no but seriously i need help breathing

DOCTOR DREAMY | PT.2 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst + expecting parents au

word count: 11,035

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin

description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

cr. 


six years prior.

“Do you wanna have kids one day?”

Jimin tilted his head as if to ponder the idea before tugging you across the bed until you were leaning against his chest, curious eyes catching your own.  

“Sure, I mean one day. One day, far, far away,” He said, pointing his finger off into the distance jokingly.

You laughed, hand skimming along the back of his neck. “Yeah, me too.”

“Any particular reason why you’re asking?” He said as he began playing with the strands of your hair.

“I dunno,” You shrugged. “We’ve been dating for a long time, just thought that it’s something we should know about each other.”

Jimin nodded, “No, you’re right. It’s kind of something you should figure out before things get too far in the relationship… Guess we waited a bit too long, but we’re on the same page, so that’s good,” He smiled, leaning down to place a short peck against your lips.

“So that means you think that information will be put to good use one day?” You asked, quirking your brow to insinuate.

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It’s Hopeless - Sebastian Stan Imagine

warnings: angst, fluff, Chris!Best Friend,  

request: The reader is best friends with Chris, but in love with Sebastian. She goes to Chris for advice on how to let Seb know how she feels. - @ theimpossibleg1rl

words: 1700+

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“What the fuck are you doin’ here!” You ran towards your best friend at full speed, knowing he can take your impact easily.

“Chris! I missed you!” Your voice was muffled by the neck of his Cap suit.

Chris kissed your hair, holding it flat with his large palm. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you lifted off the ground, and stuck in his arms.  

“I missed you too, Honeypot.”  

You had flown down to surprise Chris while he shot Civil War in Atlanta. He’d been moaning for months about how he was so bored and homesick that you decided to shut him up. For a little bit, at least.

Setting you back on Earth, he bared a grin when whilst holding you away from his body. He was looking for any change to your appearance since he’d last saw you, which was five months ago. A lot can happen in five months, and Chris was always so diligent in knowing every detail of your face and appearance. He could spot your hair cut an inch shorter, or you wore a new outfit. It was nice to have a best friend who took notice in the effort you put into looking presentable.

“Well, what are you fuckin’ doin’ here? When’d you get in?” Chris slung one arm over your shoulder and guided you towards the crafts table, where a selection of decorous food was lying.

“Lisa ringed me the other week beggin’ me to take spring vacation to come visit you! I guess I was the only one fit to shut up your whining and begging.” Chris chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. He knew he had been on the, rather, complaining side in his tone for the last few months. He just missed his family so much. He missed seeing Miles, Lucy, and Noah. He missed not being able to go to his parent’s house on Thursdays for spaghetti dinner.

“Like always, she was right. You are the only human being beside her that could make me feel like I’m home with just your presence.”

You felt so much love for your best friend, and now you felt even more. He was so sweet and benevolent in nature. He’d been that way since the day you met him, 26 years ago. He was just a scrawny 9 years old, terrified to go down the slide on the playground. You were an adventurous 8-year-old and told Chris he could hold your hand while going down the slide together. He agreed and ever since then you two have held each other’s hands through the worst of times and the best of times.

“It can’t be! No way!” Booming from across the lot, you saw Mackie waving his hands frantically at you while jogging over. There had been a companion with him, a brunette you had only heard about before. The brunette didn’t join Mackie when he ran over to you, though. He just set foot in a slow pace walk, almost looking uneager to meet the mysterious best friend of Chris’.

Anthony pulled you into a big hug when he finally reached you and Chris, both pigging out at the table of goodies. “Big Mack! How goes it?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Not too bad. Livin’ good down in A.T.L., aren’t we Evans?”

“You are, Mr. Life of The Party.” Anthony gawked at Chris and slapped his shoulder. “Don’t try and pretend that you ain’t out at the clubs, talkin’ to the ladies, now. We don’t wanna be tellin’ lies to our friends now do we?” You giggled at shook your head, turning back towards the donuts.

You held a chocolate glazed one to your mouth when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. Those have been baking in the sun for a good fifteen hours.”

Sebastian had his blue eyes cast towards you, with a warm smile upon his lips. Chuckling nervously, you agreed and laid the donut back on the tray.

“Thank you. Wouldn’t have wanted to catch food poisoning my first day here.” Sebastian just broadened his grin that, swear to god, was twinkling in the sunlight. He stuck out his hand and you met him halfway.

“Sebastian.”

“Y/N. Chris’ best friend.”

Ever since that moment, you had been hooked to Sebastian Stan. Hopelessly, carelessly devoted to a man who didn’t even know you felt so much towards.

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Imagine working as a waitress for the Joker and him becoming obsessed with you in a different way than with any other woman before.

A/N: Eh you know I had to. I like this Joker I just wish there was a little more footage for us to be able to capture his true character. It’s certainly unlike anyone that has ever been portrayed but I don’t think any of the previous Jokers were really the same. To me they all are different sides of the same coin, so I don’t think it’s fair to say who’s better or not.

You sighed completely worn out from work. You threw your keys and bag on the table next to the door and took of your shoes, leaving them next to the door as well. You walked into the darkness in your apartment, it wasn’t all that big for you to get lost anyway and the small light that shone through the curtains was enough for you to see at least the outline of most of the objects that were in your place.

You made your way to the kitchen, taking off your hoodie in the meanwhile and throwing it on the couch. You were only in your jeans and a bra but one thing you loved about this apartment was the that it was warm during such nights of the winter when you needed it. You filled a glass with water and downed it all in one. You paused for a moment, the events of the day running through your mind.

Sure, your life was not the most exciting one. You weren’t Wonder Woman, nor would hang out with Batman and up to about half a month ago your life could be considered actually peaceful despite what your work was. But you should expect it to happen, you should have seen it coming: You worked as a waitress in the Joker’s club, he was bound to see you sooner or later.

You weren’t a criminal, nor were involved in anything that had to do with him, you only wanted to make money to help your family. Sure working for the Clown prince of Gotham wasn’t the best way to do so but the only thing you did was serve and it did pay enough for the few hours you spent in there. He did come often, not as much as Harley, but still was there quiet often and you were always glad when at the end of your shift you could count yet another night he had not taken notice of you. It was all going great. And Actually everything was going well, until you were asked to serve him. It was just giving him his drink, what could possibly go wrong you’d thought? Well, everything did after that.

You caught his attention, much to your surprise, and there was no getting out of his mind after that. You didn’t talk much and you didn’t even try to impress him. Hell, you’d be crazy if you tried to, knowing what the blonde could do to you much less all of his other enemies. But somehow you were caught and it was obvious from the first moment. How? The most simple sign was that every time he came, and he would come more often now, he asked from you to serve him. Only you. And what seemed even more surprising was that he’d try to make a talk. At first you didn’t really to talk but you knew you couldn’t avoid it, there was something in him that made your curiosity peak. The mere way he spoke it just made you want to know all the more what was going on through his mind.

But you never got too close. You didn’t dare do so. He was the Joker, and you were just simple you. Getting involved in all of that wasn’t something you wanted, no matter how much the man attracted you. He was a criminal for the love of, the least worst thing that could happen to you was death, quick and easy.

You sighed, shaking your head as you made your way to your living room. A movie could make you forget about the man that seemed to occupy not only your dreams but all day in general. You stopped dead on your tracks when you noticed something on the coffee table, though. You approached it carefully, thankful that there was enough light through the curtains to help you see it. You frowned as you extended a hand and picked the… flower up. It was a rose. White rose.

You blinked several times, having a deja vu feeling. You looked around you in case there was something else you were missing. Last time you came to find flower in your home it was red roses, a big bouquet of them with a let on top of them. It was from him, of course. And of course you didn’t accept it. Not just the flowers but what the letter had along with it.

“You know-” a voice made you jump and your eyes widened as you backed away as fast as you could, trying to fight where the damn switch for the light was “-it was kinda rude what you did.” you knew the voice and the fact that he was standing in the shadows didn’t help at all.

“It hurt my feelings.” he said in tone that you couldn’t tell if it was mocking you or he was serious.

Either way you cheered slightly in your head when your hand came in contact with the switch and you turned the lights on. You blinked several times until your eyes adjusted but at least you now were able to see him. You weren’t really in the mood to play in a horror movie at the moment either. But maybe, just maybe, part of you regretted the decision.

“Wow” his eyes widened and a wicked wide grin spread on his face “Nice choice of color, gotta say lace looks really good on you kitten.” he said with a small growl, approaching you and you felt your face heat up. You hurried to grab your hoodie to wear it but before you could do another move he had snatched it from your hands.

“Nah uh” he pointed a finger at you “Don’t be a bad girl, you still gotta make up to me for what you did with the flowers.”

“Mr Joker-” your voice was low as you took a few steps back.

“Nah nah nah nah. Goooood- will you please not do that? It sounds sooooo… wrong! Gah wrong!” he whined slightly, shaking his head with a deep frown “It’s J, dollface. It’s Mr J. I’m your Mr J.” he breathed out, giving you a grin; flashing his sliver teeth at you.

“Mr J, What are you doing here?” you watched him carefully.

“Uh well, as I said you really hurt my feelings there princess.” he pouted, giving you a somewhat sad but still playful look “I sent you the flowers cause I wanted to but you oh you-” he laughed “You! You! You! You little-” he stopped himself as he grabbed your chin with his hands his smile vanishing “You returned them to me.” he let a small growl “Not very nice of you!” he grinned again and you swallowed thickly.

“It wasn’t about the flowers- you know what it was about.” you didn’t dare look him in the eyes but did when you heard him scoff.

“If I want to give you money then I will, there’s nothing wrong with that.” he raised his hands in the air.

“Money you have stolen!” you didn’t even believe you were raising your voice at him “And I know that the money I’m being paid with are not legal either but- I’ve earned those. I-” you swallowed calming yourself down. He may have acted nice around you before but you shouldn’t forget he was the Joker. One moment he could be sending you flowers and gifts and the other have a gun over your head.

“Thank you for that, I appreciate that you wanted to help me with my family.” you decided to be honest “But the money I am being paid for my work is enough already, I don’t need anything more.” you dared look him in the eyes and for the first time ever since you first met him he was looking at you seriously; a kind of emotion you had never seen before was there.

One more reason why you wanted to know him more.

“You-” he breathed out, bringing a hand up to hold your chin with two fingers and more gently “Oh I like you.” he grinned widely, running his hand up to cup your cheek.

“You’ve got morals- oh I I I I I liiiiike that!” he laughed and you let a small whimper for a moment. You had yet to see him go crazy in front of you.

“Tell me though, little angel.” he got closer to you. You took a step back only to have your back pressed to the wall, your eyes going wide when he pressed his body close to yours; a satisfied predator like smile on his face.

“Is that what really holds you back? Is it me, the big bad demon scaring you? Is all this darkness that surrounds me that scares you? Do I scare you, dollface?” he tilted his head to the side as you only bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from whimpering.

“Tell me-” he growled “Are yous cared of me? Are you scared of what I can do to you?” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your cheek.

“Please, Mr J.” you whispered, shutting your eyes; feeling your heart hammer as his bare chest pressed against yours.

“Please what?” he pouted, pulling away to look at you “Oh sweet cheeks-” he breathed out as he traced his fingers over he features of your face, them lingering a little more over your lip as he tried to open your mouth with his hand.

“You, oh you little angel-” he laughed, that maniac laugh that echoed through the entire apartment “No. No. No. No. No. No. No!” he exclaimed “You are not scared of me… are you?” he looked through his dark eyes. Gosh you hated to admit it to yourself but you could get lost in those eyes. There were times where, you had taken notice of it, they were light blue and calm like the sea others they were curious as he watched your every move, trying to take in as much as possible as if he was studying you and others he was looking at you hungrily, and they were dark and filled… with lust, like now.

“No” he chuckled “No, you are not scared of me. You’re scared of this-” he grinned as you shivered when his other hand ran up your thigh, to your hip and stomach and up to your chest. You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and a squeak left your lip when he parted your legs with his thigh and pushed your hips with his against the wall.

“You’re scared of how you feel for me, aren’t you little one?” his breath fanned over your face and you held your breath as his lips brushed past yours. You shut your eyes for a moment as he pushed your hips with his backwards and you tried to swallow down the moan that threatened to leave your lips .

“I- I don’t want any trouble, Mr J.” you whispered “Please” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him.

“Oh but you’re not going to get in any trouble little one, not while I am here.” his hand moved down to your ass “Not while you have me.”

“How do I know I have you?” you whispered and he tilted his head to the side “You’re the Joker, you don’t belong to anyone. Only to yourself. You’re- you’re not loved, you don’t get loved.”

“Oooh I like that you know where I stand but- but princess this- it’s all my decision. I plan and I execute according to my plans. I do what I want, not what others ask.”

“But you said it you- you don’t do what anyone does. Why should I believe you belong to someone- much less me.”

“You- you- you are right! Exactly- but you- oooh you my angel are just that. You are me- or what I at least used to be. I’m yours, all yours and you will soon realize it for yourself.” he pressed his body closer to you, as if it was any more possible.

“But what about Harley? I- I don’t want any trouble with her Mr J.” you whispered, already knowing you were going to give into him anyway. You didn’t want to lose who you were, much less your sanity, but this man had such a strong pull on you it was impossible to think about anything else but him.

Harley won’t dare touch you as long as I am here, dollface. I’m your J, only yours. I don’t do what others tell me no, but you-” he let out a breath, teasing you with his lips… and hands “Oh you can do anything you want with me.” he he breathed out as his lips ghosted over yours “Now- tell me this: Do you… want me princess?”

You didn’t dare say the yes out loud but at the same time you didn’t dare not say it at all.

“Answer me (Y/n): Do you want me to be yours? All yours?” he purred seductively and you swallowed thickly.

“Y-yes” it came out in a a squeak and he grinned.

“Would you take me any way you can? Do you want to take me any way you can (Y/n)?” his voice was low and husky.

Your eyes roamed his face for a few seconds as his also moved back and forth and without saying another word you grabbed his face and crushed your lips to his harshly, letting all the emotions that had built up inside you for all this time.

Snowbound

A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.

Oh and it’s smutty…

“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”

“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.

You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.

He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.

You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.

“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”

It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.

“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”

“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.

You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.

Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.

He pressed the button again.

Nothing.

Okay.

Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.

Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.

“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.

“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”

“SHIT”

“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.

“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”

“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”

Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.

“Anything?”

He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”

“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”

You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.

He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.

You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.

“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Afraid not.”

“What about Derek? Could he come out?”

As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”

“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”

“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”

Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.

“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”

He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.

“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”

He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.

“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”

“Well at least we won’t starve.”

Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.

You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.

You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.

“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.

“My hands… ”

“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.

“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.

“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”

“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”

He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”

“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”

“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.

Body heat.

But it worked better when it was skin on skin.

Fuck it.

Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.

“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.

He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.

“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”

He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.

Okay. Whatever.

You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.

As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.

“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.

“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”

“I know. But….just don’t.”

“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.

“It’s.. not that.”

“Then what?”

He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”

Oh.

OH!

Wait.

“You think I’m attractive?”

“I’m not blind, Y/N.”

Huh.

You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.

“Stop it.” He hissed at you.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”

“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”

You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.

“W-w-what?”

“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”

When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.

“You think…. Me? Really?”

“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.

Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”

He nodded.

“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”

He gulped before licking his lips.

“I’m game.” He whispered.

“Excellent.”

Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.

Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.

“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.

He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.

Oh god..

Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.

You just never thought you’d act on it.

You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.

You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.

Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.

It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.

Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.

Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.

“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.

“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.

“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.

“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.

“Spence… Fuck.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.

You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.

“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.

“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.

“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.

Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.

“Do we….. ?” He asked.

“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.

“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.

“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.

Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.

Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”

He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.

“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”

“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”

Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.

“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.

It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.

You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.

“Hmmmm?”

“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”

You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.

“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”

“Okay, good.”

“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”

“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”

You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.

“I know Spencer… I know. ”

So our Alchemist has this magic knife enchanted to be really good for harvesting materials from creatures we fight, which she puts to good (read: giddily excessive) use. She had to miss our previous session, which ended immediately after the party defended a port city from an army of fish men and a giant eel monster. After catching her up we picked up right where the last session left off.

Alchemist: (ooc) So the eel monster is lying dead on the docks right? I’m going to go harvest its skin.

DM: You want it’s skin? The thing’s the size of a train!

Alchemist: Good point, I’m not that strong and that skin alone probably weighs more than I do. (ic) Hey, does anyone want to help me lift this thing?

Witch: (ic) What do you even want the skin for? 

Alchemist: We can give it as a gift to these villagers, to help them rebuild their destroyed homes!

Witch: First of all, we’re in a city, not some backwater village, and I think they’d find it really condescending of you to call them ‘villagers’ and gift them with fish skin. Second, these are the docks, all the buildings around here are warehouses, not peoples’ houses. I think the rich bastards who own them will be fine. Third, and this one is out of character, (turns to DM) I think it’s really unfair for her to get to harvest stuff from monsters she didn’t even help kill. Are you seriously letting her do this?

DM: Probably not. [Alchemist], only the front portion of the monster had fallen on the docks, the rest of it is still in the water and the weight of it has started pulling it back into the sea. I’m going to need you to make a strength check. -fails- As she tries to dig her heels in and keep the sea monster from sinking back beneath the waves [Alchemist] gets pulled along with it. Does anyone want to try and help her?

Witch: No.

Rouge: No.

Wizard: -shrugs- I’ll cast a water breathing spell on her.

Fighter: I’ll help! -rolls poorly- I will not.

Alchemist: Seriously guys? Come on, I’m getting pulled into the water!

Wizard: I know, that’s why I cast the water breathing spell on you, so you can do your harvesting once it’s in the water. (Thinks for a moment) Wait, we haven’t had a chance to rest yet, have we? I already used that spell last game so I can’t use it right now. Sorry.

Alchemist: You all suck. Fine, I let go at the last minute before it drags me down.

Rouge: Don’t worry, we’ll let you skin the next thing we kill, okay?

And she did.

Caring what other people think about you is just part of being young. The sooner you can learn to let go of your attachment to other people's validation, the sooner you begin to live your real life before retirement.

As a shy individual who spends a lot of my time beating myself up, the number one thing I hear from people in their 50’s if I tell them this about myself is this: “you remind me of a younger me”.

Point being, caring what others think is just sort of programmed into the minds of the average young person. But nobody really cares what others think about them by the time they reach their 50’s. They just don’t. They’ve lived enough life to see that it literally serves NO point. But they’re the same person. We are so attached to it that we feel like validation from our peers is literally essential to survival. But it is not, in any way, whatsoever. So many of the older people I talk to just say they feel the exact same as they did when they were in their prime, just now they are in a 50+ year old body.

So, for the love of God, stop caring what others think of you, find something you love, put the horse blinders on, and just do the shit out of what makes you happy. There is absolutely no reason, whatsoever, that you need to care about how other people are perceiving you. It is only causing you unnecessary stress, at which nothing can be gained, even if you think you’re doing everything right to keep others happy. Losing battle.

Maybe your life has become so unconsciously centered around winning other people’s validation, that you don’t even know what I’m talking about. You have a following, and that keeps you going. But you don’t really know yourself that well. You’re going to be addicted to tangible, destructive things when you get older: gambling, smoking, drinking, etc. because you can’t get anybody to care about what you’re doing anymore. Because you’re old now, and nobody really cares about what you’re doing or who you are, minus maybe your immediate family, if you have any (I know that was a harsh sentence but the right people will know what I’m trying to get at). You’re one of the type of person that seriously needs help before it’s too late. What you may think is socialization and healthy conversation with others about your life, achievements, and why you’re definitely going to heaven is just your brain subconsciously trying to get a fix of self-validation off the person: “I’m going to make sure this person knows how amazing I am and then breathe a sigh of relief ” like you just stuck a needle in your vein.

Point in summary: Just about everyone who gets past the age of 50 stops caring what others think about them because they finally see that it serves absolutely no purpose. So, if you’re young, take their advice. Get the ball rolling early. It’s easier said than done, but with a bit of courage, you can make your path by walking. We’re all made of the same thing. So trying to keep everybody happy and constantly gaining reassurance that you’re okay and everybody likes you is an addictive activity that serves zero purpose. The sooner you can legitimately stop caring what others think about you and just listen to yourself and trust yourself and your true endeavors, the sooner you have eliminated a toxic addiction from your body that will have bad long-term effects.

Edit: This was posted due to an epiphany I had recently. I should have specified that this post was meant to be directed to the people out there also like me who have done so much caring about what people think that we’re sick and tired of beating ourselves up and having a gratuitous, illogical and harmful amount of self-doubt. I didn’t say it was easy, but through some epiphanies, I have experienced true freedom from my form of this mental prison before, and from what it felt like, it’s worth it to work towards feeling this way as much as possible as early as you can in life. Just remember to treat others how you’d like to be treated, basically.

Also, it sounds like a lot of you who disagree don’t have the anxiety and self doubt like us, but still are trying to develop sensitivity to other’s thoughts about you to become better people. And that’s really nice to see.

preview | doctor dreamy (pt.2)

part one | part two (expected by april 22nd)

warnings: mentions of sexual content below


“I’m so fucked,” Jimin groaned, burying his face into the palms of his hands. Thoughts of you, the agreement, and his confused feelings, simultaneously unraveling in the pit of his stomach.

“I still don’t get why you’re so stressed about it,” Jin said as he pushed a coffee across the table towards his friend, who at that very moment seemed to be having a complete breakdown. “It’s just sex. You’re having sex with someone that you’ve had sex with many times before. What’s the issue?”

“The issue is,” Jimin paused, taking a sip of the coffee, hoping that by some miracle it would help him singe the worries plaguing his mind, “That, first of all, it’s been four years since we’ve had said sex, and second of all it’s not sex sex. It’s going to be this weird agreement, deal, manufactured, whatever sex.”

Jin chuckled in amusement. “Do tell, what exactly qualifies as sex sex? I guess I should find out if I’ve been doing it right, according to Dr. Park standards,” He joked.

Jimin sighed, ignoring his friend’s banter. “It’s like, you know… Regular sex. Where it can be intense and emotional… This feels just so detached and distant.”

“As if you’ve never had a one night stand where there were no emotions involved beyond sex. What’s the difference here?” Jin replied simply with a shrug, however Jimin already had his reasons resting on the tip of his tongue.

“It’s completely different. With something like a hook-up you can still be raw and vocal about how it’s making you feel, even if it’s just shallow stuff like how good it’s making you feel. Because even though there’s no emotions, you’re both still doing it for the pleasure of sex at least. Wouldn’t it be… I don’t know, inappropriate to say things like how good she’s making me feel in the moment, or touching her in a romantic way, when we’re supposed to be having sex for the sole purpose of getting her pregnant, and not even for pleasure? Hell, can I even kiss her without it crossing the line for what we’re supposed to be doing?” Jimin breathed out heavily, running his fingers wildly through his hair as the situation at hand continued to torture his mind. 

It was a real concern, how exactly was he supposed to act? Could he kiss you? Could he say certain things? Could he do anything besides, to put it very bluntly, come inside of you? He knew that these things would be talked about once the time came, but honestly that made Jimin feel something strange buried deep within his chest. This girl, who he’d loved for so long now, who he’d experienced so many things with, was now a complete mystery to him. Not because you’d changed specifically, but because the context of what the two of you were to each other had changed, and honestly… He hated that. He despised the idea of not knowing how to act towards you, when it used to feel as natural as breathing to be with you, so yeah, he just really, really hated that.

Jimin was absent-mindedly tapping at the sides of his coffee cup when Jin finally decided to give a response – albeit a completely unhelpful response. “Yeah… You’re kinda fucked, man,” He ended up saying, bringing his hand up in an attempt to hide his shameless amusement. 

Jimin scoffed, “Thanks, real  fuckin’ helpful.”

“Okay, in all seriousness I think you just need to talk to her. Ask her what the limits are for this little arrangement the two of you have going on, and then work from there.”

“Yeah I know,” Jimin whispered somberly, “I just hate not knowing how I’m allowed to be with her anymore, when…”

“When you still love her,” Jin finished, and Jimin simply nodded in return. It was quiet for a minute or so after that, allowing Jimin’s thoughts to run haywire again, but luckily Jin spoke before it could get too far. “You’ll figure it out. She picked you for a reason, you know?”

“Yeah… Guess you’re right,” Jimin said hesitantly.

After that they continued to talk for a while, but removing themselves from the conversation of Jimin’s strange love life. It helped for him to have something to do besides wallow in what was going to happen in the coming days with you. Jimin could only hope that, with whatever transpired between the two of you, that you would be comfortable and happy with how everything turned out in the end, because really that was the most important part of all of this.

Jimin was still thinking heavy thoughts when Jin stood up from the chair across from him. “C’mon, we got lives to save,” He said, motioning for Jimin to follow.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin mumbled.

“You wanna spend the day in the maternity ward?” Jin asked, a smug grin playing on his lips.

Jimin punched his friend’s arm playfully. “Jerk,” He muttered before the two doctors headed down the hall, leaving their mildly heavy conversation behind – well, for now at least.

Letters

pairing: evan hansen x reader

wc: 3500+

tw: panic attacks, anxiety implications/mention, curse words.

a/n: I’m trying a new layout for my headings?? also this is my first time posting a DEH fic! shoutout to @cananybodysea for making me #inspired to write this. please like/give feedback because I worked really hard on this and it’s my first time posting for this fandom. ask. masterlist. 


Dear Y/N L/N,

Today, the first day of your senior year, at a brand-spanking-new school, is going to be a good day.

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anonymous asked:

shawn doing a livestream and the fans don't know about y/n and shawn's relationship yet, but y/n accidentally calls him babe from the other room so they have to explain? thanks so much! i love your blog!!!

You wake up from a nap since the jet lag has been kicking your butt. For some reason, Shawn is completely fine, and he didn’t even take a nap. You console yourself with the fact that he’s been doing this for a long time and you haven’t. When you finally gather the strength to get out of bed, you can hear Shawn strumming his guitar from somewhere down the hall. You realize that you’re only in a sports bra, and it’s cold, so you open Shawn’s drawers in search of a long sleeved shirt. Specifically you’re looking for his pink John Mayer Love on the Weekend shirt, but you can’t find it in any of the drawers. You start walking down the hallway, and you call out, “Babe? Where did you put your long sleeved shirts?” You assume he didn’t hear you over his guitar, so as you get closer, you shout, “Babe?” Again just as you enter the living room. Shawn’s back is towards you, but he stops playing and reaches out to grab his phone that you didn’t realize was propped up on the table in front of him. He quickly and almost frantically taps the screen a few times before turning around to look at you with a slightly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You question, not understanding why he just did that with his phone and why he’s looking at you like that.

“I was live streaming on instagram.” Is all he says in response, and immediately your face mirrors his and your eyes get wide. 

“How much did they see, how much did they hear?” You question immediately. It was your choice not to go public with your relationship, but if the fans watching his live stream heard what you said and saw you come out of his bedroom, you might have just involuntarily gone public.

He puts his guitar down, and stands up. He grabs your hand and leads you back to the couch where he sits next to you. He pulls you close to him, and opens his phone silently. “Whatever happens now, it’s going to be okay, y/n. I promise you that.” He tells you honestly. 

You just take a deep breath trying to compose yourself as Shawn opens up his twitter app. Immediately you can already see all the tweets about the two of you. Some of his fans already knew you, since you and Shawn had been friends for a really long time. However, you’re a very private person, so your instagram is set to private, and even your twitter is private. 

The tweets are basically all the same, everyone is freaking out about you and Shawn being together. At this point, they’re almost positive, but they’re aware that there hasn’t been any confirmation. There is a lot of questions and disappointment regarding how abruptly Shawn ended the lifestream. After you read the tweets on his phone for a few more moments, you finally speak. “I think we should tell them. I mean, they already know already, but we should still tell them now.” 

Shawn nods, silently thinking. After a few more seconds, he says, “You’re sure you want to tell them?” You just nod, and he says, “Should I tweet about it?” 

“I think we should go live on instagram. I mean, that is how they already kind of found out already.” 

He looks at you, searching your face for any signs that you’re not okay with live streaming. Even when he can tell you’re telling the truth, he still says, “Babe, it’s fine if you don’t want to.” knowing how terrified you’ve been about going public with your relationship and how nervous you get in front of a lot of people in person or on camera. 

“I think we should, I’ll be okay.” You tell him. “Lets just keep it short. Answer a few questions, and kind of say that we’re together, but not much more than that.” 

He pulls you closer to himself, resting his chin on the top of your head briefly. “Okay, but if you want to stop it at any time, just squeeze my hand and I’ll end it.” He tells you seriously. 

You nod, and say, “I need a shirt first.”

He laughs, breaking the tension of the moment, and stands up to help you find the shirt you were looking for. He hands you the John Mayer shirt that was still in one of the boxes he hadn’t unpacked yet. You take it, hesitating. “Maybe this is too much all at once. Maybe I should just wear my shirt, where did I put it?” You ask, looking around. 

“Hey, calm down baby.” He tells you kindly. “That shirt looks good on you.”

You do as he says, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. And then you say, “I’m ready.” 

He nods, then opens up his instagram app, and sets his phone up again on the table, fixing it so both of you are in the shot. After that he sits back, and looks at you again, “Ready?” He asks with a slight smile, and you smile back. You know that Shawn has wanted to share your relationship with the fans and the world for some time now, but he respected that you weren’t ready, and he wouldn’t ever want to push you. But now that it is finally happening, he’s excited. 

You just nod, and he squeezes your hand one last time, reminding you, “If you want me to turn it off, just let me know and I will.”

“I’m good, Shawn, I’m ready.” You respond, trying to reassure him. 

He nods, and leans forward to start the live video. “Hey guys,” Shawn says, sitting back on the couch so that you’re both in frame. “I want to introduce you guys to y/n, my girlfriend. Most of you figured it out by now, but we just wanted to say hi again, and I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly earlier. I just got startled. She was taking a nap, and I didn’t think she would wake up so soon.” He puts his arm around your shoulder, and holds you close to yourself, as you just smile at the camera briefly and then look away shyly. “We like to keep our private lives private, as you probably already know, but we also wanted to share this with you. So we’ll answer a few questions, but this is definitely going to be very short.

It is short, and some of the questions have you blushing and hiding your face in Shawn’s sweatshirt. He takes those questions, and you answer a few of the others. You’re only answering questions for a little over five minutes before you both decide thats enough. You say goodbye and end the livestream. As soon as you end it, you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing everything is out there now, and Shawn looks over to you with a smile. “Now they know.” He says.

You just nod and bury your face in his chest. “They know.” You mumble back and he chuckles and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. 

After a few minutes of silence, where you both think about what just happened and how unplanned that all was, Shawn asks, “Are you hungry?”

You sit back, looking at him with a smile. “Starving.” You answer before standing up to head into his kitchen with him following behind. 

Flufflet #1 for @lifeinahole27, to help reward her for writing her CSBB story!

First up, some wedding (reception) related fluff–


Emma had initially been opposed to having a redo wedding reception, but once it became clear that the whole town viewed it as the opportunity to have a really baller victory party, there was very little she could do to argue against it. 

So everyone all got dressed up again, went back to the rooftop, and enjoyed the wedding reception that should have happened a week earlier. And Emma had to admit, it was kind of a blast, eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing the whole night.

Her feet were killing her as they pulled up to the house once the party ended. Snow and Regina had both objected pretty vehemently to Emma being the one to drive, but Killian was still learning how to drive stick, so what else were they supposed to do? Besides, they had to drive home; Henry had decorated the Bug with streamers and cans and a “Just Married (Last Week)” sign.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Killian said as they climbed up the front steps.

“What?”

“Let’s do this properly.” He reached down and lifted her up in a bridal carry.

“Killian, we did this already.” They had; right after the final battle, he’d carried her over the threshold, insisting that this was going to be their wedding night, come hell or high water.

“Well, now we’re doing it again. Don’t argue with me.” And over the threshold they went.

“I need something to drink,” she said, before he could carry her up the stairs. “Come on, we’ll do the whole wedding night thing, I just want some time to breathe, okay?” God, how did couples go right to wedding night sex after their wedding receptions? All she wanted to do right now was sit and watch TV. Was that normal?

He set her down and wandered into the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. “Want anything?”

“Perhaps some water–with a little lemon juice in it.”

“Oh, good idea.” She grabbed and extra glass and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. Killian hated it, preferring to use real lemons all the time, but she liked the convenience.

He was smiling at her, almost like he was dazed, as she sat down beside him and handed him his glass. He took a quick gulp and then settled his left arm around her. “I had a lovely time tonight.”

“Me, too.” Mmm, yeah, the lemon had been a good idea. “I’m just glad Gold didn’t kill you on the spot when you offered to shake his hand. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Inviting him and Belle was your idea.”

“Yeah, because Belle’s one of your close friends. We had to invite Gold because we invited her.”

He snorted. “Are you truly upset that I’m trying to put the past behind me and make peace with him?”

“No, just … I’m surprised, I guess. I just thought maybe you’d settle for not murdering each other.”

“He’s a father again, and he’s trying to make things work with Belle. I suppose the best way to keep him from relapsing is to ensure he has the same safety net that I have.”

“Noble.” She sipped her water.

“I try.” She let out a long sigh without thinking. “Something wrong?”

“No, just … I’m glad we got to have our wedding. I didn’t get to really appreciate just how fantastic you look in that tux.”

He grinned. “Aye, and now I can tell you just how beautiful you are in your gown. You look like a swan.”

“No,” she said, her face hot.

“Well, perhaps more so when you wore your veil.” She’d taken it off halfway through the night, and if she was being honest, she had no idea where it went. Oops. “But I stand by my comment.”

“Swans are vicious,” she reminded him.

“And elegant.” He gave her a strange look. “Those earrings look familiar.”

She blushed. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Where have I seen them before?”

“Our first date.”

The look of wonder on his face was enough to make her want to melt. “Really?” She nodded. “Well, they’re lovely.”

“And that date was lovely,” she said. “Your own issues aside.”

“Oy, I think I’ve suffered enough for that one.”

They sat quietly for a bit as they sipped their water. When he finished his, he set it down on the coffee table (on a coaster of course), and took her free hand in his. “I can’t believe we’re married.”

“We’ve been married for a week,” she reminded him. She began to toy with his rings.

“Aye, and in a week, I’ll still wake up and think about how strange it is that we’re married.”

“Bad strange?”

“Never.”

“I know what you mean.” She still felt almost giddy that she had a husband.

She wished little kid Emma could see this–that she’d grow up to be a literal princess who was married to the hottest man to ever walk the earth. Hell, she wished twenty-eight-year-old Emma Swan could see this; it would have been way more mind-blowing than the son she gave up for adoption showing up to tell her fairy tales were real. Or at least equally unbelievable.

Something felt different. “Whoa.”

“What?”

“Your rings.”

“Well, I had to remove it to wear my wedding ring.”

“No, I know. I meant the other two.”

“What about them?”

“They’re different.”

“Aye. Swan, you’re very astute.”

“Killian,” she said firmly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, and you’ve always worn the same three rings. What gives?”

He sighed. “I’ll never entirely be free of my past,” he said quietly. “I can’t erase the harm I’ve done, the people I’ve killed, the destruction I’ve caused. But I want our future together to be a happy one. I want to spend my days building something with you, with our family. It’s why I’m trying to make peace with the Crocodile.”

“If you’re trying to make peace with him, you might want to stop calling him that,” she interjected. He glared at her. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, my darling wife.” His irritation was fond, at least. “Those rings were always reminders of the man I was. For a long time, I assumed I would always wear them, as a way of never letting myself forget to stay on the right path. But I had to part with one of them so I could wear my wedding ring, and it made me realize …” He took a deep breath. “My ring symbolizes all that now. I look at it, and I think of you and our life together. I don’t need the other reminders anymore. And so I decided it was time to find some new rings.”

“I think that’s great.” She lifted his hand up and kissed each ring, ending on the wedding band. She loved seeing it on his hand; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “I do like the new rings a lot.”

“I’m glad. Your family helped pick them out.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, mostly your mother and Regina,” he admitted. “But your father and Henry approved the final choices.”

She looked down at his hand again. She’d grown so familiar with his old rings that the new ones had felt all wrong. But now? They weren’t wrong anymore.

God, she loved him too much. And now he was her husband.

“Killian?”

“Aye?”

“Let’s go have our wedding night.”

anonymous asked:

Looking around Wakanda at all the vibranium armor and weaponry makes Steve heartsick. He thinks he hides it well, until T'Challa presents him with a brand new vibranium shield of his own.

The view from Bucky’s room was so breathtaking that Steve had rotated the Cryo-chamber towards the windows in hopes of making Buck’s dreams a little bit better. For Steve it was almost hypnotic, between the fog thick forest and the constant chorus of bird calls, he could spend hours upon hours just sitting there. 

“Important thoughts?” 

If he had been in a brighter mood he would have made a joke about putting a cat bell on the king. “If only,” he mused, tearing his eyes away from the windows. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you around for a few days.” 

T’Challa nodded slowly with an apologetic smile on his face. “I’m sorry, my friend, but I was working on something important,” he explained, holding the large tactical case he had in hand a little higher. “Something I believe you will appreciate.” 

Hope swelled in his chest. “Something to help Bucky?” 

“While I share your enthusiasm for Mr. Barnes’ health this is something for you,” he said, stepping over to set the case on the desk. “I have noticed that you have not been yourself. Which is understandable given the circumstances. I had promised myself that I would help you just as I will your friend, and began working on something I had originally thought a sentimental comfort.” 

Steve was thoroughly confused by this point and had gotten up from his chair to join T’Challa at the desk. “You….made something for me?” he asked hesitantly. 

The king nodded and gestured for Steve to open the case. “Please.” 

Steve cleared his throat and reached down to unhook the clasps and lift the lid. A startled laugh left him when he saw what was nestled in the foam.

“I tried to make it as close to the original as I could but I fear some things won’t be the same, “T’Challa said. “I saw from photos that there was an issue with the paint chipping, so I dyed the metal itself the appropriate colors. No chipping or fading.” 

His fingers shook as he splayed them across the metal, tracing the star like he was trying to memorize it. “You-” he choked out, having to clear his throat again. “You made me a new shield?” 

“When you first arrived here I saw your fascination with our Vibranium and thought to give you something of your own, something sentimental, but recently I have seen the fault in my thinking. You did not need sentimentality, you needed a piece of you returned.” 

By this point Steve was on the verge of a breakdown, the pressure and the emotional turmoil he’d held back all rushing forward at the sight of the familiar gear. “I, uh, I don’t know what to say.” 

With a kind smile he took hold of Steve’s shoulder. “My friend, there is never a need to say anything about the righting of a wrong. It is a task that those of us with the means to do so happily comply.” 

Steve gasped out a harsh breath and sniffed. “Tony said that it wasn’t mine. Not really.” 

“Mr. Stark’s words to you were spoken in anger,” he soothed, tightening his grip slightly. “While you may find some truth in them, others will not. The world needs the shield, whether it is carried by Captain America or Steve Rogers.”

He couldn’t help the tear that streaked down his cheek. “Thank you, T’Challa,” he whispered. 

Mouth Like Heaven, Kisses Like Stars

aka, the time when everything goes downhill and bellamy just goes down.

(or, bellamy called clarke princess again so obviously i had to take that and run  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

wc: 2 417
rated: E
read on ao3 here

“If you keep frowning like that, you’re going to get stress lines before you’re thirty.”

Clarke doesn’t even bother to glance over at Bellamy, who’s leaning against a tree and definitely not helping while she looks for the herb they came for.

“As if you’re one to talk,” she scoffs.

“I have a youthful glow,” he shoots back. “I’m going to continue looking twenty three even when I’m well into my forties.”

“If you live long enough to be forty,” she mutters under her breath.

There’s the sound of his foot hitting the undergrowth as he stands straight once more. “Clarke,” he says, the fond teasing cadence of his voice from before all but gone now.

“I know, I know. Stop talking about death so much.”

“You need to loosen up, princess.”

“I have no idea how to that.”

She can hear him shuffling around until he’s right behind her and she turns to look up at him, his overgrown fringe falling into his eyes like a sheepdog’s.

“Well,” he starts, “You can read a book, take a walk, try to knit. Maybe even join Harper for some beat time on the train dummy.” He pauses and then throws her a wicked smirk. “And there’s also sex of course.”

She doesn’t quite choke on nothing, but comes fairly close to it.

“Come again?”

“That’ll help loosen you up even more.”

Bellamy.”

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Imagine being a member of the Supernatural cast and during a panel being asked about you and Brendon. (Part 2)

Originally posted by starshine-urie

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What? Whoa whoa, wait a second! You are not going all Winchesters on my boyfriend!” you exclaimed and they only grinned as the entire crowd laughed.

You might have been joking when saying that to the boys but part of you was scared that they were going to go all over-protective brothers on you and literally scare the hell out of Brendon. Who, by the way, seemed to be over the moon now that the fans knew about the two of you and he could be as much affectionate as he wanted with you in public. Hence-

“B, please.” you giggled as he peppered your neck with kisses and tightened his hold on your waist from behind “We’re not really alone.” you giggled some more, fidgeting in his arms as you heard him chuckle.

“No, but we no longer have to hide anything. And now everybody needs to know that ‘Death of a Bachelor’ was actually for you.” he kissed your cheek and you chuckled.

“Oh really? And how are they going to know it? By seeing you literally all over me 24/7?” you turned in his arms and raised an eyebrow. Which was partially true because he would rarely let go of you, not that you complained, and even when you had a break from filming he’d surprise you and come visit you. Which was exactly where you were at the moment.

“By seeing my shower you with love, even on set.” he squeezed you “Time for everybody to know you’re mine.”

You scoffed, laughing “Possesive bastard.” you grinned and he did the same.

“But you love me.” he said cheesily but just as he was about to press his lips to yours-

“Hello Brendon!” Misha exclaimed, clapping the younger man on the shoulder as you both jumped.

“Hey B!” Jensen grinned, obviously mimicking you and you sent him a glare at which he only smiled even more.

“Brendon hey.” Jared was the only one to say a little more awkwardly as the other two men only seemed to beinterrupting for the fun of it.

Brendon sighed, sharing a look with you “Hey guys, long time no see?”

“It certainly is.” Jensen nodded his head as he pushed you aside and threw and arm over Brendon’s shoulder “But I guess you are to blame, seeing as you spend most of the time, well, making out with (Y/n).” you cleared your throat and gave Jensen a look which he ignored.

“No offence right?” Misha was the one to speak “I mean, of course you do much more but gosh-” he made a face as did Jensen “She’s like our sister, not something we’d have fun talking about.”

“Guys!” you shrieked feeling your face go hot but just as you looked at Jared for help, well, he seemed to join their side.

We may have let it slip once or twice but-” he chuckled before he went completely serious “You don’t really think we’d just let it be forever, you know that right?”

“Heck yeah.” Jensen nodded his head “We played nice for way too long and you know, it’s just not us!”

“Right, and you know we still haven’t talked about it.” he got on Brendon’s other side “You are treating her well, aren’t you? Because, you know I am not trying to intimidate you or something but-”

“Not all of the guns are fake around here.” Jensen completed his sentence and part of you wondered if they had this planned.

“Exactly” Misha nodded his head “And if, just saying, by any chance we find her crying you know- the angel blade I use is very much real, yeah? Just a heads up, no need to worry.” he grinned at him although Brendon’s eyebrows shot up.

“Yeah…” he trailed of breathing out a chuckle “Not worrying at all.” he shook his head “What the hell is wrong with you guys today huh?”

“Oh nothing.” Jensen shrugged “We just couldn’t help but notice how close you were to her today and-” he chuckled “-it’s funny how you always seem to be doing that and we kinda were thinking that it was time to let you know, oh well, the rules around here.”

“There are not many actually.” Misha grinned “Just one-”

“We get to say what happens or not around here.” Jared said matter of factly “And, don’t take it wrong but, making out with our kind-of-sister is not all that much allowed.”

“Really?” he chuckled, raising an eyebrow; because either he wanted to push his luck or he had no idea what was really coming out for him.

“Questioning it?” Jared raised an eyebrow “I think we really should have a long talk together, buddy.”

“Hell yeah, I really think there are a few things you need to hear.” Misha added.

“(Y/n), maybe you go practice your lines. Forget you even have a boyfriend for today… or the rest of the month, yeah?” Jensen grinned at you as they practically dragged Brendon away from you.

“Where… are they taking him?” Samantha blinked as she saw them walk away.

“Chuck help him, I have no idea.” you breathed out and her eyebrows shot up.

“Uhm yeah, you better call Dallon and- and tell him Brendon might be late for recording… for the next few months.” she cleared her throat as you seriously contemplated the idea.

Colors Part 2

A Charles Xavier Soulmate AU

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Read Part 1 here.

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, and there is one color that they can’t see until they meet their soulmate, and that is the color of their soulmate’s eyes. For Charles Xavier, this is difficult, because his powers have filled in the blanks, and he can see all colors. He assumes that he’ll just know when he finds his soulmate. Should be easy for a telepath, right?

Warnings: Angst maybe? definitely

A/N: And here is the much-requested part 2! I an shocked by the response to this story. Based on notes it’s my most popular one so far! Thank you so much! Hope y’all like it! Sorry it took so long! Let me know what you think!

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Who Knows?

My first imagine…here goes nothing….

Y/B/S=  Your Birthstone

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I was just helping him pack his things. I didn’t expect to take an unwanted trip down memory lane in the process.

“So where are you moving to, again?”

“Downtown Toronto,”

“Cool,”

Interaction was so weird to me, but also assuring. Maybe our break up two months ago wasn’t totally on bad terms.

“Sorry my closet’s such a mess,” he chuckled lightly,, shuffling through a show box that was hidden under his bed. He looked up at me only for a second, seeing that I was beginning to take out his shirts. They were either halfway on a hanger or not on one at all, laying in a heap at the floor of his closet.

“No problem. Not like mine is any better,” I joked in a soft voice.

“Yeah, I remember,” he said. I wasn’t looking at him as I held onto one of his sweatshirts. I knew he was smiling at me.

For a few seconds, we were silent. The only sound was the soft singing of John Mayer emitting from Shawn’s record player. It was from his vinyl edition of ‘Continuum’ that I had bought for him for no particular occasion. I just knew that he would like it.

“What’s in the box?” I asked, shifting my attention away from his closet after I had folded most of his shirts and placed them in one of his suitcases. I may or may not have counted the amount of sweatshirts that used to be at my house.

Four.

It took Shawn a while to answer my question, maybe because he heard me, but was so occupied by the things in front of him. I didn’t mind, though. His concentration was one of my favorite things about him.

“Its just a bunch of old stuff. Newspaper clippings, ticket stubs, receipts,” he shrugged. He closed the box and shoved it under his bed again. He then got off his knees and began to strip the beige sheets from his bed.

I just nodded. I wasn’t going to pry; I felt like I had lost all privilege to enter deep conversations with him. Clearly, that box held more things that he said- the look on his face was a clear giveaway. I guess I’d never really know.

“How’s Oxford?” he asked.

“Good. Pre-Law is kicking my ass, but I’ll survive,” I answered, stifling a small giggle. I felt slightly suffocated, and in such an empty room, too. Maybe it was the tension in here. It balanced off of good and bad.

“I’m happy for you. It’s just a shame you’re so far from your family and friends,”

“I could say the same for you,”

“I always find my way back, Y/N,” he told me pointedly. He balled the sheets up and tossed them on the ground.

So many things happened on those sheets…

He took a seat on the naked bed. The room was almost completely bare; the walls empty as well as the flat surfaces such as his desk and dresser. Packing away the things that were once displayed in this room was like packing away memories that the two of us stupidly let slip through the cracks.

I had been going to Oxford for a year at that point, but I was never able to fully shake the feeling that something was missing from my life. But what? I was attending my dream school, studying for my dream job, and living in my dream country. What more could I have wanted?

I knew fully fucking well. I was just too much of a coward to admit it.

“I know you do, Shawn. But I just….feel like England is where I belong, now, you know? I’m better off there,” I mumbled, running a finger along his desk, a thin coat of dust transferring onto my skin, tickling it ever so slightly. I wiped it off on the soft fabric of my shorts.

Shawn grabbed the collar of his speckled black button up in both hands and pulled it in opposing directions, giving me a better view of his pale chest- which I had been exposed to many times prior. Clearly feeling hot, he stood up and turned the ceiling fan on, stretching his long, muscular arm up to tug on the chord.

“How’s touring?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. Talking about University or London with Shawn never ended well. I ceased that part of our conversation before I could take a turn for the worse.

He smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets as we stood opposite each other. “Amazing. There’s just something about getting up on stage every night and showcasing my creations and fulfilling my passion that makes it the best damn job in the world,” he mused.

If there was one thing that Shawn knew how to do, it was describe his profession in the only way he deemed worthy- with pride and endearment.

He spoke about me like that once.

“Well I’m glad to hear that,” I smiled.

“I wish you could’ve come to the London show,” he said.

You didn’t ask me. “I had-”

“To study. I know, I know,”

“Not necessarily, Shawn,” I sighed.

“Well, that seemed to be the main reason anytime I would ask you to come out on tour for a day or two,” he retorted.

I was suddenly angry. “I can’t drop everything to be with you,” I hissed. He knew that. We talked about it a few days before I  left for London. He was so childish when it came to this.

“I’m not asking you to, Y/N. You’re a busy person, I get that. But when we were together, it just hurt me a lot that our relationship came to an undecided halt when you left,”

I opened my mouth to oppose, but felt it just hang there. A shallow breath escaped as I realized he was right. We never officially broke up. Our relationship just dissolved into nothing. Late night calls became nonexistent, and we never even texted when we realized how long it had been since we interacted. I felt that we were both to blame- we never acted on this. Was it because we knew efforts would be futile?

“Why’d you call me?” I asked seriously. I was back home for two days for my brother’s birthday weekend. Shawn had called me after saying he saw me at Tim’s.

“Hey, can you come over? There’s something I need your help with,” he told me, hesitance in his voice. I could imagine him fiddling with his fingers- a nervous habit.

I sucked in a breath. “Okay? What is it?” I asked. I would’ve decline yet.

“I need to pack my things. I’m moving out,”

I didn’t question why he didn’t request help from Brian or Ian or Matt. Maybe he had called already and just needed another set of hands? “Alright, yeah,” I said without thinking. “See you in a few,”

“Thanks,” the line went dead not even a second later.

Ten minutes later, I arrived to an empty house, just Shawn and I. Aaliyah was at hockey practice, and Manny and Karen were at the supermarket.

An hour later, no one else showed. It was still just Shawn and I, few words exchanged as he packed things into cardboard boxes. Occasionally he would hum along to a song, or curse lightly when he knocked into something.

“Didn’t we specify this over the phone? I needed your help to-”

“So Brian, Ian and Matt were unavailable?”

“Yes, actually. Can we continue this later? I’m going to get more boxes,” he said hastily, striding out of the room.

“There’s nothing left to-” I started to protest, but he was already out the door.

I exhaled harshly, pressing a palm on my forehead. Our communication skills had become pure nothingness. How sad, that we when from not being able to keep from telling each other everything, to struggled words and tight lipped smiles. I knew that neither of us would be able to really understand what had happened between us.

Here’s what I thought: He was doing his own thing, I was doing mine. Maybe, silently, we realized we couldn’t do that and be in love at the same time. Which was bullshit, because I regretted everything we didn’t say, 100%. If we had just talked to each other, we wouldn’t be in this borderline monsoon of awkwardness.

I saw down on his bed, shoving hair out of my face. I felt like I was going insane, the way these observations and truths were flooding my mind. I swung my legs back and forth, but felt my heel come in contact with something. I then remembered- the shoe box.

Quickly, I bent over and retrieved it from below the bed. I held it in my hands, running my thumb pads over the lid. The box was old, with rips and wrinkles in the cardboard. I couldn’t tell what brand it was from.

I looked up at Shawn’s door- but then realized he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. He wasn’t collecting boxes- he was collecting himself. That usually took a while, so I had enough time to rummage through this mystery box.

I knew I said I wouldn’t pry, but the box was here, at the tip of my fingers, and this was entirely on my own accord, not because Shawn told me I could or could not.

Slowly, I removed the lid and placed it off to side. Shawn wasn’t lying, there was really nothing much in side of the box. Magazine clippings, ticket stubs and receipts, just like he had said.

I picked up one of the receipts and say that it was one for a White Chocolate MooLatte from Dairy Queen. I smiled slightly- Shawn had bought so many of those for me whether I asked for them or not. He just always had a way of knowing when I was craving one. MooLattes were, after all, one of my favorite things on this planet.

I placed the slip of paper back and looked through the other ones. I took out a ticket stub that was stapled to a magazine clipping. I drew my brows together. Why would he attatch them?

I read the ticket stub, and again, I smiled, wider this time. It was from the time he took me to see Cinderella, the 2015 remake. I was so taken with him and him alone I didn’t pay attention to anyone else around me. Call me cliché, but it really felt like were were the only two people in the theater.

I flipped the stub upward to read the glossy piece of paper below it, an I almost laughed. There was a picture of the two of us standing in line for tickets, Shawn standing behind me, his large arms wrapped around me shoulders as I cuddled into his embrace. Looking at the photo made me almost feel his hold again like it was happening at that very moment. The caption of the snap was ‘Shawn Mendes cozies up to Y/F/N during movie date!’

It was the first time, if I recalled correctly, that we had been spotted properly in public. Neither of us were in the mood to hide that night. It people saw us, so be it. We were in a relationship and there was no harm in letting people know that.

I put the ticket and cut out back in the box and rummaged through it a bit more. The rest was just more receipts for MooLattes or Chipotle, ticket stubs from the movies or concerts, and magazine articles from out sightings together.

I was about to close the box again, but my eyes caught sight of something peeking out below the paper that had shfited. I placed my hand inside again, only for my fingers to come in contact with a velvet texture. My eyes widened. Did I dare to pull this out?

Ignoring my conscience, I pulled the item out, only to discover that it was a box- black, velvet just like I felt, and rectangle shaped. My heart sped up as I slowly opened it, and when I did, I gasped.

Inside, looking untouched and glimmering in the dim light, was a beautiful silver necklace, bind by tiny links, accentuated by a Y/B/S charm as the ‘crowning glory’.

I hovered an index finger over the small rock, afraid to touch it. This must have cost a fortune- the company written in cursive on the inner lid wasn’t exactly known for being cheap. Who was it for?

“You like it?”

My head snapped up as I slammed the box shut, wincing at the sound it made. I hastily placed it back inside the shoe box and closed that too, placing it on the bed and standing up.

“I-I’m sorry, Shawn. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. I was just-”

“Its okay, Y/N,” Shawn held his hands up, and I stopped rambling. My tense shoulders relaxed as he walked towards me and picked up the box.

I looked at his hand movements. He removed the lip and took the velvet box out once more. Placing the show box on his desk, he looked at me, his caramel gaze, glassy and serious.

“Shawn-”

“I bought this a month ago,” he started, and I remained quiet. I would let him talk. I had become guilty of not letting him do that.

“I was planning on visiting you on campus. I wanted to surprise you. When I had my London show, I was going to come before it started. I was going to invite you to come to show and see me perform. I was going to give you this, Y/N,” he opened the box and showed me the necklace again. It took my breath away once more. It was a stunning piece of jewelry. Did I deserve to adorn something that seemed so precious?

I was never a fan or expensive gifts, and Shawn knew that. What was his reasoning for buying me this gift?

But we never had reasons for buying each things other than the fact that we loved each other, even if true love wasn’t measured by material possessions. The reactions we would give when we presented each other with out bought items would always brighten everything in that one moment, no matter the circumstances. Maybe that’s why we did it so much.

However, they were never, ever this lavish.

“I decided against it. I thought you didn’t want to see me. I thought you were ignoring me because you were fed up with me. You were fed up with me being gone,” he choked up, the lump in his throat affecting his speech.

I grabbed his wrists. “Shawn, I was gone too-”

“I was gone more, Y/N. I felt horrible. I didn’t know how to make it up to you. Until one day in Paris I was at this mall and I was passing at jewelry store. I saw this exact necklace in the display, only with a diamond. I knew you loved white gold. I had to get it for you. I had them change the diamond to your birthstone,” he explained.

I looked down at it. “The Y/B/S,” I said.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, smiling down at me, baring his teeth.

“Its beautiful Shawn,” I said.

“Its yours,” he said, taking it out of the box.

I shook my head immediately. “I can’t-”

He pressed a finger to my lips, his face only an inch away from mine. I was silenced as he turned around gently until my back was facing him. I held my breath as he placed the necklace around my neck. The cold material tingled against my skin, which already sported raised pores. He connected the two ends of the piece of jewelry and turned me back around.

His eyes were on the necklace, and my eyes were on him.

“So what now?” I asked.

Wordless, he drew me closer my the forearms and pressed his lips to my forehead. The kiss he gave me was warm and sent a wave of heat throughout my body.

He ran his thumbs along my cheekbones as his kiss drew down to my lips. Our first kiss after those dreadful months. The feeling had become so forgotten, but, now that it was happening again, it all came back to me, how much I loved it when he kissed me. How his soft lips would part, then come upon mine, softly, slowly, then escalating into the most amazing feeling ever. I literally felt sparks fly every time, no matter how much I’d get used to it.

After a few blissful secons of his plush, pink lips upon mine, he broke the kiss softly. He pulled me into his embrace, his strong arms wrapped around me in a hold that seemed invulverable, yet comforting and reassuring. For a while, we stayed like that, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s embrace. If possible, his arms got even tighter, and that only urged me to do the same. I buried my head in his neck, not wanting to move any time soon. He smelt like axe body spray and chcocoalte muffins- the scent I’d come to love.

He buried his nose into my hair, tangled his long fingers into the strands. He breathed out his next words, and I had never felt more  at ease with any answer in my life.

“Who knows?”

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Hope y’all liked this! Sorry if the ending seemed a bit abrupt  🙊 ❤️

Silver Storm (8/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you, and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts

Pairing:  Bucky x reader , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff

  - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to Marvels Silver Storm! *


                                                       Chapter 8
“We didn’t-”

“Oh I don’t want to hear from you, loverboy,” the man spits back at Bucky. Every aspect of this man reminds you of your handler; the authoritative way he stands, the angry features settling over his face, and his tone send fearful chills through your body. You rip your hand out of Bucky’s hold, placing both your hands to your side. Your posture straightens, losing the relaxed slouch. Bucky watches as your demeanor changes, making his change as well. He recognizes all the adjustments you just did, causing his annoyance with Nick to rise.

“So what, Fury? You think you can just barge in here like you own the place?” Bucky shouts, shocking everyone including Fury. You stay silent, your chest tightening at the situation brought on by your presence.

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“He has a point, Nick. You don’t run the Avengers, we aren’t SHIELD. Who we bring on or dismiss from this team doesn’t need your approval.” Steve steps in backing up Bucky.

“Well your dumbass decision to take in another Hydra asset doesn’t just affect your team, Captain. You think Hydra hasn’t noticed they lost something? They are ripping through SHIELD bases looking for their asset!” His volume increases, making a whimper accidentally fall from your lips. The man you pieced together as Nick Fury turns his full attention to you.

“And just what do you have to say for yourself? Or are you going to let the actual heroes speak for you. I have every right to throw you into a damn cell for all the lives lost at your hands, Silver Storm.”

 No one has used your full title since the day on the roof. The sound of the title accompanied with the strict tone snaps you into soldier mode. It’s not as intense as it was before but your mind still goes mostly blank and the blind need to follow orders is present. You stand to full height, shoulders squared, eyes empty, and hands glued to your side. The entire table goes tense, recognizing the transformation from when Bucky still had it wired into him. Bucky stands next to you, fists balled at his sides.

“Well Silver Storm, y-”

 You lock your eyes to Fury’s .“Готовы выполнить, сэр (ready to comply, sir).” The words came out emotionless , sending shivers through Bucky.

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“Get the hell out,” he growls, glaring coldly at Fury.

“I’m not going anywhere! I want a damn explanation of your great plan, Barnes. You think you can save her? You can stop Hydra from finding her?” Steve places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, preventing him from lunging at Nick.

“What the hell has gotten into you? You want a plan, Nick? They did they same thing to her as they did to me, so I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything in my damn power to undo the hell they put her through. You have no idea what we’ve went through. You just managed to undo everything she’s accomplished so far. She’s supposed to feel safe here; not like she has to fucking obey orders. She is a human, not a fucking weapon. She can join the team if and when she is ready. No one, especially you, is going to control her.” Bucky is livid, his blood boiling at the way Fury just barged in making ridiculous demands and accusations. He turns to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He sees the blank stare in your eyes which angers him more.

“Вернись ко мне, солнышко мое (come back to me, my sunshine),” he says while looking into your eyes. His words register in your mind; they don’t set in right away but after a few minutes he sees your eyes shift back to normal.

Tears leave your eyes as you see his face go from worried to relieved. What did I do? Your breathing starts to pick up rapidly, as anxiety blooms in your body. Your hands begin shaking and you squeeze your eyes shut. They aren’t going to want me here anymore. How did I fall back into a soldier so quickly? Bucky pulls you to him, locking you in a tight embrace.

“It’s alright Y/n, nothing bad happened, you didn’t do anything. It shouldn’t have even happened,” he whispers in your ear, trying to put an end to your anxiety attack.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore, Bucky,” you sob into him. He runs a hand through your hair while glaring at Fury.

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“You aren’t going to hurt anyone. That isn’t who you are.You know that, I know that, and the team knows that. You are safe here. This won’t happen again; I won’t let it.” He places a kiss on your forehead. You pull away when the anxiety starts to fade.

“I think he is right,” you say quietly, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Y/n-”

“No Bucky, what I did isn’t okay. It’s not fair that people are losing their lives because Hydra is looking for me. But I want to be ready. They will look for me and they will find me. I can’t just sit and let all of you fight my fight. Bucky was able to undo most of the damage, so I’m not going to do any less. I’ve never been a damsel in distress, at least I think, so I’m not about to start.” You look at each member of the team and then your gaze lands on Fury. He is not my handler. I do not have to be afraid of him. I am not his property. I am one’s property.

“I don’t know who you are or what you do, but you have no right to speak to me as if you have authority over me. You don’t have a right to speak to anyone like that and if that’s what you want, then go work for Hydra. I’ve been controlled around and I’m not letting an angry man with an eye patch make me feel like his bitch. So I’d listen to Barnes and get the hell out before I decide not to be so forgiving of your rude interruption during our family breakfast, buddy,” You spit out, sass oozing off every word.

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Bucky wraps an arm around your waist, wearing a proud smile.

“You heard the lady, elevators are that way Fury,” Tony says, pointing to the hall. Nick shakes his head, sending you a smirk before he heads to the elevator.

“Looks like you’ll fit right in here, Y/n,” he says, a hint of entertainment in his voice. You along with a few others are confused beyond belief. He just - didn’t he just yell at me?

“Keep that mindset. You aren’t what Hydra made you to be anymore. You’re better, use it against them, show them you made a hero out of weapon. And by the way, the government was somehow made aware of your residence here, so I’d expect a visit,” He calls over his shoulder as he steps into the elevator. You look around, noticing Natasha and Clints smirks.

“What the hell just happened?” you ask.

Natasha speaks up first. “Nick isn’t a bad guy, y/n. You’ve been through hell, but Hydra gave you something that you can use to help people. You just needed a push to -”

“You just manipulated me, is that what you’re saying?” you question through clenched teeth. Nats expression falls, realizing that is exactly what they did. It wasn’t just her though, it was Fury and Clint’s idea, too.

“I - we didn’t mean to-” Clint starts, but your hand flies up, signalling him to just stop.

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“I get it, I get why. But seriously? I’ve been manipulated and controlled enough. Can’t I just have some time to, oh I don’t know, fucking relax. I was turned into this against my will, never getting a fucking break. Of course I want to help the freakin’ world, but I need to breathe. I thought you guys of all people would understand,” you say, looking around to each of them. You didn’t know who exactly was in on that little show but you have a feeling Bucky and Steve were not. You move away, leaving the kitchen. You glance over your shoulder, seeing the disappointed looks the two super soldiers are giving the rest.

They aren’t wrong but I will not stand being manipulated. Not by people I thought were becoming my friends. Wait, how did the government find out I was here?



   It’s been a few days since Fury’s visit and things are returning to normal between you and the team. Nat and Clint apologized but you waved them off, understanding why they did it. You’ve been trying to figure out what to do about the government finding out about you. Do you run? Are they going to arrest you? Take you away from Bucky?

You’re sitting across from Tony in his lab, watching him reassemble one of his suits.

“Tony, what are we going to do if they come for me?” you question. He doesn’t look away from his work when he answers.

“Who? Hydra or the government?”

“Both. I know Hydra’s a pain in the ass but I’ve heard Secretary Ross isn’t a walk in the park either,” you reply. Tony lets out a snort at your answer.

“Well you’ve got that right. We’ll figure it out, kiddo. They finally ended up letting Barnes and the Accords slide, so I don’t see why you’d be any different.”

You nod at his response, not having anything else to say.

“Miss Y/n, Sergeant Barnes is waiting for you in the gym,“ FRIDAY announces. You get up, saying goodbye to Tony.

I wonder what he wants? The elevator ride to the gym isn’t long. When you step into the gym your eyes instantly go to Bucky. He was standing near the weights, using his discarded shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Hot Damn. Your eyes look over his body, taking in the lines and muscles.

“You come to work out or just stare at Barnes, y/n?” Sam’s voice startles you. You let out an awkward laugh.

“I guess I’m busted,” you say, a blush coating your cheeks. You hear Buckys laugh and catch his gaze.

“Oh doll, you can stare at me all you want,” he says with a wink. You hear Sam gag, pulling another laugh from you.

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“Why did you call me down here?” you ask Bucky as he walks over to you.

“I was wondering if you would want to spar?” he questions. You freeze. You haven’t come anywhere near the gym since you came here. You haven’t felt the need to workout or practice your fighting since you left Hydra.

“You don’t have to sweetheart, it was just a suggestion.” You can tell by his voice he regrets bringing it up. He shouldn’t have to step on eggshells around me. Maybe I should practice a little.

 “I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends, darling.” You shrug and go to leave.

“Oh whoa whoa, who says you’ll beat me?” he playfully asks. You roll your eyes.

“I won’t just beat you, I’ll kick your ass into next week, Buck,” you tease. Probably shouldn’t be so sure of myself, but what the hell. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

“Ohhhh man, Tin Can. You gonna take that?” Sam helps instigate, making you smile. “I bet she could do it, look at these arms.” Sam lifts your arms to prove his point.

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“Alright doll, let’s spar then. Unless you’re all talk?” Yes, yes I am. You smirk, covering up your nervousness. Sam asks FRIDAY to notify the rest of the team, wanting to get a bet going on who’s going to win. When everyone arrives, you and Bucky step into the sparring ring.

“Alright, I’ve got $20 on Y/n!” Sam yells. You don’t pay attention to who else sides with him, you just lock your eyes on Bucky.

“What are you going to bet, Doll? What do I get when I win?” his lips twitching into a cocky smile. When? Oh you’re going down Barnes.

“If you win, you can have whatever you want. But when I win, I get to…” you think for a minute, trying to come up with something you know he wouldn’t agree to normally. Then it pops into your head. “When I win, I get to do your make up, hair, and nails.” His eyes bug out of his head.

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“Deal. I can’t wait for my prize,” he says with a smirk and a wink.

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Here, Always

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black X Reader

Prompt: Life hasn’t always been easy for Sirius, but you always thought he knew how to handle it. After all, he’s always so upbeat and energetic all the time. How do you deal with finding out that he isn’t always smiling?

A/N: Panic attacks suck and it’s not an inconvenience to anyone if you have one. Remember to breathe and I hope you guys all have a good day. I’m not a hundred percent certain if what I wrote here is completely inoffensive or accurate, and I apologize if I made any errors. I also changed the plot slightly from the original request. Thanks for understanding.
      I decided to try writing something a bit angsty, so tell me if I’m any good at it please. I’m experimenting with new styles of writing, so please bear with me if the usual nice reader-insert fluff isn’t as prevalent as it used to be. Feel free to throw new ideas at me and I really would appreciate some feedback on my writing! Thank you all so much, again. 

Warnings: Panic attacks, anxiety, overall feelings of negativity.

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Ten Fics!

I am finally doing this! :) :) Unfortunately, I can’t find the original post but I was tagged by caitlinispiningforjohnlock​ and cloisteredself​. Here are ten fics that I love to death and that will always stick with me:

The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow- I wasn’t going to start reading johnlock. And then I read this fic.

The Violet Hour by breathedout- Hands down, one of my favorite fics of all time. 1920s historical AU where Sherlock and John get together while solving a case in the midst of the Bloomsbury crew. The writing is absolutely exquisite and John and Sherlock are unmistakably themselves in the fascinating backdrop of post-WWI England. It’s perfect in every way.

Ein Zimmer Mit Bad by breathedout- I think this fic actually contains my favorite sex scene in all of literature. John and Sherlock have angry, possessive, jealousy-induced sex in a giant copper bathtub in Berlin. Oh my god, it is everything.

What to do When Your Flatmate is Homicidal by hyacinthsky_747- This fic is so funny, and so touching and poetic, and just a delight from beginning to end.

Cooperative Principle by bendingsignpost- This fic ripped my heart out and threw it on the floor and trampled all over it with hob-nailed boots. And I loved every minute of it.

Yet by aderyn- Post-Reichenbach fic full of folklore, poetry, and loveliness. Every word is perfect.

Art and Nature by PoppyAlexander- Gorgeous, gorgeous historical AU where Sherlock is the butler and John is the gardener in a manor house in the 1920s. Sherlock is cold and remote and impeccable until John Watson comes to the house and slowly draws him out. When they are alone together, the way Sherlock comes apart just for John… Oh, it is to die for.

Landscape With The Fall of Icarus by CaitlinFairchild- This is the first story by caitlinispiningforjohnlock that I ever read and it seriously changed my life. This fic fucking knocked me off my feet and left me panting for breath. It was so good I didn’t even know what to do with myself when I finished it. It was a fic I didn’t even know how badly I needed until I read it. It helped me recover from season three. It is devastating in the most eloquent way.

Kings Among Runaways by allonsys_girl- This story is my life. I am obsessed with it. The brilliant anigrrrl2​ is busy working on a myriad of other brilliant fics at the moment, but this one really gets me. Like reaches into my chest and does things with my heart gets me. It is vivid and searing and tender and gorgeous and so full of feeling I ache when I read it. And she’s only written four chapters so far.

All the Best and Brightest Creatures by wordstrings- I will continue to rec this fic until I die. It is on another level of fic-ness. Sometimes, I have to put off reading the updates for months and months because they are too good and I feel them too deeply and coming back to real life is sad and painful. That is how good this fic is. You live in it when you read it.

anonymous asked:

Caught in the act naughty times sounds awesome!

Sorry it’s so short.


      It had been ages since you and Len had a moment where it was just the two of you, so as soon as Mick was out the door you two wasted no time. A trail of clothes led to the room where you two eventually ended up. Hungry kisses, heavy breathing, pulses racing, exploring hands. The two of you were so distracted you didn’t hear the front door opening and closing.

     “You two are pretty loud.” You screamed and pulled the blanket over you. “Forgot my wallet.”

      Leonard started having a casual conversation with Mick, Seriously? You thought. After a while you kicked your lover’s shin, “Could you close the door for us?”

      “Sure thing, unless you need some help.” Mick chuckled.

      “You want Mick to join us, kitten?” You kicked him again, “I think that’s a no. Maybe some other time.” He shifted so you couldn’t kick him again. Mick closed the door chuckling.