sitting in a puddle

imoyu-trashblog  asked:

While reading your Gaston headcanons and just imagined where he picks you up to carry you across a large puddle, only for him to trip on a loose stone. Oops, both of you are covered in mud now. Fluff ensures...?

I said no but i couldn’t stop mySELF.

Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock

Title: Muddy.
Pairing: Gaston x Female!Reader.
Words: 3,104.
Rating: T.

It had just rained not ten minutes ago, and vendors were already back on the street. Some didn’t even bother protecting their produce and products and let the rain do what it wanted. It wasn’t the typical gentle sort of rain either, it was a consistent downpour that wasn’t expected by anyone in the village. You had sought shelter under a small patio of a neighbor as it happened on your way to get some eggs. As a result of the heavy rain, the Earth now smelt clean and fresh. It was a soothing scent, one that made you forget your worries, if only for a few minutes. Giving your kind neighbor a smile for letting you stand under their roof, you waved at them, saying, “I’ll see you later,” before stepping out. A few drops of water hit the top of your head as they dripped from the roofs edge.

Drawing a deep breath in, you began walking. Tightening your shawl around your shoulders, you were appreciative of the sun now peeking through the clouds above. It would warm up soon, drying everything in the process. Mindful of your steps now as most of the ground was either emerged with water or was a seeping puddle of mud, you ran into the sights of a friend.

Friend wasn’t the right word, you thought and looked at Gaston with curious eyes. He was currently checking himself out in the window of the bakery, smiling on and off. Probably checking the wrinkles around his mouth, you laughed to yourself, remembering how he told you that women found them to be rather attractive. ‘It gives me a sort of… Older appearance.’ He told you once with a wide smirk. He was right, they did make him look different than other men you knew, but not for the reason he gave you.

The lines around his mouth gave his smirk, his smiles and his grins even more prominence and seemed to captivate those around him. As if his eyes weren’t enough to get the job just right. In fact, most of his attributes were enough to get anyone he set his eyes on, really. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. There were the occasional few that saw passed this facade, and you just happened to be one of them. Not that it came in much luck because Gaston had a keen sense on picking out women and men who he didn’t quite captivate. You supposed this came into play with his need for a chase. Whether it be chasing his next prey while hunting or chasing the next woman in his life, he enjoyed it regardless.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement as Gaston shot his reflection a wink and a kiss. You took this as an opportunity to walk past him quickly, in slight hopes that perhaps he wouldn’t notice you so you could get what you wanted and not linger around to talk.

He was more of an acquaintance, you decided tip toeing your way behind him, not a friend. You both knew each other, acknowledged each other’s existence, spoken here and there, flirted a bit but ultimately kept your distance. It wasn’t as if you hated him, in fact, you didn’t. You just found him to a be a bit… overpowering sometimes and it only elevated when you figured out that he was entirely interested in you. Of course, the smiles he sent your way, the tone of voice he used with you, his gestures and body language were all alarms going off telling you that Gaston thought he was a bit more than acquaintances with you, but it only hit you full on when he finally got around to asking you to have dinner with him.

It’s not like you weren’t interested him and hadn’t thought of being together with him. You figured most everyone in the village had, even the men. Gaston was certainly appealing and was very careful on making himself seem as attractive as he possibly could. But, giving a man his way when he thinks he’s entitled to it is something you didn’t want to feed into. An egotistical man is something you didn’t want to feed attention to. You owed him nothing. You were your own person and he’d have to realize that if he was really interested.

“(Name)!” Your face balled up in defeat. Stopping your movements, you turned on your heel and faced Gaston. In the time that it took you to do that, you relaxed your expression into the most neutral face you could muster. You watched rather intently as he pulled on the bottom of his tan overcoat to straighten it, clearing his throat while doing that.

You swallowed softly and smiled politely at him. “Good morning, Gaston.”

He didn’t miss a beat, grasping your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. He smiled against them, looking down at you through slightly half-lidded eyes. Your heart churned at the meager gaze that held a bit more than invested attention. He let go of your hand, almost hesitating doing so. Your hand was left to drift in the air before making its way back to your side.  “Good morning.” He finally said, his tone dipping into his chest voice. “Any plans for this evening?”

“What’s today? Wednesday?” You thought and looked around, eager to avoid his eyes. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you thought of an excuse. It didn’t need to be a good one, just a logical one. You spilled out the first thing you thought of, “I’ve got to do laundry.” It was unintentional for your statement to come out as a question, but unfortunately, it came out that way. You just hoped that Gaston bought it as an obtainable excuse.

Slipping his hands onto his hips, you found yourself rather fixated on the shape of his torso. His fingers expanded there, cupping and holding himself as if he didn’t get enough from the women who’ve touched that very spot. He didn’t cock his waist to the side perse, and much rather, straightened his back to make himself appear even larger. The light brown pants were tailored to fit his body specifically, and if he moved just right, it left little to the imagination. His feet were a part giving the absolute definition of confidence and self-awareness though Gaston on more than one occasion, was completely clueless. At this moment in time, he wasn’t. He was thinking about your words. There was really no sense in doing laundry in the evening because if you left it out to dry overnight, the frost would most definitely freeze most of your clothes.

“In the… Evening?” Gaston inquired, his right eyebrow arching upwards in curiousity. The white ruffled shirt under the vibrant red vest lined with gold clung to his torso and defined his shape. Under the tan overcoat, you could see that Gaston was just as gentle on the eyes. Many didn’t see this for many only say the broad shouldered war hero. For a brief moment, you wanted nothing than to reach out and graze your hands up and down his sides. They appeared smooth.

“Uhm, yes.” You tore your eyes away, deciding that walking away was probably the best way to avoid any sort of eye contact. If he’s walking beside you, preferably a foot behind you actually,  it’d be hard for you to maintain gazes. Gaston followed you rather diligently, letting his eyes fall to the back of your head as you began speaking again, “It’s a lot easier to get it done in the evening when no one else is there.” That made complete sense, you reassured yourself.

“Then, can I join you?” You knew that was coming. Laughing quietly, you stopped in front of a rather large puddle that almost looked more like a pond because of its size. “I’ve never done it myself, but I’m sure you can help me.” Gaston informed you, studying the small body of water in front of you and your mild hesitation on how you wanted to get around it.

Without any chance to ask what he was doing, Gaston bent down, grasping your hips and picking you up seamlessly. It was sudden action and with your feet leaving the ground so quickly made your head reel. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to hike you over his shoulder and carry you like a sack of potatoes, but his arm remained around your waist and within moments, he was holding you rather securely while your feet dangled helplessly in the air.

Unable to protest now, he started walking forward through the puddle you were debating on how to get around. You sighed in defeat. He was nice enough to help you so there was no point in arguing now that he was halfway across. “Or better yet, you can do it for me. You see, I usually get women to do it for me, it’s amazing how they throw themselves on their knees for the opportunity really.” Gaston smirked at the thought, readjusting his grip on you.

Shutting your eyelids to reserve yourself from snapping at him, you wrapped your arms around his neck to feel a bit more stable. You could feel his muscles shift under his clothing and found it difficult to ignore the musky smell that seemed to linger with him. He smelt like the woods mixed with the smallest amount of gunpowder. You knew this wasn’t a scent you should grow attached to, but you still found yourself taking deep breaths in just to enjoy. Fluttering your eyes back open you looked at him. Your gaze was a threat in itself, telling him that he’d pay for it if he dropped you. Then, you began speaking, “I won’t do it for you, but I can show you how to do it.”

Gaston laughed quietly. He figured you’d say something of that nature and merely nodded in agreement. He shuffled slightly, feeling something under his feet slip and slide, and before he could really process what it was, the two of you were tumbling down. A few seconds later, you were sitting in a rather large puddle, covered with water and mud. Sitting up, you blinked back the mud near your eyes. You swallowed thickly and looked down at Gaston as he actually managed to catch you and soften your landing. You couldn’t say the same for him for you had actually landed on top of him.

Resting on his back, he groaned quietly and opened his eyes. Gaston looked blankly at the sky for a few seconds before rocking back into reality. Realizing you were on top of him, a small smirk crept its way onto his cheeks. You could feel the eyes of a few villagers digging into you as they watched the entire thing play out, and some villagers who just got there and were met with a rather compromising scene as you were straddling him.

Staring down at him, you came to one conclusion rather quickly. “You did that on purpose.”

“What reason would I have for doing it on purpose? I slipped on a loose stone. It does happen, I’ll have you know. I’m sorry.” He groaned while sitting up, reaching back and holding you close to him. It was unintentional and more of a habit, but you could feel the heat dancing from the tips of your ears to your face at the action. Your eyebrows rose in slow amazement.  He wasn’t usually one for apologizing for anything, even it was his fault. Gaston had a knack of making it seem like things weren’t truly his fault, so why did he take responsibility this time? You were still perched in his lap as he slicked back some of his now drenched hair, a bit offended that you assumed that he did it intentionally.

Your laughter started, soft at first before getting louder and louder. Gaston was shocked, his face twisting into an expression of confusion. “What could possibly be so funny?” He moved his head back a bit so he could see you more clearly and something inside of him slammed against his heart like a giant wave.

“You’re a mess.” You tossed your head back in absolute pleasure. You’d never seen Gaston like this before. Physically dirty and unappealing to most because of the mud, but also a bit more human for having apologize for making a mistake, for having a flaw. Grasping your sides from laughing too hard, you heard Gaston’s laugh mix with yours. Unsurely at first, before he started literally cackling. It was something that you never actually heard prior, because he had many sorts of laughs.

The cocky laughs, the fake laughs, and the hateful or scornful laughs. Those were the ones he used more often than not so to hear his actual, human, genuine laugh made yours die down so you could admire it a bit more. There were wrinkles around his eyes, as they were shut, his mouth forming what you would describe as being one of the most beautiful smiles you’d ever seen. The sound itself was a bit different as well and instead of resonating in his chest like you thought, it was a lighter, more flowful sound. Grasping a leaf that had made it’s way into his hair, you tugged it out gently and tossed it to the side. “I’ve known you for years but I’ve never heard you laugh like that.” You stated and wiped some mud off his forehead. In the process though, you had only managed to smear it with the water on your fingers.

“You best bask in it then. Not many people have heard it.” He whispered a bit too quietly and looked away. Surely, it was a subject you could press and see why he implied that it was rare for him to laugh like that, but you were in no true position to do so. You were acquaintances. If more, then perhaps you could seep into his childhood, the days before you even knew Gaston.

Leaning towards him ever so slightly, you stared into his eyes as if you were reading what emotions were swirling in them. Remarkably, as many people have told you, his eyes weren’t a complete and solid brown. You supposed that you had never paid attention to the flickers of green that were washed around the darkness of his pupil. The sunlight seemed to elevate the appearance of his eyes, giving them a much softer glow than darker light would give. Resting your hands on his chest, you swallowed back any intentions of going any further than this mishap and tried to convince yourself that standing up would be your safest way out.

You tried, but your legs weren’t moving. A refusal would be the best way to put it. Your mind was refusing to move your body, to flee from the scene. Why?

Silence ensued between the two of you as he stared back at you. From the vague expression on his face, you thought that he was going to lean forward and plant a smooth kiss onto your lips. You were positive that was what he would do had any other girl fallen with him. Why else would he need the excuse to get so close to you? His movement seemed almost hesitant and as he rested back on one arm, he reached the other up and wiped some mud off your cheek with the wet sleeve of his tan coat. You didn’t want to tilt your head towards his graze, but that’s exactly what you did. Your action led to Gaston cupping the side of your face, his fingertips damp against your soft skin. You were almost positive he could feel your heart beating against his touch.

It would be so easy to kiss you right now, he thought to himself and let his eyes drop to your mouth before seeking your gaze once again. One swift motion towards you and he’d have his lips on yours, something that he had thought about since the first day he met you. That was years ago. To pine after someone for so long was typically not his style but here he found himself wanting nothing more than to embrace you and to let you have him. Gaston swallowed, the muscles in his neck contracting as he did. He wouldn’t say that he was nervous because he wasn’t. He just found himself… Unsure of what to do now. He could kiss you and change things between the two of you forever or he could stand up, help you up and go on with life the way things were.

He had chased you long enough.

Now was the time to take some action.

You laughed quietly, pulling away from his touch, “We should probably start laundry earlier-” The sentence came to an abrupt stop as Gaston craned his head forward and captured your lips. Your eyes were wide with surprise, though deep down, you knew he was going to kiss you. And, despite that deep down feeling, you did nothing to stop him. The second he started kissing you, you had stopped lying to yourself. You wanted to kiss him just as much. You wanted to hold him closer and never let go.

It wasn’t quite a kiss, as half of his mouth actually landed on the space next to your mouth. He didn’t move for what seemed like eternity, constantly reassuring himself that he had done the right thing. And when he did move, it was to readjust his mouth so he could kiss you fully. Lifting both hands, he cupped your face tenderly while the hands that were resting on his chest rose up to hold onto his shoulders. 

You wondered what it must look like, the two of you kissing in the middle of the village, in the middle of a puddle, both soaked to the bone and covered in mud. You didn’t care about that for very long though as your eyes fell shut. Gaston didn’t completely devour and allowed you dominate slightly. Kissing him back, you squeezed his shoulders and laughed slightly when the small amount of facial hair tickled your face. He laughed as well, pulling his mouth from yours. They remained puckered, almost asking for another kiss, his eyes still blissfully shut.

You didn’t allow him the pleasure, at least, not yet as you finished your sentence from before, “because we need to get the mud out of these clothes.”

Holy crap that ended up way longer than I had anticipated. Reblogs and likes are appreciated guys, thanks for reading!



“Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.”

Word Count: 1677
Warnings: a lot of self-doubt, injury, angst

It’s dark. And cold. And wet.

In the distance you can hear the rush of cars, tires splashing in puddles formed by the rain. They sound so, so far away.

You’re vaguely aware of the blood dripping down the back of your neck, and spilling out your lips and coating your fingers and smeared across your face and– there’s so much blood. You choke back a sob.

You have to get out of here. You have to get out of here and get back to the tower before anyone notices you’re missing because you can’t let anyone see you like this. You’re supposed to be strong like the rest of them, to be able to fight like the rest of them and defend yourself and not get into situations like this and the only thing running through your head right now is the fact that you might even die and everyone’s going look at you like some sort of failure.

(The one person you genuinely cared about already does, anyway.)

You place your hands on the ground under you, trying to push yourself up off the ground, but a sharp, snapping pain runs up your arm, as if the bone’s splitting, and you fall, letting out a gasp of pain as your chest hits the ground. There are tears welling in your eyes, both of frustration and the immense pain your body is in, and you lie with your cheek against the wet pavement in the middle of some back alley.

How are you going to get back and pretend like nothing happened when you can’t even fucking get up? You want to scream, but even your voice is hoarse from begging them to stop as you endured hit after hit.

You think back to a few hours ago, to how Bucky had been avoiding you all day and when you’d finally confronted him about it he’d yelled at you for not being able to do one job you had – to save the two kids in the fucking building on the one mission they’d taken you to. He’d yelled and you’d yelled and maybe he’d let it slip that he thought you were a failure, and then you’d gotten angry and stormed out to a bar to get drunk. But he’d been right. The fact of the matter is that you are a failure, and now you can’t even prove yourself otherwise.

A painful sob wracks your body as your hands reach into your pocket, pulling out your phone. There are missed calls that you barely notice, fingers fumbling and tears blurring your eyes. It takes four attempts to call Steve, your hands wet and sticky because of the blood. As it rings, you can feel your heart constrict in your chest. What are they going to think of you? Weak? Pathetic?

Words flit through your head, as the phone rings. And rings. And rings.

“Hi, you’ve reached Steve Rogers–”

You hang up, then try again.

And again.

And again.

With each time it reaches voicemail, you cry harder. You can’t blame him – it’s four in the fucking morning and the mission was exhausting, so everyone’s probably turned their phone on silent and for the first time in days is getting some proper rest.

You try Nat next, then Sam, then Clint, then even Tony, but nobody picks up.

There’s one last name left on the list of people that’ll probably answer at four a.m. You hesitate, fingers hovering over his name, knowing his reaction if he picks up.

You press call. Your heart pounds against your chest and your blood rushes through your ears and your eyes feel kind of heavy. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe.

As you gasp for air the phone rings. And rings. And rings. And ri–


Hearing his tired voice croak your name is like turning a switch, because suddenly there is air in your lungs and you can breathe again.

Until, “What the fuck do you want?”

Heaving in a gulp of air, you opened your mouth to speak, but before you can even get a word out, he continues.

“It’s four in the fuckin’ mornin’, an’ the few of us who worked hard on the mission are pretty damn tired.”

You feel the intended jab of his words, and shut your mouth, breathing heavily through your nose as the blood flow stems and begins to crust on your face. The tears well up in your eyes again. You know you shouldn’t have called him, that he was still mad at you and he would probably never forgive you for what you had done, because even as the Winter Soldier he’d never have hurt let an innocent child get hurt. But you’d let it happen, right in front of him, with full control over your actions. Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.

“Are you going to speak?” He prompts, an edge in his voice laced with annoyance.

There’s shuffling on the other end of the phone, before you hear a faint, feminine voice. “Bucky baby, come back to bed.” You don’t know who it is, and that makes it so much worse because you know he only picks up random girls when he’s stressed out, and the cause of stress is you, you know as much.

You’re trying to speak but you can’t find the words. Your head hurts and the pain is finally starting to catch up, ebbing away at the adrenaline that had been coursing through your body.

“I’m sorry – it's– it’s, I just –” But you don’t know what to say. Something’s clawing at the inside of your throat, like nails raking down your vocal chords and making it hard to speak. The only thing you can do is cry.

“I’m sorry,” you’re screeching, heaving in breaths of air any chance you can get. “Nobody else picked up – I – I didn’t know – I didn’t know who else to call.”

There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Or maybe you can’t hear Bucky speaking. You can’t hear anything over the sound of your sobs, disappearing behind the heavy patter of the rain.

“Y/N? Y/N!” His voice seems so far away, it almost sounds concerned. “Y/N, what happened?”

“He said he knew! He said he knew more about– that he could tell me– I’m sorry. I trusted him. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

“Shit.” There’s shuffling on the other end, then a quieter, “I gotta go, Babe.” Your heart clenches and the only thing that manages to leave your mouth is a string of apologies.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know– I don’t know!” There’s a level of hysteria in your voice, and he can probably hear it too. He’s saying other stuff in a calmer voice, something about breathing and looking around but you can’t hear him over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears and the constant thought of you being an absolute failure swimming through your head.

“– okay?” You take gulps of air through your mouth, trying to subside the sobs resonating through your chest as you tune back into his voice. “Just breathe, Y/N. Look around and tell me what you see.”

“It’s dark, and there’s- there's–” You look around frantically, trying to find something, trying to see something, but it’s so dark and all you know is that you’re in some back alley and God, your lungs feel like they’re on fire but you can’t figure out how to get air down your throat. “An alley,” you gasp out. “Behind the bar. I’m behind the bar–”

And you break off into sobs again, praying to someone, anyone, that Bucky can understand you through the thickness of your voice and the croaking of your throat.

“Okay. Okay. Y/N? I’ll be there in ten, okay? Just give me ten minutes.”

You manage to scrape an “okay” up your throat without throwing up from the crying and the screaming. Bucky says something about hanging up, and suddenly your voice is making your ears bleed again. “No! No! Please, Bucky, stay on the line. Please.”

And then he’s saying something and you’re not sure what, because you can’t focus on anything anymore. You don’t know how long you sit there, leaning against the cold brick wall, soaking wet with a puddle of red tinged water surrounding you, chilling to the bone. Maybe it’s really ten minutes, maybe it’s a few hours, you can’t tell, but there’s nothing more warming than the sound of Bucky’s voice calling out your name, this time closer to you than through the phone.

“Y/N?” His voice resonates through the small alley, and you’re slightly more awake for a moment as a flashlight shines directly into your eyes, then down the rest of you.

He swears.

A lot.

“Hey, hey, Y/N.” You feel his hands, warm and soft and tender, on your cheek, slapping lightly to grab your attention. Your eyes are unfocused, you can barely make out his face through the tears and the haze grabbing at the edges of your vision.

An arm goes under your knees and your start screaming again, pain and fear coursing through every vein in your body. Someone’s saying something, your name and something else, and it’s calm and reassuring but all you can focus on is how much it hurts. You’re hoisted into the air and this time the scream doesn’t even make it past your lips, catching in your throat as the pain peaks into a numbness spreading to your toes.

“–wake! Y/N, hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” But your eyes are challenging his voice, daring to shut for longer periods of time with each blink.

There’s a deep, ocean blue staring down at you when you do open your eyes, laced with disappointment and screaming the same word over and over at you.

Failure. Failure. Failure.

Your eyes close.

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Don’t Say Anything (part 4)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: ye good ol’ angst

A/N: Welpsssss ‘Don’t Say Anything’ won over ‘Tainted Love’ I’m sooorrryyyyyy. Anyways, I hope ya enjoy! Will edit lateeerrrrr

Two weeks have flown by since the day at the zoo and you’ve kept your distance from both Bucky and Nat. You didn’t completely shut them out, just anytime they wanted to do something with you, you’d make up some believable excuse.

You spent most of your time in your room being a depressed fish, the other members of the team coming to check up on you every now and then. It sucked. Why must feelings exist?

“Hey kiddo,” you can hear Tony say from the other side of the door.

“Come in.” you sigh, laying on your side, wrapped up like a burrito. You feel like trash and you look like trash.

The door opens and Tony frowns. “Dinners ready. You’re eating with us. I won’t take no for an answer.”


“I won’t take no for an answer.” he repeats.

You sigh. “Why do you hate me so much.”

“I don’t hate you, I love you which is why I’m making you come out and eat with us.” he gives you a small smile. “Come on, I’m tired of seeing you so sad. You hardly come out of your room now, what’s going on?”

He shuts the door and sits down on the floor in front of you.


“If it wasn’t nothing I wouldn’t be sitting in here with you right now, so tell me.”

“I just - I don’t want to talk about it.” you shut your eyes. “Please don’t make me talk about it.”

The last part came out as a whimper and it made Tony frown even more. He moved the blanket from your head and threaded his fingers into your hair. “I won’t make you talk about it. But just know that I’m here if you want to talk. I won’t judge you or anything.”

You hum as he scratched your head softly. “You’re such a dad.”

Tony chuckled. “A good looking dad, right?”

“You wish.” you scoffed.

Tony smiled and stood up from the floor, removing his hand from your head in the process and causing you to open your eyes. “Come on, I’ll even serve you your plate.”

“Is this a trick?” you question.

“I know, I know, I’m actually being nice for once, call the police.” he playfully rolled his eyes. You laugh and sit up, wrapping your little blanket over your head. You follow Tony into the kitchen where everyone was, talking and what not. No one had sat down at the table yet so you make your way over to a chair and sit down, clutching your blanket tighter to your body.

Bucky and Natasha were sitting on the couch only a few feet away, sitting ever so close to each other. You wanted to go back to your room. You wanted to be anywhere but here - anywhere as long as those two weren’t there. Your heart was broken enough.

“Alright you little assholes, come sit down, dinners ready!” Sam announced. Bucky and Nat look over their shoulders and when Bucky sees you he stands up, quickly making his way over to you to claim the seat beside you. You don’t look at him. You can’t. But you know he’s looking at you.

Natasha sits down in front of you and you want to melt into a puddle. How are you supposed to survive this dinner with Bucky next to you and Natasha in front of you? Does the world really hate you that much?

You watch everyone serve themselves, talking about god knows what, you’re tuning everyone out. You just want to get this over and done with so that you can go back to your room and wrap yourself up into a burrito again. Tony places a plate in front of you, telling you to eat and you sigh.

While everyone seemed to be engaged in a conversation about something, you stay quiet, eating your food. As if the gods above didn’t want it to go that way, Bucky leans in towards you.

“What’s going on, baby doll?” he says for only you to hear.

“Nothing, why?” you respond, continuing to pick at your food.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, Y/N. Are you purposely ignoring me?”

“I’ve been busy, James.” you sigh.

“So you are ignoring.” he nods. “That’s just great.”

You roll your eyes. “Not everything is about you, Bucky.”

“It’s the guy huh? The one you like?”

He’s looking at you and god do you want to look at him too. But you can’t or else you’ll break down and you can’t break down. Not in front of everyone. Not during dinner.

Bucky scoffed. “I can’t believe you’re still sulking about this asshole, Y/N.”

“You don’t understand, Bucky.” you try to remain calm. “I’ve liked this guy for years. It’s gonna take a while till I’m over him.”

“Will you just tell me who he is? I just wanna talk to him.” he says and you shut your eyes.

“Can we just not talk about it, please?” again, you whimper. Bucky feels a bit of anger towards this guy.

“Alright, we won’t talk about it, for now.” he nods. “On another note, Nat and I have an announcement.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah so say tuned.” he then cleared his throat. “Guys, Nat and I have something to say.” and it was quiet. They all looked at Bucky, waiting for him to go on. He looks at Nat and smiles. “We wanted to tell you guys when we were all together.” Bucky licks his lips. “Nat and I are dating.”

And just like that, you lost all hope. You felt sick. You didn’t want to be there anymore. You didn’t want to be that close to Bucky or that close to Natasha. Congratulations went around as well as “finally!” and you felt even more sick.

You quickly stand up, grabbing everyone’s attention before muttering something about not feeling good. Without waiting for a response from someone, you make a beeline for your room, shutting the door and rushing into the bathroom. You hold onto the sides of the sink and breathe. In and out, in and out. You splash some water on your face and take a deep breath.

You should have just stayed in your room. Why didn’t you just stay in your room? You can’t get hurt in your room, your room loves you. Chewing on your bottom lip, you exit the bathroom, being startled by Wanda who was sitting down on your bed.

“Shit Wanda, you scared me.” you breathe out, clutching your chest. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Bucky.” she says. Your blood runs cold.


“The guy you like, it’s Bucky.” she spoke and your eyes swell with tears.

“How did you find out?”

Wanda stands up. “Please don’t be mad at me.” she says. “After you ran off, I knew something was wrong. I hate seeing you so sad and broken, Y/N. You’re my best friend. So I.. Listened in on your thoughts.”

“That’s an invasion of my privacy, Wanda!” your tears fall from your eyes.

“I know but I wasn’t going to sit around and watch you be sad, Y/N. You were never going to tell me any of this. I want to help because I hate seeing you sad.” she responds. Your lip quivers.

“I don’t know what to do.” you cry, eyes blurring with tears. Wanda engulfs you. “Why am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not attractive? I’ve been there for him since day one, Wanda. I thought he liked me, at least a little bit. But of course, he likes Nat. Everyone does. I was so stupid to think that-”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t talk like that.” she tells you. “Don’t do this to yourself, Y/N. Don’t put yourself down. There’s someone out there who’s dying to be with you, you just have to wait it out. Don’t let this affect the rest of your life.”

You hold back a sob. “I hate feeling this way. Everything hurts.”

“I know.” she sighs, rubbing your back. “I know.”

The two of you stay like that for a bit while you calm down. It seems like all you’ve been doing is crying. You hate it. Suddenly your door opens, standing there is Bucky, a worried look etched on his face.

A/N: I know these parts are really short but just bear with me okay? Anyways, tell me what ya think.


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Okay (Jason ToddxReader)

Requested: No
Word Count: 959
Summary: Jason comes in from a rough night of patrol for you to clean him up.

Warning! Blood and gore mentioned!

The sound of a falling chair snapped you out of you light sleep. You glanced at the digital clock on your nightstand, it was 4am. You relaxed slightly as you realized Jason hadn’t come home yet, but you were still on alert as you crawled out of bed and slipped your favorite silk robe onto your shoulders. While normally, you wore at least one of Jason’s t-shirts to bed, this night it was hot and you wore only your underwear beneath the robe. You armed yourself with the baseball bat you kept by your nightstand and made your way into the kitchen area.

Jay?” you called out softly as you left the bedroom.

“Hey, baby girl, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he spoke up. His voice was thick with pain. You frowned and switched on the light. Sitting in the floor in a puddle of blood was one Jason Todd. You gasped and let your eyes search him over. You grabbed the closest first aide kit of the seven you had stashed around the apartment. You dropped to your knees next to hi.

“I’m ok, doll, go back to sleep,” he slurred. You simply shook your head and pulled his helmet from his head. His face was as perfect as ever, however there was a small cut that bled from his bottom lip. You made a mental note to come back and clean it up, but moved on to locate his more severe injuries.

You peeled off his brown leather jacket and found a bullet wound in his right shoulder. Upon further inspection, you found another would in his left thigh. You cursed softly to yourself as you began cutting away the fabric of his uniform.

I’m okay,” he repeated for the millionth time. You chose to just ignore his new chant and found the exit wounds on both shots. You sighed in relief because, while you had more stitching to do, you didn’t have to dig out any bullets. You began stitching him with practiced expertise. You placed a bandage over each wound once it was cleaned and sutured.

“I’m okay,” he chanted as his head leaned against the floor.

Stop telling me you’re okay, Jason,” you finally snapped at him. “You’re bleeding out on our kitchen floor,” you bit back angrily. You took a calming breath before going back to work. You could feel his eyes trying to focus on you.

You’re so beautiful,” he grinned goofily. You narrowed your eyes at him but continued to patch his remaining minor injuries. Once you were satisfied with your work, you managed to pull the now half naked man into the bathroom. You fully removed the remaining scraps of his clothing and began to gently clean the blood and dirt from his skin. He hummed softly in his blood-loss haze as your fingers spread through his hair.

“I love you, sunshine,” he mumbled in his half conscious state. You sighed as you gave him another look over. He was completely nude and covered in more scars than she ever cared to count. He had bandaged scattered across his body and fresh bruises along with faded yellow ones.

“I love you, too, Jay,” you admitted. It was the truth, you were an utter fool for the man in front of you. Once you deemed him clean enough, you helped him pull on fresh boxers and helped him into their shared bed.

Stay with me,” he requested weakly, he was beyond exhausted at this point.

Until forever ends, Jay,” you answered as you sat by his side. You brushed your fingers through his dark messy hair with it’s single white streak. You hummed softly as you did everything you knew to soothe Jason to sleep.

Once he was out soundly, you stood and kissed his forehead gently. You made your way back to your dining room area and frowned. It was a complete disaster area. It was the worst state you’d see it in, but you would once again be scrubbing blood from the tile grout.

You started with the first aid kit. You packed the kit, making sure everything was organized the way it was before. As soon as it was neat, you put it back in it’s place in the kitchen. You threw out the empty packages and soiled gauzes. You turned on the tap and started filling the mop bucket with hot, soapy water. You grabbed a fresh sponge and settled on your knees with the mess before you.

You scrubbed for a total of three hours until the dining room was entirely spotless and disinfected. It was when you were putting away the cleaning supplies that you realized you had fresh blood stains on your favorite silk robe and all over your exposed skin. You made your way to the bathroom, exhaustion from the adrenaline wearing off setting in. There were blood stains here and there in the bathroom. You cleaned them up quickly before starting the shower.

You watched as the blood ran off of your body and down the drain. It was becoming a common sight in your life and it almost bothered you that it didn’t bother you anymore. It was always so much blood. You couldn’t help but consider for a brief moment if this was really what you wanted for your life. You wondered what your life would have become if Jason had never made his place in it. You shook your head vigorously, water pouring over your face.

You loved Jason. No amount of blood or bullet wounds would change the fact that he was everything you wanted. He was worth the blood stained robes and the bright red that washed down the drain. He would always be worth it.


So I finally peed my pants on purpose. Everything played out right for once in awhile! 😜 So I was wearing light blue skinny jeans with the pink and white stripped underwear from an earlier accident, (I posted that story) that has yellow stains on it from when I peed trying to get my pants off at school. And you could probably see my panty line, I’m not sure. Any way, at school I decided to stop going to the bathroom before I went to lunch. That way I’d have about 3 and a half hours to hold it and I would have lots of water during lunch. Normally after 3rd block, which is the class after lunch, I really have to pee so I knew I would be desperate after 4th. During 3rd I felt my bladder filling up and I slowly became more and more uncomfortable, the usual for 3rd block. But I made it through and made my way to 4th block. Throughout that class my desperation was growing and I was squirming in my chair, occasionally crossing my legs with my hand on my crotch. Doing whatever I could to hold it in. Then my friend made a joke about something and I burst into laughter which caused me to pee for like 4 seconds before I could stop. I look down to see a noticeable dark spot on my crotch. Class finally ends and I think to myself, “oh boy. I really have to pee. I think I can make it to the car..” Bell rings and I bolt out the door running/walking painfully to my car. Almost there, I feel more pee escaping and running down my leg. I keep going, hoping I can stop and that no one saw what happened. Once I sit down in my car, I see that there was a visible dark line down my leg…someone probably saw that happen I say to myself. None the less I am excited to finally pee my pants when I want. I head home with out peeing anymore, but I could feel my bladder muscles getting weaker and weaker. When I got home and hurriedly got out of my car I pee again for maybe 5 seconds. I bend in my legs and feel my butt getting warm and wet. I run inside and head upstairs to my bathroom, wet and desperate, clutching my crotch in extreme pain and jumping up and down. Unexpectedly, I sneeze and let go for 6 seconds, soaking my crotch and butt, pee running down my legs. I stop and grab my warm, wet crotch. Thinking to myself, “let’s have some more fun and lay down in bed. Not go now but keep holding and push myself.” So I go to my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I manage to keep holding for like another hour or so. My pants were mostly dried by now and there were some faint pee stains, more like an outline of the wet spots. Laying down with my legs crossed, I watched YouTube and getting so desperate I was shaking and whenever I moved, even a little bit, I would almost start to pee. But then something happened in a video that caused me to start laughing, and as I laughed pee started escaping into my pants, down onto my butt and on the bed. I immediately stopped laughing, sat up and grabbed my crotch, jumped off the bed and went to the door. As I “fumbled” with the door knob my bladder was slowly giving in and I felt short bursts escape into my pants. After a while I gave up trying to get out of my room and gave in. Pee exploded into my pants. I bend my knees and look down at a puddle growing at my feet. Pee was running down my legs and up my butt, darkening my pants as it went. Still peeing and shaking I slid down my door and sat in my puddle. I was on the floor peeing for probably 2 minutes before I finally stopped. I was soaked in pee, warm and sitting in my own pee puddle. I stand up and turn around to look at my backside, which was totally soaked. From my butt all the way to my ankles, my pants were shiny, wet, and dark blue. I Iook at my front and see lines of pee running my crotch into all different directions down my legs. The wet spot I had left on my bed was about the size of a text book and the puddle I had made was probably 2ft by 3ft or something like that idk. I then decided to keep those clothes on for the rest of the day, so I began to clean up my mess. As I write this my pants and underwear have dried. My pants have stains outlining the wet spots and my white, pink and yellowish stripped panties are now pink and yellowish stripped panties. I’ll probably keep the panties on till tomorrow. Why not😝. Hope everyone liked the story, I had a blast.

Heat Haze Days - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 2800

Notes: This is like…my first time writing in forever and a day. So be gentle :’) also, tbh, I only thought of this idea because I was listening to Kagerou Days in my car on my way home from work. Kagerou literally is Heat Haze Days. xD

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Will there be more of today's post??!!!?? Who is she pregnant with? Who does Jamie work for? Was Frank ever involved?! COME ON DON'T LEAVE A GIRL HANGING! PLEASEEEEEEE Pregnant Claire and Professor Jamie just gives me all these happy feels and that's what I needed so much! I would love to see more stories like this <3

Continuation of Baking Disasters

“Shit, shit shit!” I muttered as the lukewarm coffee from both mine and Geillie’s cups spilled down my front

“Miss Beauchamp!”

“Sorry Ma’am, but the cups spilled. My uniform–”

“Clean it up and change. You can’t sit in a puddle of coffee. Shoo!”

“Thankyou Mistress Callaghan,” I said convincingly sweet.

I made a dash for my storage trunk and pulled my comfortable clothes from the bottom of my bag. I hadn’t exactly intended on pulling this stunt today but wanted to be prepared for the proper moment. The standard yellow dress, now a putrid brown, clung to my legs as I made my way down to the lavatory. I took my time rinsing the dress out, washing the coffee from my body and simply enjoying the brief moments out of the scrutiny and boredom of the bookkeeping class.

“Just a few more weeks, Beauchamp. You can make it that long.” I said to my reflection.

With a deep breath, I left the bubble of comfort I had created.

The lift’s small lobby was blissfully quiet. I reached to push the up button, but it was already lit. I stared in confusion at the little red bar. A deep clearing of someone’s throat sounded from behind me causing me to jump. I turned and saw the most beautiful man, and he smiled with a nod of his head.


“Good-day,” I murmured. His smiled widened.

“It is a good day.” He was fidgeting from side to side, his fingers tapping his thigh in a rhythmic cadence.

The freight lift dinged at the same time the standard lift opened its doors with a bell and rush of people.

“I’ll just follow ye. Ye seem to ken where it is yer going in this place.”

I smiled at him and nodded, requesting the second floor to the operator, while my redheaded companion requested the tenth.

“They both go to the same place,” I said quickly.

“I’d hope so.” He smirked.

“The other just has an extra stop to the basement and underground storage unit.”

“Ah weel, good thing I followed you! I didna fancy getting mugged or murdered today.” He joked with a roguish wink. I laughed nervously, concentrating on not spewing words thoughtless back to this man.

“Second floor, madam.” The elderly attendant said as he opened the double gated doors.

“Thank-you Jacob.” I turned back to the beautiful man, committing his face to memory.

“Have a good day!” He said, holding out a hand. I couldn’t speak and blushed rushing for the door to the women’s hall, blushing the entire time.



“Hmm?” I jolted, turning my head to see concerned blue eyes of my husband searching my own.

“Where did ye go? I thought for a moment ye had fallen asleep but yer eyes were open and ye were twirling a lock of yer hair.”

“Do you remember the day we met?” I whispered ignoring his question, as he lazily drew circles on my protruding stomach. I felt rather than heard his laugh.

“Aye. Ye were so flustered and adorable. I nearly followed you to wherever ye were headed that day. I’m even surprised I have a job after the daze ye left me in.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Surely I didn’t cause that much of an upheaval?”

“Och! But ye did Sassenach. Ye did.” He paused, fingers stilling over my belly button, then quickly pulled me tighter against his chest. “Ye were the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. Your hair wild and loose, and yer outfit, Christ! Ye were so brazen in yer pants and sleeveless top, I thought I’d walked into another world.”

“If you knew why I looked that way…” I trailed off shaking my head. “I was in the restroom just before meeting you in the lobby. Coffee had just spilled down my respectable clothes and I had to change into something more comfortable that was in my bag.”

“Ye wee fiend! Ye spilled yer coffee on purpose to change!” His fingers grazed the sensitive side of my ribs and I squealed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Yes!” I heaved between laughs, my lungs burning and tears streaming down my face. “Alright, is that what you wanted to hear? I couldn’t stand the pale yellow dress that was required and when Geillie stood up at our desk I hit the desk with my knee causing hers, and my drinks to spill down the front of my dress.”

I could feel Jamie’s smile against my neck as he smothered his laughter in my skin.

“I knew I married a canny one.” His laughs turned into sighs as he nuzzled deeper into my skin. “I canna say that I’m sorry ye tend to break the rules, Sorcha.”

“Oh, why’s that?” I asked, turning my head to try and see him, but getting a face full of unruly, short red curls.

“If ye hadna broken the rules and gone to the lavatory to change, I never would have met ye in that elevator. And I would ne’er change the events of that day.”

I smiled, brought his knuckles to my lips and kissed them. “Nor would I. How did you find me, we never exchanged names, or even said more than a few–embarrassing, on my part– words?”

Jamie shifted so that I was laying on my back and he was propped up on an elbow, looking down at me.

“During my interview with the Latin department, I inquired what was on the second floor of the building.” He leaned down and kissed my temple. “And when they said the women’s institution hall I knew I had to try and find ye again.”

“It didn’t take you long. What? All of three days went by before you were standing outside the lifts with a solitary yellow tulip.”

“Aye, that’s when I finally had the balls to stand there and wait hoping ye’d show yerself.”

I reached up and stroked his cheek and the day’s old stubble that resided there. “I do love you, and can’t tell you how happy I am that you did come to find me that day.”

“I couldna see my life without you. That day ye were babbling and mumbling to me in that lift, I knew ye were it for me.”

“My babbling endeared you. Oh my how I have the greatest ability!” I exaggerated sarcastically laughing as he began tickling my sides.

We twined our bodies together heaving from the laughter. A quick beat of little feet startled us both.

“Seems like he likes his parents happy,” Jamie whispered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmm, she wants us to settle down. It is her nap time after all.”

Jamie bent down, caressing my now exposed stomach. “Shh wee one. We’ll calm down now. Go sleep and become strong so that ye can join us in the world verra soon. Tha gaol agam ort, mo chridhe.” He finished this with a kiss to my stomach, followed by a kiss on my lips.

“I never thought I’d say I can thank my happiness to spilled coffee and a lift, but I’m glad that I can.”

  • it was a simple, but sweet valentines day
  • you made dinner together and ate in bed at the end of the day you fell asleep cuddling 💛

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Words I Meant To Say

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky had realized that he loved you, and it was the best feeling ever. The only thing left was to let you know and finally say those three beautiful words.

A/N: guess who can’t write angst but still tries? I cringe every time I read my last fic and I thought maybe I should try again. So it’s fluffy in the beginning but has a not so happy ending. It might have a second part based on the response I get. Hope you like it and don’t hit me with a brick!

Warning(s): blood, violence, swearing, wounds, bullets.

Word Count: 1647

Originally posted by bovaria

I love you. the simplest words, the simplest sentence, yet, the most difficult and most meaningful thing to say. Even more so when you were trained to oppress feelings, to feel nothing and obey orders like a domesticated hound.

Bucky loved you. it was clearer than the clearest of crystals that, he loved you. he adored even the simplest things you did. how you would always make sure you gave him thousands of sweet kisses and compliments each day, how you would let him use you as a pillow when he had a bad day or dream, how you would let him be silent when he couldn’t muster the words, how you would understand him so well, in other words how you were such a great lover and human, was something he loved to every bit.

‘love.’ He thought as he stared at the ceiling. These thoughts became more of a chaos when you were lying asleep beside him. he looked at you and admired you as the delicate rays of the sun complimented your features. ‘I should say it.’ he thought and sighed, turning his gaze back to the ceiling. ‘I mean, I love her. it’s so damn clear, everyone says so, Steve says so. She’s perfect and loves me for who I am. Why am I waiting so long like a fucking idiot to say the fucking words?’

‘I’ll do it!’ he jumped up on the bed making you fall right off it. he quickly shuffled to the other side to see if you were okay. ‘oh god (y/n), I am so sorry!’ he said half hanging from the bed.

‘it’s okay,’ you smiled with your eyes still heavy. You rubbed your head and sat on your knees, face inches from his and one hand on his cheek. ‘good morning, buck’ you placed a quick peck on his lips and he smiled. ‘what was that if I may ask’ you climbed up the bed and snuggled next to him.

‘uh, a-a dream. A really stupid dream, don’t think about it.’ he rubbed your back soothingly and you let out a small chuckle in response.

‘I have training with Natasha’ you got up but he pulled you back in his chest.

‘do you have to?’ he asked wrapping his arms around your waist.

‘yes, yes I do.’ you looked I his steely blues. ‘let go of me, James. That’s an order’ you said in your most intimidating and deep voice. He smirked and turned you over on the bed, getting on top of you.

‘what if I don’t?’ he pressed his forehead against yours.

‘in that case,’ you used your powers and made him levitate.

‘not fair!’ he complaint and crossed his arms.

‘you are stronger than me,’ you collected your clothes from the wardrobe. You stopped at the gate of the bathroom and looked at the floating winter soldier. ‘pinning me on the bed wasn’t fair either.’

‘oh, you love it when I do that.’ He wiggled his brows and you rolled your eyes playfully.

‘yeah, yeah I do.’ you muttered and made him drop on the bed. he said a muffled ‘thanks’ and you got in the bathroom.

‘you need help with that? You will be done sooner that way!’ he called out.

‘no, barnes! I don’t!’ you answered and he grinned.

The day was disastrous after that. He tried many ways to say the tree magical words but he failed, each time, magically. He first made you a breakfast with a heart made on the pancake and the ‘I’ and ‘u’ alongside it. but god knows how it didn’t reach you and was eaten by someone else.

The next time he decided to say it, he either stuttered, got called in for the mission details he had to go for that day or was interrupted by Sam. It was all going exactly as planned.

‘Bucky’s behaving really strange today’ you said out of nowhere sitting next to Natasha.

‘yeah..’ she looked at him suspiciously and he quickly turned his gaze away. ‘bitch is hiding something.’ She squinted her eyes.

‘I don’t know,’ you said with frustration evident in your voice. ‘he tries to say something but then doesn’t.’ you crossed your arms and leaned your head back on the couch. ‘I can get it’s difficult for him to speak it out but It gets tiring you know?’ you looked at her and she nodded understandingly. He looked at you again and you couldn’t take it, you quickly walked over to him.

‘hey, doll.’ He grinned trying to hide his discomfort.

‘bucky, sweety, what’s wrong?’ you caressed his cheek.

‘nothing.’ He smiled.

‘please, you’ve been acting all strange today, is something wrong? did I do something?’ you stepped closer to him.

‘no, nothing’s wrong and you for sure didn’t do anything. It’s that I, um,’ he was interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice.

‘Mr. Barnes, you are supposed to leave for your mission early. You are required to leave in 20 minutes.’ It spoke.

‘oh shi-, um, doll, it’s nothing bad. I will come back and I promise I’ll make up for all that, okay?’ he cupped your face and you nodded after letting out a relieved sigh. He smiled and kissed you before leaving.

The base was quiet and empty. Bucky was wondering why they would get a S.O.S call from such an old HYDRA base. it didn’t seem like it was used recently. He walked deeper into the base, taking a walk down the memory lane. All those memories flashing by as he looked at the abandoned equipment some out of which was once used on him.

  ‘there’s nothing here, birdy. Let’s get back.’ He said into his com.

‘’kay, and stop calling me birdy!’ Sam shot back.

‘aww, Tweety’s mad?’ he teased and Sam said a slew of curses into the com. Bucky shook his head and started to walk back to the jet.

He suddenly stopped for it wasn’t only his footsteps he could hear now. He carefully turned back but didn’t find anyone there. He ran his gaze around but before he could look at the last corner he has sent flying into a wall. He groaned and tried to find his attacker.

‘hello, soldier. You fell for that? I thought you would be smarter than that. Come on now, we are here to take you back.’ One of the agents moved forwards and got in his face. he quickly got up and struck his head with the back of his gun making him fall on the ground.

‘yeah, not happening.’ Bucky said before he was attacked by the others. He put up a fight and was too much for them to handle.

‘the enhanced, get him!’ someone shouted and Bucky tried to look out but he was thrown against the wall. All the air was knocked out of his lungs, and his vision blacked out for a second. he was thrown around many times by some invisible force before he was dangling in the air being strangled. He looked down and saw a young man holding his hand up. he slipped his hand in his pocket and threw a knife at him. the man crouched and he was landed on the ground with a thud. He ran for cover as bullets were showered at him.

he stopped near one of the cells and hid himself under the bed. he dragged himself as much underneath it as he could and examined his wounds. He was shot thrice, had been hit on the head multiple times, probably had broken ribs and other bones which were hurting a lot. He felt a sudden coldness near him and saw he was sitting in a puddle of his own blood. he tried to contact Sam but received no answer. He leaned his head on the wall, he regret it instantly and felt like he had been struck with a hammer. His lips quivered as he breathed ruggedly and reached for his phone safely tucked in his boots. He knew he might not make it, he didn’t plan to do it this way but he had to.

‘hey buck, all done?’ your sweet enthusiastic voice aided him a little. But as the thought of not being able to hear that voice again entered his mind, it made the faint smile that had settled on his lips fade. ‘babe, you okay?’ you asked with concern as you heard his uneven breathing.

‘ Yeah, yeah I- I’m fine just sleepy.’ He managed to say in a normal voice. ‘I just wanted to talk to you; hear you’ he said. ‘for one last time.’ He though and couldn’t help the tears that started stream down his face.

‘well, I am preparing your favourite dish and just getting all your favourite stuff so that we can have a great evening.’ You chirped and he held back a sob. He quickly wiped his face but it wasn’t the tears that were blurring his vision, it was the loss of blood.

‘doll, that’s great.’ He smiled. ‘I don’t know what I did to deserve you.’ he said in a sad tone. ‘you are more than I could ever ask for and amazing in every possible way.’

‘damn it, Jamie. You’re making me blush. But you are frickin’ amazing yourself. I mean you are a great person and some sugar-coated candy.’ You said and he let out a wet chuckle. His eyes started to close but he forced them open.

‘(y/n), doll?’ he asked in a weak voice and you hummed in response. ‘I love you. I love so, so, so much.’ Tears welled up in his eyes again but he let them flow.

‘I love you too, buck. Sooo much.’ You smiled. ‘come home, darling. I just want you here so bad now.’

‘I-I’ll be always there for you, sweetheart. I love you, goodbye…’ he said before everything turned black

Good Morning. [SMUT]

Summary: you’re normally the dominate person in bed, but suddenly Luke decides to take control.

Warning: Daddy Kink, Spanking, Slight Bondage.

Word count: 2000.

Staring up at the ceiling in boredom, that’s what you usually did when you waited for it to turn 5:45, being the morning person you were.

You looked over to the left side of you seeing your snoring Boyfriend, and god was he attractive, sometimes you wonder how ended up with him, his hair was across his forehead kind of looking like had Justin Bieber’s haircut at the moment.

You giggled quietly at his flippy hair, Luke didn’t usually style his hair like this so you found this extremely hilarious.

Hiding back your laughs, you continue to study his sleeping figure, his hand laying lazily on your hip, He never failed to give you butterflies, some days you were afraid this ‘Honeymoon phase’ all the fans claimed was all you’d ever be just a girl to him, nearly crushing you with anxiety..

But right now you’d enjoy this 'Honeymoon phase.’

You looked over at the clock seeing in electric lettering that it was one minute away From 5:45.

In one quick motion, you put one leg over Luke’s hips, him only slightly moving at the contact where you could feel his normal morning wood, Leaning down carefully you kissed Luke’s collarbone, leaving heavy and slow kisses up to kiss lips.

“Hmm.” He moaned, his eyes barely open as you kissed his lips softly, quickly detaching afraid he didn’t like your morning breath.

“Morning babe,” you mumbled, grinding down onto him, his hips trying to meet yours sweetly but you just pushed his hips back down sexily.

“phhhhmmmm..” He hissed in pleasure closing his eyes “Stop teasing please.” Luke whimpered, his voice dark and husky.

“I don’t know. you’re pretty fun to tease.” You smirked, pride in making him feeling feel like this was obvious,

And Luke seemed to have enough of you’re slow touches and grinding that was slowly leading to nowhere.

His hands gripped your hips swinging his own legs over your thighs and his hands by your head, as your head hit the pillows with an 'Oopf’ looking at him with wide eyes, usually during your regular morning sex he liked you being dominant and confident but today was different.

“I told you not to tease me Princess,” His finger trailing down your jawline, causing goose bumps to run up your neck and arms.

You wouldn’t consider Luke as vanilla in bed, but sex was pretty simple but passionate, so seeing this side of him was new, and not to mention he was usually grumpy in the morning, but when it came to morning sex you didn’t know what would happen.

You could feel yourself get wetter from below him, this new side causing you to get a lot more wild up,

His hands slipped to you’re pink linen Panties, one finger simply messaging you, you bit your lip in pleasure, as you desperately wanted to dominate again, but you held back wanting to see this side more.

“Please..” you whimpered as he stayed the same pace not even entering you, the wetness becoming unbearable,

Clinging to his bicep, your muscles tense not getting any words out as you almost slipped your hand down to your parts but his then quickly grabbed your wrists in one hand.

“Naughty.” He tsked, his eyes this dark blue lusty color, “Use your words Princess.” he whispered, biting teasingly on your earlobe.

“I-I.” You stuttered, you, the confident girl who was dominate in bed couldn’t find words, “Add..” your back arched off the back of the bed when he rubbed over your clit, “Add another finger.” You panted out quickly, looking at him desperately, he smirked in victory loving the feeling of making you beg for him, his boner becoming more and more rock hard.

“Please, Luke.” You grunted hands fighting his tight grasp,  but his hours of working out seemed to get him to win.

“That’s not my name, it’s Daddy.” His cool piercing gliding over your cheek, teasingly, you shuddered in pleasure, you had found his internet history on daddy kink once, and teased him about not being as dominate, but clearly, he was just waiting for the right moment.

The wetness between your folds grew, “Daddy, pretty please.” and with those simple words suddenly there were two large fingers curled in your pussy, you gasped in pleasure expecting just one finger but this was even better.

He pumped his fingers inside of you, and nearly blinded by complete pleasure, as he pumped faster as you began to fall apart at his touch, but pulled his fingers out last minute licking them clean, leaving you panting and looking at him angrily, he can’t just do that!


“What did you just say?” He raised an eyebrow leaning closer his eyes dark with a sinister smirk on his lips.

You blanched, “How I’m a bad girl and Daddy need’s to punish me?” You bit your lip and stared up at him innocently, hoping he’ll let you cum.

“Good girl.” He kissed your head, and brought his wet middle finger to his lips, tasting your juices, just turning you on more.

“How about you have a taste of yourself, Princess?” and with that sentence he brought his pointer finger to your swollen lips, you licked up his finger staring him in the eyes the whole time and wrapping your pretty little mouth around just his pointer finger, tasting your sweet juices that surprisingly tasted like a mix of fruit.

You moaned, you never really tasted yourself before, and you were sure Luke’s cum tasted better.

“Such a naughty little thing.” He licked his lips,

“Turn over baby, and ass high in the air.” he got up off the bed, and went somewhere in your closest to retrieve something.

With those simple commands in mind your ass was as high as it could go as you bent over the bed doggy style, never once as Luke tried to be dominate and god dammit it wasn’t normal, you were top.

“Good girl, I might not be so hard on you,” Luke said walking towards you, you looked behind you to see two shiny hands cuffs in his hands,  his eyes too busy staring at your ass, you were surprised by the handcuffs from your old Halloween costume last year when you were both SWAT.

He gave a firm slap to you’re ass making it jiggle, you bit your lip in pleasure, you wanted him to do it over and over again.

the handcuffs were around your wrist quickly, snapping into place, you being slightly nervous as the thought of Luke missing the keys, but you trusted him, as the handcuffs wrapped around the metal head board, only actually using one hand cuff and setting the other on the bedside table

“Such a bad little princess.” He hummed, crawling up on the bed, his hands roaming over your butt curiously.

“Daddy..” you Groaned pushing back onto his finger when he fingered you gently, but you got denied again.

“Don’t.” He simply noted ruggedly as you desperately tried not to push back onto his glorious fingers.

You were a whimpering mess by the time he was done fingering you, and then were surprised by when a loud smack echoed throughout the bedroom and a stinging sensation going up your back side, you gasped mouth agape,

“Every time I spank you I want you to say, Thank You, Daddy,’ Got it?” rubbing his hand over your sore spot, you whimpered in response practically drunk on his words.

Another smack came down on your ass, “What do you say, Princess?” You shuddered to feel your own sweetness starting to drip down your thigh slowly.

“Thank you, Daddy.” you get out quietly.

His palm came harder down on your ass “Louder.” making tears come to your eyes but you really wanted him to spank you over and over,

“T-thank you Daddy.” you could practically feel his smirk.


You were soaking by the time he was done losing count on how many times he spanked you, all you knew was that it was going to be a rough day sitting down, but you practically made a small puddle out of your arousal.

“Good girl.” He laid a soft kiss to your ass, as you simply replied with “Thank you daddy.” so used to saying that sentence, and the fact you would easily do this again, his mouth trailing down to your pussy where it was pulsing wanting some kind of release.

“Hmm, do you want to cum sweetie?” He cooed, his lips running along your own pussy lips, you groaned he was like magic and god yes, “Yes, Please.” You wanted to lean further back on his gorgeous lips but the handcuffs that were already embedded in your wrists.

“Only while you’re riding Daddy’s big cock.” he slapped your pussy making you nearly fall over on the bed but Luke held your hips, you were a shaking mess under his hold.

“Please, I love your cock.” you were desperate for any kind of release and it was true he knew all your good spots.

“Okay, Baby girl, just because you took those spankings so well.” Leaning close to your ear his hot breath making you want to kiss those lips and ride him, but god he was in control now.

He reached over towards your hands and undid the unbearable handcuffs, you rubbed your wrists in relieve but Luke yet again was in control as he bent you over putting your face into the pillows, and ass in clear view.

“Fuck baby girl.” He groaned rubbing his hand over sore butt that most likely had his hand prints on them,

“Luke  . . p-please.” You grunted out as he ran his rough fingers over your pussy just barely pushing in but then pulled back.

“What’s my name?”

You wanted to moan out in frustration, all you wanted to do was cum after being denied so many times,

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” you whimpered wanting to chase your high.

“That’s not good enough Princess.” His voice angry and husky making that little bundle in your stomach knot even more, as you were desperate for any kind of friction staring into the endless abyss of the darkness known as the pillow.

You turned your head seeing he was just about down stripping out of his boxers, his cock looking so good as it laid against his stomach, making you reach towards him no longer getting restrained by the handcuffs.

“Don’t make me handcuff you again.” He demanded he took your hips into his hands pulling you towards him in one quick tug.

“I’m going to wreck you sweetheart.” he grinned lining up with your hole, as his tip slid teasingly against you, making you moan in response.

Luke slammed mercilessly into you not giving you any time to adjust to his size, You moaned at this harsh new side of Luke, panting and whining only being able to focus on the fact he showed no mercy.

Your ass was burning as he continued to slam into you, his balls slapping against you, his soft groan echoing from behind you, both of your pants mixing together as you chased your high, getting there a lot faster than you expected.

The knot in your stomach had reached a new high, “Daddy!” you screamed, “Mmm’ I-'mm..” you could barely speak your own words becoming slurred as you tried to beg him to let you cum.

“C-close” you finally whimpered out feeling as he pumped in and out of you,  your core practically melting under his touch.

“Not yet.” He moaned as you bit my lip wanting to let go so badly, just to feel your body in complete euphoria, but you knew you wouldn’t last the day with Luke’s harsh spankings if you disobeyed.

“Please..” you knew you wouldn’t last if he kept going, as you tried so hard to hold on to the knot that was ready to release itself.

He twitched inside of you  finally cumming himself,  but his tired thrusts continued leaving you practically climbing the wall,

“Go ahead, Princess.”

As soon as you heard the word 'go’ you let go, your legs shaking as you swore everything else became silent for a solid minute you just shaking in complete pleasure, it was like you had seen Heaven.

your heavy pants entered your hearing again as you pried your eyes open seeing Luke licking up your mixed juices, “Hmm, No… too much.” you tried to stray away from his gorgeous lips feeling exhausted.

“Let me clean you up baby girl.” He pulled me back to his tongue kitten licking your insides, your thighs still shaking from the aftermath, and your core sore in red.

“That was amazing.” Luke grinned falling onto the bed next to you, as you stared at his messy hair and a light coat of sweat covering his beautiful features.

You couldn’t really say anything part of it being that you were surprised by the outcome of your usually normal morning sex and the fact that were exhausted from getting, quote on quote “Wrecked.”

Luke seemed to curl back under the covers and fall back to sleep in a matter of seconds his heavy breathing filling the room as you stared at your amazing boyfriend, and god you’d give up being top any day.

as you looked over at the clock again seeing you were late for work.

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Trigger warnings(?) : Mental health problems, brain injury (speech impediments, deteriorating mobility - not anxiety/depression)

It was all too good to be true. Stan knew it was far too optimistic to believe that his brother would have no lasting effects of the electrical torture Bill put him through. For the first few days after Weirdmageddon, as Stan was recovering his memories, Ford had seemed fine. Sure, he seemed to keep passing out at random moments and forgetting things nearly as much as Stan himself, but Stan chalked the sleep down to exhaustion. He doubted that Ford had had a moment’s rest while in Bill’s clutches. He didn’t think much of it when Ford fell asleep face-down into his lunch one day.

It was only after a week that things started getting scary. The twins had gone home and hadn’t picked up on Ford’s strange behaviour. Stan had, though. Before Weirdmageddon, Ford always walked with a slight spring in his step, always confident, a man on a mission. Now, Ford walked almost bow-legged. He barely bent his knees and his legs were too far apart. He seemed to stumble and trip a lot, too. Stan had been startled one evening to find Ford lying face-down on the carpet, struggling to get back up. He didn’t seem to be able to hold a pen without dropping it, either.

It wasn’t just his walk or his movements that were weird. Ford always talked very articulately, enunciating his words quickly and precisely, as if he had swallowed a dictionary. Now, he stuttered and stumbled over his words, struggling to speak. His eyes were always unfocused and Stan was downright worried when he noticed them darting back and forth across the room at a dizzyingly fast pace. Ford didn’t seem to be able to say a simple sentence without struggling to speak, as if he were a young child learning to read for the first time.

It was when these symptoms started showing up that Stan really got concerned. He knew there was something wrong with his brother, but he had no idea what. Well, he knew what was wrong with him, he just didn’t know why. As the days passed, Ford’s symptoms only grew worse and worse until he was barely able to say his own name without pausing and thinking, before slowly letting the word roll off his tongue.

Stan decided to do some digging. He borrowed almost every available book on neurology, psychology, medicine and the human brain that he could find. He spent hours upon hours pouring through them, trying to find an answer to his brother’s odd behaviour. He knew it would be much faster looking up the symptoms online, but Stan had never quite grasped the concept of the Internet.

As he scanned through a fourth book on psychology in his favourite living room chair, he heard something smash in the kitchen, immediately followed by a startled yelp. He set the book down and rushed into the kitchen to find Ford sitting amongst some broken glass and a puddle of water, shards of glass sticking into his hand. Blood slowly dripped down his hand and onto the floor.

Stan sighed, kneeling beside his brother and using some paper towel to mop up the water. He collected the shards of glass on the table before helping Ford to his feet. Ford stumbled, having to lean against his brother for support. Holding Ford’s injured hand by the wrist in one hand, Stan slung Ford’s other arm around his shoulders and guided his brother to the bathroom. He sat Ford down on the closed toilet lid and began removing the shards of glass from Ford’s hand. Ford let out a sharp hiss and a few slurred mumbled words ever so often. It had gotten to the point where Stan could barely understand what his brother was saying. It broke Stan’s heart to see Ford like this. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must be like for Ford.

Once the glass was removed, Stan cleaned and wrapped Ford’s hand securely. Ford sniffled a little bit. Stan looked up to see tears trickling down his brother’s face. Ford let out a choked sob and leaned forward into Stan’s shoulder. He struggled to get his arms up around his brother’s back.

Stan lifted Ford’s arms up so they were around his neck before pulling his brother close. Stan sat on the bathroom floor and gently lifted Ford off the toilet and sat him in his lap like a young child. Ford buried his face in Stan’s neck, trembling with quiet sobs. Stan kept his brother in a tight hug. “Oh Poindexter… wish I knew what was wrong with you…” he murmured quietly.

Ford sat up a little bit, bringing one hand up to his head. He weakly tapped a finger against his skull, his eyes downcast. He mumbled something, his words slurred inaudibly.

Stan frowned. “I know, your brain’s all messed up, bud. Wish I could work out why, though.”

Ford shook his head. He curled his hand into a fist and knocked it against his head. Stan was startled to hear what sounded like metal beneath his brother’s scalp. His eyes widened. “Ford…? Is that… is that metal?!”

Ford nodded, his face lighting up a little bit. His arms dropped weakly back to his side. He tried to pull himself to his feet by gripping onto the sink, but lacked the upper body strength. Stan caught the hint and helped his brother up, looping one of Ford’s arms over his shoulders again.

Ford stumbled in the direction of his bedroom. Stan held him up as slowly the pair left the bathroom and walked down the hall. Ford slumped into the chair by his desk and grabbed a pen, clutching it in his fist as tight as he could manage. He dragged over a scrap piece of paper and put the pen down.

Stan watched in anticipation as Ford began drawing on the paper. The lines were shaky and rough, but they were as clear as they needed to be for Stan to understand them. Ford drew a small triangle on the paper, before drawing what looked like a lemon in the middle, a small black line through the middle of the shape in the centre.

Stan swallowed. “Bill…?”

Ford nodded, grinning slightly. Stan was concerned to see that his eyes were unfocused again. He put the pen onto a clear space of the paper and drew three long, jagged lines on the page, representing a lightning strike.

Stan ran a hand through his hair, the pieces beginning to fall into place. “Bill… struck you with lightning?”

Ford put his hand out flat and tipped it side to side in a “sort of” motion. He drew a crooked stickman with something wrapped around its neck, arms and legs. He drew some small circles joined to the cuffs with more lightning bolts leading up to Bill’s eye. The whole drawing was shaky and childlike, but Stan knew exactly what it meant.

His heart pounded in his throat as he fixed Ford with a scared look. “Bill… electrocuted you…?”

Ford nodded rapidly, his mouth open in a lopsided smile. He tapped again on the side of his head, his skull making the same metallic clunking sound. Stanley gulped. “A-and that metal in your head conducted it to your brain?”

Ford nodded again. He put his hand on Stan’s arm, his mouth wide in a grin. Stan noticed his eyes seemed focused on him and full of joy. Stan couldn’t believe it. He was in shock. The sort of electric shock Bill must have given him to cause damage like that… it made him sick. One question still lingered in the forefront of his mind.

“C-can it be cured…?”

Ford swallowed and looked away. He didn’t nod, but he didn’t shake his head either. His shoulders raised in a quick shrug. Stan noticed Ford was trembling again. He knelt to his brother’s level, wrapping his arms securely around Ford once more. Ford leaned into the hug, body shaking with fresh sobs.

Stan ran a hand through his brother’s hair. “Don’t worry, Poindexter, we’ll get you some help. We’ll get you better, I promise.” He felt Ford relax in his arms and nod slowly.

Stan wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to keep that promise.



Had to do some research for this one. Found out a ton of interesting stuff. Psychology and neurology are not my areas of expertise, though, so I apologise for inaccuracies. 

I figured that despite his problems, Ford would still be able to think and know how to help Stan understand what he was thinking. 

Opposites Attract

Originally posted by coovira

Warren Peace x Reader

Opposites Attract

Author: Morgan

Note: What is my deal with leather jacket-wearing bad boys named Warren???

A stupid crush. That’s what it was. A stupid crush on the head cheerleader. He didn’t stand a chance. She was a goody-two shoes, a preppy pink princess, and Warren was…well, Warren. Surely she didn’t want to date some hothead like him.

Working at the Paper Lantern had some perks. Free Chinese food and fortune cookies whenever he wanted it. But another perk was that it was her favorite restaurant. He’d watch many of her dates go south, sometimes helping her escape through the back door. It was the little things he did that made her smile. He would slip an extra fortune cookie in her bag or even just smile, and it made her feel like she would melt into a puddle.

You were sitting in your favorite booth by the corner, stirring your straw around in your drink, waiting for your date to get here. You had been waiting for three hours, but, you didn’t want to give up on him. One more hour. Then you would leave.

“Hey.” Warren sat across from you.

“Hey.” you sighed, shoulders slumped.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

“What’s wrong.”

“Date stood me up.” you told him. He nodded.

“I thought so. Here.” he pressed a fortune cookie into your hand. You offered a small smile. Warren just now noticed the red in your eyes from crying.


“You’re too good for him, you know. Whoever he was. If he doesn’t put forth the effort to treat you like the princess you are, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Thanks, Warren.” you sniffled, wiping your tears on a napkin.

“Don’t mention it.” Warren snapped, the tip of his finger producing a small flame, and lit the lone candle sitting on the table.

“Do you, uh, could you keep me company? If it’s not too much trouble…”

He took a glance around the nearly-empty restaurant. It didn’t seem like his help was going to be needed any time soon.



When you decided to leave, Warren insisted on clocking you out and walking you home to make sure you made it there safely. You faced him on the front porch. Out of nowhere, you hugged him.

“Thank you. For tonight. You turned a disaster date into a nice night.” you told him. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.

“How about next time I take you somewhere other than my workplace?”

“Are you asking me out, Mr. Peace?”

“Um, yeah. I guess. If you want or whatever.” he shrugged, cheeks burning bright red. You stood on your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You swear you saw steam rise from it.

“See you at school, Warren.” you sauntered into the house. “I don’t have any plans this Friday night.”

“I’ll pick you up at 8,” he smirked, trying to shake off the giddy feeling inside of him, but you could see right through his tough-guy act.

“It’s a date.”

everything is lost

GENRE:    angst, make-up
WORDS:    1512
SUMMARY:  robert confronts aaron over his comments

i thought this was ooc for ever but oh WELL (thanks for your help, @beautifulhigh​!

Robert’s angry.

Their bedroom is a mess, clothes strewn about the floor, the bed covers half hanging off. It should be comforting, usually makes Robert feel the press of love behind his breastbone. Now it just infuriates him. He wants to break something, cause some damage, and clenches his hands into fists. He can’t do it, can’t give in to his rage, not when he’s trying so hard to be better.

For what, he thinks nastily, sitting on the edge of the bed. It’s Aaron’s side, his wet towel sitting in a puddle on the floor. Robert grits his teeth, hates it anyway, but now - now he just wants to tear it to shreds.

There’s footsteps on the stairs and the hair on the back of Robert’s neck stands on end. Aaron, then.

Dropping his head into his hands, Robert tries to keep his anger in check. He doesn’t want to lash out, not now, not when he’s supposed to be strong.

“Wondered where you’d got to.” Aaron says it lightly, like everything’s fine.

“Wanted to be on my own.”

Aaron doesn’t get the hint, comes into the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. “Think Liv’s feeling better.”

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Should have held on tighter
to the billowing sheers of simple
happiness –

When the waves came crashing in
I can’t say; the tides receded swiftly,
leaving me soaked to the skin,
wringing melancholy

And I sit here in a puddle –
somewhat amused, somewhat mussed –
my little sandcastle mulched,
yet atop its destruction –
somewhat ruffled, somewhat bewildered –

A startled cygnet came to be.

About Liam Kosta

I guess everyone knows what this is about. It’s about that spoiler stating that Liam Kosta is supposed to be a straight romance option.
All I can say is that I am beyond sad and disappointed about it. When I start a game like Mass Effect I will create a character that resembles me to an extent. I am a 24 years old gay guy that only had one relationship back when I way 18. Since then I’ve been alone (except for family and friends). And that kinda reflected on my ME playthroughs. Back in ME 1 there was no m/m option so my mshep was alone. The same goes for ME 2. Then in ME 3 I was introduced to Cortez. And I liked him. But I couldn’t romance him, because he was still mourning his husband. Then suddenly Kaidan came along and saved the day. But this romance was too short in comparison to romances that went from ME 1 to ME 3.
So imagine my excitement when MEA was announced. I was hoping that the people responsible for the ME franchise had learned. I was excited about Liam when he was announced.

And now this. He is supposed to be straight. So I fell in love with a straight dude… again. Again you ask? That’s what is happening to me in real life every so often. I feel left alone by one of my favorite game developers.

If I look at the potential romance options for the game all I see is the great pool for m/f and f/f with great ladys. And I am sitting here in a small puddle of unloved m/m options.

I see many posts that say they will cancel the pre-order or don’t buy the game at all because of this spoiler.
I am not one of these persons. MEA has so much things to explore and I am still excited about the game.
But I can’t help it. I feel left alone again and sad.

I hope some of you guys can understand my struggle. And that the spelling mistakes in text are not too repulsive. I am from Germany.

Okay. I’ve been trying to hold this in, but I can’t. Today’s GTLive stream was the most beautiful thing.

1) They reached the 1,000,000 sub count while streaming, like, 20 minutes into the stream. As soon as Jason put up the counter that bitch went through the roof.

2) Bottle Flipping Science That Stephanie Is Too Good For™

3)Stephanie had to drink her own water.

4)Stephanie was being a lil brat to Matthew the ENTIRE time. You can tell matthew was a tad annoyed but he thought it was cute.

5)When Steph said Matthew wasn’t the type to share anything Matthew turned to her so fast and quietly said, “I shared my life with you…. I share my thoughts, my feelings, and my deepest, darkest secrets” Mannnnnn, that FUCKED ME UP. I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME LIKE MATTHEW LOVES STEPHANIE!

6) Matt failing almost 95% of the time and getting bashful.

7)Jason freaking out and yelling, “THE CURTAINS!!!!” when Matthew poured the soda on Steph’s head.



10)Steph bending over the table and Matt letting a deadpan “That’s a nice view.” (i think he didn’t mean to say that but you KNOW I FUCKING LOST MY SHIT)

11)“Yeah I know, I’m sitting in your puddle of failure.” -Steph 2017 (she was talking about the pool of diet coke at their feet)

12) trashbag ponchos that did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

13) Chris needs to protect everything.

14) Jason is a little shit.

15)The entire stream was about BOTTLE FLIPPING.


They are all such beautiful people. And Mat and Steph are perfect for each other, I hope they have a long and happy marraige. They deserve nothing less than to be happy.

Cat Allergies (Ch. 2)

Summary: As Mickey does what he can to stay healthy while having the cat in their apartment, he’s forced to make an appointment with an allergist.

Word Count: 993

Notes: Here’s the part two that people have been asking for.. Hope you like it!

As usual, Mickey woke up from his sleep with a runny nose and puffy eyes, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. A few days have passed since Ian surprised Mickey by getting a kitten. He decided he didn’t need to call the doctor because his sickness didn’t get overly terrible, but he also decided to keep that a secret from Ian.

He got up from the bed he shared with his boyfriend, and put a t-shirt on. Mickey made his way down the stairs to find Ian holding their kitten in one hand, while cooking breakfast with the other. The sight of a happy Ian gave Mickey a fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He smiled, and made his way towards the redhead. He wrapped his arms around the middle of Ian’s torso, and kissed the back of his neck. “Morning, babe,” he mumbled to Ian. “Morning, Bo,” he pet the kittens head.

“Good morning, sicky,” Ian mocked him because he heard how congested his boyfriend sounded.

Mickey scoffed and backed up so he could look at Ian’s face. “I’m not sick. Pretty much everyone has fucking allergies,” he tried to say convincingly.

“I don’t have allergies,” Ian replied in an informative and confident before putting the kitten on the ground so he could finish cooking breakfast.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Well you’re a fucking weirdo,” he joked, causing Ian to scowl at him.

“You know I just worry about you, asshole,” Ian said sincerely. Mickey nods. “When is your appointment with the allergist?”

Luckily for Mickey, Ian was looking at him when he asked because his eyes widened at the question. “Ummm–” He cuts himself off with a sneeze. “Soon,” he lied. He hated lying to Ian, he just didn’t want to go to the doctor. “I got it under control,” he tried to sound truthful.

Ian cocked his eyebrow up when he heard the tone of Mickey’s voice. Mickey never lied to Ian, but for some reason, the redhead had a feeling that his boyfriend wasn’t telling him the full truth. “You sure?”

“Yeah– yeah.” Mickey avoided eye contact. “It’s all under control.”

“Okay,” Ian said in a questionative tone.

The couple then ate their breakfast in silence– aside from Mickey’s sneezes. Ian got up and kissed Mickey on the head before going to get ready for work, leaving Mickey sitting at the kitchen table in a puddle of his own guiltiness. He knew he should’ve never told Ian he scheduled himself a doctor’s appointment when he didn’t, he just didn’t want to add stress into Ian’s life.

Suddenly, breaking him from his thoughts, Bo crawled into Mickey’s lap. The little gray and white kitten purred and rubbed his fur against Mickey’s shirt. Mickey grinned and lightly pet him for a little while before falling into a sneezing fit. He then picked the cat up. “Hey, buddy, you gotta stop makin’ me sneeze,” he chuckled. The kitten continued purring. “You are a cute little fuck, aren’t ya?” Mickey smiled.

Ian walked out to where Mickey and Bo were and grinned at the interaction between his boyfriend and their pet– it was adorable. Ian then realized how late it was, and quickly kissed Mickey goodbye. “You gotta get dressed, Mick, you have an interview today at the auto shop on Main Street!” He said frantically. “Good luck, I love you,” he kissed his cheek and started for the door.

“Love you too,” Mickey called out before Ian left.

* * *

Later that night, Mickey and Ian were supposed to celebrate because Mickey finally landed a job as a mechanic. To their demise, when Ian arrived home, he found Mickey lying in bed with a pile of used tissues around him. His eyes were red and puffy as well, which caused the redhead to frown.

“There were strays outside of the apartment today,” Mickey sneezed as his informed Ian of why his allergies were acting up like this. “I took some cat food out to feed ‘em, so that’s probably why I’m so fucking sick right now,” he shoved his face into the pillow.

Ian ran his fingers through Mickey’s hair. “Seriously when is doctor’s appointment? I can’t have this getting any worse.”

“Well—” Mickey said in a tone that explained everything.

“You didn’t fucking schedule the appointment! What the fuck, Mickey?” Ian paced and let out a frustrated groan. Fucking Mickey, and his stubborn ass. Why the hell wouldn’t he want to go to the doctor?

“I wasn’t that bad!” Mickey yelled back. “I could manage it on my own!”

Ian shook his head and pulled his cellphone out of his back pocket. “I’m making the fucking appointment for you.” He then proceeded to call the allergist and schedule an appointment for the next day– which he got by saying it was an extreme emergency. He didn’t want to wait any longer and give Mickey the chance of cancelling it.

After a few argumentative comments from the sick man lying in the bed, Ian eventually got his attention. “Fucking listen to me! I want to see you healthy because I fucking care about you. Stop being so stubborn for once, you’re going to the fucking doctor whether you can handle it on your own or not.”

Mickey laid back into the pillows. “Fine,” he said quietly.

* * *

To make sure Mickey actually went, Ian took the day off from work so he could come with Mickey to the allergist. Surprisingly, Mickey didn’t complain as much as Ian thought he would.

After a few tests, the doctor concluded that Mickey was very allergic to cats, like they already knew, but he needed treatment for it. Once a month, it was required for Mickey to come in a get shots. He also had to take one pill a day to manage everything.

As long as Mickey followed the rules— which he promised to– he’d live happily and healthily with a pet kitten in his and Ian’s home.

Midnight Scrum What-if

               Season. 4. Of. Race. To. The. Edge. Was. Absolutely. AMAZING!

               If you haven’t seen the season, I totally recommend you go and watch it. NOW! Guys, it was so awesome. Not only did we get LOADS of Hiccstrid (guys, I fangirled so hard. I could hardly breathe when they first kissed!) but it was also hilarious, action packed, and full of “What!? Did that seriously just happen!?”

               So at the end of Blindsided, I just sat there for a second staring at the screen like “Do I dare go to the next episode?” Then, I thought, “Ugh, is this going to be like other series I’ve seen where they kiss once and never bring it up again?” so I clicked the next episode and almost right away they share an almost-kiss and then another kiss! I was so thrilled! What will season 5 bring!?

               Well, anyways, here is a new FanFiction. Please review, and I’ll update soon! :D

               “Get him Toothless!” Stoick shouted, aiming his battle axe towards Ryker. Astrid smiled when she saw Toothless step forward and open his mouth, preparing to fire at the man who’d kidnapped Hiccup.

               But then, Astrid’s heart skipped a beat when Ryker grabbed Hiccup’s shoulder, forcing the still dazed boy out in front of him, holding his jagged sword closer to Hiccup’s body then Astrid would’ve liked. Toothless’s screech faltered, and the purple in his throat died.

               Even though Astrid and Stormfly were hovering in the air behind Stoick, Astrid could still here what Stoick said. “Let him go, Ryker.”

               Toothless barked in agreement, growling fiercely at Ryker, but not firing for fear of hitting Hiccup.

               Ryker laughed, pressing the swords blade to Hiccup’s chest. “I don’t think so. If you want this boy to live a little bit longer, you’d better back off and let me take him to Viggo.”

               Hiccup seemed to snap back into awareness, for he began to struggle and writhe in Rykers strong grip. But Hiccup had gotten the wind knocked out of him, so hadn’t regained his strength to full force.

               Astrid’s mind was reeling. She wasn’t sure what to do. Maybe she could fly up behind Ryker and surprise him, but she had a strange feeling that Ryker wasn’t that stupid. Besides, he could still hurt Hiccup in just the split-second Astrid hurt Ryker.

               “Hiccup.” She whispered, fearing for what might happen. What to do, what to do, what to do!?

               “Dad, I’ll be fine.” Astrid heard Hiccup say. Ryker immediately slammed his beefy fist over Hiccup’s mouth, silencing him from saying any more. Hiccup stared at Stoick, his eyes telling him to just go.

               Hiccup was way too selfless. Even now, when he had a sword pressing against his chest, he was thinking about their safety instead of his own. She could tell that all he wanted them to do was to run, get out before they got hurt.

               Ha. Not happening. Astrid wasn’t leaving without Hiccup, and she had a very strong feeling Stoick felt the same way.

               Ryker pressed the sword closer to Hiccup, the blade now resting against Hiccup’s chest. Astrid gulped, knowing Ryker wouldn’t hesitate to kill Hiccup. Although Viggo probably wanted to kill him himself, the poster had said Hiccup had been wanted dead or alive. Ryker would definitely kill Hiccup if Stoick didn’t cooperate.

               Stoick took a half step forward, then set his foot back, as though struggling against an invisible force to reach his son. “Let him go.” Stoick growled, his voice lower, deadlier, darker, and fiercer then Astrid had ever heard. She had never seen Stoick this angry- not even when Hiccup had tried to train the monstrous Nightmare. Never, had Astrid heard him this angry.

               “NOW.” Stoick repeated, his hand waving the battle axe in a small arch, threatening Ryker.

               Toothless looked at Stoick, and his eyes also narrowed as he swirved his head back at Ryker. Toothless opened his mouth, purple building in his throat again as a loud screech sounded.

               “Let me go alive, with your son, and I won’t kill him.” Ryker said- or rather shouted so he’d be heard of Toothless’s screaming.

               Stoick gave a deep laugh, “And let Viggo kill him? I don’t think so.”

               Ryker shrugged. “Then in that case…”

               It all happened so fast- and yet so slow. It played out in seconds to minutes before Astrid’s terror filled eyes. Ryker pulled the sword back, and Hiccup tried to jump aside as the sword came down, embedding into Hiccup’s side. Everything was blurry, and Astrid’s ears weren’t working properly. Everything sounded like they were under water, all except Hiccup’s scream. That came piercing loud and echoing right through her skull and deep into her heart.

               The beat of Stormfly’s wings continued to pound through her head as she watched Ryker withdraw the sword, and let Hiccup crumple to the ground. But that was about all he had time to do, for Toothless leapt forward, taking after the man who was now scurrying away as fast as possible.

               Astrid’s senses snapped back all in one sudden moment, and it left her gasping for air. She ignored her shock, not hesitating to jump off Stormfly’s back eight fee to the ground, stumbling slightly as she found her footing. She stumbled forward, never slowing her pace a she made in made haste after Stoick towards Hiccup’s body.

               Stoick crashed to the ground beside his son, hurrying to roll Hiccup over onto his back. Astrid zipped around to Hiccup’s other side, helping Stoick turn him over. The first thing she noticed was the blood. Thor, all that blood. Hiccup’s armor was slick with it, and the bottom of his red shirt was soaked in the stuff. Astrid froze at the sight, barely able to breathe when she saw the large slit in the copper armor. The blood was bubbling from the wound, and the sight made her want to be sick. But she fought against it, for she was a Viking, and Viking’s couldn’t be squeamish. But this was Hiccup! And he had just suffered from a severe stab wound to the stomach… can somebody even survive that?

               But Hiccup was breathing- thank goodness. His breath was shaky and rattling in his chest, each breath coming out as a gasp. Each one sounded hard to do and painfilled, making this situation feel so much more real and life threatening.

               Astrid looked at Hiccup’s face, and hated how white it was. The saying “face as white as snow” now made sense to her. His face was literally starch white, and his auburn hair only accented it, making it look that much paler. She raised a shaking hand to brush away a wayward bang that fell across his closed eyes, trying to stifle a sob at the sight of him so limp and lifeless.

               “No, please, Hiccup, no, please be fine. Thor, Hiccup don’t leave us. Stay with us, Hiccup. It’s going to be okay…” Astrid rambled, feeling like she had to say something positive. That’s how she was. In an un-positive situation, she spoke positive. Unlike Fishleg’s who seemed to like being their voice of doom.

               “Son, so sorry.” Stoick murmured, his eyes wide and un focused as he stared at Hiccup’s wound. “I should’ve stopped him…”

               Toothless rushed over then, cooing nonstop in worry as he ran around them, unsure as to where to go. He stopped by one of hiccup’s hands, thrusting his snout under it, but immediately with drew it, a small streak of blood streaking his nose. Toothless growled at the blood that covered Hiccup’s hand, for it had been sitting in the puddle. Toothless then groaned in worry before licking the blood off his nose, then off Hiccup’s hand.

               The other riders landed their dragons around them, all looking stricken and shocked. Astrid whipped her head around, sighing in relief when she saw Fishlegs and Heather rushing forward. Those two knew the most about medical manners- especially for such a serious case as this. Astrid knew the first aid for minor cuts or broken bones, but nothing for a deep stab room under the ribs.

               Fishlegs froze in place when he saw Hiccup, his hands going up to his mouth as he gasped out a “Oh Thor.”

               Heather didn’t stop, being the master of action. She immediately dropped the ground, hurrying to dig through Toothless’s saddle bags for the water canteen and emergency bandages. She glanced behind her shoulder at the still shocked Fishlegs. “Fishlegs, get over here and help me! He’s losing so much blood-“

               Fishleg’s launched forward, pushing Astrid aside as he bent down to help Heather. Stoick seemed to snap out of his daze as well, for he too leaned forward asking what he could do to help.

               Astrid moved up to Hiccup’s head, lifting it and setting it in her lap so he’d be more comfortable. She hesitated before pushing his bangs out of his face, revealing his white face all the more. She choked on a sob as she glanced back at the others, hurrying to look back at Hiccup’s face when she noticed they were starting to cut away Hiccup’s armor and shirt around the wound. Usually, she didn’t have a problem with blood- but this was Hiccup’s blood.

               It was different.

               “Astrid, make sure he doesn’t struggle.” Heather said, her voice calm and even, although Astrid knew she was anything but. But she didn’t say anything as she grabbed Hiccup’s hand, squeezing it slightly to let him know she was there- if he could tell at all in his unconscious state.

               “Stoick you’d better hold down his legs, he’s going to struggle.” Heather added a bit quieter since Stoick was literally right next to her. But Astrid still caught the words, and they made her heart tighten all the more to think that whatever Fishleg’s and Heather were going to do to Hiccup- that it was going to hurt him bad.

               Astrid didn’t dare look. She knew if she did, she’d pass out. It was a strange feeling- one she’d never experienced. Well, not since Hiccup lost his leg. What was it with Hiccup and making her panic like this? He worried her constantly.

               Although Astrid wasn’t watching, she knew when Heather and Fishlegs were cleaning the wound. Hiccup’s body jolted forward as though he wanted to sit up, and his eyes squeezed shot as he cried out in pain. He didn’t actually scream- which made Astrid think that maybe he hadn’t been fully unconscious earlier, but only semi-conscious. Either way, he was in a lot of pain, and to see him in pain made her heart ache for him.

               His breathing was loud, gaspy and wheezy, making it hard for Astrid to talk and be heard. But she leaned closer to his ear, squeezing his hand tighter in reassurance as she whispered soothingly. “You’re okay, hiccup. It’s going to be alright. You’re fine. We’ll get you back to Berk and Gothi can look at you, everything’ll be fine. It’ll be okay.” She rambled quickly, hoping she sounded somewhat comforting.

               Toothless had wrapped his body around Astrid, his tail going to wrap around Stoick’s body and Toothless’s tailfin rested by Hiccup’s prosthetic. The dragon had his large head resting by Astrid’s knees, near Hiccup’s head. He cooed worriedly, nudging Hiccup’s shoulder comfortingly.

               “T-Toothss…” Hiccup whispered weakly. Toothless immediately lifted his head, touching his nose against Hiccup’s cheek. Hiccup blinked his eyes, but didn’t open them. “H-hurts…”

               “I know.” Astrid said softly, trying to steady her voice. “But it’ll be alright. Fishleg’s, Heather and your Dad are taking care of you. You’ll be fine.”


               Immediately Stoick switched positions from caring to Hiccup’s wound to instead look at his son’s face. Stoick moved forward grabbing Hiccup’s other hand and squeezing it. “Aye, I’m here, son.”


               Stoick shook his head, his look darkening. “Never.” He said hoarsely. “Don’t Hiccup. I should be sorry.”

               “N-no… i-it…” Hiccup’s jaw snapped shut and he hissed through his teeth, his eyes once again clenching shut, his grip tightening around Astrid’s and Stoick’s hands. The two looked at each other, each one feeling pained at watching Hiccup suffering.

               Stoick patted Hiccup’s hand before releasing it, instead setting it on top of Toothless’s head. Hiccup ran his hand weakly back and forth over Toothless’s scales before letting it sit motionless, too weak and pained to find the strength to move it.

               “Done.” Heather stated flatly. She leaned back, and only then did Astrid look. She really shouldn’t’ve for the blood was still everywhere. On Heather’s hands, on Fishleg’s hands, even Stoick’s. And it was on all their cloths, even Astrid’s. Even Toothless still had blood on his nose from where he’d touched Hiccup’s hand.

               “He needs to get to Berk. Gothi will know what to do better than us.” Heather went on. “I don’t think anything internal was damaged, because the sword went right below his ribs and towards his back. A kidney perhaps… but I don’t think it went deep enough for that. His rib is bruised for sure, but I really can’t tell anything else…”

               “He’s not coughing blood, which is a good sign.” Fishleg’s added, his voice stuttering and cracking in his panic. Fishleg’s did not do well with stress.

               “The let’s get him to Gothi.” Stoick said, standing before leaning back to pick Hiccup out of Astrid’s and Toothless’s hold. Hiccup groaned loudly, burying his head against Stoick’s chest to muffle the sound. Toothless jumped to his feet, stepping closer to Stoick’s side to let him know he was ready.

               Stoick climbed into the saddle, positioning Hiccup carefully in his arms while also trying to get his feet into the pedals. Then, Stoick tapped his heels against Toothless’s side, although it really was unnecessary, for Toothless was already taking running leaps towards the air.

               Astrid whirled around and whistled for Stormfly. Her dragon stepped forward, squawking happily at her rider. Astrid grabbed the saddle, leaping aboard at the same moment Stormfly leapt into the sky. The other riders were also scrambling back into the dragon’s, for once no body having to tell the twins or Snotlout to actually do something.

               Astrid urged Stormfly faster, but nobody could catch up to a Night Fury when it was flying at top speeds. Already Toothless and Stoick were a long way ahead of them, nothing but a black blob against the blue sky. Astrid sighed, realizing she was shivering in fear.

               And Astrid Hofferson didn’t shiver in fear for absolutely no reason. In fact, she never shivered in fear, never ever showing that she was afraid.

               But Hiccup being hurt and literally knocking at deaths door, that had her afraid. No, that had her terrified.

               Because she knew a world without Hiccup in it was a blank, empty, lifeless world. Hiccup was everything to her… and if he died.

               She would die to. Inside, her heart would go out.

               “Hiccup, please… please be okay.” Astrid whispered to absolutely no one. But she hoped, that somewhere, someone was listening.

               So dramatic, I know. But I haven’t done a dramatic FanFic in a long time.

               So yeah, I know I said I’d be on Hiatus until the 24th, but honestly after watching RTTE season 4, I couldn’t stay away any longer! So here you go all, and enjoy! If you’re knew to my stories, you should go check out my other ones. I’ve written quite a few other HTTYD FanFictions, so if you’re in that fandom totally go check them out.

               Thanks all, and until Chapter 2!


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