she just wants him so badly

I just keep picturing something like this happening. Like Lance is pretty badly hurt and Allura can’t get him into a pod yet, so she has to keep him from passing out…so of course she brings up the one thing he can talk about for hours. Allura listening to Lance speak about Keith with so much love just makes her tear up.

Unappreciated

Note: hi sweetie! i’m sorry this took a while! i hope you like it! i’m sorry it’s long. i love all feedback! feel free to leave a comment! ♥ .c

Request: Hiii :) I really enjoy your writing and I just wanted to ask if you could do a Bucky imagine where he doesn’t notice her and treats her badly, despite the fact that she does so much for him and he takes her for granted and he only realizes how much he needs her when she gets terribly hurt. Thank you so much 💖

Originally posted by buckybass



It all started when the super soldier moved into the tower. You couldn’t help but want to get to know him better, though you’ve heard a lot from people in the city streets and the News. But you knew he was more than a Hydra experiment, a brainwashed man who had no choice in the matter, he needed help and you wanted to make his life all the more better.

You were always extremely nice and it took a lot for someone to bring your spirits down, you wanted to help everyone be happy and be okay. Though you knew people needed time and space, they would always come to you for a shoulder to cry on.

Which is why you ended up being there for Bucky; you knew he needed that. You always welcomed him in the mornings with breakfast and a small note containing an uplifting quote. He wouldn’t say anything, he would just give you a tight lipped smile and shut his door in your face. You would shrug it off and tell yourself he wasn’t a morning person.


You were in the kitchen, bright and early, getting Bucky’s breakfast ready. It was nearing 8am and he usually gets up at this time, so you were hoping to get everything done on time. You decided to go with bacon, eggs, grits, and toast. You heard footsteps approaching as you were flipping over the fried eggs, having finished with the grits and bacon already.

You turned with a smile to see Steve and Sam groggily walking in, their pajamas wrinkled and their hair all crazy. “You still make Barnes breakfast?” Sam asked through a rather long yawn. You giggled and nodded. “Yeah, of course!” You said with a chipper attitude. Steve shoved his muscular body onto a stool at the kitchen island, resting his head on his hand.

You turned back to the food and finally got everything ready on a plate and a tray. “Y/N, you’ve done this for like 5 months.” Steve commented as you started to write down an uplifting quote. You shrugged and set the corner of the note under his cup of black coffee. “So?” You asked with a small smile. Steve sighed and shook his head.

Without another word, you slipped off your apron and headed to the elevator, humming as you made your way to Bucky’s room. You walked down the hallway and suddenly Bucky’s door opened, his body leaning against the door frame. You smiled and wiggled your finger at Bucky as he met your eyes. “Hey, Bucky! How’d you sleep?” You asked, walking over to him.

Bucky looked at the tray and nodded. “Fine. This all?” Bucky asked, pointing at the tray. It was a good bit of food you thought. “Oh, did-did you need more?” You asked, your eyebrows raised. Bucky’s eyes lingered on your face before he took the tray from you. “No, this is fine. See ya!” Bucky said before walking back into his room, leaving his door slightly cracked.

You bit your lip as you tapped your fingers against your thighs, slightly peeking into his room. He sat down at his desk and picked up the note you left. “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. Ernest Hemingway.” Bucky mumbled. You smiled but it slightly faltered as you watched him scoff and crumble the note, throwing it away.

You sighed and walked away with a shrug, leaving Bucky to enjoy his meal.


You were in the laundry room now, having picked up Bucky’s basket of clean clothes. You picked up on doing his laundry after helping him clean up after a mission. He didn’t seem to mind, so you continued doing it. You tossed his clothes in the basket so you could fold them in his room.

With a smile, you skipped out of the room and bumped into the man himself. “Oof!” You huffed, stumbling back, thankfully having a good grip on the basket. Bucky caught your arm before you could fall and you giggled. “Sorry! I didn’t see you coming.” You said, a light blush dusting your cheeks. Bucky cleared his throat and looked down at the basket. “It’s all good. These done?” Bucky asked with a dull tone.

You nodded energetically. “Yep! I can fold them if you want.” You offered with a smile. Bucky shook his head. “I got it this time.” Bucky said as he took the basket from your hands. He turned and left, stalking off down the hallway. You watched after him, seeing his tense back muscles. Following after him, you rounded the corner just fast enough to run into the elevator.

Bucky moved a little away from you as if to give you more space. You smiled up at him. “I couldn’t help but notice you look a little tense.” You said softly, stepping towards Bucky. He looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “And?” He snapped, taking you aback. “Oh, um, well, I was just going to offer a back massage.” You said a little softer now.

And that’s how you ended up sitting butt on butt on top of Bucky, your hands digging into his back muscles. Groan after groan fell from his lips and you smiled. “Feeling better?” You asked, circling your thumbs into a tight knot just below his shoulder blade. Bucky made a grunting noise in response.

You continued for a few more minutes and rubbed in some soothing essential oils into his skin before climbing off of him. He sat up and stretched. “That was amazing, wow.” Bucky said, a small smile spreading on his lips. You capped your oils and smiled. “I’ll see you around.” Bucky said as he slipped his shirt back on.

You watched him leave his bedroom and you stood there awkwardly. Bucky never thanked you for things like this and it was starting to get to you. You do this to make him feel better and it clearly does that for him, but he never shows gratitude. Bucky just leaves and comes back for this special treatment.

A sigh fell from your lips and small hint of sadness started to hit you. You shook it off with a smile and left Bucky’s room to do some other things on your to-do list.


A few days had passed and you still do the same things for Bucky. You recently started to comfort him during the night when he has nightmares. It was hard to see him writhing around, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for his life. You couldn’t help but…help him.

You rushed into Bucky’s room and saw his large body squirming around, broken screams and strangled cries coming from his mouth. It broke your heart to see him like this. You knelt on his bed and rested your hand on his shoulder. His skin was burning and sweaty as he thrashed around. “Bucky, it’s okay. Please, wake up!” You said softly, brushing his hair off of his sticky forehead.

It took a little coaxing but he shot up, almost knocking his head against yours. Bucky breathed heavily, his eyes searching for the danger he thought he was in. After seeing he was safe, he looked at you. Before you could ask if he was alright, he pulled you into his body. “Shh, you’re okay.” You whispered as he cried into your shoulder.

Bucky held onto you and you rubbed his head, your arms wrapped around him. “I promise you’re safe, Bucky.” You whispered soothingly. He hesitantly nodded and sighed into you. His arms held you closer as he continued to calm down. “That’s it.” You softly praised Bucky, his hands releasing their tight hold on your shirt.

You held him close and whispered soothing things in his ear, gently stroking his hair. Bucky clung to you, his breathing coming to a smooth rhythm. “Please, stay.” You barely heard Bucky mumble, his face nuzzled into your chest. “I will.” You whispered back, holding him tightly as you both fell asleep.


Bucky woke up with you draped across his chest, your breathing steady and soft, the little air coming from your nose tickling his skin. His heart fluttered as he stared at your face, peacefulness resting on your features. Bucky reached his hand to your face, outlining the curve of your jaw. The twitch of your lips made him feel something he’s never felt before. And boy did it scare him.

Bucky suddenly pulled out of your hold and stood out of his bed quickly, startling you out of your sleep. You groaned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up in Bucky’s bed. “Bucky?” You asked, yawning into your hand. “Get out.” Bucky rasped, slipping on a clean shirt. His previous shirt was discarded on his floor from his body sweating him out.

You looked at him, concern all over your face. “What?” You questioned, moving his blankets off of you. Bucky was breathing heavily and he turned to you. “Why do you help me? Why do you do things for me?” Bucky asked, raking his hand through his hair. You smiled a little. “I just want you to-” “-to be happy? To get better?” Bucky finished your sentence. He scoffed and shook his head.

You stood to your feet and walked over to Bucky slowly. You reached out to hold his arm but he jerked it away, his eyes looking into yours. “Y/N, stop! Just go! I don’t need you!” Bucky yelled at your face, causing you to flinch. The wave of sadness hit you again, twice as much this time. You frowned and retracted your outreached hand, your fingers trembling.

Bucky turned his back to you and you backed away from him, leaving his room. What was wrong with him? What did you do? You thought helping him and showing kindness towards him would get him to open up to you. You didn’t know it was making things worse. He never thanked you for anything and you let it go, excusing his ungratefulness as just having a wall built up.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and went your room, locking yourself in there to get ready for the day. You sat on your balcony a little while later and looked out at the cloudy sky. The city below was busy as ever and you usually felt happy watching the people far below, but now, you didn’t feel it.

Your lip quivered the longer you thought about this morning. You just wanted to help him and make him look forward to something nice in the mornings and during the day. The quotes were to help him realize he’s not as weak and broken as he thinks.

A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts and you sighed, waking into your bedroom. You opened your door and saw Steve standing there in his suit. “Hey-wait, what’s wrong?” Steve asked quickly, seeing your watery eyes. You’ve never cried in front of the team, and you never did at all, really. It took a lot for you to get like this and Bucky did it so easily.

Steve stuck his shield to his back and held your shoulders. “Y/N, talk to me.” Steve pleaded, his blue eyes searching yours. You took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. “Bucky, he-he just got angry this morning. I-I heard him having a nightmare last night so I did what I do best and helped him. He shot out of bed and yelled for me to get out.” You explained, holding in the sob  that wanted to desperately escape.

You sniffled and Steve bent to give you a tight hug. “You’ve done so much for him, Y/N. He still needs time.“ Steve said quietly. You nodded, your arms around his neck. “He’s never shown any gratitude. I figured he just needed that shell to break.” You said, your voice shaking. Steve sighed and pulled away from you. “I’ll talk to him.” Steve said as his frown deepened.

You shook your head quickly, “No, don’t worry about it.” You sniffled again. “Is there a mission?” You asked as your eyes fell to his suit again. Steve slapped his hand against his forehead. “Shoot! Yeah, I need you for guard duty. Nat is coming along to gather information.” Steve explained as you listened closely.

After suiting up and pushing your thoughts about Bucky aside, you walked out of your room and gathered around the team in the common room.

“This should be really easy, you know what to do.” Tony said, speaking to Steve. The others wished you good luck, all except Bucky. He was off to the side, arms crossed and brows creased. He looked troubled, almost like he wanted to say something. You glanced over at him and his eyes met yours, only to flicker away.

You sighed and Nat walked over to you, linking her arm with yours. “Steve told me what happened. I need you to focus, okay?” Nat whispered, her eyes soft. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I know.” You said softly.

Steve finished talking with Tony and you all set out on the mission. It took about 4 hours to get there and you had to walk down a wooded trail to get to the base. You were crouched down with Steve and Nat, guns aimed with silencers. “Ready.” Steve said, cocking his gun. You all had to take out the guards out front, so you readied your gun and aimed for any guard you laid eyes on.

You took them down in record time and slowly made your way to the base. Steve kicked in the door and you shot down a guard inside, watching his body instantly fall to the ground. “Okay, Nat you know what to do. I’m right beside you.“ Steve said, leaving you outside to keep watch.

You looked around, keeping your eyes focused and your gun ready. You could hear Steve and Natasha fighting throughout the base in your comm, grunts and hits coming from them. Still looking around the area, you noticed a small movement in the woods in front of you. Your heart jumped in your chest as you slowly held your gun up, scanning the area.

Steve grunted into your comm and you heard Nat yelling curse words. “Y/N! We need you in here!” Steve yelled, his shielding ricocheting off a wall, hitting a guard. Before you replied, you quickly scanned the area once more, hoping it was just an animal you saw rustling in the woods. “I’m coming.” You responded, retreating backwards and turning into the building.

As you walked down the hallways that was covered with dead bodies, you listened for your teammates. “Where are you guys?” You asked, stopping as you approached another hallway. “Take the stairs,we’re on the second floor,” Steve grunted loudly, “There’s a lot more guards than we thought!” Steve called out, gunshots ringing through your comm.

You quickly ran to the door that held the staircase behind it and made your way up, hoping you got there in time. You could hear Steve and Natasha yelling, their weapons going off. “Guys, I’m almost there!” You yelled, keeping a tight grip on your gun. You finally reached the top of the stairs and rounded to the second floor.

You immediately started shooting at any enemy you laid your eyes on. Steve was going to hand to hand with a guard, his shield stuck in the concrete wall. You quickly glanced at Natasha after shooting two more guards down. She used her signature move on one guard and round house kicked another, knocking them both out cold.

A guard to your left aimed his gun at you and you were able to shoot him first, the bullet piercing through his chest. “Nice!” Steve yelled, a smile on his face. He twisted the guards neck and sighed out, pulling his shield from the wall. Natasha finished off the guards around her and you looked around, seeing all of the lifeless bodies.

You wiped your brow and took a deep breath. “Okay, now that that’s over, there should be a vault in the room.” Natasha said, her boots clicking as she walked towards the door, moving around the bodies. 

Steve didn’t lie when he said there were a lot more than they thought. Nat kicked open the door, holding her gun up. “All clear.” She said into her comm. Steve joined her in the room, helping her open the safe.

Putting your gun in your holster, you crossed your arms, waiting for Steve and Nat to finish. A deep chuckle came from behind you, making your heart jump. You whipped around just in time to feel a bullet pierce through your abdomen. You gasped, looking down at the blood starting to pour out of you. “Y/N!” You heard Steve and Nat yell, Steve taking the guard down.

You fell to your knees and the two rushed over to you, Steve grasping hold of your body before you fell onto the floor. “Shit!” Nat yelled, holstering her gun. 

You were breathing heavily, though every breath you took made your body ache and the pain worsen. “St-Steve.” You winced, squeezing your eyes shut. Applying pressure to your wound, Steve rushed you out of the room.

Steve was yelling at Nat to call Bruce, to tell him you need him as soon as you land. “Y/N, you have to stay awake!” Steve yelled, shaking you lightly enough to make your eyes peel open. You felt Nat’s hand putting more pressure on your wound and looked down, your bodysuit a dark color from the blood. The pain was unbearable, the last thing you heard was Nat and Steve calling your name.


The jet landed and Steve carried you out, meeting Bruce on the roof with a gurney. “She-Bruce, please.” Steve sobbed as he looked down at your pale face. You looked lifeless, just like the enemies you had taken out. “I’ll take care of her.” Bruce assured Steve, quickly rolling your body away.

Nat took a deep breath as they walked into the elevator after Bruce had wheeled you inside and took it down to the medic room. “She can’t die.” Steve’s body shook with another sob and Nat looked up at him, her own eyes threatening to spill with tears. “She won’t. Not Y/N.” Nat whispered, scared her voice would break her tough facade.

The two walked into the common room and met with the others. “Hey! You’re back!” Sam cheered but stopped when he looked at Steve and Nat’s faces. “What happened?” Tony asked, taking his glasses off. “Who’s blood is that?” Clint asked, causing Steve and Nat to look at your blood on their hands. Wanda stepped forward. “Where’s Y/N?” She asked nervously. Bucky entered the room and noticed how quiet it was. “What, did someone die or something?” He asked jokingly.

Bucky looked at Steve, his smile dropping. Bucky took in everyone’s scared expressions. He looked around for you, but he knew something was wrong when he didn’t see your bright and beautiful smile greeting him like you always did. 

“Wait, where’s Y/N?” Bucky asked, feeling his heart starting to beat fast. Steve shook his head and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Steve looked at his bloody hands again and his lip trembled. Bucky gasped, his eyes falling to Steve’s hands. “No. She’s-Steve, don’t do that to me.” Bucky said, shaking his head, his knees feeling weak.

Nat walked over to Bucky and looked at him sadly. “Bucky, she got shot. Bruce is taking care of her now.” Nat explained as best she could, her voice shaking. Bucky noticed the blood on her hands too as tears filled his eyes. “If this is-is some sort of sick joke.“ Bucky choked out, a lump forming in his throat.

Steve sniffled and shook his head. “Buck, it’s not.” Steve said, looking at Bucky as flashbacks played throughout his mind. “Stop! She can’t-FUCK!” Bucky yelled in the all too quiet room. Bucky rushed out, walking straight towards the elevator. All he could think about was you, the whole time you were gone, Bucky thought of how badly he had treated you.

He knew he took you for granted, he didn’t realize how much you did for him until you left his room after he made you leave. He never knew how much you actually meant to him. Bucky wanted to apologize and tell you how he felt when he woke up next to you and he hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

The elevator stopped and Bucky ran out, his feet carrying him down the hallway. He could hear a heart monitor going off and he ran up to the large window, seeing Bruce stitching you up. There was blood all over his gloves and a bit around your stitches. Bloody tissues filled the small trashcan beside Bruce’s feet and it made Bucky’s heart clench.

Your body was pale and it scared Bucky. It scared him because he realized he did need you. You tried so hard to make Bucky feel something, feel happy, feel better, feel…loved. Bucky’s tears fell, his chest rising up and down heavily and fast as he watched Bruce finish up.

Bucky knew you’d be okay now, but he just couldn’t help but feel like the biggest piece of crap because of how he made you feel before you left. He realized his mistake and he desperately wanted to make it better.

Bruce turned to see Bucky looking through the glass window and waved him to come inside. Bucky took a deep breath after wiping his tears away. He took slow steps, afraid his presence alone would cause more damage. Bruce watched closely as Bucky walked toward your body. His eyes took in your current state and he felt even more guilty.

Bruce was writing down information on his clipboard and he sighed softly. “She should be awake soon. The medicine I gave her wears off in just enough time.” Bruce told Bucky, watching him grasp your hand gently. Bucky nodded slowly, his eyes on your closed ones. He reached up to your face, his finger caressing along your jawline like he did this morning.

Deciding to give you two a bit of privacy, Bruce quietly exited the room and left to notify the others on how you’re doing. Bucky took a shaky breath before speaking. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Bucky whispered, his eyes filling with tears again. “I was so horrible to you.” He choked out.

He saw your eyelids flutter before slowly starting to open. His heart skipped in his chest and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “That’s it, Doll. Come back to me, please.” Bucky whispered. You squinted your eyes a tad at the bright lights and Bucky moved closer, blocking it for you.

You groaned and tried to sit up, not aware of the stitches in your abdomen. Bucky held you down gently. “Y/N, don’t move.” He spoke softly. You relaxed again and licked your dry lips. You sighed and looked up at Bucky. “Why are you here?” You asked rather coldly, not meaning to, though you didn’t apologize. 

Bucky sighed and frowned at your sourness towards him. He was used to you being sweet, but he reckoned he ruined that for good. “I know you might hate me now, but I realized something after, you know..” Bucky trailed off, staring down at you. Your heart sank as you took in his watery and puffy eyes. He had been crying and it was probably because of you.

You watched Bucky’s lip tremble and you reached your hand up to hold his that was still resting on your cheek. “I’m sorry I never appreciated you.” Bucky said, his words holding more than he led on. You knew what he meant and you nodded gently. “I’m sorry if I was too much. I won’t do it anymore.” You whispered, letting your hand fall from Bucky’s.

Bucky nodded gently. “I don’t mind if you don’t want to do things for me anymore. But I do want you to keep trying with me. Y/N, I-I need you.” Bucky said, a sob wracking through his body. Your eyes lifted to Bucky’s and you furrowed your eyebrows. “You what?” You asked, not believing what Bucky just said.

Your heart started racing as Bucky bent down, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours. You gasped before kissing him back, your hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head. Your heart monitor started beeping faster and Bucky pulled away, a smile on his face. “I said I need you. I was wrong before, so so wrong.” Bucky whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

A smile formed on your lips in return and you giggled. “I’ll always be here, Bucky.” You said, your hand resting on his cheek. Bucky sniffled and kissed your forehead. “I want to take care of you until you get better.” Bucky said, raising up so he could look at your bandage. You gently sighed and frowned. “But I-” Bucky shushed you. “Y/N, you’ve done so much for me.” Bucky said, holding onto your hand.

You nodded and smiled at Bucky, your happiness fluttering back into your chest.

Note: TBH I THINK THIS SUCKS BUT YET I THINK IT’S REALLY CUTE .c

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After Party | NSFW

Summary: After Tom’s win at the award show, you decide to surprise him with some fun in the hotel room.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: Smut, cursing, NSFW

Word Count: 1,544

A/N: NSFW! Only read if you’re 18+! This is my first time writing something like this, so be nice. I’m also not experienced at all, so please no hard critics or anything. I am terrified to post this in the first place. Just no negative words, please.


You were excited for your boyfriend, Tom, who just won the BAFTA Rising Star award. You recalled the long days of just sitting at a computer for a few hours to vote for him over and over. He wanted this award so badly. You couldn’t help but smile as he accepted his award on stage. You looked over to your right and saw his mom beaming with joy as she admired her son from afar.

You knew that at the end of the night there was going to be a lot of press interviews and the after party. However, after parties weren’t your thing and you knew that Tom’s mom and Harrison would be there to watch out for him as he would drink the night away. When Tom was done with the press interviews, he returned to his seat next to you with his award. You immediately kissed him on his lips and congratulated him on his win. He passed the award to you and you looked at it with his name freshly engraved at the bottom.

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2nd redraw is finished!

Personal Thoughts: One of the best Starco moments. EVER. I mean, think about it. Star really didn’t want to leave Marco, so she cast one last spell and something beautiful came out of it. The fact that she wanted to stay with him SO badly, that she was probably thinking “I have to give everything I’ve got. I can’t lose Marco… I won’t let this happen… I’ll do whatever it takes to stay here with him.” just makes me bubbly on the inside and gives me hope that they WILL BE CANON.

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And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?” She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.” Color rose to his cheeks. “I was unforgiveably rude to you in the yard. You must forgive me.” “Must?” She tossed her hair, took a sip of wine, made him wait. “How can you forgive someone who is unforgiveably rude? Will you explain that to me, ser?” Ser Harrold looked confused. “Please. One dance.”.

Kids in Love (Valentine’s Special)

Request: Can you do somethin’ somethin’ cute for valentines day?

Word count: 2,890

Kids in Love (Valentine’s special)

Shawn unlocked the front door to their house and made his way into the hall. He was humming a joyful melody, nodding his head along to the music in his headphones, blasting on the highest level.

She never really understood, how he could stand the noise being that abnormally loud.

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Beast Inside (Draco Malfoy x reader smut)

Y/N Y/L/N was a classy, polite, keep-my-head-high type of girl.

Draco Malfoy was a rude, I’m-too-rich-and-powerful-for-you bad boy.

He teased her a lot, just like he did with everybody else, but with her, it was different. He was intrigued by her good girl outlook. She never once insulted him or anyone, nor cuss, nor did anything wild and reckless. He wanted so badly to break her shell and see what’s really inside this elegant Barbie Doll. She was too innocent, he just wanted to fuck her senseless, leaving her begging for more.

And the Malfoys always gets what they want… Almost.

“Heading to the library again, Y/L/N?” Draco laughed, blocking her way. Y/N tried to ignore him, but he knocked all her books down.
“Oi! I’m talking to you little miss!” He tugged her arm roughly.

Suddenly, his back crashed against the wall, his hands pinned to his sides. An angry, furious, Y/N stood in front of him.
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE BASTARD!”

Draco was speechless. He stared straight at her, shocked. But he couldn’t deny it… She was hot. Her brows furrowed, her red cheeks and the flames in her eyes… Wow.

Suddenly, she crashed her lips onto his. He kissed back with just as much hunger. He dragged her into a random classroom and locked the door. This time, he pressed her back to the wall, sucking and biting on her swollen lips. He moved to her jaw, then her neck, leaving dark purple spots.
Y/N was definitely full of surprises. She pushed him hard as he landed on the professor’s table and quickly ripped open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere as she took her turn to kiss his chest. Her slender fingers caressed each and every abs on his stomach as she bit his earlobe.

They were rough. Animalistic, even.

Their clothes were quickly thrown on the floor. Draco growled at the sight of her naked. He needed her, so bloody much. His fingers quickly made their way to her vagina. He pushed one in and thrusted roughly. “Urgh…F-fuck… Draco..” He felt himself getting harder and harder by the second just by the sound of her moans. He added another one, curling and twisting it, and this time, he attached his tongue to her sex, sucking her hard.

Y/N ’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she approached her orgasm. She loved the way his hands roamed her curves, the way his soft lips cherished her body. His skilled fingers and tongue rocked her body in a way nobody could ever do.
And the fact that they were mad at each other made it so much better.

Suddenly, he stopped. He lifted his head and grinned mischievously at her.
“Can’t let you have all the fun, darling.”

Y/N sat up and straddled the boy. Draco’s eyes widened in shock….. Once again. She lowered herself on him, moaning as his dick filled her in completely. She started to roll her hips, her hands resting on his chest and his on her bum.
He groaned loudly and smacked her butt cheeks. Hard. She screeched in surprised but started bouncing on top of him. Draco sat up, biting her shoulder and spanked her again, his handprint visible on her bum. He sucked on her erected nipples as he thrusted upwards, repeatedly hitting her g-spot.
“Touch yourself for me, baby girl.”

She whimpered and her hand reached down to her pussy. She rubbed herself as his eyes traveled her movements with desire.

Her orgasm came quick. She screamed his name as she came, her juice covering his cock. Draco couldn’t take it anymore. Her being hot and sweaty, straddling his lap as she bounced on top of him was too much. “Y-Y/N!” He shot his cum inside her.

Slowly, they rode out of their high. He gently pulled out of her and his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
“That… Was amazing….” She whispered.
Draco smiled and kissed her forehead. He definitely loved this side of her.

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for @alrightpotter who didn’t expect this but got it anyway


“Objection! The witness just perjured himself.”

Lily wanted to hit him so badly she physically had to hold herself back from doing so. “Judge, the witness is stating his name, I don’t understand how that is willingly perpetrating a lie in this court.”

Potter, already standing, smirked at the jury like they were his friends. A majority smiled back. “It says on the witness statement here” at this he waved the bit of paper at the jury, like they already didn’t have a copy, “that the witnesses name is ‘Peter Adam Pettigrew’ and not ‘Peter Pettigrew’ like the witness just claimed. Presumably the witness knows his own name, and this is clear grounds for expulsion.”

“Judge he clearly misspoke-“

“Oh so now you’re assuming on behalf of the witness, forgive me, Miss Evans but I thought you were representing the crown and not Mr Pettigrew’s interests-“

“The job of a lawyer is to respond to objections Mr Potter, and you’d know that if you ever paid attention-“

“Objection!” Potter called again, pointing at her like a child, “Miss Evans just questioned my credentials-“

Lily gripped the pen she was holding so hard she snapped it. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I miss the part where I questioned you were a lawyer? Was I not present in the event of that coming out of my actual mout-“

 

“Counselors!” Lupin didn’t even bang his gavel, “Mr Potter will you please sit down, it is not necessary for you to stand up every time you say something. Miss Evans, would you care to face your witness? The court does not have this sort of time for you two to dispute over every point. Mr Potter your objection is overruled.

Potter collapsed back into his chair, still staring at her, eyebrows slightly raised. Next to him Black, leaning on the back legs of his chair and with a wonky tie, was grinning, as if he wasn’t on trial for embezzlement and fraud and god knows what else. Potter was still staring at her like a dare, like he was waiting to go in again, and she wanted to hit something.

She turned back around. “Mr Pettigrew if you could state your age for the court.”

“Uh.” Pettigrew was sweating, face glossy, and leaned in to close to the microphone. “twenty-one.”

“Objection! The witness is actually twenty-one and seventy-two days and has failed to make this clear to the court.”

Lily felt all blood rush to her head, because it was month three of this bullshit, and it was to fucking hot, and there was ink on her pants, and he was so clearly trying to put on a show to entertain the jury, and it was so clearly working. “How would anyone be expected to know-“

“I know my exact age is twenty-three years and one hundred and eleven days so it’s not my fault Miss Evans that you don’t keep up to date with your personal-“

“Not all of us have so much time on our hands Potter you fucking assh-

 

“Oh I make time so don’t blame me-“

 

“Fucking God you’re being ridicul-“

 

“Mr Potter! Miss Evans!” and suddenly, Lily was aware of Lupin yelling, and that Potter had gotten up from his desk, and they were inches from each other, and that the jury had seen all of it. Good god, he was close, she could see each of his eyelashes. There was a slight scar across his left cheekbone.

“This is a courtroom!” dimly, Lupin was yelling, but it was as if she was hearing it underwater, and she was looking at Potter, and he was looking at her, and she fucking hated him. He knew exactly how old Pettigrew was down to the day. Probably because he knew Pettigrew’s birthday. He probably knew a lot of things about Pettigrew she didn’t. That’s what comes with being best mates with someone since you were eleven.

Sirius didn’t do it you know. He’d said that day in the woman’s bathroom, and she’d jumped and sworn and flicked sink water at him. He really didn’t. He’s being framed.

He’s your client. She’d said, washing her hands and looking at him though the mirror, that’s what you’re supposed to say.

Trust me, if Sirius wanted to commit embezzlement he wouldn’t get caught. He’d responded, leaning against the door, hair just touching the frame, arms folded.

He’s your best friend. She’d said, simply, You’re defending him pro-bono. You’re supposed to think he’s innocent.

 

She was thinking of how he’d said nothing, how she’d turned around and he was gone, like a dream or a ghost. Later, when he never mentioned it in court or the halls or the office where they both argued about who could use the printer, she wondered if she dreamt it. Him, the bathroom, how he’d looked at her. Almost sadly. Like he knew something she didn’t. Like he wished she knew it to.

And now of course, standing there, getting a lecture on court behavior from an exasperated Lupin, she couldn’t help but look at him again. Thinking of Black’s wonky tie and Pettigrew sweating buckets on the stand and the five-thousand dollar suit he was wearing, despite claiming to be on benefits.

Lupin was still tlking anf-for once- Potter was completely silent. Lily couldn’t stop thinking about any of it, the case, the shady camera footage, how Pettigrew said his story the same way every time like he practiced it. And oh God, Potter’s face when he’d said He didn’t do it, you know. Like he really did know. Like he had never known anything so certainly in his life. And Oh God, it was times like this, and at four in the morning when she was lying awake, where she believed him. It was times like this when she was almost sure that she was making a terrible, terrible mistake.

AoEx Cast Reacts to Their S/O Being a Demon! 


Rin! 

  • doesn’t mind
  • why would he?
  • son of Satan - remember?
  • is happy that you felt like you could confess that to him tho 
  • he knows how hard it is to have to keep it a secret - but want so badly to tell someone

Shiemi!

  • Shiemi.exe has stopped responding
  • removes herself from you for just a little while
  • a couple of days so she could think over everything
  • and she realizes she’s being silly 
  • she comes back to you and apologizes for being away for so long 
  • and she explains that how she feels about you can’t be changed because she found out what you are

Yukio!

  • hates everything
  • himself
  • demons
  • you..?
  • to be honest he’s just a drama queen
  • but he doesn’t have the balls to dump you
  • so he completely removes himself from you 
  • becomes distant and stops spending time with you 
  • stops coming around you 
  • stops talking to you 
  • everyone yells at him about it - but they cant change his mind

Bon!

  • can’t believe it
  • closes his eyes for a minute 
  • just thinking and breathing 
  • before he opens them again and sighs softly 
  • so long as you told him - he’s fine with it 
  • he doesn’t want to break up - cause you proved to him that you trust him - and that makes him trust you even more 

Shima!

  • can’t fuckin believe it
  • but it’d be too much of a hassle to avoid you 
  • and why would he break up with you??
  • thats also a huge hassle
  • so he figures why not 
  • he knows you care about him - he knows you’re not gonna hurt him 
  • so its chill

Konekomaru!

  • faints probably 
  • when he comes to he’s yelling and won’t let you near him
  • its really dramatic 
  • he said a lot of hurtful things 
  • and he said ya’ll were done
  • and afterwards if ya’ll are in class together or whatever - he won’t even look at you 

Izumo!

  • shrugs it off
  • you’ve never hurt her or her friends so 
  • she doesn’t think of you any differently 
  • she’s glad you could tell her tho 

Context: this is after Naruto badly injured his hand with his rasen-shuriken. Sakura offers to feed him, but before she can, Sai grabs his chopsticks, then Kakashi shows up and then this happens. Just look how gleeful he is. He’s been waiting for this opportunity for so long.

Actual mama bird Kakashi confirmed.

after

“I want to go,” Will says. His jaw is set, and he looks at once far younger and far older than his true age. His stubbornness reminds Mulder of when he was a little boy, insisting that ice cream wasn’t only for dessert; the steel in his eyes is that of a grown man. Mulder had wanted so badly to protect that little boy, to ensure that he would never have to face the horrors his parents had; of course he’s failed.

Scully crosses her arms. “You can go.” She lets her glance flit over to Mulder, just for a split second, as though daring him to argue. He doesn’t. She adds, “But you have to keep up, and you have to stay quiet.”

“I can do that.”

“Then it’s settled. You have to take responsibility for your stuff, if you’re going. Check the skis. Make sure you have everything you’ll need in your backpack in case you get stranded or something breaks.” Will raises his eyebrows at this, but his mother just shrugs. “If you want to be treated like an adult, Will, you’ll need to act like one.”

Silently their son retreats to the shed, and Scully to the living room. Mulder follows her.

“This is a bad idea,” he says to the back of her head. The sun is just coming up over the horizon and the light turns her hair red, the color it used to be.

She turns on him and the illusion is gone. “We need to prepare him for what’s out there,” she says. “If, God forbid, he ever needs to survive out there on his own—“

“That’s not going to happen,” Mulder interrupts.

“I hope not. But hope hasn’t gotten us anywhere.”

That silences him.

“If something happens to us, it’s better for him to know what it’s like. If he knows how to get to town, he can go for help if he needs to, or join another family there.” She takes his hands, runs her thumbs along his palms. “He’ll be safe with Skinner. As safe as he is anywhere.”

“You still think they want Will.”

“I can’t explain what happened the other night. And until we know–” She bites her lip. “That’s what I’m assuming.”

“They called you, too.” And Mulder has barely slept since. Standing guard on the basement stairs, watching for any sign of movement. He will not let something like that happen again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says quietly.

Mulder looks at her. “It’s dangerous.”

“Everything we do is dangerous.” The skin under her eyes looks bruised. She licks her lips and turns her eyes to the ground. “We can’t protect him, Mulder. I — I don’t know how to protect him.”

“So you’re throwing him in the deep end.”

She shrugs. “How else will we find out if he can swim?”

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“One of my favourite scenes, which is a perfect example of what [director] Jeff [Nichols] does so masterfully, is when Richard and Mildred come back to Virginia. They’re not saying a word and Mildred just takes a moment to feel the sun. In that moment, without any dialogue, you not only sense what coming home means to her — you also feel it. You feel the temperature, you feel the light, you can smell. It’s like adding another dimension to watching a movie.”

“And it’s not just that, you see him looking at her. And the tiniest bit of a smile breaks through his reserve, because he’s given her what she’s wanted so badly. And then he looks up the road, where all the bad things may come from, and he feels the anxiety again. And all of that happens in a few seconds of screen time.”

–  “Loving” producer Colin Firth describing his favourite moment in the film 

should you fight this flashfamily member?
  • jay garrick: he fought the nazis. he's taught every single flash there is. do you want to hurt really really badly? if so, go ahead.
  • barry allen: aw why would you fight barry allen? he's just trying his best. sure he's a little mopey but he just wants to do his best. leave him alone.
  • wally west: fight this weasley reject pile of poop. do it. fight him. kick his nerd ass. he doesn't even have a job. god.
  • jesse quick: really? she has super speed, super strength, and runs her own company. go ahead and fight her if you want to know what a truck coming at you at like 90000 mph looks like.
  • max mercury: do you even know how old he is? the shit he's seen? he raised impulse. do you wanna mess with that?
  • bart allen: you soulless animal. you raging hell beast. he's actually like 5 years old. why would you fight this precious cinnamon bun? has he not been through enough? fight to protect him maybe. speaking of protecting him: remember inertia? remember what happened to him? he's also got like 2 kickass, age hardened dads. basically don't fight bart allen, you baby killer.
  • irey west: she's like 10. don't fight a 10 year old. don't you have morals?
  • jai west: he doesn't even have his powers anymore. are you really that empty and devoid of goodness?
  • joan garrick: you would hurt your own grandmother? you monster.
  • iris allen: no. do not.
  • linda park-west: it's like you want to find out if wally has a breaking point. first his kids, now this? and plus, why would you want to screw with her? you'd be better off fighting her husband because she will get a gun and she will shoot you.

anonymous asked:

43 Moriel

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

Morrigan is way more competitive than Az. Like way way way more competitive. She sees the stuffed animals and she wants one bad, but she wants to win it for herself. Az would stand back, hands in his pants pockets, and just smirk like, go ahead, ya spoiled little princess because he knows exactly where this is going. Ten rounds and way too much money later, Mor hasn’t won anything except a small figurine, which is very much not the huge stuffed animal tiger she wanted. She huffs at Az, shoulders slumping, and says they should just go. Az says okay and when Mor goes into the bathroom next door, he slams a five dollar bill on the counter, shoots all the little targets down with bullseyes, and grins like no other when Mor screams coming out of the bathroom because he has the tiger she wanted so badly. She buys him cotton candy in thanks with the last of her money and they enjoy the treat on the ferris wheel, the tiger sitting happily in between them. :)

Touched

Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin 

I was thinking about touch, human contact, and how badly we, as social creatures, really need that physical affection. Then you take this need and filter it through social/culture constraints like the physically reserved Japanese and I thought: Kenshin wouldn’t have hardly been touched in over a decade, and maybe (probably?) only minimally for eight years or so before that, too. And I see Kaoru as being atypical in this regard, not lewd or ridiculous, but just much more physically demonstrative than Kenshin is likely used to.

How badly he must want that.

It’s a weird one, just a warning.


The first several weeks of cohabitation with the shihondai had been a shock to the system. Kaoru was a very physical person. She expressed herself through touch, and he had the lumps to prove it. The reality that this small woman would dare to strike him was mind-boggling; he had been a hitokiri, for heaven’s sake.

It was more than that, though, so much more. Kaoru touched him constantly, small touches that bespoke intimacy. The contact was nothing scandalous, everything was proper, but she thought nothing about brushing his fingertips as she passed him his cup, or touching his sleeve to gain his attention if he’d been daydreaming. She stood more closely than was conventional, and although it was still a polite distance, he could smell her perfume as they worked side by side in the yard. The honesty of her was such that he knew that the touching was exactly what it seemed to be; Kaoru liked him and she was expressing herself as she was wont to do. Still, the constant little touches made him vaguely uncomfortable. At first.

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A few years ago, I was at a hardware store. And there was this little girl with her dad. And he was in a hurry, and she wasn’t keeping up. So, he kept yanking on her arm. But really hard, you know? Too hard. I know that feeling. When my dad got that way, my brother Colin was always there to take the worst of it for me. And I thought, seeing this little girl, I thought maybe I could do that for her. But I just kept watching. And they’re about to leave, and I’ve done nothing. And she slips. And it throws him off-balance, and he hits her. And I wanted so badly to do something to help her, but… I did what I always do when things get hard. I just panicked and ran.

10 Cloverfield Lane (2016) dir. Dan Trachtenberg

pls-moi  asked:

To follow up on Oliver as a grandfather, what's Felicity like as a grandmother?

In spite of the fact that Felicity loves babies a lot in this ‘verse, I think, again, it largely depends on the kid. Sylvia is just easy. And first. And affectionate. She’s such an easy kid to get attached to and Felicity’s gonna dote on her from the get-go in part because of Jules and in part because of Sylvia herself. 

With Will’s boys, she knows how badly Will and Amelia wanted children. Micah looks up to his dad so much and he’s so very like him in the best ways. It’s incredibly endearing. Sam’s more complicated but Felicity’s relationship with him might be my favorite of any of her relationships with the grandkids. And no I won’t get into detail more on that right now. 

Ellie’s kids are… challenging. Again, I’m a bit limited on what I can say there, but I think that those relationships take work. They’re important, though, and while the bonds there might not be easy, they’re vital. 

Felicity had more or less thought that Nate was never going to have a relationship until Penny came along. She’s a little surprised when they keep having kids, honestly. She knows well the kind of chaos that comes with children and Nate’s never been prone to messes. But, in his house it’s sort of a controlled chaos. Their kids are the least thought through of the lot and I will say that one of the girls will be a whip-smart technology geek, so Felicity will bond damned closely with her, but the others I haven’t developed enough to say, yet. 

The thing with grandparents is… they can give the kid back to their parents when they’re difficult or whiny or tired. Grandparents are (usually) there for the fun parts. That’s a bit different when you’re talking about the Queens, of course, but it’s still true to a point. Felicity really enjoys babies, toddlers and young kids. Overall, she’ll love being a grandmother, even if it does kind of astound her that her kids are that old. But for her, the very best thing about her grandkids is watching her children grow as parents. Watching Jules gain her footing as a mom and reach some common ground with her, seeing Will finally build his family and cherish his wife and his boys so much, taking in the sight of Ellie jumping in feet first to be a mom to these two kids who need her so much and tackle all the challenges they bring with them, watching Nate - her sweet little baby Nate - be a father to four little girls and a baby boy and finding a whole new way to relate to his own father… those are the best parts for Felicity. She adores her grandchildren and she cherishes all of the time she’s lucky enough to spend with them, but her husband and her kids are always most important to her.

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A very interesting detail!

I was rereading bnha when, in the prologue of the Bakugou rescue arc,this time I noticed a very interesting (and very cute) detail:

While I was rereading this scene, I didn’t understand first what Ochako was implying with this, but soon enough I noticed this:

In short, Ochako took off her shirt, tore it apart and with it she practically made a first-aid treatment for Deku’s arms!! She wanted at last that Deku, who was very badly injured, would be able to move a bit more freely feeling less pain……When I noticed this detail I was just sooo happy because she, who was pretty aware that Deku was very gravely injured, did not stop him (like instead everybody else was wishing for Deku), but on the contrary, she did on him a first-aid treatment in order to make it possible for him to go with the others to save Bakugou! She KNEW very well that Deku would have done EVERYTHING to save someone, so she did the only thing possible to help him, i.e. grant him movements feeling less pain!

What I like of this scene so much is that this is just another tangible proof that Ochako and Deku really have understood each other’s nature very well; Ochako obviously wanted Deku to not risk any other injury, but she just knew that nothing could have stopped Deku from saving his friend, and what makes me happier is that she was the only one in the group to help him in this way!

Ok, someone could say that she would have done this for everyone, but this doesn’t change the fact that I really love how a little detail like this could point out so effectively their mutual understanding friendship, I’m really grateful to Horikoshi sensei for this because….it’s just so important to be blessed with true understanding and acceptance in friendship relationships, that’s why I really love this scene so much.

I just wanted to share this (especially with my fellow IzuOcha shippers!!).

anonymous asked:

Eric lowkey being in love with Dylan's girlfriend.

this is so sad y do u want this

• it would totally break his heart to see you and Dylan holding hands/kissing/cutesy couple shit

• having to pretend like a totally Supportive Friend™ when Dylan would talk about going on dates w you

• defending you when Dylan would complain abt an argument you had

• ugh he’d want so badly just to wrap his arms around you and kiss you but he’s a good friend and cares about Dylan so he wouldn’t do anything

• always thinking “was she flirting?? does she like me back? was she trying to tell me something???” after every interaction with you

• getting pissed hearing Dylan murmur your name in his sleep and fuckin nailing him with a pillow to wake him up

• you jokingly suggest a threesome one day and his heart skips a beat

• “how shitty of a friend would I be if I just kissed her once”

• feeling so shitty about kinda almost halfway hoping y'all break up

• but knowing that’s a dick move to date your friends ex so he’d rather you to stay together bc at least then he still gets to see you

• staring up at the ceiling at night knowing you’re out with Dylan but wishing you were with him

anonymous asked:

dean teaching you to drive baby (headcannon)

- when you first asked him, he flat out refused

- “Y/N, she is the most important lady in my life.”

“I thought I was the most important lady in your life.”

“…”

“Dean!”

- you begged Sam to help your case, but he would just laugh and smile

- “Why do you want to drive so badly? Trying to get away from us?”

“At this point, I’m not sure.”

- finally, you made a bet

- “If I can kick your ass in a fight, you have to teach me to drive Baby!”

“Bring it, kid.”

- him being too stunned to hear what you’re saying when you absolutely wipe the floor with him

- eventually, he does let you sit in the front seat

- but you watch him drive her, like, a thousand times around the block first

- “Okay, Y/N, this is very simple: which is gas, and which is brake?”

“Gas on the left and brake on the right!”

“Damn it, Y/N! That’s it, get out, you’re not driving-”

“I was joking! Relax…”

“Not funny.”

- him secretly being super proud of you when you finally master it

- he sometimes lets you drive when it’s just the two of you out hunting, but neither of you ever tell Sam

- “Does this mean I can take her out whenever I want now?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Aw, c’mon, Dean!”