He’s giving her the silent treatment. Curt yes and no answers, professional but cold as ice towards her. Prickly Julius who shuts her out and asks to get switched to a desk job in Germany to get away from her where she knows he probably spends the morning meetings imagining using the suits for target practice while they drone on about expense reports he couldn’t care less about. Do me a favor and shoot me in the head if they ever send me to be a paper-pusher, Night, he used to say to her. He was always more afraid of the mental suicide of boredom than he ever was of physical death. But he chose to be one of the living zombies back at headquarters to get away from her and that hurts. He gets up to go take a cigarette break outside and she follows him.
He leans against the back wall of the alleyway and she stands next to him, the tense silence in between them. He doesn’t look at her.
“This is how it’s going to be, Julius? You aren’t even going to talk to me for the rest of your life?”
He lights up a cigarette, the bright flame illuminating his face. He blows out smoke into the night. “I have nothing to say to you, Jess.”
“Why can’t it be the way it was? Why can’t we just be friends?”
“I don’t want to be your friend, Jess. If that’s what you want, find some other guy. You’re not the type of girl who ever has to go home alone at the end of the night.”
“But they aren’t you.”
She steps into his personal space and he lets her. She fits herself against him, her face tucked into the hollow of his throat. “You weren’t supposed to fall in love with me, Julius,” she whispers to him. “You promised.”
He cups her cheek with his hand. “I know. I’m sorry. For that, I’m sorry.”
She looks into his eyes and he’s open to her again. Not Prickly Julius but Warm Julius, Teddy Bear Julius who likes to wrap his arms around her when he’s sleeping and take her dancing when no one else is looking. Her Julius who looks at her with love in his eyes and loves her even when she can’t love him back.
“In or out, Jess?”
She can’t love him. She can’t love anyone. But for him she wants to want to. For him, she would try. “In.”
She leans in to kiss him but he takes a step back from her. The door opens behind them and Ryan steps out. He looks in between them. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Julius says gruffly. Prickly Julius again. Julius with a titanium heart who lives with ice water running through his veins.
Ryan shrugs and lets it go. “Phone call for you, Julius.”
Ryan turns and goes back inside. They follow him. In the hallway, behind Ryan’s back and where no one else can see, her fingers graze the palm of his hand like a promise. Julius grasps her hand and squeezes it briefly before he lets her go.
When I look into your eyes It’s like watching the night sky Or a beautiful sunrise There’s so much they hold And just like them old stars I see that you’ve come so far To be right where you are How old is your soul?
I won’t give up on us Even if the skies get rough I’m giving you all my love I’m still looking up
And when you’re needing your space To do some navigating I’ll be here patiently waiting To see what you find
‘Cause even the stars they burn Some even fall to the earth We’ve got a lot to learn God knows we’re worth it No, I won’t give up
I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not And who I am
I won’t give up on us Even if the skies get rough I’m giving you all my love I’m still looking up Still looking up.
I won’t give up on us (no I’m not giving up) God knows I’m tough enough (I am tough, I am loved) We’ve got a lot to learn (we’re alive, we are loved) God knows we’re worth it (and we’re worth it)
I won’t give up on us Even if the skies get rough I’m giving you all my love I’m still looking up
A/N: Here’s a smutty little continuation of ‘Physically Fit’ and ‘Extracurricular Activities’ because as a teacher, I hate Field Day and PE Teacher!Killian seemed like a good way to cheer myself up after managing the mayhem! Happy summer, everyone!
Rated: M - this is seriously straight filth Word Count: 3K
The texture of the wood door at her back wasn’t completely unlike the several other smooth surfaces Emma had found herself pressed up against over the course of the past few very heated months. Sure, it was a bit colder and the drag of the sanded oak against her bare shoulders was sending shivers down her spine, but it was honestly a shock that it had taken her this long to make such a sensory discovery.
How they’d avoided the dim lighting and slightly dusty space inside the school storage shed was truly something she couldn’t provide an answer for, especially because there were very few locations they’d skipped since the first time she let his firm hips push her into oblivious ecstasy.
Killian’s hands felt rugged on her sides as they slid downward, his thumbs pressing firmly on her hipbones until she moaned that sound of warning he seemed to enjoy so much. It crossed her mind briefly as he sent a trail of kisses down her neck that maybe he loved her and not just the noises she made when they found themselves in close circumstances like their current ones. It was a thought she had tested a few times before - once when he spent two hours grading essays for her after she’d fallen victim to some plague obtained from her students and then again when he’d asked her to dance with him during their repeat chaperoning duo at the winter formal. Of course, that sweet and almost tender request came right before he pulled her back into a nearby well known locker room where he really made her shiver.
Yeah, January temperatures had nothing on Killian Jones and his ability to chill every inch of her body. The scorching numbers as they currently neared the end of May, on the other hand, seemed to have them both in quite the unprofessional bind.
Sometimes I think I do it on purpose–
Choose someone who won’t choose me back,
Just because it’s easier,
to grieve, to be sad,
Everyone knows that disparing feeling of disappointment,
It’s all much too familiar
oh, but to be loved,
That is a luxury only few could be so lucky
Everyone knows how to have a heartbreak,
to fill empty chambers with regretful what-if’s
but to be accepted and be adored,
And for all that you are,
That hardly ever happens,
so unaccostumed to the common heart
that most fear to know what it’s like to have a heart heal
That now, even I think
I’d rather choose the safe gaurantee
of tear soaked pillows, confidence and trust issues,
than venture the unknown tenderness of pink summers and blue Tuesdays,
The warm nights and temperate days of
what it’s like to gain so much
that the fear of its very absence is enough
to drive us into self-loathing cynics,
When love is somewhere roaming
in your reveries,
Tracing skylines upon star dusts,
hoping you could connect the dots and
Realize that life is a paradox
and the only difference between us and the Happy
is that they are not afraid of the thing
they crave most.
Serenity.06|| Love is Just A Four-Letter Word, 06.16.17
Love Isn’t a Four Letter Word
(Steve Rogers x reader)
Prompt: Can I make a request where the girl who’s an avengers is
best friends with Steve but he secretly likes her and so he keeps drawing her
secretly but then the girl finds his drawings? Thanks so much I love your
The first puzzle
piece that you found wasn’t hidden very well.
It was hastily taped to your morning coffee mug. The drawing was of a hand holding a book. It was elegantly drawn despite its
simplicity, and you knew who put it there.
Steve had been
your best friend almost immediately after he was found in the ice. The first SHIELD agent to see him as he woke,
you took a personal interest in helping him to acclimate to the modern world. In those first months, you were spending
every day together. You taught him how
to survive in this new version of New York, and he taught you to slow down for
the simple pleasures around you. He was
the perfect gentleman, and never once were you concerned of his
intentions. In fact, you’ve recently
begun to wonder if he would ever find that ‘special someone’ and settle down.
“Hey, Cap. Sleep well?”
All you could
make out was a low mumble as he dropped himself into the chair next to you,
head in his hands. “I don’t think I
slept all night.”
Reaching over to
him you ruffled his hair, but he quickly sat up straight into an uncomfortable
posture. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), guess I’m
just jumpy this morning.” He grabbed his
coffee and quickly exited.
Yeah, that wasn’t weird at all.
The next few
puzzle pieces were scattered around the tower for you to find. Each one became harder to find than the one
before, but also with much greater detail in the drawings. As each piece was found, you built the puzzle
on your bedroom door. So far you had
much of the form, but never any hair or facial features. What was Steve doing? You hadn’t seen much of him lately, and when
you did he was quick to find a reason to leave.
were down to the last piece of Steve’s puzzle.
It was the body of a woman, graceful and soft, but so far
unrecognizable. The face was all that
was missing. It suddenly occurred to you
that it could be Peggy. Was he
struggling with dreams again? Is that
why he isn’t sleeping? Frantically
searching the tower, you began to lose hope that you would find the final piece
to unlock Steve’s message.
Exasperated, you laid back on the couch in the common room, hoping to
clear your head. Two hours later, you
woke to a dark room.
The faint sounds
of Steve working in the gym caught your attention. You were going to figure this out once and
for all. Just go up to him and ask. He’s your best friend; if something is
bothering him then he should know he could ask you for help. When you entered, the gym was dark, with a
small light in the back of the room.
Feeling your way towards it, you recognized your puzzle on the far wall;
it looked complete.
It was you. It was exquisite. And suddenly you couldn’t breathe.
turning around to find Steve behind you.
He was as gorgeous as you had ever seen him. Even in the dark room his blue eyes shined. He actually looked rested and happy,
something you hadn’t seen for days. He
gently smiled at you as you regained your composure. “Steve, what’s going on?”
With a deep sigh
he began, “(Y/N), we’ve been friends, best friends, for a long time now. I see you every day and still I miss you the
moment the day is over, and I can’t sleep because I want to get to the next day
with you. But each day gets harder and harder
because I want nothing more than to tell you how much I love you. And I’m terrified that you don’t feel the
same way, but I’m even more scared to not try because I may be missing out on
starting the best part of my life with you. I didn’t know how to say it, so I tried to draw you so that you could see the way I see you, and hoped that you would just know.”
You didn’t realize
that your mouth was open, a look of shock on your face. “Steve…I…”
“I know, I’m an
idiot.” His face dropped a bit, his arms
lowered to his sides. “Anyway, here,
these are for you.” Tears filled your
eyes as he handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, starting to slowly
you threw your arms around him, standing up on your toes to kiss him. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer
until there was no space left between you.
For just a brief second, you had worried that this first kiss would be
awkward; the end to your friendship.
But it was perfect, and you
wondered why you both had waited so long.
“I’m not a virtuoso on an instrument. You know, I’m not always singing in pitch. I laugh sometimes my way through the shows, but I’m an honest songwriter who’s always tried to bring the audience with me on my journey in hopes that they see their own lives reflected in the work.”