me and six are going to be best friends

l o v e - tom holland

summary: tom and y/n are so in love. from the way he looks at her to being the only one he truly adores. love was made for them. this is the ups and downs of being in love with tom holland.

notes: gif not mine based off the song by nat king cole. this was supposed to be something cute and small i wrote in an evening but here we are a week later with the longest fic i’ve ever written. please leave me your thoughts, i worked really hard on this!!

word count: 3542

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THIS POST IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY: SEDDM - Trying to comfort the fandom and himself at the same time.

Does this pic hurt you? GOOD. It should. It means that the characters are well written and their suffering is your suffering as well.

Should you get too worried about this pic? NO. I don’t know how the season is going to end, I don’t know if there’s going to be some sort of resolution to this Star-Marco “conflict”, or if it’s going to happen in season 3 (but it’s obviously going to happen, eventually, because thank god writing is not real life). What I do know is that, despite the title and the theme of the episode, Star and Marco aren’t “just friends”, they’re BEST friends, who are always going to do everything they can to help and care for eachother.

THIS MARCO MOTHER***ER HERE interrupts (again) a makeout session to make sure that his best friend is ok and isn’t feeling left out

AND REFUSES TO GO BACK TO HOT LIPS ON LIPS ACTION UNTIL HE TELLS STAR HOW MUCH HE APPRECIATES HER

AND THIS OTHER MOTHER***ER HERE, who is dying inside, in six episodes has grown enough to go from “Let me use a forbidden spell to spy on Marco’s date” to “My heart is on fire but Marco is happy and that’s ok”

And I don’t know what’s going to happen in Face the Music, and this scene from Starcrushed’s promo might very easily be out of context, BUT IT STILL IS THE ESSENCE OF MARCO’S AND STAR’S FRIENDSHIP, COMMUNICATING.


So: are things going to get worse? Probably. Is Star going to screw up something? Possibly. Is the season going to end on a sad cliffhanger, without solving anything and just getting worse and worse? Sounds unlikely to me but it might be.
Are Marco and Star really going to be torn apart? Not in a million episodes.


Disclaimer: as usual, I can’t be 100% about anything I say. What I know is that the show is amazingly consistent with its characters, and that eventually happiness is going to be back for Star and for us viewers.

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Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person.  She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now?  She was panicking.

Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one.  Maggie had been first.  She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise.  She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.

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My aesthetic will be working a corporate job in six inch nude louboutins with diamond studs and a flawless contour and eyeliner wing. And on the weekends I’ll wear my fur jacket and go out for martinis and Sunday brunch with my best friends and carry my prada bag and drink caramel lattes & kiss my hot corporate fiancée and leave lipstick stains on his cheeks.

Fuel to Fire (3)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), anxiety, depression, mentions of parental negligence, swearing. 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro) Fuel to fire (2)

A/N: Take caution, guys. It’s pretty sad and graphic story telling. 

“There’s something about her, Buck. She’s smart, gorgeous; but there’s something different” Steve muses as he’s calmly, though focused, moving his pencil across paper. The sketchbook lays on Bucky’s shins that are haphazardly placed in Steve’s lap.

“I know. I’m not sure what it is either, but there’s a darkness there” Bucky muses, watching their giant flatscreen television, though not really watching whatever show is playing.

“Yeah” Steve mumbles, and Bucky notices he’s not drawing anymore.

“Can I see?”

Steve shrugs and hands his sketchpad over. The design is simple, no fuss, exactly like Y/N comes across to them. The front sight of an Orchid, a straight lined triangle drawn over it. Within the lines of the triangle, the Orchid is detailed and clear. Outside of them, the petals of the flower are dark coloured and detailed as well, like looking at the negative of a photograph. It’s a rough draw, but beautiful on its own.

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I should be asleep but I can’t so hear me out: nursey’s dad was his mom’s good friend from like college when samuel was an army veteran getting his bachelors at like 30. (he lost his wife really young, found himself a single dad to his daughter & two sons, and wanted a career that would keep him closer to home.) nursey’s mom and dad bonded over hand-to-hand combat techniques and having immigrant parents (his are Ethiopian, hers are Turkish and Bengali). he didn’t have a lot of money, so she’d come up with reasons to “borrow” his kids whenever she knew he needed a babysitter. she credits him to this day for her switch from pediatrics to dentistry– “I love these specific kids, but god help me if i get sneezed on by a toddler I don’t even know.” his kids grew up calling her auntie jo/joeita, he made it through PA school and she got through dentistry, they stay close. so when nurseys mom decides roughly ten years after they meet (she’s five years out of dental school) that she doesn’t want to wait any longer to have a kid, the first person she thinks of when she thinks “good dad whom I trust” her friend samuel. not to mention she knows the kids he already has and thinks they’re great. he happily agrees to be her sperm donor, they have a lot of talks about how and to what extent they’ll be coparenting, five months later nursey’s mom is walking around with a cute baby bump when she runs into the literal woman of her dreams in the Starbucks inside a Barnes & noble. (paloma, for what it’s worth, is just minding her own business when an eleven-year-old boy trips over her shoes, looks her in the face, and then stage whispers “hey auntie jo have you seen how pretty this lady is????” to the stunning woman looking apologetic at the end of the aisle.) ANYWAY, they take their time for obvious reasons but when nursey’s around six months old his dad insists on taking him for the night so that his best friend can FINALLY go on a real date with “Professor Model, I swear joeita if you don’t date this woman it will be a personal affront to me, my children, your ancestors, just go to dinner oh my god”

lil derek is the flower boy at his mom and mama’s wedding when he’s four. his dad officiates, and nursey gets so excited to run down the aisle toward him that he forgets about the petals almost entirely. he grows up with the coolest way-older siblings (cardiologist, psychologist, political policy analyst/future senator) who help him with his homework and show him off to their friends and just get the BIGGEST kick out of nursey, he’s like their mascot, PLUS an awesome dad who teaches him to cook and how to do a real push-up, PLUS the best moms a kid could ask for. every Father’s Day he spends two hours making an elaborate breakfast for his dad before they watch Scrubs in bed while they eat it and he thinks to himself he is just spoiled with love.

Crazy In Love

Originally posted by alex-norma

pairings: stiles x reader; lydia x reader.

warnings: fingering, masturbation (female and male receiving), oral sex (female and male receiving), sex, cursing, slightly daddy kink and mostly NSFW +18. if you’re under eighteen, don’t tell your parents.

a/n: well, this was a first, so I truly hope y'all enjoy it!

word count: 5,2k+


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Masterlist

Originally posted by harrysimpact

UPDATED!

One Shots:

Stone Cold

Y/N and Harry are lovers and destined to be together (or so she thought). Based on Stone Cold by Demi Lovato.

Can’t Let Go

Part two of ‘Stone Cold’ where Harry shows up on Y/N’s doorstep after six months.

Don’t Call Me That*

Harry wants Y/N to call him Alex. In bed.

What’s My Name (Part two of ‘Don’t Call Me That)*

Y/N calls Harry Alex. In bed.

Always- Alex!Harry

Alex tells his lover that he’s going off to Dunkirk.. into the war.

Drunk Harry- A Concept

A lot of alcohol calls for a whiny cuddly and dirty drunk Harry.

Blurbs:

Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

Apparently a drunk best friend Harry calls for him to take off his clothes.

You got a cute butt.

Harry gets very handsy when he’s back home from tour. Today’s obsession: Y/N’s butt.

Sharing is caring. Now gimme your fries.

Where all Harry really wants is to eat your fries.

Did they hurt you?

Where your littlest gets hurt unintentionally by his siblings but it’s nothing a little ice cream can’t fix.

Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?

Harry comes home late from work and his girl looks adorable sleeping.

Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.

You really want Chinese food and Harry wants to touch you.

I won’t let you get hurt.

Harry’s dangling form a thousand feet for a music video and nobody told you about it.

I prefer blondes.

Harry’s trying to get to know the girl at the bar and pickup lines are not usually his thing.

You’re so clingy. I love it

Where you’re sick and all you want is Harry.

Did you really think I could ever replace you?

Arrival of a new sibling sometimes comes with requiring assurance that mummy and daddy still love you.

Did you just make that noise?

Clumsy Harry calls for weird noises.

Can you just man up and change his diaper?

Dirty diapers make Y/N squeamish.

If you can’t sleep.. we could have sex?

Apparently sleeplessness on an airplane calls for sex.

You need to see a doctor.

Where Y/N refuses to accept that her ex got her pregnant.

Friends to Lovers

Anonymous said:Can do you do prompts where two best friends and/or childhood friends try to confess their feelings to each other or find out they like the other person?

Anonymous said:Best friends to lovers first kiss?

Anonymous said:Can you do prompts about childhood friends becoming lovers? 

Anonymous said:I love your prompts soooo much!! Would you mind doing some about childhood friends falling in love?


1)  “Sorry, give me a sec-” they scrounged up their notes. Their hand trembled. “I wrote it down so this wouldn’t come out wrong. Sorry.” 
“You’re not dying, are you?” the best friend sounded worried. 
“What - no? No, I’m not dying. Nobody’s dying. Well, someone probably is. Every six seconds and all that but - no one we know. That I know about.” 
“It’s really, really cute when you start rambling.” 
They lost track of their notes a second time. Their skin went hot. “What?”
“Will you go out with me?” 
“Did you just read my notes upside down?” 


2) I kissed you like you were the centre of my gravity, everything in me drawn, falling falling falling always falling for you. A hand on the back of my neck, a dizzied breath as your thumb brushed an exposed slice of skin at my hip and then crept and settled upwards, warm and steady. Breathless, tentative, abruptly shy as our panting breaths chased the silence. Our eyes met. Yours - soft, a promise that if I fell I would always be caught. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. 
“Hey, you.” And then you kissed me again.


3) They started to creep out of bed, heart pounding, thoughts fogging their brain. Their friend flung out an arm without opening their eyes, catching them around the waist and reeling them back in. Their friend pressed a kiss to their neck. “Easy,” their friend murmured. “You don’t need to panic, it’s fine.Talk to me.” 


4)  “It’s funny, isn’t it.” They kept their eyes on their best friend’s hand, trailing idle patterns because it was easier than looking at their expression. “That we both knew, but never said anything.”
“Never felt like it needed saying.” Their friend’s gaze was intent, and a finger teased over their lip, feather-light. “Would you like me to say it now?”

Its inevitable, high school is gonna end, we are gonna move to different towns. We aren’t going to see these people everyday anymore, we have six months left together. Six more months of lunches 5 days a week at the same table in the same room in the same school. About 150, give or take a few, days until we graduate and leave this school forever. 4 years of our lives is done. And some people might think that this is a dark depressing thought, that in six months we will leave our best friends behind and move on to another part of our life story. But I think there is a difference between me and someone who thinks this is dark and depressing. You, who thinks this is a dark thought who doesn’t want to hear it, you are probably scared, terrified for the inevitable future that awaits you. And thats perfectly fine, be scared to leave your best friends, that fear is going to drive you to make the most out of these last six months together. Its going to make you want to go out and go to games, dress crazily for spirit weeks, not give a crap about what other people in the school think because you are enjoying yourself for the last time with these people. The difference is I am okay with me and my friends splitting up. I have seven best friends and we hang out all the time. I know that these people are going to be the ones I can count on, these people are going to be with me for the rest of my life, most likely the ones I want to have in my wedding. There is going to be distance put in between us and it will be hard to talk. Seven different people, seven different schedules, seven different towns, finding the time for everyone to talk will be so hard but I’m not worried. These are the people that I know I can count on, that will call me out when I’m lying and will help me through a bad day. I know that we might be able to talk everyday, and I think I’m okay with that because I know that these are the types of people that I don’t need to talk to everyday because  I know that they will always be there for me. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to talk to them, believe me I am, but it means that I will be okay if there comes a point where everyone is too busy to talk everyday. Now with all this being said, and how I am not scared, that doesn’t mean I won’t take advantage of these six months, I will. I will enjoy every moment that we spend together, every lunch, every dinner at my house, every song played on my guitar in my room, every old movie watched together, every car ride blasting music. I’m going to love every minute of it, but I know that I will be okay when it comes to the point where all of that is just a memory. I will be okay when we all  leave, yes I will be heartbroken but I know that we will always find our ways back to each other.
I think more seniors need to understand this. People think when high school is over they end a book, they think of there life as a book series, but its not, its one long novel. High school is just a chapter in it, and just because the chapter is over doesn’t mean the main characters cease to exist. Yes new characters come into the story, but the main ones will always be there, maybe not like they were before, and maybe not in the next chapter, but they will come back into the story. It might be years down the line, but the people who are supposed to be in your life, have a way of coming back. These are your best friends, the people you meet in high school and if your lucky they will be there for the rest of your life.
—  Something I said during my religion class today

a thing abt ‘phan’ and romanticizing mental illness

i’m so damn proud of this man

nobody has //any// idea

let me just start with this, im so proud of him for about a hundred million reasons. i grew with every single damn blogpost that’s been up abt this, go read them cause they can say it better than me. honestly, he never would’ve opened up about this a few years ago. the fact that he’s grown so damn much to the point where he’s willing to open up abt his experiences for the sake of helping his audience of over /six million people/? like, opening up to a best friend is hard enough, can you even imagine telling six million people about it?

that’s insanely courageous

he could’ve skimmed over some of the darker details but he didn’t.

but fuck if someone brings up phan, if i see o n e person bring up phan i swear quit the internet

because seriously

christ if they actually do i will personally fucking hunt them down

people who do that,,, it’s literally romanticizing his illness and that’s /fucking/ horrible. did u even watch the video? dans known phil for a big portion of the time he’s had depression and yes, although i’m sure having phil, such a nice support system, has helped him loads, i hate to break it to u but it’s not like phils a miracle worker. he’s human, he can’t automatically /fix/ dan. this isn’t something that directly pertains to phil (if ykwim) and dans clearly been struggling with this for ages.

it’s not up to phil alone to help him, especially because people think they have a romantic relationship.

we can all //clearly// see that dans been struggling //despite// phil being one of his best friends. he literally fucking made a point of talking about how alone he feels during depressive episodes. phil can’t simply go to dan and magically /make/ him feel better because ‘oHm My gOooOooD theYRe boYfRienDdDssdDs’

also like just saying ur completely missing the whole goddamn point of his video if u think this, he didn’t make it to talk about how phil immediately helped him out of depression. because he didn’t. dans been struggling despite having support. he made this video to show that people with depression or similar illnesses aren’t alone with it, because he and i and everyone who struggles with a mental illness know /damn well/ how alone you can feel.

just because phil is there /helping/ him doesn’t mean he automatically cured him. /this is not how mental illnesses work/. it’s not a matter of phil going ‘oh dan be happy!’. its years and years of struggle, it’s such a rollercoaster. up and down. an ongoing battle. with yourself. so dont u dare romanticize daniels illness. don’t apply phan to it, because this really isn’t about phil. it’s about dan.

it’s kind of the equivalent to saying dan and phil /made/ you come out of depression/suicidal thoughts/etc. yes, while they definitely have helped you (and let’s be honest, someone as brave and courageous as dan is an amazing help), you did it on your own. they only helped. you did an amazing thing there. dans on the path to doing his own amazing thing because of phil and us and everyone who he loves. but they’re not doing it /for/ him. ultimately, he’s doing it for himself.

it’s sososo important to recognize the fact that dan didn’t make this abt phan, but to help with people struggling. getting professional help was something he said helped him loads. he purposely made the video uplifting to show it does get better, as people who are at their lowest points easily think it won’t. it was created to inspire and help and bring awareness and spread acceptance and get rid of stigma. but one thing it was not fucking made for was to be romanticized.

thank u

have you seen her?

Originally posted by teenwxlves

pairings: reader x stiles stilinski.

warnings: meh, a bit angsty, some smut. nothing much. 

a/n: I wasn’t going to publish it in the first place, it was just going to be a little thing I did for my precious bee, @dylan-trash-tbh, however, I though I would risk it and post it. I really hope you all enjoy it!! 

ps.: you might have some characteristics that don’t belong to you, because, as I said, I made this especially to bee and now I’m sharing. haha

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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Originally posted by yuris-on-ice

(24/2/17)

I got so many lovely recommendations this week! Thank you! Read until the very end for an announcement!

If you do not see your recommendation it means that it will be on next week’s list! 

Rec’d by anonymous:
lie to make me like you by cityboys, Mature, 80k
Victor is a retired actor looking for love, and Yuuri happens to be the (un)fortunate soul to unwittingly ask him out at the beginning of the month. Except relationships don’t come with a script, and it’s much harder understanding love than roles.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Each Sip Like Starlight by cloverfield, Mature, 13k
There are two beds here – both identical, made up neat with hotel linen and pillows piled high. They’re only going to need one.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Winning Hearts by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom), Teen, 19k
When Victor Nikiforov is 17, he meets Yuuri Katsuki, and they become quick friends.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Until You Return to Me by BatMads, Teen, 35k (WIP)
Yuuri and Victor are in St. Petersburg together at last, but when Yuuri has difficulty adjusting to the transition and tragedy strikes, it seems as though they may be separated forever. Now they struggle to find their way back to each other when the universe seems to conspire against a happy ending.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @scarlet99 :
never tasted rubies by ebenroot, 16k
In which Yuuri is an unwilling radio host and Victor won’t stop calling in to chat with him.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
even Time by DiAnna44, Mature, 18k
In which yuuri and victor get it wrong until time comes in and allows for them to get it right.

Pomegranate (Never Let Me Go) by loving_mellark, powerandpathos, Gen, 4.1k
Viktor and Yuuri skate to the Underworld myth of Persephone and Hades.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
High-Flying, Adored by terra_incognita, Gen, 26k
Yuuri is new to this whole superhero thing, but he thinks he’s more or less got the hang of it. Moonlighting as Eros, he’s taken up the mask to protect the people of Hasetsu from a surprising wave of organized crime.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
An Inch Too Much by AgapantoBlu, Mature, 5.7k
An unwanted flashback of his past was the last thing Viktor needed before Yuuri’s Rostelecom Cup and in between that, the pressure of being back in Russia and Makkachin suddenly hurting, he feels crushed.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Entwining Fates by rinsled05, Teen, 27k
Imagine, then, if a young Japanese wizard by the name of Yuuri Katsuki had transferred to Hogwarts to escape his past, just in time to meet a Russian Quidditch player who would blow open the very doors he was trying so desperately to close.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Helpless Magic by Shermanshire, Teen, 4.8k (WIP)
AU where Viktor becomes Yuuri’s magic tutor, and Yuuri begins to fall helplessly in love because he’s a little adorable dork.
Helpless! by Icelette, Gen, 681 words (locked to Ao3 users)
Woke up and started imagining Viktor and Yuuri as Eliza and Alexander from Hamilton, at the ballroom, and ended up replacing/rewriting the lyrics for Helpless from the Hamilton musical.
Love Doesn’t Discriminate, Between the Winners and the Fakes, It Skates and It Skates and It Skates by TheSecretUchiha, Gen, 35k (WIP)
Yuuri opens his eyes and there’s an angry man speaking Russian at him and a crowd of expectant fans waiting for a performance by the best skater in the world.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
We Close At Six by beAUtiful (future_fishy), Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
Yuuri works at the rental desk of an ice rink. Viktor is a business man who happens to go to said ice rink every day after work. Throw in an adopted son, a gossipy best friend and a lot of mutual pining and you get this.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @ever-so-nice:
when the ice melts in the snow (that’s when you’ll love me) by lilithiumwords, Explicit, 47k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is the worst incubus in the Underworld. Viktor Nikiforov is his human target.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
With The Engine Inside by RC_McLachlan, Explicit, 2k
Victor brought this on himself.
Immaculate Dream, Made Breath and Skin by RC_McLachlan, Explicit, 2.8k
Almost half his life has been spent training for the day that Victor Nikiforov takes him to bed, so when it finally happens after the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri’s prepared. More than prepared: he’s ready. No one’s ever touched him as a lover, sure, but there’s nothing that he hasn’t already dreamed about doing or having done to him to make anything that could happen a shock.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @skatinggays:
Fatum ad Momentum by maydei, Teen, 18k (WIP)
A re-evaluation of everything, from day one, the real day one. From, “Be my coach, Victor!!” And how trust, friendship, and love were built from there. Through Victor’s eyes, the story unfolds—the journey and experience of knowing Yuuri.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Tale of Sleeping Prince by LittleSnow00, Teen, 49k (WIP)
From when he was 5, Yuuri Katsuki knew he was different.
And he chose to ignore his gift until he met a certain spirit under the cherry blossom petals.
My Sanctuary by sophia191203, Mature, 17k (WIP)
Omegas are rare… like super rare… Male omegas, even more so. Yuuri is one. How is he going to tell Victor?

Rec’d by @harlequinade-13:
Rise Above the Tides by Kashoku, Explicit, 34k
Yuuri was going to go out on top, just like Viktor had. He was going to win gold in his third World’s appearance and then retire to spend the rest of his life with his husband. But when a freak accident during his finale free skate leaves him blind, Yuuri finds himself spiraling into a world darker than the one in front of his eyes and he must learn to Rise.


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P.S. I am opening submissions for YOI Fan Rec Friday art/gif/edit banners! Please don’t feel pressured to make anything if you don’t want to, but if you love creating art/gifs/edits and want to create a YOI themed (preferably Victuuri, but I don’t mind!) banner for my YOI Fan Rec Friday posts, send it into my submissions box and it may be selected! 🎉 To thank you, I’ll make a whole fic rec list of whatever you would like (as long as it’s within my fic rec guidelines!) and infinite thanks and internet hugs from me ☺️

Slow Hands

Summary: Nat and Wanda get tired of the ever growing sexual tension between you and Bucky so they decide to take action.

Word count: 2639

Warnings: swearing, implied smut

Requested by anon: Can you do a Bucky x reader based on the song Slow Hands by Niall Horan. I live for your writing.

A/N: this was my first songfic. I wrote a fic inspired by the song using a few variations of lines that fit with the story rather than one with big chunks of lyrics between paragraphs. Hope it’s ok 😊

‘Damn that man is something else’ Natasha sighed as she stretched on a training mat next to Wanda. She was gazing at Bucky as he grunted against the weights on the bench press and Wanda giggled at her dumbfounded expression.

‘Keep dreaming Nat, you know he only has eyes for (Y/N). She’s got him wrapped around her little finger but she has no idea. I bet he’d walk through fire if she asked him to’ she laughed when Natasha rolled her eyes and she got her phone out of the gym bag lying next to her. 'Who’re you texting now?’

’(Y/N)’. Wanda tutted and giggled again. 'She has to see this’ she said, her eyes moving again to Bucky as he got off the bench and dragged the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat off of his face and she hit send. When your phone had gone off you were sat with Sam, both in silence as you scrolled through your Instagram feed just enjoying each other’s company. Knowing Nat it was nothing but the text made it sound urgent so you exhaled heavily and sat up.

'Urgh I’ve got to go. Nat wants me’ you sighed and Sam rolled his eyes.

'She still trying to set you up with Bucky?’ he asked and you laughed.

'Something like that. God I wish she’d stop it’s just embarrassing for me. It’s not even like he likes me back’ you whined and Sam scoffed.

'Keep telling yourself that. Sorry do you need a guide dog? I think you may have gone blind’ he retorted.

'Ha ha. But seriously I’ve got to go’ you said, waving as you walked out and headed down to the gym. When you shoved the doors open Nat’s face lit up and she waved you over. You met her bright grin with an irritated scowl and she and Wanda both burst out laughing. Unbeknownst to you, Bucky, upon noticing your arrival, had puffed his chest out, loaded up the weights so they held at least 200lbs and started deadlifting the enormous weight. Deliberately not looking at him you keep your eyes on the girls and make a beeline for their mat so you miss the side glances Bucky was giving you, hoping you’ll look over. 'What?’ you hissed when you got within earshot. Nat just grinned wickedly, nodding over at Bucky while Wanda was in stitches laughing. 'And?’

'And he’s hot as hell and every day that you skirt around the glaringly obvious sexual tension between you makes me question what the hell is wrong with you’ she replied, her voice gradually getting louder. 'Look just go over and talk to him’ she said and you sighed. 'Please?’ she whined and you huffed and got up from the mat.

'Fine’ you snapped and you made your way over to him. 'Hey Buck’ you greeted, lifting a hand to wave at him as you approached. When he saw you his eyes widened, he dropped the weights just missing his foot and he cursed under his breath. 'Sorry, did I interrupt? I’ll just go’ you said, turning slightly to return to Nat and Wanda.

'No!’ he almost yelled and you turned back to him. 'I mean no you didn’t interrupt, it’s fine I was just about to stop anyway’ he said hurriedly.

'Can you really lift all that?’ you asked in disbelief, noting the loaded up bar at his feet.

'Yeah, you know it’s really not that hard, it’s all in the stance. Come here I’ll show you’ he stepped back and gestured for you to stand in front of it. You bit your lip and looked back at the girls who were nodding furiously and sticking their thumbs up at you.

'Ok but only if you take some of the weights off. Not all of us are super soldiers Barnes’ you teased and he laughed nervously as he went to lessen the weight you’d be lifting. You stood in front of the bar with Bucky inches behind you and he instructed you in a low voice, sending shivers down your spine with every word that left his lips.

'First you gotta stand with your legs apart and your feet just underneath the bar’ he said and when you complied he nodded and continued. 'Then when you bend over to grab the bar make sure you keep your legs straight’. You did as he said, bending over and wrapping your fingers round the metal, trying desperately to ignore all the dirty thoughts fogging your mind as you felt your bum press against his crotch and you flushed when he made no effort to move back. 'When you’re ready to lift, bend your knees so your shins touch the bar, lift your chest, straighten your back and pull. Take a deep breath, hold it and stand up with the weight’. You bent your knees and lifted the bar as he said, almost laughing when you felt it come off of the floor. When it became too much you dropped it, stepping back and bumping into Bucky.

'Whoops’ you giggled as you fell into his chest which soon became more of a nervous chuckle as you felt his large hands come to rest on your hips and his hot breath on your neck as his hair tickled your cheek.

'Whoa there, think you might need to sit down’ he said, so quietly it was like a whisper and you nodded, wanting nothing more that to leave this uncomfortable situation. 'Here’ he said, offering you his water bottle as you sat on the bench next to his mat. You thanked him and took a swig from the bottle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking over at the girls who’d been watching, gaping in disbelief. You raised an eyebrow at them and missed the lustful look Bucky was giving you as you took another mouthful of his water. You looked back to Bucky as he returned to deadlifting the weights and shot him a smile as you leaned back on the bench, waving at Steve when he entered. One eyebrow arched when he saw you sat with Bucky but he shrugged and made his way over to you.

'Hey (Y/N), didn’t think you’d be here’ he said, apparently ignoring Bucky, still releasing grunts of exertion.

'Rogers I’m offended. I come to the gym all the time, boy do I love training’ you said sarcastically and he laughed. 'Buck was just teaching me how to deadlift. He’s really a very, very good teacher’ you said putting emphasis on each word and lowering your voice almost to a whisper, inwardly laughing as Bucky’s grunts turned to embarrassed coughing.

'Nice (Y/N)’ Steve replied, smiling at you as your inward laughs turned to childish giggles. 'Anyway I thought you girls always spent the whole day leading up to one of Tony’s parties getting ready?’ he said and your eyes widened.

'That’s tonight? Oh shit’ you exclaimed, running over to where Wanda and Nat were still sat, evidently not planning on training any time soon. You grabbed their hands and pulled them up, still looking slightly panicked. 'Tony’s party is tonight?’ you yelled and they nodded nonchalantly. 'Why didn’t you tell me? Oh god I’ve got nothing to wear! I can’t go I’ve not had enough time to get ready’.

'Relax (Y/N) we’ve already picked out a dress for you and Nat will do your hair and makeup. You have to look killer tonight, we’re gonna get our old pal Buckaroo to give way to his urges and finally make a move on you. He just needs a little push’ Wanda explained and you rolled your eyes, tugging them both by the hand out of the gym and up to your bedroom. 


'It doesn’t leave much to the imagination does it?’ you said, your voice a high pitched squeak with nerves as you tugged at the hem of the slim fitting burgundy dress that stopped above your mid thigh. The plunging neckline showed off a modest amount of cleavage and Nat had straightened your hair and given you a smokey eye with lipstick almost the exact colour as the dress and velvet six inch heels. Wanda squealed when you stepped out and Nat’s jaw dropped. 'Does it look terrible?’ you asked nervously.

’(Y/N) if I was Bucky I’d fuck you on the spot’ Nat deadpanned and your rolled your eyes. 'Ok well lets get going I can’t wait for you two to get together for much longer!' 


'Steve is she trying to fucking kill me?’ Bucky growled to his best friend, his hands tightening around the beer bottle he was holding and his eyes never leaving you as you danced with some of the tech guys. Nat and Wanda were with you, wholly encouraging you as you swung your hips teasingly and beckoned one of them forwards with one finger. When he came closer your hand closed around his tie and you pulled him towards you as you began grinding against him.

'Language Buck’ Steve warned. 'I told you, tell her how you feel and then you might be dancing with her. Like that’ he said, blushing at little as he watched your overly provocative dance around the flustered man you’d chosen to be your victim. Bucky growled, now watching your partner and he made up his mind to teach this little boy to stay away from his girl. 'Don’t hurt him Buck’ Steve yelled in vain to his retreating back. When your back was turned Bucky almost soundlessly pulled the technician back and took his place, any noises of protest being drowned out by the music. When you felt two muscular arms tighten around your waist and pull you up against him, you knew it was Bucky and you leant into his touch.

'Doll, what do you think you’re doing?’ he growled into your ear and you worked to suppress the moan threatening to break your composure. 'I’ve been watching you all night in this little number and you’ve not looked my way once’. You responded by spinning around to face him, gripping the lapels of his jacket with both hands and pulling him even closer.

'You mean like this?’ you whispered, smiling innocently up at him as you met his dark blue eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and his fingers dug into your sides making you sigh with pleasure and close your eyes. You let the music carry you, pushing yourself up against the front of Bucky’s jeans and whispering his name into his ear as you moved your hips rhythmically against his.

'Fuck’ he snarled and you pulled back, looking into his eyes for mere milliseconds before his lips crashed into yours and he was kissing you with a desperate urgency that made you smirk as you kissed back, your hands snaking under his jacket and wrapping round his waist, feeling the rippling muscles underneath his dress shirt. His hands were slowly moving down from your hips to your thighs, the metal on skin contact making you gasp against his lips and giving him an entrance to force his tongue inside your mouth. They found the hem of your dress and started pushing it up, getting dangerously high and you pulled away, his lips chasing yours in an attempt to get them back. You removed your hands from his hips and pushed his hands away then grabbed his tie, pulling his head down to your level you pressed your lips to his ear.

'Not here’ you whispered, only just audible to him above the sound of his own heartbeat and the booming music. 'We should take this back to my room’. When you let go of his tie he remained close, breathing heavily and staring at you, his eyes almost black with desire. He nodded and gripped your hand as though making sure that there was no way he was leaving the party without you, pulling you through the partying throng and out of the door, not stopping until he reached the elevator and hit the button. When the doors closed his lips met yours again, his body pinning you to the wall and his flesh hand gripped one exposed thigh and hoisted it up so it rested on his hip. He kept this hand firmly on your thigh but let his metal hand roam your body, slowly skimming up one side from the hem of your dress to your collarbone, forcing a guttural moan to leave your lips. Your hands tugged at his hair as he left wet kisses along your neck, down to your cleavage and back up to your ear, nipping on your lobe and eliciting yet another breathless moan from you.

'You were dancing with that kid from tech’ he whispered and your breathing hitched. 'You led that poor boy on to play with me’. You nodded silently, squeezing your eyes shut and noting how quickly Bucky had regained control. He was pushing your dress up tantalisingly slowly but when he saw your burgundy lace panties you could tell his control was weak as his eyes widened and he swallowed.

'Yes Sergeant’ you gasped and his eyes shot to yours. Once more closing the gap between you he buried his face in your hair as he tried to recompose himself. 'The boy meant nothing. It’s you I really want. I want you, Bucky’ you simpered and he pulled back to look into your eyes. 'I’m yours’. That was it for Bucky. A low, animalistic groan emanated from his chest and he pushed himself into you, rejoining your lips but your hands didn’t stop, steadily moving over each other’s bodies as though systematically trying to memorise each and every curve and muscle. You were so caught up in each other that neither of you heard the doors of the elevator open or Nat and Wanda both watching, their mouths agape as you stripped Bucky of his jacket and began on his buttons and as Bucky clawed desperately at the seams of your dress until they tore. He discarded the dress and stood back, gazing at you with admiration as he drank in your exposed form, your flushed cheeks as you stood in just your matching underwear and heels and the playful smile on your face. You beckoned him towards you and he complied, dropping his own shirt on the floor as he did. Planting himself between your legs, he kissed you with such passion that it took your breath away and your hands ran across his broad chest and muscled torso, digging your nails in a little leaving tiny red scratches in your wake.

'I really liked that dress as well’ both your heads snapped up in shock at Nat’s voice and you pulled Bucky in front of you when you saw both of them stood there. 'Oh well I’ll get another one’ she shrugged as though nothing had happened and you peeked out at her from behind Bucky. He turned his head slightly to look down at you.

'Your room?’ he asked and you nodded, leaving your clothes in the lift as Bucky lifted you off of your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped your bum. You made your way past the girls and to your bedroom door at the end of the corridor, hungrily attacking Bucky’s lips with your own as he fumbled behind himself to open you door.

'Tell us all about it’ you heard Wanda yell after you, just before Bucky kicked the door shut, lay you onto your bed and, lowering himself on top of you, reattached his lips to yours as a beginning to a night you would never forget.

Tagging:

@buckyappreciationsociety

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘cause I know that you feel me somehow. You’re the closest to Heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t want to go home right now.”

“And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life. And sooner or later is over… I just don’t wanna miss you tonight.”

When your best friend @princess-kurama makes you listen “-Iris- Goo Goo Dolls” and you fall in love with it to the point you cry. And you fall in love with those six, animal-animated couples too. 

anonymous asked:

Lance for forgetting everything temporarily

Ohhhhhhhhh

You can read this with slight klangst if you want! 

Lance groaned as he lifted his head off the ground, everything hurt and Lance slowly looked at his surroundings. He was on some sort of planet, that definitely wasn’t Earth, and he stared at the giant Blue lion that was laying a couple hundred meters away from him. 

Is that a giant lion? Judging from where I’m located and the lion is located I must have come from inside that ship? Lance attempted to stand up but pain consumed him and he fell right back down on the purple grass. What type of place has purple grass?

Lance laid in complete silence his head throbbing and his muscles screaming out in pain whenever he moved them slightly. After a few minutes of Lance attempting to remember how he got in this situation he heard someone calling his name. 

“Lance? Lance? Are you okay?” A low panic voice came through Lance’s helmet and Lance groaned in pain from the noise. 

“Keith calm down, Pidge has the Blue Lion on our scanners, he can’t be far from her.” Another low voice came over Lance’s helmet and Lance threw the helmet off his head. Everything was too loud and Lance didn’t know who these people were or how they knew his name. 

How do they know me? I don’t recognize them at all, and what the fuck is a Pidge? 

Lance felt his heart race increase when he saw more giant lions fall down from the sky. Lance had no idea what they were but they landed next to the Blue lion and were those people coming out of them? Lance could barely keep his eyes open and he eventually let sleep consume him just as he heard footsteps get closer. 

-

About a week later Lance fell out of the pod and was immediately caught by Hunk. 

“LANCE! You’re finally awake!” Hunk hugged his best friend tighter, ignoring the confused sounds Lance was making. 

Lance felt like he couldn’t breathe and used all of his strength to push back against the person who was hugging him. “Get off me!” After what felt like eternity the person let Lance go and he slumped to the floor. 

Lance looked around the room and saw six strange looking people that were looking at him like they knew him and that he was crazy for pushing that guy away from him and screaming at him. 

“Lance are you alright?” A ginger haired man with a huge moustache approached him with concern in his eyes. 

Lance looked at the man who was speaking to him. “Who are you?” 

-

Lance was sitting what was apparently his bedroom with the man he now knew as Coran. He was escorted here after a raven haired boy started to scream and the man who hugged him broke down crying. 

“So you are telling me that you don’t know any of the people in this place?” Coran questioned as he stared at Lance intently. 

Lance shook his head no, “should I?” 

“Yes, we’ve been living together for a few months now. You knew Hunk and Pidge back at the Garrison. Shiro was your hero and Keith was your rival.” Coran counted off his fingers as he listed the different thing Lance should know. 

Lance was destroying his brain thinking about what Coran was saying but everything seemed like new information. “I’m sorry, I just don’t remember any of it.” 

Coran sighed and stood up from where he was sitting. “Stay here, I’ll get you some food and we can discuss ways to jog your memory.” 

Lance watched the older man exit his room and placed his head in his hands. I don’t know what I should know. Who are these people? Why am I with them? What purpose do I serve with them? Lance kept his head in his hands and stayed in his room even when he heard the same raven hair boy yelling down the hallways and other people telling him to calm down. 

I really liked this idea tbh 

I may write more if people want! 

I hope you like it! 

Sorry this took so long!!!

Thank you! 

sad-guinness  asked:

Did you expect Six of Crows to be as popular as it is?

Nope. The entire time I was writing SoC I kept saying, “Why am I doing this? No one’s going to want to read this.” And I would kind of laugh a brittle, semi-hysterical laugh, and my friends would look at me with concern in their eyes, and then I’d go back to work. It’s sort of all you can do. You tell the story you want to tell. You tell it the best you can. You hope for the best. 

Our Booth ~ Jughead Jones

Okay, I have quickly become extremely obsessed with Riverdale, and mainly Jughead! I love the new twist on the character, and I absolutely love the way that Cole Sprouse portrays him, so I needed to write something for him.

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   You had just moved back to Riverdale after three years of being away. You were excited to see all your old friends again and to see what they were like now; especially your old best friend, Jughead Jones. You had both been pretty devastated when your mom told you that she had gotten a job that required you to move. You two had kept in touch for almost two years after that, but it faded to a couple text messages here and there, until the two of you just completely stopped. For the last two years you hadn’t seen or heard anything from your absolute best friend in the entire world.

   Your mom had sent you to pick up your takeout at the local diner and your personal favourite place to eat; Pop’s.  Jughead and you used to come here all the time, every friday night you would sit at the same table and just talk about life, that booth was your happy place. Walking in, Pop comes from behind the counter to greet you.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know that you were back in town, how are your parents?” He asks.

“They’re great, they actually sent me to pick up our food. You know that none of us can resist your burgers” you smile at him.

“Well, I will get that ready for you, it’ll take a minute so, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you Pop”

  
    You look around the room and notice that the place is completely empty except one person; you didn’t expect anything different at this time on a Friday night. The boy looked to be about your age with black hair covered by a beanie, he was typing away furiously on his laptop.

    Damn, he is attractive!

   He also happened to be sitting in your favourite booth. You decide to go talk to him, maybe you’ll have a friend before you start school in a couple days.

   Standing next to the table, you greet him, “Hello, would you mind if I sat?”

“Why?” He asks, not looking up from his laptop.

“I don’t know, maybe so we can have a conversation? Doesn’t seem like you’ve got a line up of people wanting to talk to you.” I sassed.

“Fine, whatever” he agrees, not looking at you still.

“Thank you” I reply politely, sitting down across from him, “I’m starting to understand why people aren’t fighting to be your bestie.”

“I really don’t care if people like me, I’m fine on my own.” He rolls his eyes at you.

“Wow, you’re really hot, shame about the personality though” you snark

“Well, I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you” he tells you sarcastically.

“Whatever. What are you writing?” You ask, pointing to his laptop.

“A novel” he answers.

“About?”

“What happened here this summer, the murder of Jason Blossom” he says flatly.

“Interestic topic” you try.

“Order for (L/N)” Pop says, bringing the bag of food to the table and placing it in front of you, “ It’s good to see you two back together again, and in your booth too. You know (Y/N), Jughead never sits at a different table, even in all the time that you were gone.”

   Pop smiles at the two of you before making his way back behind the counter.

“(Y/N) (L/N), is it really you?” Beanie boy asks you, losing the grumpy attitude instantly, closing his laptop he just stares at you wide eyed.

   He searched your face like he was trying to memorize it. he had a look of pure joy on his face and you assumed that you had the same look. You had missed him so much, and now he was right here in front of you again, you were overjoyed to have your best friend back.

“The one and only” you answer happily, “ you look different Jug.”

“So do you” he answers with a grin, “I didn’t even recognize you.”

“Did you really always sit here?” You question.

“Every Friday, six O'clock on the dot” He answers, “I guess I just hoped that one day you’d come back through those doors and everything would go back to the way it used to be; you and me against the world.”

“That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard Jug” you say, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks, “I guess your wish finally came true.”

“I guess it has” he smiles, “come on, let me walk you home, I haven’t seen your parents in ages.”

The two of you stand and he packs up his bag, before throwing the strap over his shoulder.

“They have definitely missed you” you beam, “but, not as much as I have.”

“Good to know (Y/N), cause I have missed you to” He says, pulling you in for a tight hug.

  You stand there for a minute, just hugging, trying to make up for the years without eachother. His head rests on top of yours, while yours is laid on his chest.

“Damn, you got tall Jughead.” You laugh from your place in his arms.

“I like it, I’m the perfect height to rest my head on yours” you don’t have to see his face to know that he is smiling.

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh.

“I know, I got that from so many years of hanging out with you” He jokes as the two of you pull away from the hug. He grabs one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he grabs the bag of food with his other hand.

   You pay for your food and exit through the front door of Pop’s into the chilly September weather, walking together down the sidewalk, hands clasped together tightly.

“Now, what’s this about me being hot?” Jughead teases you lovingly.

“Shut up.”

Chris Evans - Spotlight

Originally posted by blairsfelicity

Summary: You attend the Oscars with Chris. He wins the award for Best Actor and he surprises you during his speech.

Requested by: @fandomgirl9193

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Characters: Chris Evans, Reader, Robert Downey Jr, Susan Downey, Lisa Evans, Bob Evans, Scott Evans, Carly Evans, Shanna Evans, Jake Gyllenhaal

A/N: Thank you to the wonderful @mo320 for being my beta!

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