietly while she talked to the receptionist, and Eren looked around, spotting a bookshelf and a toybox in the corner.

There was one other little boy and his mom sitting nearby. The mom smiled at Eren as he passed, but the little boy didn’t even look up from the book in his lap.

Eren immediately went for the red car in the toy box, kneeling on the carpet and making it drive around in circles, imitating car sounds with his mouth. He glanced up to see the other little boy watching him curiously from under a black fringe of hair.

He grabbed another car from the toy box, a blue one this time, and got up, making his way over to where the grey-eyed boy sat, holding it out for him to take. The mom watched with interest from behind her own book, but the boy only ducked his head shyly.

Eren thought maybe the boy didn’t know how to play with cars, so he decided to show him. He sat back on the floor, making the cars zip back and forth in front of him, more of the obnoxious car sounds leaving his mouth. Suddenly, he made them smack into each other.

“Ka’boom!” He said loudly, tossing the cars aside as if they’d exploded.

The dark-haired boy giggled quietly and Eren gave him a bright grin in return. Picking up the cars again, he handed the blue one to the boy and this time he took it, sliding out of his chair and leaving the book forgotten on the seat.

Remembering his manners, Eren introduced himself. “I’m Ewen, what’s yo’ name?”

The other boy fiddled with the car in his hands before glancing over his shoulder at his mom, who gave him an encouraging nod over her book. Turning back, he said slowly, “L-Le-Levi.”

Eren’s mom sat down beside Levi’s mom and they began to chat, so Eren grabbed Levi’s hand, leading him over to the toybox. They found some blocks and began building a city for the cars to drive through. Levi didn’t seem to like to talk much, only answering Eren’s questions with a single word, and asking none of his own.

“How o’wd ah you?” Eren asked, placing a troll doll at the entrance of his block building.

Levi paused before answering each question, as if thinking hard about his answer. “Fou-fi-five.”

“I’m fo’w,” Eren replied with a smile, holding up four fingers. Levi smiled back.

Eren was known for his silly antics in his kindergarten class, always doing things to make the other kids laugh. He wanted to make Levi laugh some more, so he drove the little red car into his block tower, knocking them all down on top of the troll doll.

Levi snickered behind his hand, his laughter growing louder when Eren picked up the troll doll and made him stomp around angrily over the rubble, demanding to know who destroyed his castle.

“I’ve never seen him get along so well with another child before,” Kuchel commented, amazed, as she watched the boys play.

“That’s Eren for you, making friends wherever he goes,” Carla replied with a laugh as her son tickled the other boy’s nose with the doll’s long hair.

Soon, they were both called in for their respective appointments and reluctantly put the toys away, saying goodbye to each other. When Eren was finished with his session he came out, immediately looking around the room for Levi.

“Whey is Weebai?” He asked his mom.

“He might have already left, sweetie,” She answered, taking his hand and leading him to the exit.

Just then another office door opened and Levi stepped out. The dark-haired boy looked up in surprise as Eren called out his name and ran over to him, and smiled shyly when the brunet grabbed his hand, tugging on it excitedly.

“Can Weebai pway wif me some mo’?” Eren asked the other boy’s mom.

Levi turned a questioning gaze on her as well and she smiled down at them. “Well, there is a nice park around the corner. If it’s alright with your mom, we could go there for a bit.”

Carla agreed and the boy’s ran out the door, hand in hand, already nearing the sidewalk before Carla and Kuchel had even left the building.

“Do you wanna be my best fwend, Weebai?” Eren asked, swinging their arms back and forth between them as they walked.

“O…Okay,” Levi nodded, pausing before adding, “I-I’ve n-ne-never had a b-best fr-friend b-before.”

“Dat’s okay, you do now! And I’ll be yo’ best fwend fo’evah,” Eren told him solemnly, holding the gate to the park open for his new friend, and Levi gave a shy smile in return.

Twenty-four year old Eren tugged at the tie around his neck for what felt like the hundredth time.

“It still feels too tight, Levi,” He whined and the other man rolled his eyes, reaching up to adjust it for the third time.

“Better?” He asked, resting his hands on the taller man’s chest, smoothing the lapels of his jacket. Eren smiled and nodded before closing the gap between them and kissing him softly on the mouth. They stayed like that for a moment until Eren’s hands slid around Levi’s waist, trying to pull him closer.

Refusing to get caught up in Eren’s charm, Levi laughed, breaking the kiss and pushing him away. “Okay, okay, save it for the reception. You know Hanji will be making us kiss all night.”

“I look forward to it,” Eren said easily, winking at his soon-to-be-husband.

Levi held out his hand and Eren took it, swinging their arms gently between them as they faced the entrance to the church where they were about to be married.

“You ready?” Levi asked quietly, squaring his shoulders.

“Of course. I promised to be your best friend forever, didn’t I, Weebai?” Eren replied with a grin. Levi gave him a warm smile in return and together they pushed open the doors and walked down the aisle.

Pancakes 🍽

Summary: All you know about Bucky Barnes is that he used to be the Winter Soldier and  he’s the shyest person you know. But as a severe injury forces you two closer together you discover there’s more Bucky Barnes than you originally thought.

Warnings: Mention of injury, James Dean, Shy Bucky.

Authors note: A while ago I didn’t know who James Dean was and looked him up…..y’all the spelling of ‘Dean’ is very important in finding the right person…..😂😂💀 

Thanks for hanging in with me ya’ll, feedback is really appreciated even if it’s just ‘You need to slow the pace’. 


You skid to a stop in the entrance to  the hallway, head whipping around frantically. You spot a few agents entering the meeting room, and Bucky Barnes leaning against a wall, nursing a cup of coffee. No Wanda. No Natasha. You groan. Not even Sam. You need someone else who will have your back. You scan the hallway again, locking in on Bucky. Or someone who can be manipulated….You stride towards Bucky, pushing your over-sized sunglasses up your nose. 

“Bucky!” You whisper-hiss. Bucky’s head whips around, his eyes widening slightly when he sees you. Here’s the thing. Bucky Barnes is shy. Really shy. Ever since Steve brought him in, about three years ago, he’s been mostly silent. It’s no wonder, considering all he’s been through. But slowly but surely he started to loosen up. He finished his intense therapy and his silence became less haunted, and more relaxed, and he started getting put on missions and attending team hangouts. Still, he only really talks to Steve and sometimes Sam, and desperately avoids confrontation and people in general. 

Bucky gives you a nod as you stop in front of him.

“Bucky, please I need your help.” You plead, giving him doe eyes, forgetting that you have sunglasses on.

“What can I do for you?” he says, deep voice quiet. You can already feel the fatigue blotting out the edges of your consciousness. Bucky always used to be helpful towards you in  meetings. He’d sit next to you and allow you to copy his notes and explain tactics that you didn’t get. But whenever you’d try to talk to him outside of meetings, he’d shut down. You rationalized that it was probably due to his shyness, but you couldn’t but to feel a little stung. So you started sitting with Wanda and Natasha and hadn’t spoken more than two words to Bucky in months. Still, you hope that maybe he can show you some of that kindness again

“Well….” Your mind scrambles as you think of a way to get Bucky to sympathize with you. You had been out until six this morning. it was now 7:50, and the mission briefing was going to start at eight. The stars had aligned and somehow all your four of your oldest, closest friends had been in town last night. So naturally you met up for dinner and then partied until the literal break of dawn.

“I have this group of my best friends-we’ve been friends since gradeschool- and normally we only get to see each other once a year, but unexpectedly we were all able to meet up last night so we did, and we just haven’t seen each other in so long…” You pause, smiling faintly remembering how you and your friends had climbed to the roof of one of the hotels that two of them were staying in and talked until the sun came up. “I lost track of time…you get that right?” You ask Bucky imploringly. He gives a tight smile. You continue “So I stayed out until six, and this meeting Bucky…..I’m not gonna make it…will you cover for me?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky says, dropping his head, hair falling in front of his face. You knew why, this mission coming up next month was going to be a big one 

“I already know I’m not going to be assigned on this mission in any capacity.” You hold out your hands. “Please Bucky, I’ll sit next you you, just give me a poke if Fury focuses in on me.”

You see the gears turning in Bucky’s head. You tentatively reach out and place a hand on his arm.

“Bucky…Please.”

Even in your half awake state you catch his ears flushing red. He turns his head.

“Okay,” he whispers.


You sit at the kitchen counter engrossed in a book, cup of tea by your side. Voices coming down the hall catch your attention, and Steve, Sam and Bucky, walk through the kitchen, Steve stopping and putting a bag of coffee in a cupboard. You see a flash of the bag’s logo.

“Hold on,” You call out, “You guys went to Sweet Cream?”

“Yeah,” Steve answers.

“That’s my favorite coffee shop!”

“Believe me, we know,” Sam chuckles. You tended you go on and on about how much you loved the pastries there.

“Did you happen to bring anything back?” you ask hopefully.

“No, sorry,” Steve says. And you let out a breath.

“It’s okay.” You glance at Sam, who holds up a small white box,  opens it, pulling out a loaded chocolate cupcake-one of Sweet Cream’s best creations- and bites into it while giving you a smile. He and Steve start to walk out of the kitchen.

“Oh come on, Sam,” you groan “Is this because I ate your Oreos?” Sam just winks at you, disappearing  around the corner. Damn. Now you really want something sweet. You turn towards your book trying to put the vision of pastries out of your head. You hear the sound of soft footsteps and look up to see Bucky awkwardly shuffling next to you. You give him a small smile and he places a box on the table.

“I thought you might like this” he says quietly. You open the box and are greeted with the sight of two of you favorite pastry. Your face breaks out in a grin and you look up to thank Bucky, but he’s gone.


Four months later you blearily creep into the kitchen, having stayed up late the night before. The whole team’s gone or injured. Steve and Bucky had gone on a mission that had ended badly two days ago. Apparently the base that they had been sent to take out had been waiting for those two in particular and had set a trap that had almost taken them down. They had managed to escape, however apparently the trap had involved a gas that impaired the super soldiers’ healing factor. The rest of the Avengers had then been sent to the base to destroy it and last you heard the medical staff was still trying to treat Bucky and Steve. You had just gotten back from a solo mission so you hadn’t been sent out with the rest of the team. You stop short as you spot a figure already at the counter. Bucky Barnes. He’s struggling to open a cereal box with just his metal arm. His other arm is encased in a cast, strapped to his chest in a sling. He looks up at you and you internally wince. The right side of his face is horribly bruised, eye a violent mottling of purple and red, swollen shut. It looks like his orbital bone is broken. Bucky quickly glances away, fumbling again with the flaps of the cereal box. You watch him for a moment before you call out.

“Need some help?” you come and stand next to the counter. He gives a quick shake of his head ‘no’, not meeting your eyes and continues to struggle with the box. It’s a new one, and without a second arm to steady the box, you can tell he won’t be able to get it open without ripping it. And he’s trying so hard not to rip it, you can tell. Your heart aches a bit as you take note of the other bruises peaking out from his collar. You remember the cupcake he gave you, all those months ago.

“Well, I’m gonna make some pancakes.” You declare, moving to the cabinets and pulling out pans. “You want some? Should be better than that nasty wheat and bran,” You eye the cereal box. There’s a long pause.

“Okay,” He says, putting the cereal box back and taking a seat at the counter. You start pulling out the ingredients for the pancakes. 

“You want anything in yours? Blueberries, chocolate chips?”

“No.” He says quietly. “I just put butter.”

“So old fashioned.” you tease. Bucky ducks his head, but you see a small smile on his lips. It’s strange to see him like this, broken and bruised. You’ve seen him injured of course, but with his enhanced healing factor Bucky’s injuries are already half healed by the time mission’s over. He looks vulnerable and it’s kind of unsettling, compared to his normal intimidating stature.

You spoon pale yellow batter onto the pan, watching it spread into a perfect circle. You turn back towards Bucky, catching his good eye darting away from your form as you do so. You grasp at a way to make conversation.

“Where’d you get the name Bucky from, anyway?” You blurt out.

“It’s from my middle name, Buchanan.” He answers, and you snort. You never thought Bucky’s middle name would be so dorky. Bucky ducks his head.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you don’t look like a Buchanan.” you smile, and turn to flip the pancake.

There’s a moment of silence and then you hear Bucky’s voice from behind you “What exactly do I look like then” You turn, surveying him.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, it’s just that Buchanan sounds like the name of the teacher’s pet….” you pause, thinking “James fits you though….. more like the class bad boy,”

“Bad boy?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow

“Yeah, but in a classic teen movie way….you’re like the James Dean type.”

“James Dean….” Bucky’s eyebrow furrow even more. You’re about to reply, but the smell of burning pancake distracts you.

“Damn” you curse, throwing away the burnt pancake. “I really need to acknowledge my limits.” You mutter, pouring a fresh scoop of batter into the pan, praying to the pancake gods that this one will survive. Behind you, you hear the sound of a low, warm chuckle.


The next morning you encounter Bucky in the kitchen, struggling again.

“How do you feel about waffles?” You ask, eyeing the waffle maker “With bacon?”

Bucky turns to look at you. His injuries still look just as bad as yesterday. Your feel a twinge in your heart. From what you’ve heard Steve’s still in the med bay.

“Shouldn’t I be making you breakfast today?” He glances at you and quickly looks away. You give a dismissive wave of your hand.

“No don’t worry about it.” You pause, knowing Bucky probably doesn’t like feeling pitied “I’m gonna use you to test out new waffle recipes.”

“I don’t know if I should be scared.” His lips turn up at the corners.

“Don’t worry, my waffle making skills are much better than my pancake making ones.”

You start to talk as you make the waffles and fry the bacon. You realize you’ve never had a full conversation with Bucky. He’s still pretty quiet, but seems to be warming up to you. You don’t know why this realization makes you feel happy.


The next three mornings proceed in much of the same way. You even make lunch for him on the third day. Bucky’s system is having a very hard time flushing out the components that are stopping his healing factor. Apparently Dr.Cho said that Bucky and Steve should regain their accelerated regenerative abilities once the components flushed out, but there’s no telling how long that process will take. The team’s still gone, and you start to find yourself seeking out Bucky outside of your breakfast interactions, and he doesn’t seem to mind your company. Currently, you two are engaged in a hotly competitive game of checkers. You squint at the board, Bucky’s already captured three of your checkers and you’ve only got one of his.

“How’s Steve?” You ask, moving your piece “I haven’t seen him the past couple of days.”

For some reason Bucky looks sheepish “He’s fine….just resting,” You make a sympathetic noise. If you had been badly injured fighting off 50 enemy agents you’d probably be holing yourself up in your room too. Bucky moves a checker, and you know in two moves he’ll have captured another one of yours. You look harder at the board, trying to think of a new strategy.

“I-uh- I looked up that James Dean guy ” Bucky says.

“Oh really?” You don’t look up from the board.

“Didn’t know ya thought of me as that kind of guy, angel,” At the word ‘angel’, your head whips up and heat fills your face.

“Uh-what?” you stammer failing to hide the fact that he flustered you. Bucky smiles at you and you start to wonder how someone can look so attractive with a black eye and broken arm.

“My ma always said I was a shameless fornicator with the way I was chasing skirts, but I never thought I was ta the level of a film star.” Despite his devilish smirk you can see color rising in his stubbly cheeks. You stare at him, brow furrowed, utterly confused. Then his words go through your head again, and something clicks.

Oh my god” You screech “No- I meant James Dean,  D-e-a-n, not James Deen D-e-e-n” You run your hands down your face, embarrassed.

Bucky laughs, a full loud one, and you realize you’ve never heard him really laugh and you think his laugh is beautiful. You move your checker. And glance up at Bucky.

 “So you were a skirt chaser, huh?” You smirk at him.

 “Uh yeah,-kinda” he clears his throat “Back then when I  took a shine to a dame I was relentless,in  pursuing her, ya know” He looks shy again.

“Oh really?” you giggle

 “Uh yeah, one time I parked myself under a girl’s window and serenaded her every night for a week. It worked ‘til her pa came out swinging with a baseball bat.”

You crack up, laughing until your stomach cramps. Bucky moves another checker, and you wipe away the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.

“So you taken a ‘shine’ to any ‘dames’ lately?” you move your piece.

“No” Bucky says, but then pauses, eyes darting away from yours “I mean there is one….”  Your stomach dips slightly, but you ignore it.

“Ooooh” You tease, and Bucky blushes a bright red.

“Yeah well she hasn’t really given me the time of day,” He looks down at his lap. “But can you really blame ‘er?”

“Bucky don’t say that,” You exclaim, heart clenching, You raise up a finger “Just woo her with food, girl’s love food!”

“I’ve already tried that….she just doesn’t seem to, uh, see me in that way,” He mumbles turning even darker red.

You reach over the checker board and grab Bucky’s metal hand, giving it a squeeze. He looks startled at first, but then gingerly wraps his fingers around yours.

“Hey, you win some, you lose some, there’s plenty of fish in the sea,” you soothe He looks up at you, one eye puffy and swollen, the other filled with thinly veiled hurt. Cool metal fingers squeeze yours.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,”


You continue you spend time with Bucky in and out of the kitchen the rest of the week and into the next. The team comes back, and by Monday the swelling in his eye has almost completely gone down and his bruises have faded. His arm is still in the cast though, and you know once he gets it off and won’t need help cooking anymore, you two probably won’t spend much time together . This makes you feel sad. As he’s opened up you’ve discovered Bucky’s surprisingly sweet and kind and you enjoy spending time with him.

And as you’ve spent time with him you’ve also started to notice more and more how handsome he really is. Tall, built, with a sharp jawline and really soft looking lips….You shake your head slightly, averting your gaze from his lips. It’s Sunday night and you two had ordered copious amounts of  takeout and are having a movie marathon. You discovered Bucky had a thing for couponing when food that should have costed $70 had came out to less than $30. Steve and Sam had slid by under the pretense that they wanted to watch a movie with you two and had devoured two of your pizzas. You didn’t know what to make of the winks they had shot Bucky while exiting the room. You two were now debating what movie to watch next. As you listed off names you notice how Bucky keeps on brushing and blowing his hair out of his face. You pause in the middle of your list fixing him with a look.

“You should really consider french braiding your hair,” You say, gesturing towards him with your chopsticks.

“Two problems with that,angel, I don’t know how to french braid and I don’t have a second arm to do it with.” He raises his right arm, still in a sling and cast. You ignore how the word ‘angel’ makes your heart flutter, just like you’ve been ignoring the fact that he’s been calling you it more and more often over the past week.

“I can do it for you,” You say, setting down your lo mein. He starts to protest but you simply gesture for him to turn around, and get up to quickly grab a comb. You kneel on the couch behind him and as you brush out his hair you wonder how someone can have such thick, soft locks and try to ignore how good he smells,. Bucky’s hair is pretty long for an agent,  past his chin,  and is pretty tangled. As you gentle comb through it Bucky seems to slowly relax, almost melting into you.

“Tell me if i’m hurting you,” You say as you start to section his hair, and Bucky just makes a satisfied noise in response.You part his hair into neat small sections as you braid, and tie off the end with a hair tie. You can’t resist running your hands down the line of his broad shoulders before nudging one.

“Turn around and let me see the front.” He reluctantly pulls himself from you and faces you. You study the front of his hair. You did a pretty good job, you could have pulled the first sections tighter, put the braid looks good. Bucky looks good.

“So, how do I look?” He says giving you a hesitant smile.

“Very handsome,” You quip, smiling back, You turn your gaze towards the sides of the braid for  few seconds, and then back towards Bucky. His eyes are on your face, filled with an emotion you can’t read. He leans closer, and you feel like you’re drowning in his gaze. He says your name.

“Yes?” you whisper. His hand comes up, hesitantly, and strokes your face. Caressing, your cheek when you don’t flinch away.

“You’re very beautiful,” He says leaning even closer, so your noses are touching. You can’t even respond before he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. He’s hesitant, careful at first, as if you might push him away. But then you slide your hands up his chest and hook them around his neck and then his hand is on your waist, sliding down and stroking your hip as the kiss deepens. You feel like he’s devouring you and you love it. You run your hands down his back and moan when he nips at your bottom lip. Then he’s suddenly pulling away, and leaping off of the couch.

“I-I I’m sorry” He stammers out before fleeing the room, leaving you on the couch breathless, with you heart in your throat.

You go to bed, mind whirling. You can’t believe Bucky kissed you. And you liked it… a lot. You finally acknowledge the fact that you’ve been starting to have feelings for the man over the past two weeks. But then you remember how he ran out of the room and how he had said he had a thing for another girl. Your heart clenches as your realize that he probably doesn’t have feelings for you at all.


The next morning you wake up to insistent knocking on your door. You look at the clock next to your bedside and groan. It’s noon. ‘damn why’d I sleep in so late?’ you think, and then last night’s events come rushing back and you want nothing more than to crawl under your covers and sleep some more. But the knocking at your door doesn’t let up, so you pull yourself up and pad towards your door. You open the door and are greeting by the sight of Bucky Barnes, holding plates filled with waffles, pancakes, bacon, and hash browns.He looks frazzled, even though he’s dressed up, in a nice black button down with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans. You notice his cast is gone and his hair is still in the french braid, which is terribly frizzy. Before you can say anything he speaks.

“I have a confession to make.” you raise an eyebrow and he continues. “My arm actually was fully healed on Wednesday.” You mind races and when you realize your heart clenches.

“So you were just using me for free meals.” You say flatly. His face drops in an expression of horror.

“No! no It’s not like that at all! I-ugh-I….” He stammers for a few seconds, trying to gather his thoughts before looking up and fixing you with a pleading gaze. He says your name softly. “I’ve carried a torch for you from the moment we first met. For the longest time I wanted nothing more than to call you mine.” He looks down at his shoes. “But I’m me, and you’re amazing….We didn’t taIk much. I just didn’t know how to approach you. So when you started helpin’ me with meals I thought maybe this was my chance to get close to ya…..”

“Then why’d you run away yesterday?” You question, voice soft.

“I didn’t mean to just kiss ya out of the blue like that. I ran because I was scared you’d reject me. I’m sorry, I know I just kinda pounced unexpectedly,.” He shuffles his feet. “I guess what I’m finally here to ask, is will you be my girl?”

You stare at him for a moment, before letting a slow smile form on your face.

“Alright, Bucky Barnes, I’ll be your girl.” His face breaks out into a broad grin, and he gives a whoop. You giggle, gingerly giving him a hug around the plates he’s balancing. You eye the food, the delicious aroma wafting up and making your stomach growl.

“This for me?”

“Yes ma’am” Bucky says giving you a grin “Figured I owe you a couple of meals.”

You tap your chin with your finger, pretending to think.

“Yeah I guess you owe me a couple of meals. And a couple of kisses too.”


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If you still want to write stranger things may I request fluffy mileven? Literally anthing post season 2 like I dont mind if its snowball, a week later, a month, a year, whatever inspiration hits. I'm desperate for post season 2 mileven fluff so anything you got would be awesome :)

Mike has a collection of flashlights.

They are overwhelmingly gifts from Jim Hopper.

“In case the power goes out.”

“Can’t have you tripping.”

“You can’t fight if you can’t see.”

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bts as boyfriends (namjoon)

♡  tumblr! boy

♡  makes you take his pictures for #KimDaily

over sized sweaters 

♡  “babe do you think we’d look cute with matching hair colors?”

“i don’t think i can pull it off like you do tho” 

♡  late night coffee dates 

♡  philosophical conversations

♡  “i mean yes, existentialism was defined, but i think there’s more, you know, a different side of it.”

♡ tickle fights that always lead to make out sessions

“are U really wearing heels right now?”

♡ A BABY GIANT

♡ “waiT BABE STAY RIGHT THERE” *camera clicks* “ahhhhh so aesthetic

♡ always brighten up your day with cheesy good morning texts

♡ possessive and overprotective af!!!

♡ BOOK SHOPPING!!!

♡ says he’s on his way but he actually just leaving the house yet

♡  H I C K E Y S

♡ breaks the ring box while asking you to marry him

did i mentioned how he loves nICKNAMES

 “Y/N why are you looking like that???”

♡  “ I HATE MATH SO MUCH” 

♡ he ends up tutoring you, giving u a kiss every time u solve the problem correct

a loving and caring boyfriend all in all

Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.

Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.

tagging @emmasbutt who has put up w/ my incessant chatter while writing this fic ♥

Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3

Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.

She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.

She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.

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New Girl - Six

One | Two | Three | Four | Five // Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten


“Hey!” I smiled at Harrison, leaning in for a hug. “Where’s Tony?” How did he know Tony was supposed to come? I opened my mouth to ask him but Jacob rushed toward us.

“Yeah, Tom told us you two were coming by. Something about having something to celebrate. I wasn’t really listening.” I laughed quietly, shaking my head. I was about to answer and tell them that Tony and I didn’t work out, but I wanted Tom to be the first person I told.

“Where’s Tom? I need to talk to him about something!” I tried to fight the smile on my face, but every time I pictured Tom’s expression when I told him, the smile just kept growing. “Is he at the bar?” Harrison shook his head.

“Last time I saw him he was sitting in a booth – with Lucy!” My eyebrows pulled in, in confusion. Before I could ask who Lucy was, Harrison was already answering. “Oh, right! You moved in a couple of months after Lucy. Uh, Lucy was Tom’s ex-girlfriend! They actually moved out here together – it was pretty serious.”

“Are they, like, friends?” Jacob shook his head.

“Nah, in fact, I don’t think they’ve talked since the break-up. She just randomly showed up tonight. Tom looked pretty bummed out, and it struck a conversation. Lucy was here to pay her ‘congratulations’, or something.” You nodded.

“Did Tom mention why he was upset?” You chewed on your lip, you knew why he was upset. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell the guys what happened. You hadn’t even thought of how Harrison and Jacob would feel if two of their roommates started dating.

“No, he just showed up a little distraught. But, Tom’s usually in a mood.”

“Well, he hasn’t been,” Harrison added, nodding toward you with a smile, “I think you might balance him out.” You smiled at the thought of being a better part of Tom. “I didn’t like Lucy,” Harrison concluded.

“God, Lucy was a bitch.”

“Jacob!” Harrison scolded, him. I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Well, she was! She treated Tom like shit,” Jacob shrugged and looked at me, “she used to tell him that we weren’t any good for him – she used to call him a loser. Maybe ‘bitch’ isn’t a nice word, but she wasn’t a nice person.” Jacob looked at Harrison, “Am I wrong?” Harrison opened his mouth to say something, but then sighed, shaking his head ‘no’. “Plus, Tom was a dick when she was around. He had, like, major mood swings, didn’t take care of himself. It was depressing.”

“Yeah, Tom knows how to pick ‘em.” Harrison snorted. “He’s never been good at picking girlfriends. For awhile, we thought he might have had the hots for you – we finally approved of his choice of a woman he might want to pursue.” My cheeks burned, I almost asked how they would feel if Tom and I did start seeing each other, but there was one question that was crawling from the back of my throat.

“Well, why would he want to talk to her now?” I tried to reason that maybe it was like seeing an old friend, but I wouldn’t want to see Robbie – he cheated on me, broke my heart.

“Beats me,” Harrison shrugged, “maybe he just wanted some closure. The break-up was pretty rough, he didn’t talk to us for three weeks.” He nodded toward the bar, “But, here’s your chance to ask him.” I turned around and saw Tom picking up his coat. I walked over to the bar, my palms sweating and my fingers shaking a little.

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Prompt Fic: Shades of Future Past (Zimbits)


I’ve not posted anything original before, and I’ve never written fan fiction.  But I saw the below prompt posted by a friend (original prompt source), and this outline just begged to be written.  Of course, it just kept getting longer and longer.  I’ve left it in outline form, as I truly don’t have the skills to turn it into the monster it threatens to be.

Prompt:

Cleaning out your grandfather’s house after his death you’re going through boxes in his attic when you come across a box of photo albums labeled with your name.

You smile and begin to flip through them. Your smile fades, you don’t recognize many of the people. That is when you realize the dates are from ten to fifteen years into the future.



After the overdose and rehab, Jack returns to his parents’ house in Montreal.  He hasn’t lived there for more than a few months since his first billeting for Midgets years earlier.

He has no idea what he will do with his life.  Hockey is all he knows.

He starts seeing Dr. Turgeon twice a week. He doesn’t say much at first, but an anxiety attack in his 5th week of visits starts their discussions.  He does not talk about hockey or his father. He does talk about how alone he feels. He doesn’t talk about his lack of a future. He doesn’t talk about sex, or whatever that was with Kent.

Bob tries to get him to come to meetings with him (keeping him in view for when he’s ready to return to hockey), but Jack can’t see that far ahead.

Seven months in, one of his Peewee coaches contacts him about coaching some of the kids at his old rink.  He says he’ll think it over.

On his next therapy visit, he brings up hockey for the first time.

Jack’s grandfather died a year after the overdose.

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sterek au: landlord!derek and tenant!stiles

based loosely on this gif set and tags, prompt by fin. written for sterekfest! wish i could have written something longer, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3

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Stiles has a mission. He has a mission and a list – a long list that details with bulleted subpoints all the things wrong with his apartment. Sure, he’s thankful for having a roof over his head (if said roof didn’t leak) and at a fair price (which was really the selling point, let’s be honest). But still, Stiles drops most of his measly paycheck on rent every month, and he’d like a place that wasn’t falling apart. That was only fair.

The building meeting is on the fifth floor. When he arrives, there’s only one other guy there, sitting on a blue couch. Stiles immediately heads over to the large window and starts pacing. “I feel kinda bad for the landlord,” Stiles begins, nervous energy buzzing through his limbs.

“Oh?” the man replies.

“Yeah, I’d hate to be in his shoes, being bombarded with complaints all night. But dude, my water pressure’s terrible, three panes in the window are broken and one has a hole in it, my garbage disposal smells like something died inside of it, and that’s just the top of the list.” Stiles spins around and finally looks at the guy on the couch. He’s never seen him around before, and Stiles guesses he could be considered attractive if you find bearded gym rats hot. Stiles refrains from rolling his eyes because the guy is obviously a douche. Just look at those eyebrows.

“What about you? Please don’t tell me your apartment is perfect, but knowing my luck and probably yours, everything works perfectly for you like it always has and I got the shit apartment.” The guy just stares at him and says nothing. Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns back towards the window, mumbling under his breath, “Typical.”

“What’s typical?”

Stiles spins around again, mouth open in exaggerated shock. “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to talk to me? Words finally making sense to you now?”

The man’s mouth pulls down into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Look, I know it pains guys like you to talk to guys like me because it lowers your cool quotient or you only waste your breath on people as hot as you or something, but we do live in the same building. We’re neighbors. I was trying to be neighborly.”

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Call You Mine || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by queen-of-suburbiaa

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff


There was a glimpse of light from behind the curtains as the morning light fluttered in through the open window. Cold autumn air swept in, stirring the sheets around you, rousing you from the comfortable sleep you had found yourself in.

Bright sunlight flittered across the room, bringing your attention to the body next to yours. He was stretched out, his body shifting slightly as he tried to find the missing warmth from when you had moved.

The light seemed to glow, highlighting the expanse of pale skin that laid next to you. Yoongi’s back was exposed to you, reminding you of what you were now able to call yours.

It was nice to finally be able to see Yoongi like this. For him to finally have a day off to be with you.

He usually spent most of his days at the studio, forgetting to come home and do things with you, but he had booked off this specific day to help you out.

The two of you had just recently moved in together and you were supposed to spend the day putting away boxes and setting things up. The living room still needed to be painted and you thought about conquering that.

He stirred softly beside you and you held your breath as he let out a little huff of breath. One eye seemed to peel itself open and he looked at you, just staring down at him.

The gummy smile you had found yourself becoming more and more familiar with came across his face and the both of you just stared at each other.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You whispered quietly. Yoongi’s arm came up, without saying another word, and he pulled you close just hugging your bottom half. You didn’t say a word as your hand found it’s way into his mop of grey hair.

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Handle With Care

“What’s on your mind babe?” 

Richie’s voice burst through Eddie’s thoughts but he didn’t feel like replying yet, so he let the boy think he was still lost in thought. His chin rested on his shaky palm as his eyes welled up. He didn’t think it would bother him as much as it did but his stomach was twisting and turning in pain from the rush of awful anxiety that he had felt when he stared at the name tag on that shitty red vest. He blinked and tried to calm himself down. 

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