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Looking At You (Post CACW Winteriron)(Part One)

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Prologue
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“Hey, Tony can I–”

“Jesus.” The plate Tony was holding shattered across the kitchen floor when it slipped through his fingers. “Jesus, Steve sorry about that. Sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve said with a frown, and Tony just shook his head.

“It’s fine. Just lost a little in my head is all.” He bent down to start cleaning up the mess.

“Let me hel–”

“I got it.” Tony waved him away. “What can I do for you, Captain?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could take a look at Bucky’s arm? It’s been freezing up or not flexing or something and it’s hurting him quite a bit. I told him you’d be happy to help him with it.”

Happy to help–” Tony cleared his throat. “That’s fine. But I’m busy, so send him to Banner. He’s got access to everything in the lab anyway.”

“I was hoping you would–”

“I’m busy, Steve.” Tony wiped his hands on his pants and raised his eyebrows. “Banner is smarter than me anyway, he will find a fix faster than I can. Sorry, I just can’t right now. Sorry.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll just take him to Banner then.” Steve sent him an odd look, but turned and left anyway, and Tony sank down into a chair, sitting on his hands so it wasn’t quite as obvious they were shaking.
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“Sorry, Clint, uh, you guys, I didn’t realize you were in here.” Tony did an abrupt about face and headed right back out of the room, and Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Tony. It’s not a problem.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” Tony held up his hands peacefully and Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.

“Since when do you care if you are intruding, just come in and sit down. It’s called a common area, Stark.”

“Lay off.” Sam sent her a sharp glance. “You don’t have to say everything like it’s an insult.”

“Excuse me?” Natasha’s voice rose the slightest bit and Tony coughed loudly.

“Hey, it’s all fine. Let’s not fight okay? No worries, no harm no foul. I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s fine. All I needed was my tablet, it’s just there on the end table, I’ll just grab it.”

“Here, Tony.” Sam tossed it to him and Tony caught it, but just barely, bringing it down to his side before anyone noticed the slip.

“Ok. Ok thanks guys. See ya. Sorry again.” He turned and left, trying to slow his breathing down a little.

He hated when they fought.

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Idiot. Stupid.

~Summary: Bellamy gets hurt so you help nurse him back to health and he realizes he likes you

~Warnings: nothing really, a little gross

“What happened?” you asked as you rushed into the drop ship after being told someone got hurt while out on a hunt and since you were the most knowledgeable about medical stuff you were seen as the doctor of the camp and Clarke was seen as your nurse. 

“Bellamy got a really deep cut from a sharp rock when he slipped of a thing of mud and then banged his head against a duller one, and Jonathan also slipped on the mud but isn’t bleeding anywhere.” Clarke said as you pushed your way into the middle of the group the huddled around Bellamy and Jonathan, who were sitting on chairs.

“Did Bellamy pass out at all?” You asked as you ripped a strip of fabric off of the sleeve part of your long sleeved shirt, like you always do when you cant find anything else to wrap a wound with.

“No, I don’t think so.” Clarke said as she looked around the group and no one really knew.

“No, I didn’t. I’m fine, I just need my arm wrapped up and I can do that myself.” Bellamy said, being stubborn like everyone knew he was. When he stood up you pushed him back down by his shoulders.

“I need to clean it out and then you can wrap it. Jonathan you look fine, you probably sprained it, just stay off of the foot and keep it up.” you said as you reached behind them and grabbed a little bit of rubbing alcohol, since you were starting to run low on your supply. With that he got up with the help of a few people and limped back to his tent, the crowd started to thin out, and once most of them were gone you took a seat where Jonathan had been and put the now damp piece of t-shirt on your lap.

“What are you doing?” Bellamy asked as you reached out and grabbed his bicep with your hands, thumbs on either side of his wound. 

“Your skin is warm and puss is starting to form beside it, it means it is starting to get infected, I need to drain the puss. This may hurt a little bit.” You said as you pushed down into the skin and moved your thumbs towards his wound, making the puss drain threw the cut. Bellamy held his breath in pain as you did so, making a tight fist with both hands. Once you had drained it all you wrapped the cloth around his wound and let it soak there for a few minutes as you started to clean up the mess you maid from all the ripped up pieces of shirt you had laying around from collecting the blood and puss.

“Where did you learn to take care of wounds?” Bellamy asked after a few minutes of silence.

“My dad, he was a doctor on the Ark.” you said was you put all the cloth in a pile so you could wash them later.

“Was?” Bellamy asked

“Yeah, he got floated when I got arrested for helping hide me from the cops.” you responded, not wanting to talk anymore about it, Bellamy respected that at least.

“Here.” Bellamy said as you turned around to see him holding out his dirty red shirt, now fully shirt-less. “It’s dirty but it is still in one piece.” he said as he tossed it to you. Your shirt was now a tank top and went up to your hip, right where your jeans ended.

“Wont you need it Mr. Testosterone?” you asked with a cocked eyebrow. He let out a laugh and looked down at the ground and then back up at you.

“I have plenty, take it, I’m trying to be nice.” he said with a smile.

“Well you picked the wrong person to try it with.” You said as you slipped his shirt on over your other one, and then slipped your ripped up one off underneath. Bellamy’s shirt went all the way down to the middle of your thighs and his sleeves went down to your elbows, even though it was a t-shirt.You ripped a nice long piece off of your old shirt and sat next to Bellamy again, taking off the bandage with the alcohol on it. The wound looked better, not great, but better, it wasn’t as puffy, red, or as hot, so it was good enough for a few hours. After you wrapped his arm you stood up from your seat. “Come and find me before you go to sleep, I want to see it again and maybe clean it. I just need to check your head now.” you said as you stood in front of him.

“I think my head is fine.” Bellamy said casually.

“Don’t care.” you said as you leaned down towards his face, making him flinch away. “Oh please, I’m not going to hit you, or kiss you, calm down.” you said grabbing the back of his neck with one hand and covering one of his eyes with another. Once he was still you covered the other eye with your other hand. You took off your hands and saw his pupils dilate. “Well, you don’t have a concussion.” You said, still rather close to him. You didn’t realize that you were still staring into his eyes because you were so focused on his pupils, until Monty walked in, and saw you inches away from Bellamy and freaked out pretty much.

“Oh shit, my bad. I just need to grab something and then I’ll be out. You know what I don’t need it I’ll just leave you guys be. Um, yeah, ok, uh, see ya.” Monty said with his face down at the floor. 

“Monty.” you said laughing, standing back up, amused that he thought you two were actually doing something. Bellamy quickly stood up beside you, feeling tense and awkward.

“Don’t worry, I wont tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.” Monty said as he ran out of the drop ship, not daring to look back.

“How long do you think it will take him to tell someone what he saw?” Bellamy asked.

“Oh he is heading to tell Jasper right now. By the end of today the whole camp will think we’re dating.” You said with a laugh as you bent over and threw your ripped up shirt over your shoulder and started to walk out of the drop ship. “Don’t forget to come and see me tonight!” you called out as you walked out of the drop ship. 

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It had been a week of seeing Bellamy two times - sometimes even three times a day to clean his wound. You had taught him how to do it himself but he said he tried it and it didn’t work out as well as when you do it. So it was the night time check up, they check ups happened in the drop ship unless one of you forgot and had to go find the other, then it happened in one of your tents. Which just so happened to be tonight. You had forgotten so you were just hanging out in your tent with a friend of yours, Max. You two were just laying down beside each other, your head at his feet and his head at your feet, throwing an orange back and forth to each other, who ever dropped it didn’t get to get it. It was mid air, coming towards you, when Bellamy pushed your tent door open and walked in. Making you turn your head and get hit in the nose with the orange.

“Ow.” You said as you sat up, holding your nose. It wasn’t bleeding but it hurt.

“Ha! I get the orange!” Max said as he shot up and grabbed it from where it was rolling around the tent. He was going to just eat it in your tent until Bellamy cleared his throat, giving Max the death glare. “Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.” he said as he got up and left your tent.

“Way to kick my friend out.” You said as you moved over and grabbed a strip of freshly washed t-shirt and dabbed the rubbing alcohol on it as Bellamy sat down across from you, knees toughing each other’s, as he undid the preexisting t-shirt piece. Bellamy didn’t answer back, he just rolled his eyes. When I saw his cut I noticed it was pretty much all done needing to be wrapped up since the scab was now pretty strong. “Good news Bellamy.”

“What?” he asked me as he watched me dab the little amount of robbing alcohol on his sealed wound.

“I think our two-times-a-day visits are done. The wound looks nice and clean and looks like it is healing nicely.” you said as you threw the dirty pieces of t-shirt in a corner of your tent with the rest of the one’s you needed to wash. The only shirt that you had was the one Bellamy gave you a week ago. 

“Oh, okay” Bellamy said, less happy then you thought he would be. You stood up in your small tent and brushed your hands against your jeans when you heard Bellamy talk. “I actually hit my head out on the hunt today, I think I may have passed out.” he said, making up a lie. You rolled your eyes at him as you sat back down and looked at him.

“Fine, I’ll check to make sure you don’t have a concussion from this imaginary fall.” you said as you leaned forward, Bellamy meeting you half way. But when you went up to grab the back of his neck to steady him more he grabbed the back of your neck too and pulled you into a kiss, a hard one. You weren’t sure how to react at this, so you pushed him off of you, harder than you thought you could, only to realize you wished you hadn’t, but it was too late.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” Bellamy said as he started to get up, only for you to stand up too and grab him by the neck again and kiss him, lighter than he did to you. Bellamy kissed back right away, being gentler than before. You pulled away and looked up at him.

“Gentle you idiot.” you said, making Bellamy laugh.

“Whatever you say stupid.” 

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Simon x A/N …No Warnings….Requested? Psh no but I did get the idea from @emily-anna-reinhart ( By the way @emily-anna-reinhart if you read the end that would be amazing thank you!!)

Imagine playing football with Simon and you’re in goal and he’s taking shots. But you keep saving almost all of them and he gets frustrated and upset and he playfully picks you up in frustration and brings you in for a kiss.

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Backstage with Ashton *smut*

Anonymous requested: The first ashton one please!!

Summary: After a show you and Ashton go into the green room and have sex and afterwards he’s really cute to you. 

You were sitting backstage on a couch, in Ashton’s lap. He had his arms securely around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder. Your hand was gently massaging his scalp. You could tell he was tired, as his eyes were closed and he had just spent the night viciously playing the drums.

 Right now you could go for some of that attention.  

“Ew, gross! Take your PDA somewhere else!” a familiar voice called out behind you.

“Shut up, Calum!” Ashton yelled, not opening his eyes. Him, Michael and Luke  walked up to you. Ash opened his eyes, groggily looking up at them.

“What’s up, guys?” you asked, still mindlessly playing with his curls.

“We were going to get some food and we were wondering if you guys wanted to come?” Michael asked.

“No thanks!” you immediately replied, an idea coming to mind. Ash went to say something when you lightly pulled his hair, and he stopped. You smiled, sweetly at the boys.

“Ok, see ya later!” Luke chirped, leaving with the guys.

“What was that for?” Ash asked, looking confused (and adorable). You moved off his lap, kneeling in front of him

“You know, they’ll probably be gone for a couple hours!” you smiled suggestively at him. A not-so-sleepy-anymore grin spread across his face. He looked around, eyeing the greenroom door.

“Come on!” he said, standing up and grabbing your hand. He pulled you, gently, to the room and opened the door.

It was small, not much in it except for a plush couch with two cushions, a coffee table with water and a tall lamp in the corner

“Perfect” his voice dripping with lust. He guided you inside, locking the door behind you. You flicked on the lamp as he turned the light off.

“Guess it’s just us…” you smiled up at him, as he walked over to you.

“What are we going to do, then?” he cupped your face with his big hands.

“I have a few ideas…” you smiled suggestively as he kissed you, backing you up against the wall.

You pulled his ripped tank top over his head, as he un-did your denim shorts, leaving them around your ankles. You kicked them off, along with your shoes. He kicked his shoes off, too, watching you pull off your shirt. He smiled at your new, red, lacy bra. You quickly threw your top somewhere around the room as you un-did his jeans. He pushed them off, throwing them into the growing pile of cloths.

He re-ignited the kiss, un-clasping your bra, throwing it in the pile. His large hands cupped your boobs, squeezing slightly, causing you to groan.

“Shh, baby, there are people around” he whispered into the kiss. This would be fun - not. You hated having to be quiet, so did Ashton.

You shoved his boxers down his legs, his erection hitting his abs. you were about to kneel in front of him, when he grabbed your hips, looking you in the eyes.

“No teasing tonight, Princess” you loved it when he called you that. Smiling, you obliged, however disregarding your panties.

Fully naked, he grabbed your ass. You lifted up your legs, wrapping them around his waist and hooking your feet above his ass. He continued kissing you, as his tip teased your entrance, brushing off your clit. You let out a breathy sigh, grabbing his shoulders. He pushed into you, giving you time to adjust as you both stifled moans. He slowly pulled out, pushing back in again, filling you up. You bit down on his shoulder slightly. He hissed, and you let go.

“Sorry” you let out breathlessly

“Whatever it takes, Princess” he replied, pulling out. He was moving agonisingly slow.

“Ash… faster, God, faster!!” you whispered through gritted teeth.

“As you wish”

He trusted into you again unexpectedly, causing you to gasp, gripping his shoulders tighter. He continued trusting, hitting your g-spot over and over, speeding up. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sensation, silent moans leaving your mouth.

“Babe, I’m gonna c- c-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as the all-too-familiar knot in your stomach began to come undone.

“Let it go, Princess” he said, reassuringly, probably giving you bruises in the morning from where he was gripping your hips. As you came, you saw stars and a feeling of euphoria washed over you. You leaned your head back on the wall as Ash cleaned you up, licking his fingers after roughly massaging your clit. You dug your nails into his back, while the other was twirling some of his curls at the back of his neck.

“B-baby…” he was breathless. You easily pulled him into you using your feet, making sure you felt it in your lower back, letting out a loud sigh of enjoyment.

“I know, Ash. Do it” your head still leaning on the wall, tired from the orgasm that just shook through your body.  You felt him twitch inside you, and he let out a stifled moan as he came in you. He rested his head on your shoulder, his heavy breaths felt warm on your sweaty chest. He pulled out, as you both rode out your highs, your vision still spotty. He wrapped his arms around your torso, lifting his head up. He moved away from the wall, as you let your legs fall in front of his. You let your arms gently rest around his neck, too tired to do anything else. You kissed his neck sweetly, making him smile. He carried you to the couch bridal style and set you down gently.

“Are you Ok?” he asked, pulling a blanket over your naked body. You smiled at his cuteness.

“Perfect!” he giggled, and went to get your cloths, bending down.

He had a nice ass. He came back over and pulled your panties up your legs.

“What a gentleman!” you joked as he giggled his little giggle. He continued helping you get dressed, clasping you bra and pulling your shorts up, kissing every inch of exposed skin as he did so. He pulled your top over your head and pecked your lips.

“My turn!” you smiled as you pulled on your shoes, watching him pull on his boxers. As he attempted to get his jeans on, they got stuck, causing him to fall over. You both exploded into fits of laughter as you went over and helped him. As you tried to pull his shirt on, he began to make-out with you, turning into a heated session quickly. When his hands moved down to grope your ass, you stopped him, smiling as you joked

“You’re not the sore one! We’ll pick this up later” a worried expression appeared on his face.

“I hurt you?”

“No! Not at all! I guess we just went a bit faster than I’m used to, don’t worry, babe!” you kissed his cheek, his smiled returned. He pulled on his shirt as you fixed your hair into a ponytail.

“Wanna join the guys for food now?” he asked, taking your hand.

“Sure!” and you walked out of the greenroom.

 A/N: So, this is my first smut, so sorry if it’s shit!!

Phan Isn’t Real

Author: the-stressmushroom     

Word count: 1.3k

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Sexual Content

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           “Dan, I know your frustrated, but please try and calm down.”  Dan is laying in my arms, nearly in tears as I sit criss-cross-apple-sauce on our sofa.  We just had a meet-and-greet, and at least fifty people asked us about our relationship status.
“I know Phil, but they seem to care more about a fictional relationship then us as people.  I’m just so fed up.”  I hug him and pull him closer.  I understand why he is frustrated, hell, I feel the same way.  I hate when people ask about me and Dan’s relationship because there is no way to answer.  Phan is not real.  Dan and I are best friends and nothing else.  I used to wish when I was younger and more naive that Dan truly did have feelings for me, but I always knew deep down that our bond was, at least to Dan, platonic.  I learned to push those feelings to the back of my mind and focus on how lucky I was just to have him as my friend.  Dan begins to sniffle bellow me, and I look down at his brown locks that are unusually curly.  He clutches at my shirt, trying to suppress his tears.  I stroke his hair softly and begin to hum, trying to soothe him.
“It’s just not fair.”  Dan mumbles, hiccuping out a quiet sob.  I don’t say anything.  What’s not fair?  The fact that you doing this right now is just another reason for me to fall in love with you or the fact that people want to know more about us together than us as independent people.  I sigh and lay back on the sofa, allowing Dan to sprawl out on top of me.  He shifts upwards so his head is no longer on my stomach, but in the crook of my neck, and he weaves his legs with mine, intertwining us.  Dan’s hands move upwards and he holds them close to his body, a gesture that makes him look so young and vulnerable.  My heart simply melts and I bring him impossibly closer to me.  His tears soon stop and our deep breaths soon fall in time with each other, comfortable silence lulling us both to sleep.


           When I wake up, I am alone on the couch.  At some point Dan must have moved to his bedroom.  Figures.  When I sit up, the pain in my neck is immense from laying like a board on the freaking couch.  I groan as I stand, the ache growing, and I stumble to my bedroom.  Once I reach the door, I here the muffled sounds of someone talking inside Dan’s room.  He must be doing a live show.  I tiptoe into my bedroom, and close my door quietly, knowing that people in the live stream would definitely hear a noise any louder than a whisper.  I then jump on my bed and flip open my laptop, pulling up YouNow.  Dan’s broadcast is the number one most popular at the moment, and when his face pops up on my screen he seems distressed.  
“Guys, I know you all want to see Phil, but he is sleeping right now, and I really want to talk to you guys about something I’m doing with BBC.”  I scroll through the responses after Dan’s request, but all of the comments are now filled with Phan.  I sigh, knowing Dan will most likely rant to me about this later.  Then I look at Dan’s face again and my brain does a double-take.  Dan looks as though he is about to cry during a live show, oh no. “Why the fuck are you all so interested in me and Phil’s love life?  Why?”  Dan’s voice is harsh and he speaks through gritted teeth.  “Why do you care if I like Phil or he likes me?”  Dan’s voice begins to raise and I can see his eyes glisten.  “Ya, ok you guys guessed it, I’m gay, but that doesn’t mean Phil is too.”  What?  I feel my heart beat begin to hasten. Dan has never told me he is gay.  Judging by the never-ending stream of commentary flooding in, the fans are just as baffled.  Dan’s cheeks redden and the tears were now flowing.  I need to put a stop to this.  Dan is continuing to babble on and he is getting more and more flustered with each word. I leap from my bed and run to the door, throwing it open and rushing as quickly as possible to Dan’s room.  I can still here him shouting, as I reach for the handle, and as I open the door he makes one final comment.
“IT DOESN”T FUCKING MATTER THAT I LOVE PHIL, OKAY?”
My heart stops, and my face pales.
“Dan?”  My voice is like a whisper.  Dan whips around, slamming his computer shut in the process.  His eyes are red, and his face is just as pale as mine.
“Phil-”

          Dan and I sit in our lounge now, avoiding eye-contact.  We both sip the tea I made, the silence deafening.  
“Dan,” I say finally breaking the tension.
“Yeah Phil?”
“Care to explain what just happened?”  Dan looks down at his tea and sighs.
“Phil, I don’t know.  It all just came flooding out.  I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”
He stops and I nod, urging him to continue.  “I guess, I’ve kind of had a crush on you for a while,” Even though I kind of knew he was going to say this, my breath still hitches in my throat.  “But don’t worry, I won’t bug you about it or anything.  Just forget I ever said anything. Oh god I’m such an idiot and I-”

I stand up, and Dan doesn’t notice as he continues to ramble on.  “I just don’t want our friendship to be ruined and-“  I walk towards him slowly as he is saying this, my heart pounding in my ears, my body out of my own control.  I lean down and kiss him softly on the lips cutting his speech off abruptly.  He looks up at me as I pull back, his eyes wide.  I feel a flush rush to my cheeks.  I can’t believe I just did that, Why did I-.  Dan cuts off my thoughts as he lunges at me.  His hand are on my cheeks and my arms snake around his waste; our lips are slotting together, only separating so that we may breath.  The momentum with which Dan collided with me has sent us tumbling back onto the sofa, but neither of us even register anything beyond the others lips.  I am lost in Dan.  I am lost in the way his mouth feels, in the way his fingers thread through my hair, in the way he groans my name under his breath.  I pull away for a second and look Dan in his beautiful eyes.  
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner.”  I ask, and Dan looks down shyly.
“I didn’t think you felt the same way.”  Dan mumbles and I giggle.
“Is this proof enough?”  I ask him, leaning in closer so our lips almost touch.  Dan doesn’t answer, but instead closes the gap between us once again.  I can’t believe this is happening.  Dan Howell loves me.  “I love you too.” I say under my breath through kisses, and I can feel the smile on Dan’s lips.  Dan Howell loves me.

       “So, I guess the cats out of the bag.”  Dan says into the camera, finishing up the video he was recording to explain the live show.  I smile at him from the door way, and he pats the bed next to him.  I join him, for the first time in the entire video.
“Hey guys, I just want you all to know that Phan was not real.”  I say sternly at the camera.  Dan laughs, throwing his head back, and then scoots closer to me.
“But, It is now.” He whispers, pulling me in for a kiss.  Our lips touch, and the world is perfect.  I melt into his touch and allow myself to sigh at the wonderful feeling of his soft lips on mine. He reaches out, and press the record button on the camera, the little red light fading into oblivion.  “I guess Phan is real.”  I say to Dan, and he laughs again.  
“Yes, I think it is safe to say that it is.”


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Ok you guys want to see emo pics?? Here ya go x)
It started out WAY worse than this, but fortunately Facebook wasn’t a thing then <3 I also had the horrible fringe, but I can’t find pics >___< As you can see, my love for layers and knit scarves has never left me!