oh he looks a little high

Oh Shit…

It happened gradually…

Sirius: *bursts into the dorm, locking the door behind him*

Sirius: *spots Remus and holds a finger to his lips* Shhh…

It had started with little things. The way he’d put his hair up with his wand, dark curls falling across his forehead. The impressively dramatic eye-rolls. The sound of his voice. His crooked smile…    

Then it became more specific.

The way his voice would crack when he tried to hit the high notes in “Stayin’ Alive”. The way he’d always tilt Remus’ book down, peering over it with a mischievous look that said very clearly he was up to no good. How he passed every test effortlessly, infuriatingly, playing it off as “luck”. The way his shoulders hunched and his expression turned stony every time he passed Regulus in the hall, desperately trying to think of something to say to his estranged sibling. The way his whole face would light up whenever James introduced him as his brother. The way he’d sit quietly in the hospital wing after the full moon, dark bags under his eyes. The fact that he always took notes when he knew Remus wouldn’t be able to make it…  

Sirius: *sighs with relief when no one knocks on the door* *turns to Remus* Hey Moons, If anyone comes asking where I am… tell them I’m off snogging McKinnon or something.

The fact that it hurt when he said that…

Sirius: *notices the way Remus’ hands are trembling as he turns the page, his eyes staring blankly at the same spot*  

He didn’t know when it had happened… what had changed…

But…

Oh shit… 

… I’m gay. 

“So we’ll tell them that I rescued you during the FBI raid,” Stiles said, eyeing the ‘Beacon Hills - 3 Miles’ sign ruefully.

Derek snorted, “Or we could tell them the truth, that you called me to warn me that the FBI was on my tail and kept me updated on the progress so I got out before the raid and then you picked me up the next morning in Maryland.”

“What’s the fun of that,” Stiles rolled his eyes, “Let me be the hero.”

“If we tell them that anyone saved anyone I’m telling them that I saved you,” Derek flicked Stiles on the arm, “It’s my turn to save you.”

“Hey!” Stiles didn’t take this hands off the wheel, “Don’t hurt the driver.”

Derek rolled his eyes this time, “We’ll tell them the truth if they ask.”

“You’re boring Hale, when did you get so boring.”

“When did you decide to harbor another fugitive, you’re an intern with the FBI,” Derek shot back, but he was smiling.

“Anoth- It’s you! It’s the same damn fugitive every time you asshole,” Stiles said, “And what the FBI doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

“Idiot,” Derek said fondly, “Thank you.”

“For what?” 

“For saving me. Again.”

“Oh well,” Stiles shrugged, his voice a little quieter than usual, “I invested so much time into saving your life in high school I couldn’t just let you waste away in federal prison.”

“You’re too kind,” Derek said with a grin.

The Beacon Hills exit loomed large in front of them and Stiles takes a deep breath before he steers the Jeep off the highway. 

“Ready or not,” Stiles said sardonically, looking at Derek for a moment. 

“We’re ready,” Derek gently squeezes Stiles leg, ignoring the way touching Stiles makes his heart thud, “We’ve got to be.”

“I’m still telling them I saved you,” Stiles said, pulling the Jeep into the parking lot at the animal clinic and grinning at Scott as he put it in park. 

ACOTAR Headcannon

When Rhysand was under the mountain he would always mind-speak with the children and calm them down and pretend to be their imaginary friend so they wouldn’t feel so alone. He would play little games with them and Rhys would scratch his nose and then talk in their minds with a silly voice “Hey look! That big doof up there is picking his nose!” And the children would laugh because the feared High Lord of the Night Court was picking his nose and the children would say something back like “Oh wow he’s a doof! Those shadows can’t help him hide that he’s picking his boogers!!” And Rhys would feel happy because the children were less scared now and at least they saw him as a doof and not a monster

Imagine Your Boyfriend Wants to Breed You

(this is for the people asking for fluffier things. My first submission so I hope you enjoy! I love this page by the way!)

It’s dark in the basement bedroom you and your boyfriend share. Youre still tired, and shift a bit, trying to fall back asleep, but a wandering hand causes your eyes to flutter open. Smirking, you roll over to face your boyfriend, and smile at him. “You’re always so handsy in the mornings,” you murmur, your voice still quiet and sleep-filled.

He smiles and kisses you. “I know you like being woken up this way,” he purs. Sighing contentedly, you nod and kiss him back as his hand pushes your shirt up and kneads your breasts, making you moan. You feel him smirk against your lips, and you smile back. You’re so happy with him, and he plays into all of your kinks. You love it.

He pushes himself up and half pins you under him, one hand roving from your breast down to the hem of your shirts. You arch your back in anticipation as he stuffs his fingers into you, gently messaging your clit. Soon, you start whimpering and panting, writhing against his touch. “Oh, look at you. So eager,” he groans against your ear, and you moan his name, spurring him on. “You make me so hard,” he continues as your orgasm builds. You can’t control the noises coming out of you. You’re whimpering and shaking as your abdomen tightens, your eyes glazing over as you lock eyes with him until finally, you explode, digging your nails into his broad shoulders. “That’s it,” he purrs, continuing to finger you. “That’s a good little pet.”

As you come down from the high he’s just given you, he kisses you deeply, and sweetly before helping you undress. Usually you get time to pleasure him by taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue over his hot, hard member, but he’s too eager this morning. He obviously wants to be inside of you, and You’re fine with that. You cum even harder when he’s pumping himself into you.

As soon as you’re naked, the two of you are scrambling to get his clothes off. He strokes his cock for good measure, but as he kneels in front of you, he’s already leaking precum, and fully erect. You’re wet from being played with already, but even wetter now that you’re watching him become primal, ready to take you. You spread your legs, preparing yourself whilst he gets a condom, but he doesn’t grab one this time. Instead, he presses your legs further apart, and lines himself up with your entrance. You can feel the hot head of his cock just barely pressing into you, and you want to feel it all the way inside of you. You moan, but stay still, knowing his rule.

“Babe, what about a condom?” You ask, nearly breathless.

He slides his large hands up your inner thighs, and you shiver. “I’ve been thinking about your kink,” he says.

“It’s just a kink,” you interject, slightly panicked, but he silences you by pressing himself inside of you, bare, a few more inches. You gasp. “W-we’re not ready–”

He suddenly slams the rest of himself inside of you, and you scream. It feels so good. You’ve never felt him bare before,and your toes curl. He slowly starts sliding in and out of you, kissing your neck. “I know you want to be pregnant. You’ve told me.” He keeps his tortorously slow pace, and you moan, your eyes rolling back. He slides his hand over your stomach. “You went my children growing inside of you, your tits leaking with milk so as they grow you can feed them.” He starts to speed up, and your moans can’t be contained. He’s really going to do this.  He’s going to knock you up. Instinctually, you lock his hips against yours with your legs. “Good girl. Do you want to feel your master’s cock unload inside your fertile womb?”

“Yes,” you moan. There’s no going back. You’re too far gone. “Put a baby in my womb. Please,” you grind your hips up to meet his. “Breed me.”

He groans, and grabs your chin, making you look him in the eyes. “There’s no going back after this,” he groans. His thrusts are steady, and his voice stern. You’re putty under him, moaning and writhing, gripping his shoulders. “I’m going to make sure you’re pregnant,” he growls, picking up the pace. “I’m going to fuck you again and again until you miss your next period.”

“Yes,” you whimper, watching him and in down at you. He licks a stripe between your breasts.

“I’m marking you in the best ways possible. Everyone will know.” He lifted your legs higher, and slammed into you harder, making your breasts sway and your breath hitch. “I’ll breed you,” he snarled. “Over. And over. And over.” His thrusts punctuated every pause, until finally, he stilled. His cock twitched inside of you, sending you over the edge. You cried out, and your Pussy spasmed greedily around his member. “Good girl,” he moaned as his cock spasmed for the sixth and final time.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he grinned down at you, and withdrew his cock with a wet pop. You felt his seed slowly run between your thighs and onto the sheets. It was a delicious feeling. You hummed contently and pulled him to you, kissing him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, and pulled back with a grin. “I can’t wait to see you become a mother.” His hand circled your flat stomach. “Watch you grow bigger.” He chuckled and you blushed.

“Are you really going to breed me over and over?” You asked innocently.

He pulled you to his chest, and whispered. “As many times as your body can take it.”

the best parts of the iconic i love you scene:

  • the huge relieved sigh alec let out and how it came almost like a little “oh” sound when he saw magnus who he had been looking for HOURS just imagine how stressed the poor bab was
  • he says it himself – he was literally TERRIFIED of losing magnus, the man he had just realized he’s in love with, the love of his life, because when shadowhunters find someone it is for life
  • alec’s heavy breathing bc his anxiety levels had been so high that he couldn’t even breathe properly and he had probably been running all around the institute just waiting to see what he feared the most
  • but magnus was scared too you could just see how relieved they both were when they finally had each other in their arms
  • magnus’ thumb rubbing down alec’s back in such a reassuring way, trying to tell him that its okay because he’s here now
  • alec burying his face into magnus’ shoulder because that’s his safe place and the only way to calm himself down
  • him hugging magnus even tighter because he’s probably still in shock trying to figure out if this is real if magnus is actually there, living, breathing and okay because he’s alec’s responsibility and if anything were to happen to him…
  • the i love you is so beautifully breathless too he probably just figured it out but it doesnt matter because he doesnt want to ever feel like that was the last time they’d see each other before he could even tell magnus about his true feelings, without magnus knowing how loved he is
  • magnus shaking his head a little bit because he cant quite believe it but answering right back the same words so easily
  • he has probably just been waiting for alec to say it because he himself has been too scared, too scared for his response, the possibility that he doesn’t get back the answer he so desperately needs to hear
  • the forehead touch ™ and magnus’ tiny smile just because of how happy he is to hear those words
  • the fact that they probably ended up hugging for a long ass time after that just holding each other, breathing each other in, feeling the other there with them…
  • after that they portalled to magnus’ apartment and just laid down for a bit, calming down, basking in each other’s existence and just ignoring the outside world for awhile because right now all they have is each other
Kiwi

Originally posted by fearless-man

Inspired by Harry Styles’ song ‘Kiwi’. Just an one shot without any connections to other stories I’ve written. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it

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“God, black leather jackets are so hot.” You breathed out as you, Sam, Dean and Cas strolled pass a high end store.

“Hot? I had no idea clothing had such a high temperature…” Cas said, eyebrows forwarding as he over thought your comment. You giggled, shaking your head softly. 

“No, Castiel. I meant that leather jackets look very handsome on men.” You corrected yourself.

“You think leather jackets are hot?” Dean raised an eyebrow and you nodded simply.

-

The motel was dewy and cold. You shivered and cuddled into the bed further. “Where’s Dean?” You asked Sam as he punched the keys on his laptop quickly. 

“Hmm?” He hummed softly and turned towards you a little. “Oh, Dean. Yeah he went out or whatever. Hey, you hungry?”

“Starving.” You smiled and thanked the gentle giant as he headed out the door to grab some grub.

Dean walked into the room no longer than 5 minutes later. “Hi.” You smiled and continued scrolling through your phone.

Dean stayed silent for a minute. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” You asked, confused. 

Dean didn’t answer for a solid ten minutes, making you return to your previous activities. 

“Anything?” He said impatiently. 

“What?”

Dean looked down, tugging at new leather jacket. 

You flushed, feeling as if you were missing something. “You got a haircut?”

“Nevermind, dammit.” 

The Wrong Number Part Three

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary : you accidentally texted the wrong person one night who happens to be a major celebrity. And from that day on, you two can’t seem to stop talking to each other.

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A/N : SO many of you asked for a part two, so here it is!! I hope you all enjoy!!

Warning ; language?

It’s been two months since you and Jensen first texted each other, and it’s has been the best two months of your life.

You spent almost everyday talking to him. Face timing him every night and slowly falling for him.

This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to have your heart yearn for someone. Especially someone you knew you couldn’t be with.

But it happened.

Jensen was everything you wanted in a man. He was charming and funny and had the biggest heart. It was hard not to fall for him.

It took you a while to tell your best friend, but when you did, she wouldn’t let it go.

“So when are you two going to meet in person?” She asked.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged. “Probably never.”

“What? Why not!”

“B-Because. It just wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Bonnie furrowed her brows, looking directly at you. “Why not? It’s obvious you two like each other and–”

“It’s just not a good idea.” You cut her off. “I mean what if he meets me and doesn’t like who I am?”

“You two have literally talked everyday for two months!”

“So! It’s easy to talk to someone behind a phone. It’s different in person.”

“But he already likes you for you. Why would he just stop liking you all of a sudden?” She asked.

“Look, lets just drop it okay? Besides, I’ll probably never get the chance to meet him anyways.”

“I’m just saying you shouldn’t turn it down. Because who knows, it could turn into something more.”

—-

You laid in bed, snuggling with your blanket and looking into your phone.

“So how was set today?” You asked.

Jensen let out a yawn as he sat back into his couch. Still in his suit from playing Dean Winchester.

“It was great just exhausting.” He said. “But I got to direct this episode so it was awesome.”

You laid there listening go on and on about set and how he worked around some challenges through out the day.

Hearing his stories and seeing his eyes light up every time he mentioned directing, made you smile. He was adorable to watch. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Anyways, how are you?” He asked. “How was your dinner with Bonnie?”

“It was good.” You said. “Had some wine, and a lot of pasta.”

He flashed a smile, “my girl and her obsession with food.”

“It’s not an obsession, it’s a–”

“Lifestyle.” He cut you off.

Your lips curved, making your cheeks slightly ache. “Exactly.”

“I like a girl who loves food just as much as I do.” He muttered. “Makes it easier for dates too.”

Suddenly, you started to think about the conversation with Bonnie. You started to think about meeting him. About being with him and having this connection be physical.

You went over all the good and bad in your head. Weighing out each side and trying to talk yourself out of it.

But every time you looked at him, you started to lean more towards the pros.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to meet him in person. Maybe things could work out, just like Bonnie said.

Or maybe it could be the worst decision of your life.

Jensen waved into the camera, snapping you back to reality.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked.

You nodded, trying to focus on him and the conversation.

“Y-Yeah sorry. Just a little tired.”

He laid his head back more into the couch and sighed. “Me too.” He said. “I just wish you were here so I wouldn’t have to say bye, just good night.”

Your stomach fluttered immensely. Feeling as though you were on a high. Your cheeks ached more from smiling so big. You couldn’t help but fall for that cheesy line.

“Me too.” You whispered.

He looked at the time and yawned once again.

“I need to get some sleep though. Have a flight to catch tomorrow morning.” He said. “Got another convention this weekend.”

“Oh okay. Well goodnight.” You muttered. Not wanting to hang up.

“Good night beautiful.” He said with a soft smile.

And just like that, the call ended.

You started to think about the ‘what if’ again. About whether or not it was worth it. Worth to risk everything and just meet him in person.

You were so unsure of what to do. Battling with yourself, until you got a text from Jensen.

‘Before I go to bed, I just want to say one more thing.’

Three dots appeared underneath and you were suddenly nervous. Sitting up in your bed.

And then it popped up.

—–

Part Four (coming soon)

lunaaltare  asked:

Imagine Steve, after a rough battle, being stuck in the hospital. He's high off whatever the doctors gave him and loopy as hell. Whenever Sam visits, Steve hopelessly tries to flirt with him and the moment Sam tells him they're married already, Steve's basically sobbing.

“Did it hurt?” Steve slurs.

“What? You’re the one that fell off a building and then got shot.”

“When you fell from heaven.”

Sam starts laughing, “Oh my god.”

“‘M serious!” Steve says, trying to sit up a little before Sam pushes him back down gently with a hand on on his chest. “You look like an angel. You even have a halo!”

“Steve I think that’s just the painkillers talking.”

“Nuh-uh. I see it. Right there.” Steve reaches up and accidentally pokes Sam in the eye. “Oh no! Oh no! I hurt you. Come here. Let me kiss it and make it better.”

“You’re just trying to get a kiss out of me.”

“Well can you blame me? You’re so cute. Really cute, you are. An angel sent down from heaven just to keep me company.”

“You’re awful,” Sam tells him, still laughing.

“Who’s the lucky guy that gets to kiss on you? I wish it were me. How can it be me? Tell me, Sam. What do I gotta do to get a guy like you?”

“Well you’re in luck,” Sam says, reaching out to take Steve’s hand. He picks up Steve’s left hand and shows it to him. “See that wedding band?” Then he holds up his left hand too.

“Crap,” Steve says, making a really distressed face. “I’m married? Oh no. My husband is going to kill me for flirting with you.”

“Man, what did they give you? Holy shit. You’re married to me, asshole. You’re my husband.”

Steve’s eyes get so big that Sam’s actually afraid they might just fall out of his head. “We’re married!?”

“Yes, Steve. We’re married.”

“It’s me?! You’re my husband?! I get to kiss on you! I have an angel for a husband!” Steve’s body starts to practically melt back into the hospital bed. He keeps a tight hold on Sam’s hand and closes his eyes. “How did I pull that one off?”

Sam brings their joined hands up to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to Steve’s knuckles. “I have no idea.”

Esteban

by reddit user alackofcoasters

As a teacher, I get to see and hear a lot of horror stories, maybe not the kind that you are used to. Kids being abused by teachers or parents, students who get hooked on hard drugs and lose scholarships, even teenagers getting raped in the classroom. Bad things happen to good kids. It breaks my heart. All in all, it’s all pretty horrific, some of the things they warn you about in school when you’re getting your teaching credential.

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“More Than Roommates”

Request: I saw you asked for prompts. This one is pretty smutty. Can you do one where Sebastian and the reader are roommates and she comes home and catches him jerking off, which leads to more. Or if not Sebastian, then one of his characters. Thank you love your writing!

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT, sub and dom relationship, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 2067

A/N: gimme a lance anon. i need it. i wrote this at school at someone stopped to read it and it was at the dirtiest part. 


Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold and silver medals at the Olympics.

He didn’t know that you had a huge crush on him. You would never tell him. He wasn’t the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead. Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason. You didn’t even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but Lance’s fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you.

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Jaws - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.

Warnings: Kissing.

Words: 1 328

A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!

TAKING REQUESTS

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming


She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.

She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.

“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.

He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”

“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”

Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.

“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.

“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”

“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”

Yeah.

“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”

“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”

“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.

She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”

“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.

“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”

He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.

“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.

Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.

“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.

“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.


He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.

“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”

The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.

“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.

“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”

“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.

“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”

“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.

“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”

“I’m s-”

“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower  to continue their days separately.

As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.

She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”

“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“

“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.

“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.

“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.

“You’re so cocky, you know that? It’s tiring.”

Seventeen as things my art teacher has said
  • Seungcheol: Even though you're my top class, I still hate you all
  • Jeonghan: Louis does my hair look ok? Like...does it look like my hair had been conditioned by 10000 little stars?
  • Joshua: I will not have that word in my household. From now on, the word 'baka' is banned.
  • Jun: Oh good morning gremlins it's your handsome teacher :))))))))))))
  • Soonyoung: You may keep your head high but he will always be high-er. That's it. He's just blazed all the time.
  • Wonwoo: Yo.....kids may be weird.......but you guys are weirder god damn
  • Jihoon: Louis can you not be like 6ft I feel very intimidated by you sometimes.
  • Seokmin: What do you mean I'm the worst teacher? I'm the best damn teacher you'll ever have I even made you brownies!!
  • Mingyu: We honestly don't deserve dogs I meAN HAVE YOU SEEN CHOW CHOWS LOOK ITS LIKE A FLUFFY BABY LION
  • Minghao: Holy shit that's adorable.....burn it....you never know if it will come alive at night.
  • Seungkwan: This art is amazing I'll pay you £1 and half a pizza for it
  • Hansol: I'll give you guys extra credit towards uni if you incorporate bubbles or snoop dogg into the painting
  • Chan: Help.
Katie’s Graduation Present

Katie’s Graduation Present | Phil Lester has missed the majority of his daughter’s high school years because he’s spent the last four years in the military. When Dan finds out he’s going to miss her graduation, too, he throws a fit, and doesn’t even say “I love you,” before hanging up on him. So who’s the military guy in blue at the bottom of the bleachers? | Phan | Teen and Up | Reunion fic, light angst, happy ending, Parent phan | 1,849 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

I may have spent a good portion of the morning watching military reunion videos and I cried so hard I wrote a fic with my tears.

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It’s not that the question has been bugging him, per se.

It’s more like…. more like…

Well it’s more like the question had been driving him up the fucking wall. And it’s not like it matters- at all. But Isak should know things about Even and Even should knows things about Isak. They should know each other. Because Isak is like 99.78% sure that Even and Isak are a forever thing.

So.

“Can I ask you a question?” Isak is sitting on the counter of their kitchen as Even meticulously scrambles eggs and tosses toast in the oven.

Even hums, throwing pinches of salt in the pan as the eggs started to form, “Yeah, ‘course.”

“Am I like…” Isak thinks of how to phrase it because he’s come to learn that shit doesn’t always come out of his mouth in the most elegant of fashion. He struggles for a hot second, before remembering that this is Even- who knows his lack of censor, “So like am I your first guy?”

Even throws pepper into the egg mixture.

Isak shifts uneasily, “Even?”

He takes the eggs off the heat and dumps them on to a plate. When there was no more to do, Even moved to stand in between Isak’s legs, “What brought this on?”

“Just curious.” Isak leans forward to brush bits of hair away from Even’s face, “It’s not like it’s super important… I was only wondering.”

Even stares at him for a minutes. probably debating his answer or whatever, “There was one other boy I was interested in. Before I met you. It didn’t end well. Or- like, it never really began? He didn’t…”

#relatable, Isak thinks, and then “Gotcha.”

“I’m glad it didn’t.” Even smiles, backing away from Isak and grabbing the plate of eggs, “Because now I have you and I wouldn’t give you up for anyone.”

Aww.

“What about you? Even continues, setting the table, “I was the first boy you were interested in, right?”

Record Scratch. 

“Umm,” Fuck his pitch is a little too high to be normal, “Well…”

Even glances back at him with raised eyebrows, “Wait really? I wasn’t?”

“I mean…” 

“Huh,” Even slides a hand through his hair, like he can’t decide on being amused or put out, “Do I know him?”

“Well….”

Even narrows his eyes, “Who?”

“Jo…nas?” Isak looked around, “Maybe.”

“Jonas?” Even blinked, “Like Jonas, Jonas? Oh fuck me.”

“I’d love to,” Isak said brightly, turning around and heading for the hallway, “We just gotta-”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Even’s arms come around Isak’s waist, “Jonas Noah Vasquez, huh? Curly haired bastard.”

Isak snorts, “You adore Jonas.”

“Yeah,” Even sniffs into his hair, “He is pretty cool.”

Isak tries to hide a smile, “…and hot… very hot.”

The arms tighten and before he knows it, Even is marching him to bed, “I’ll show you very hot.”

He did.

For the heck of it, I decided to rewrite and expand on my idea of how Coran figures out dealing with Slav.


The multi-armed alien is curled in a tight little ball under a console in the Lions’ hanger when Coran finds him, having been tipped off by Yellow and the muttered sound of dire predictions.

A strange fellow this Slav may be, but he knows how to deal with the sight of someone having bad nightmares, and very gently taps a hand clamped over an ear with one of the cold bottles he’s carrying. “Easy, it’s just me,” he says when that draws a yelp and a frenzied attempt to curl up even smaller. “Come out of there and rehydrate before you sweat yourself to nothing.”

“I have only a twelve per cent possibility of being able to die of dehydration in my current condition,” Slav mumbles, but slinks out of his hidey-hole nonetheless. 

The bags under his eyes are pretty spectacular.

Coran gently waves the offered bottle in front of his face, and Slav eyes it suspiciously before snatching it and cracking the seal, sniffing at the spicy-sweet contents. “Belai? Why would you keep this in stock?”

He shrugs. “It’s a good idea to be stocked for everything,” he says as if that actually answers the question instead of dodges it, and pretends not to notice the very obvious change in the way Slav looks at him.

Maybe he answered more accurately than he wanted to. Oh, well.

He takes a seat on a mechanic’s stool and his slithery little drinking buddy clambers up onto the console and takes a swig. “More bad dreams about other realms?” Coran asks once Slav has had enough that the question won’t send him into a complete frenzy.

“Oh, my, yes. Always. So many. And the percentages of them happening are so high. There is a ninety-eight per cent possibility that our rescue mission on Rurikora will end with seven children dead and ourselves in captivity. Eighty-six per cent-”

“Slav. Have you ever tried not thinking about the likely timelines?” Coran asks, and Slav looks up from his bottle with a head-tilt that reminds him of Allura when she was a toddler.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, try imagining something completely outlandish. Like… Pidge becoming Queen of the Turimonquans.”

Slav blinks at him, then snorts out a barking noise that sounds like a laugh. “But that only has an-”

“Don’t tell me the percentage.”

“W-what? But you said-”

Coran thinks, tapping a fingertip against his own bottle. “Tell me… tell me what her coronation outfit looks like.”

And that, he discovers, is the secret. Never talk about the percentages. Percentages bring anxiety, and an anxious, stressed Slav is a bundle of nervous energy that drives the entire crew off the handle. 

So instead, every time Coran gets that itch up the back of his neck that means a certain alien is somewhere in the Castle having a breakdown, he quietly fishes a couple of bottles of Belai out of the cooling chambers, digs Slav out of wherever he’s hiding-

-and they talk.

About other timelines, mostly. Worlds that never happened, or have the slimmest chances of happening. But never in percentages. Instead, Coran always asks for visions, images, what Slav sees as his mind reaches out into those pathways that wind before and behind them.

“There is a timeline where we all really do end up becoming space pirates,” Slav says as he rolls his bottle back and forth between his paws.

“Yeah?” Coran takes a drink. “What are you wearing for your pirating outfit?”

“For some reason, I have many, many earrings. I do not understand. It seems very inefficient to have so many earrings.”

“Maybe it makes you look tough.”

“Hm. I have always wondered what it would be like to be the frightening-looking one for a change.”

“I don’t understand how you can put up with him,” Allura mutters when she notices the alien curled up peacefully beside him in a snoozing lump. “If I have to kick him off the piloting controls one more time, I’m going to scream.”

Coran absently pets an ear, and Slav mutters in his sleep, not about probability, but about energy sails and swords. “Just have to give him the right outlet, that’s all.”

BTS Reaction: Them finding out that they’re your first boyfriend even though you were very popular in HS and got proposed many times(request)

Hi everyone! I’m Admin Cloud and I’m a new admin to Nothing-but-kpop-dreams. I’m sorry that this took so long to write this is also my very first reaction. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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Rap Monster / Kim Namjoon - You were at home cleaning up your closet and Namjoon decided to come over to help. Your room was a complete mess when he came over. There were clothes everywhere and it took you a bit of time to answer the door.

“Took you long enough” He chuckled walking into your small apartment.

“Sorry.” You apologize.

Leading him into your room, he laughs out loud at how messy your room was. Although it may sound embarrassing, it didn’t bother you at all since you’ve already seen how messy his room can get. Rolling your eyes, you go back into your closet taking out more clothes that either didn’t fit you or didn’t suit your liking. Looking up, you see one last box at the top of your closet. Curiously, you tippy toe up and reach for it, you hands barely grazing the side of the box. You jump up a little and still couldn’t reach it. You turn around lips pursed together as you look at Namjoon with pleading eyes. He laughs before walking over and grabbing the box for you.

“Geez, What’s in here? Rocks?” He asks as he sets the heavy box on the floor.

“Hmm, let’s find out” You reply, sitting down on the floor and opening the big box.

Your eyes widen as you realize that it’s a box full of your old high school things. Namjoon sits down next to you grabbing your senior yearbook.

“Oh wow I haven’t looked at this in so long” You thought out loud, as Namjoon flips through the pages.

You recall memories you had in high school to Namjoon, mostly about old friends and teachers. Suddenly he turns to the sports and clubs section of the yearbook and notices you in almost all the clubs and sports.

“Wow. Cheer captain?” He marveled.

“Yeah….”

“I’m guessing you were really popular back then. How many guys did you date?” he asks curiously.

“None.” you smile.

“Wait. How many exes have you had?”

“None”

“So–I’m your first boyfriend?”

“Yes. Namjoon. You are my first boyfriend”

He chuckles to himself as he wraps an arm around you and kisses you on the cheek.

“So looks like the nerdy guy gets the beautiful cheerleader in the end”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jin / Kim Seokjin - You are a famous idol part of a rising girl group from a small company almost unheard of. After the release of your debut song, your group gained so many new fans that you felt the need to do a vlive to interact with your fans. A few months before, as trainees, your group got the chance to meet BTS. Giving you guys encouraging advice on your upcoming debut, at the time, you’ve gotten close with Jin. The connection you two had, was indescribable. Soon after, you and Jin started a relationship, that only grew stronger as the days turn into months. When he publicly announced your relationship, the backlash was almost unbearable, making your company second guess the group’s debut date. Luckily another scandal bigger than your relationship with Jin sprouted making everyone turn away from your relationship to focus on other news. When your group debuted the song, it was almost as if all the hate turned into love, as your groups follower count gained more and more.

So here you are sitting in front of your iPhone camera, and answering questions being sent in from your fans.

“Hello everyone! Thanks for joining me today while I eat my dinner” You say into the camera, pulling out a bowl of jajangmyeon.

Putting some of the noodles into your mouth, you keep an eye on the live comments as people commented on how cute you looked. You smiled with cheeks filled.

“I’ll be answering questions now, so send in your questions!” You announce as you stuff your mouth with more noodles. Reading some of the comments, you notice a bunch of “Will you marry me’s” and “I love you’s”.

Smiling, you put up a heart, “I love you too!” you say.

Going through as many questions as you can do, one comment sticks out to you.

“Is Jin the most handsome boyfriend you’ve ever had?”

You smile widely, blushing at the thought of your boyfriend.

“Of course he’s the most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had, because he’s the only one I’ve ever had”

The comment section over-flooded with cute reactions. Mostly fans fangirling about your relationship. Suddenly, Seoyeon (One of your group members) rushes into your room hold up her phone to your face.

“Yah! Y/n, Sunbaenim’s on the phone!” She exclaims handing you her phone.

Taking the phone from her, you put the phone on speaker, getting closer to the camera.

“Yah! Jagi, Of course I’d be your first boyfriend! You were waiting for someone as handsome as me to claim as your first.”

Originally posted by kawaiimoonlight

Suga / Min Yoongi - Late nights with Yoongi was a typical thing for the both of you. You thought instead of parting Yoongi away from his music, maybe you should just join him at the studio. After the first couple of nights, it became a routine, for you to go to Yoongi’s studio right after work. One night after work you picked up some coffee for the both of you and immediately went straight to the studio. Walking into the room, Yoongi spins around on his chair facing you.

“Were you expecting coffee? Cuz I originally wanted to surprise you with this.” You laugh lifting up the cardboard tray.

“No,” he started “I just needed you”

Smiling, you place the coffee on the side table and walk over to Yoongi giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I need your help with something” Yoongi said with a soft smile.

“What do you need help with?” You ask curiously.

“I’m stuck with this one song I’m working on. It’s about a break up, and I feel like there isn’t enough emotion in it.”

“Yeah?”

“When you and your ex broke up, how did it feel? Did you feel any kind of hurt? Was the hurt painful?” He asked

“Oh,” you say shyly “Uhm, I’ve never had a break up”

“I should’ve expected that you were the heart breaker” He sighs chuckling.

You start to blush at his assumption.

“No… uhm I’ve never been through a break up,” you stated “ever.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in shock.

“So that means?”

“You’re my first boyfriend.” You smile shyly, as you pull on the sleeves of your hoodie

“Wha– How? You’re one of he most beautiful girl’s I’ve ever met. Other guys must’ve fawned over you”

“Well…Maybe I didn’t like the other guys”

Originally posted by agustdv

J-Hope / Jung Hoseok - It was one of those days where you and Hobi would stay at home and do absolutely nothing. You and Hoseok were sitting on the couch watching TV when your phone started to ring. You get up from Hoseok’s side and walk over to the counter to reach your phone. Looking at the number, you tilt your head to the side, not knowing who it was. Answering the facetime call, you see your old friend Doyoon pop up on the screen. You scream in excitement, frightening Hoseok in the process.

“Doyoon! It’s been forever!!” You exclaim

“I missed you too Y/n” he replies smiling at you.

After hearing a deep voice reply, Hoseok rushes over to your side curious to see who you were talking to. Engulfed in your conversation, you didn’t notice Hobi walking toward you, until he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Oh! Hobi, This is my old friend Doyoon” You say showing Hoseok the screen.

“Is this your boyfriend?” He asks

You nod, smiling.

“Y/n and I have been friends since we were in high school. You should’ve seen how the guys worshiped her, she got asked out left and right,” he laughed “Even I asked her out!”

You feel Hoseok tighten behind you.

“But she always rejected everyone! You’re a lucky man” He laughed

You smile as he loosens up. Hoseok lets go of your waist and goes to the kitchen to grab something to drink. You and Doyoon continue to talk, as Hoseok listens quietly.

“You’re modeling now! I saw your photos in a magazine not too long ago!”

“Yeah I’m living the dream! Anyways I have to go, my manager’s calling. I’ll talk to you soon boo-boo”

As you end the call, you see Hoseok leaning against the counter looking down at his drink. You walk around and stand behind Hobi, wrapping your arms around him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, leaning your head against his back.

“I don’t understand why you picked me for your first boyfriend” He sighs

“Why would you say something like that?” You questioned, frowning as you let go to face him.

“Your friend. He’s a model.”

“Hoseok, I couldn’t date him even if I wanted to. Besides I don’t want to be with him, I want to be with you”

“Y/n  you are so beautiful, it’s a miracle that you actually said yes to me. Why wouldn’t you want to be with someone who’s as good looking as you are, like Doyoon?”

You roll your eyes.

“Because he’s gay.”

Hoseok’s cheeks burn red as walks over and hugs you burying his face in your shoulder as he laughs in embarrassment.

“I love you too Hobi” You laugh.

Originally posted by jaayhope

Park Jimin - After visiting your home town, You and Jimin were on the train heading back to Seoul. While you were there, Jimin learned more about your childhood and where you grew up. The second you stepped off the train, you bumped into many of your old classmates, who revealed to Jimin your soaring popularity in high school. Upon hearing this, Jimin was shocked to find out that he was your first boyfriend and questioned how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girlfriend like you. Here you both were sitting side by side on the train back home enjoying the last few hours you had together before going back to the busy city and back to the busy schedules of reality.

Suddenly a random man probably a couple of years younger than you appears by your side, smiling widely. You shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“uh…” You say awkwardly

The guy gasps. You notice his ears starting to get redder and redder by the second.

“You look just like a fairyyy,” he started “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes widen in embarrassment.

“Oh…Uhm I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are” You say in the most polite way you can.

“Oh gosh. You actually said something to me”

Almost immediately, someone you assumed was his friend, pulls him away apologizing as they walk in the other direction. You quickly turn to Jimin. Your face heated.

“Did that just happen?” You ask confused.

“Trust me, I can’t believe you’re talking to me either” he laughs.

Originally posted by minblush

V / Kim Taehyung - It was midnight. You and Tae have yet to fall asleep so here you both were sitting cross legged in front of each other on your bed. You two started off talking about your day at work, but soon after that you talked about almost everything. As soon as you started a new topic about politics, Taehyung groaned falling over to his side and laying on your bed. He takes one of your pillows and props his arm on it, leaning his head on his hand.

“I don’t wanna talk about politics, that’s what old people talk about.” He whined

He sits up again, scooting even closer to you.

“Let’s play 21 questions” he suggests.

“Tae,” You laugh “You already know everything about me”

“Not everything!”

“Fine” You sigh in defeat. “You first”

“Hmm,” He chirped “If you could have any name besides your own what would it be?”

“Uhm…maybe (whatever name you like) because I like the way it sounds” You replied

He smiles, nodding his head.

“Your turn” he says.

“What is something you want to improve on?”

“I want to improve on my drawing” He smiles.

You’ve seen some of his drawings and it always impresses you. How talented this man is, you never understood.

“How many boyfriends have you had?”

“One.” You reply casually.

“I know you were popular in high school! How can you have had only one boyfriend?”

Your cheeks burned a rose color, as you played with your hair.

“I didn’t date anyone in high school”

Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Wait.”

“You’re my first one” you say hiding your face.

“Jagiyaaaaa” He says hugging you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me??”

“You didn’t ask” You laugh.

Originally posted by kookiemonster1997

Jeon Jungkook - It was a nice day out. You and Jungkook decided to go out on a walk around the nearby park. Enjoying each other’s company, you two walked in silence. Hand in hand, you lean your head on his shoulder when you hear someone calling your name.

“Y/N!”

Looking up you see a girl around the same age as you running up to you two. You smile politely at her, not knowing who she is. Jungkook looks at you confusingly as you shrug at him, confused as well.

“Y/N!,” The girl exclaims “Hi! It’s been so long”

“Hi” You reply politely with a hint of awkward.

“It’s me! Jihyun, we were both on the cheerleading team in high school”

Your eyes widen as you remember Jihyun, she was one of the cheerleaders you were acquaintances with in high school.

“Jihyun! You look gorgeous! How have you been?” you say.

“I’ve been good!” she smiles, and glances over to Jungkook. Her eyes widen.

“Is this your boyfriend?”

You smile widely at Jungkook, as he pulls you to his side.

“Yes,” you giggle “He is.”

“Oh my gosh! I wish you were in the same high school as y/n and I,” Jihyun starts “She was soooo popular. Almost all the boys asked her out. She even got proposed to”

You feel Jungkook shift uncomfortably next to you.

“How did you get y/n to say yes?” She asked

“Huh?” Jungkook asked confused.

“Yeah! y/n would reject guys left and right.,” she beamed “She even rejected the most popular guy in school”

You look down, shyly as you feel the heat rushing up to your cheeks. Jihyun’s phone buzzes. She looks down at her phone and her eyes widen.

“Oh, It looks like I gotta go,” she apologizes “I hope we could meet up again y/n it was nice running into you.”

Jihyun walks the other way, waving as she left. Suddenly you turn to Jungkook with blushed cheeks. He looks at you adoringly, as his smile grows wider.

“Why didn’t you tell me that I’m your first boyfriend?” He asks.

“You never asked.” You reply laughing.

“So I guess that I’m better than the most popular guy at school”

Originally posted by jeonwilds

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anonymous asked:

I will build you a fucking shrine if you write peter coming out as a bi to tony and tony being like, "hell yeah me too"!!!!!! (I'll probably cry happy tears too)

Okay. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.


He could do this. He could do this. It was all going to be fine. He could do this. 


Fuck. How the hell was anyone supposed to do this?


He checked his watch for the fifteenth time that minute. Tony was currently 12 seconds late. But he was always late, so this was fine. It didn’t mean anything. He was just caught up again. Which was normal. 


Unless he’s found out and now hates me and is going to take the suit away and yell at me and never speak to me ever ever again-


“God, Peter, pull yourself together,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair and then clasping it into a fist in his lap. It was all going to be okay. It was. He just needed to keep breathing.


Fuck. Why was he even here? Why had he called Tony in the first place? Take an hour of your day please, Mr Stark, I need to tell you something that I’ve only just found out myself and is probably something you don’t care about at all anyway-

This was stupid. He should have just waited until it could come up in casual conversation, not….whatever this was. Pulling Tony out of his busy day in order to tell him this stupid thing was…well, it was stupid! 

God, his hands were shaking.


What if Tony reacted badly? What if he got angry? What if…

what if he never wanted anything to do with Peter again?


It happened. He knew it happened. He’d heard all the horror stories. Kids, kicked out of homes by parents who had loved them unconditionally before. Put on the streets because they loved the wrong people.

Not that Tony would ever do that. Peter was scared, but he wasn’t stupid. For starters, Peter didn’t even live with Tony anyway. 
Well. He hung out with Tony in his workshop after school more often than not, and occasionally slept there if Aunt May was doing the nightshift, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t deal without it. He’d been fine before Tony came along.

But that wouldn’t even happen. He was making this out to be bigger than it was. Tony was cool. Tony would be fine. And even if he didn’t like it, he knew that New York still needed Peter on side, so he probably wouldn’t take the suit back, or kick him out. 

Probably.


Suddenly, there was a four-beat knock on the door, and Peter practically flew off the couch in his living room from the surprise.

Okay. Okay. Showtime. 

It was going to be fine.

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The Greatest Gift (Alexander x Reader)

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

Warnings: SMUT, angst, swears

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

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

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

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Breakfast (Peter Quill x Reader)

Warnings: fluffy fluffy fluffy. Mentions of sex.
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You woke up in your bed to find that Peter wasn’t there. This wasn’t a shock to you. Honestly, it was more of a shock he spent the night in your room than anything else.

You two had this thing. You were friends, you were partners.. you were the freaking Guardians of the Galaxy. But there was this thing. This unspoken thing.

One night on the ship, you both were stressed. So much was going on, and you both started drinking. The next thing you know, you were kissing. Then, the next thing you know, you were in Peter’s bed.

Afterwards, you immediately freaked out thinking it would be so awkward and weird between you two now. But it wasn’t. It was literally like nothing had happened. And you were so thankful. You thought that would be it. But then, it happened again. And again. And again… Now it was just this thing that happened that you didn’t talk about. And you tried your best not to think about. But most of the time, you did.

Last night was a little different. Peter was being very generous to you in many ways. He had been nicer to you lately. He was never mean, but you felt he was complimenting you more. You noticed that night when he came to your room, he wasn’t focused on his needs. He made it clear he wanted you to feel good. You laid down afterwards and you were so tired. You just shut your eyes, ready for sleep. But you never heard Peter get up. Instead, he moved closer to you which made you open your eyes.

He was staring right at you. “Can I…” he said, trailing off. You looked at him, urging him to go on. “Can I stay tonight?”

You nodded, closing your eyes again. “It’s fine, Peter. I don’t care if you stay.” You say nonchalantly.

You assumed he was just comfortable and that he didn’t want to leave. Plus, it wasn’t that late, so maybe he was worried one of the team would see him leaving your room. But he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

Is Peter Quill cuddling right now? You have to be dreaming.

You just sat there with your eyes open and you knew your heart must be racing. You eventually fell asleep, very confused. But you decided to just go with it.

But now, here you are, in your bed alone and still bare from the night before. You get up and find Peter’s shirt from the night before on the floor. You stare at it a moment before deciding to throw it on. You grab some panties and head out in search of breakfast.

You stop by and press play on Peter’s awesome mix as you head to the kitchen.

The all so familiar beat sounded through the speaker, making you smile. This one was your favorite.

You nodded along and kind of danced your way to the kitchen. The beginning was slow, but the beat had picked up now. “Hell.. hell..” you sang, smiling. “What’s the matter with your mind and your sign and a ohhh..”

You began making some bacon and the song went on finally coming to your favorite part. “Cause you’re fine and you’re mine and you look so divine… come and get your love… come and get your loveee…”

You were really just enjoying this song and really jamming out. You go to check on your bacon, then someone slips their arms around your waist from behind your back, making you instinctively push them off and slam them into the fridge putting your spatula up to their neck. Your eyes soften as you realize who it is.

“Peter?” You ask.

He just starts laughing at you. You shove him and got back to your bacon. He’s still laughing. “What?!” You finally yell.

“What? Nothing,” he says, throwing his hands up in defense. “I was just wondering how you kill someone with a spatula. You gonna flip me with that thing?”

You roll your eyes, but then you realize something. You slam the spatula down and look over to him. “How long were you standing there watching me?”

He smirked. “Long enough. You’re a great dancer.”

You blush and get your bacon out of the skillet, putting it on a plate. You try to focus on the food in front of you instead of looking at Peter.

He comes over behind you and wraps his arms around your waist like before. He sways with you to the music. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “is that my shirt?”

You blush again, knowing he must think that you’re obsessed with him. Or crazy. He’s never going to want to…

Your thoughts were cut off by him turning you the face him. He tips your chin up to make you look at him. “You look beautiful.” He says, barely above a whisper. “Much better in it than I do.”

The song changed. It was now Strange Magic. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you away from the counter. You put one hand on his shoulder and grabbed his other hand. The two of you danced around and he just looked into your eyes. He pulled your hand up and spun you around and pulled you back into him. You literally felt like the breath was kicked out of you as you looked at him.

“And you say you’re not a dancer.” He whispered.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you, Quill.”

He smirked down at you. “With your spatula?” He said.

You pushed him, making him laugh more. You rolled your eyes and pulled out of his arms entirely. You go over and grab your plate of food and go sit at the table. You grab some orange juice and start eating. Peter comes over and sits down next to you. He’s looking on his tablet at the news you assumed.

You finished your breakfast and leaned back in your chair, looking over at Peter. You wondered where he went that morning. You wanted to ask, but you didn’t want to pry. You didn’t want to come off as “that girl”. You know… the clingy ones. The two of you weren’t even a couple. You were just friends… that danced in the kitchen while you have no pants on… that admire each other.. that have sex…

“Where did you run off to this morning?” You blurt out suddenly, surprising yourself and Peter.

He looked a little dumbfounded. Like he wasn’t expecting you to ask. “I just had some things to do around the ship. I got up when I usually do.” He said, simply.

You knew that was true. He was always busy at work.

“So, when are we going to talk about the fact that we’re more than friends?” You ask, wondering to yourself where this is coming from. You never reached out on such a limb before.

He literally spit out his coffee and dropped his tablet on the table, looking over at you. “Are we doing this? Talking about this?”

“Yep.”

“Okay… here we go,” he says. “The night that I kissed you… we both were so stressed out because of the whole Ego situation. It just kind of happened and it was a blur.”

You nod to him, urging him to continue.

“I just wasn’t expecting it to be anything more than two friends who got a little drunk and made a mistake. I wasn’t expecting it to happen again… and again… and ag-”

You reach over and punch his arm. He smirked at you. “You just kept begging for more.” You said.

“Oh, me? I was begging? What about you?” He says. “Oh, Peter! Please, I need you inside of me!” He continued in a high pitch moany voice.

You deadpanned him. “The night in the cockpit.” You said, simply.

He stopped smiling, and just looked over at you. “That’s cold.” He said.

“Y/N, I need you. I need to not think for a few minutes. All I want to think about is us for a few minutes.” You say in a deep voice.

He just looked down and you wondered if you said something that offended him.

“I used you.” He said.

“What?” You say, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I was selfish and used you not to think about my problems.”

“I used you too.” You said. He looked up at you. “I didn’t want to think about my issues either. I loved how I could just lose myself in you.”

You each just stare at each other for a moment. Peter finally gets up and pulls you out of your chair. He looks down at you in an adoring way. You tried to keep your breathing steady. He began to lean in and your heart set on fire. You had kissed plenty of times. But suddenly it felt so different.

His lips brushed against yours and you almost let out a gasp. You reached up and destroyed the small gap between your lips. The kiss was soft, and slow. It wasn’t sexual at all. It was sweet.

He pulled away and let his head rest on your forehead. “This is more than friendship.” He said.

“Yes.” You said.

“This is also… more than just sex.” He said.

This was not something you had imagined hearing. You smiled up at him. “Yes… it is.”