sorry this wall was boring me

Everyone knows

He’ll kill me. He will, what am I thinking.

Harry returned to his book, but as he read the same boring line in his potions book for the sixth time, the words dull in his mind, meaningless, he gave up once again. He let himself watch the sunset that could be seem through the window of the library. On the wall next to Draco.

Shit, that was a mistake, wasn’t it? Because watching the sunset meant watching Draco, who kept his head down, reading one of those huge transfiguration books Harry thought only Hermione was brave enough to open. The orange sunlight wasn’t suppose to make anyone look that beautiful, especially Malfoy, but it did, somehow. His hair was longer than it’d ever been and, without the gel to keep it neat, the strands curled around the edges, his bangs covering his eyes. Harry could swear his hair was shining, almost like a Veela’s hair and he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Because they’d been sitting there for almost three hours now, because the library was empty, because he was so close, right beside Harry…

‘You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes and, even though I understand you have no manners whatsoever, I thought Granger had already taught you… Potter?’

Malfoy had finally looked at him and, by the change in his expression, from the usual sneer to one of actual concern, Harry must’ve been looking like someone about to throw up. After all, that was how he felt. 

‘Potter? Hey, what happened?’ He placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, getting closer as he did so so he could look Harry in the eyes. That concerned look was something Harry never would’ve thought he would receive from Malfoy. Actually, he could never have imagined he would spend so much time with the other boy during his eighth year, get the chance to talk to him, touch him, study with him for three hours straight without wanting to kill him. 

But it wasn’t enough. Harry wanted to talk more, all the time, or just listen to Draco’s voice for hours. He wanted to touch him, but not only small, friendly touches. He wanted all he should have wanted with Ginny, with Cho. 

Sometimes his mind would trick him into thinking Draco wanted the same thing.Those were dangerous times.

Just like in that moment.

‘Do you want me to call Madam Pince?’ He was so close. Too close.

Harry tilted his head and Draco noticed. He looked around quickly before returning his gaze to Harry’s face. Was Malfoy blushing? He didn’t move, but Harry did. Slowly he placed his hand on Draco’s cheek, their lips so close now he could smell mint from his mouth.

Harry kissed him, brushed their lips lightly at first and them actually pressed their mouths together. Draco wasn’t kissing back, though. 

'I’m kissing you’ Harry whispered against the other’s lips and kissed him softly again before opening his eyes. Why wasn’t Malfoy screaming and pushing him away?

When Harry looked at him, though, he realised something wasn’t right.

Draco was so red Harry was almost sure the boy was overheating. 

'Draco? Fuck, I- Sorry, I shouldn’t- ’

'Shhh!!!’ Draco’s hand was suddenly covering Harry’s mouth. The boy looked around again, more vigorously this time, to check if they were still alone. Harry removed Draco’s hand, holding it firmly, everything a mess in his head. 

'What the fuck…’

'Are you an idiot? We’re in the fucking library! All the fucking time in the world, all the opportunities you had, and you decide to kiss me in the library?!’

'Opportunities? Draco, I…’

'I shoud’ve known you’d do something like this but I had to listen to fucking Pansy and Granger…’ Draco ran his free hand through his hair, his face still pink.

'You wanted to kiss me… Then why?’ Harry tried his best not to move closer, grab Draco by his robes and kiss him again.

'What do you mean?’ Draco looked at him like he was insane.

'Why didn’t you?!’

Your friend and Pansy told me to wait. They told me to fucking wait because 'Oh, Harry doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings and you might scare him if you go too fast’ and I’ve been fucking waiting for you to do something for almost three months now, you imbecile!’ Draco was whispering so fast Harry thought he’d misunderstood something. 

'I’ve wanted to kiss for six months now, you prick!’ His hand wouldn’t let go of Draco’s despite the blond’s atempts to free himself from the tight grip.

Draco grabbed a small, but heavy, book from the table and hit Harry square in the chest.

'Then why didn’t you!’


They stopped suddenly, turning their heads as the figure of Madam Pince appeared from behind the closest bookshelf.

'You should be ashamed, two grown men fighting like first years! If I hear one more whisper I’ll kick both of you out of here!’

Their fingers were still intertwined under the table and their cheeks were flushed.

'Sorry’ they whispered at the same time. Madam Pince gave them her best disappointed look before turning around and walking away. 

'They know?’ Harry asked as soon as Madam Pince disappeared.

Draco gave him an annoyed look, much like those Hermione used to give him everytime he talked in the library.

'Everyone knows, except you, apparently’ His tone was sarcastic but there was sadness in his eyes. Harry placed his hand on Draco’s cheek for the second time that day, catching the blond’s attention.  

'I’m sorry. I still want to kiss you’ He tried I little smile and gave Draco a peck on the lips. He smiled back and Harry felt a pleasant, warm feeling in his chest. He loved to see Draco smile.

'You are an idiot’ He said but kissed Harry again, and again, small pecks that sent electric shocks to that warm spot in Harry’s chest. 'I’m gonna kiss you in front of that bastard Finnigan. He’s the only one convinced you don’t actually want to snog the shit out of me.’

And Harry laughed and kissed Draco again. And again.

Madam Pince kicked them out eventually but the smile on her face didn’t go unnoticed by Harry.

Funny Phantom Fopa

One time I was at a friend’s house and we were watching Harry Potter. We just had some movie site on their Xbox and we started to get a little bit bored because they’re not quite a potter fan. Their dad tells us to be quiet because he’s going to bed, (thin walls in this house, and it was reasonably late at night.) My friend tells me to pick some random movie, and since I knew they’d never seen Phantom of the Opera well I had to share that. I started playing Phantom from the Royal Albert Hall and played it at a random point in the show because we wouldn’t have time to watch it all. 

However what I forgot was the volume on the TV was full blast because for some reason the Harry Potter movie was very, very, very quiet. 

So, full blast in this friends room, ear piercingly loud, with their father in bed, we heard:


[dr]OUTLANDER Fic-Off: Young Love.

You can find the other stories penned in this series on our master-fic-lists <3 {MBD} and  {TMATC}

takemeawaytocamelot said:

You’re a wonderful person. I’m sorry I can’t do one this week, but I’ll make next week’s super amazing. Promise. Your Imagine post got me thinking about Claire needing her mum. So what if Claire still had her own mum around and was dealing with feelings for this annoying ginger Scot that keeps following her around?

Rain lashed against the windows of the large hall as Claire studiously ignored her comrades. The room, filled with miscreants and a few bored staff, was silent as they rode out their punishment.

The clock on the wall ticked out the minutes, the echo of the second hand reverberating down the wall and through the floor. Claire could feel its beat flowing from her toes to her head and back again as she turned each page of her book at an achingly slow pace.

Partly, it was defiance, reading the very article that had gotten her into this situation in the beginning. But partially, it was because it had always been her Uncle Lamb’s favourite. And now, it was hers also.

Having spent the last summer travelling all over the world with her exuberant uncle, Claire had returned to the shocking news that her father, Henry, had managed to obtain a job (in Inverness of all places!) and they were to move straight away.

Being uprooted was bad enough, but at sixteen, attending a new school and having to make new friends was the last thing Claire Beauchamp wanted to spend time doing.

Yet, here she was. Lost in the Scottish wilderness. Finishing off her studies in a place that was far too….green.

“Mr. Fraser, I see you decided to grace us wi’ yer presence…finally,” the teacher scolded, an irritation belaying the boredom that she’d tried to convey in her speech.

“Aye, sorry Miss. I didna mean to be tardy,” the young man replied, dipping his head as he apologised, “…again.”

“I see. Well, I guess it’ll be another after school for ye then, lad. Sit.”

Claire watched as the tall boy sauntered down the thin aisle, rolling his eyes as he did so.

As he passed, she glanced up from her book, feigning nonchalance as she surveyed the grand ginger Scot, a boy she hadn’t seen before.

Catching her eye, he winked. A sultry gesture that had Claire’s cheeks glowing.

Pulling the battered pages of ‘Les Miserables’ up, she hid her face and straightened her shoulders.

Good looking boys on the cusp of adulthood, she reasoned, didn’t get girls through medical school.

The shrill call of the end of detention bell dragged Claire from the growing myre of the troop of students as they rallied the barricades, and she thrust the book unceremoniously into her rucksack before standing to leave the grim hall.

“Yer new here, aye?”

His voice cut through the quiet rumbling of her fellow detainee’s chairs as they all filtered from the room, causing her to turn in shock. Not many had approached her since she’d arrived, and after knocking poor Rupert Mackenzie to the ground with a solid pound of Victor Hugo, she wasn’t expecting sleepover invites anytime soon.

“Yes, I am,” she retorted, eager to be leaving rather than striking up conversation with possible would-be allies.

“A sassenach, eh? That’s a new one. Missing the English smog yet, lassie?” he teased, amusement colouring his tone and a glint in his eye that betrayed his jest.

“I would hardly deem Oxfordshire polluted, Mr. Fraser,” she rallied, a haughty undertone to her voice as she backed away in an attempt to free herself of the obligation.

“Ach, well that isne right, is it? Ye ken my name, yet I dinna ken yers.” Laughing as he said the words, the young man in question stood forwards and took her by the hand, “I am Mr. Fraser, o’ course, but ye can call me Jamie.”

“Well, thank you for the chatter, Jamie,” she replied, squeezing his fingers under hers before pulling herself free. “I’m Claire Beauchamp, and I really must be going.”

Turning on her heel, Claire walked as fast as she was able from the hall, down the stairs and out of the schools massive double doors.

Footsteps followed at a safe distance.

He was walking behind her, but not close enough for her to see him out of the corner of her eye.

Studiously ignoring her shadow, Claire turned left out of the gates and headed in the direction of home, the darkness swallowing her as the dark nights of early winter fell across the Highlands.

“Excuse me, Claire…” Jamie broached, his deep voice catching her attention as he made himself known.

“Yes, Fraser?! What is it?!” she answered, rudely calling him only by his last name in an attempt to ward him away.

“Weel, it’s Jamie, lassie…and ye canna walk all the way back by yerself in the pitch black. Walk wi’ me, aye? We can get to know one another…better,” he added hastily, making sure he didn’t offend her more than he already had.

Rolling her eyes, Claire slowed her pace and allowed him to catch up, accepting that no matter what, Jamie Fraser was a man on a mission. “Alright, Jamie, if you wish.”

“Ach, I do,” he returned, a pride in his tone that conveyed how pleased he was to have won her over, and quite quickly at that.

For a time, they continued on in silence, their shoulders brushing every so slightly as they plodded onwards through the damp Invernessian streets.

“Do you live around her too?” Claire probed, giving in to temptation as they neared her house.

“No, I dinna. I dinna live in the centre, actually. But my Da canna fetch me for a wee while yet, so I thought I should offer up my services to a nice young lady such as yerself, ken?”

Twisting her head, Claire narrowed her eyes. She wanted to seem bothered by his assuredness that she was a damsel in distress, but, instead, her glass face gave away the steady growing affection she had been faced with.

“Well,” she replied, stopping and pointing to the small detached property that stood separate of the other houses on the cul-de-sac, “this is me. Thank you, Jamie. But I can see myself safe from this point on.”

Taking her hand once more, he leaned towards their joined digits and placed his lips, softly, along the top, tickling her sensitive skin. “It’s been a pleasure serving a detention with ye, Miss Beauchamp. I look forward to yer company again sometime soon. Good-night.”

Faster than she’d imagined, Jamie was gone. Only a brief breeze signified that he’d ever been there at all and Claire shook off the warm feelings that had taken root in her belly.

From the window, Julia Beauchamp watched as her only daughter hovered on the borderline of their new property, swinging her shoulders as the blush faded from her cheeks and she turned towards the house.

“Oh Claire…” she muttered to the empty room, “not even a month.”

“What was that, darling?” Henry enquired, pushing his way into the candlelit front room.

“Oh, nothing my dear. Nothing bad at all,” she chuckled, patting her husband’s hand as she turned and kissed him lightly on the nose. “But our Claire *has* made a friend,” she said with a hint of humour in her tone, knowing that Henry was oblivious to such subtlety.

“Well then, Julia, honey! That’s marvellous news,” he replied, remembering the arguments they’d had over their hasty move. “Absolutely brilliant. I knew she would.”

Smirking, Julia patted Henry’s shoulder and moved passed him. “Yes dear, you certainly did…” she began, dipping her voice so that he couldn’t hear her next words. Henry Beauchamp was known for being somewhat protective of his daughter. “…only I don’t quite think you had *boy*friend in mind at the time.”

Closing the door gently behind her, Julia went off in search of Claire, leaving her blissfully ignorance husband to revel in the joy of Julia’s half-honest observation. “But the less you know about that, darling,” she continued to herself, “the better. Especially when Claire is just as obtuse as you.”

“Mummy…” Claire began, a hint of trepidation in her tone.

“Yes, darling?” Julia replied, a knowing look behind her eyes.

It had been nearly a month since Claire’s run in with wee Rupert Mackenzie and her late night dalliance with her ginger Scot, and nothing had been mentioned. Julia assumed that, quite possibly, Claire had brushed off the encounter and gone as normal. Seeing her reaction to her peers, Julia could see Quentin Lambert Beauchamp shining through like a beacon and it made her laugh.

“Are boys always annoying?”

Claire turned the page in her book, not even glancing up from the torn pages. Acting as if she were asking a standard question, she opted for blind ignorance and hoped her mother might assume the same.

Julia did not, but damned if she was going to show it to her innocent daughter.

“You didn’t attack our friend, poor Mr. Mackenzie again did you, Claire?” she joked, knowing that, without a call from the school and a letter containing a list of Claire’s misdemeanours, that probably wasn’t the case. Unless she’d been more careful about it this time and the lad was too scared to do anything about it.

“No, mother,” Claire sighed, placing the book down, spine up, as she caved and looked directly at her mum. “But I might be forced to take drastic action against Jamie Fraser if he keeps at it!”

“Oh,” Julia replied, sweeping her thick curls from her eyes as she shifted the fruit bowl aside. “And what has young master Fraser done to upset you so?”

Working at the local doctors surgery, Julia Beauchamp had unknowingly had a large understanding of the Frasers and their home situation. For the moment, she decided, she would keep that under her hat. If Claire were about to become entwined with the youngest living Fraser boy, she would find out soon enough.

Shrugging, Claire poked the lifeless book that lay, teasingly, in front of her. “Nothing specific, really,” she returned, a deep red creeping along her collarbone and up her neck.

“Well then, Claire Elizabeth,” Julia quipped, raising one solitary eyebrow in her daughter’s direction, “I can suggest a few things for you, in your current predicament…”

Tapping her finger once on the thick cloth that lined their dining room table, Julia held Claire’s eye, a serious look crossing her face as she did so, whilst retaining an amount of humour to avoid getting her daughter’s back up, “whether you think it or not, my love, young ‘uns are very sensitive wee things.”

Claire tried hard not to scoff. Jamie Fraser was an enigma wrapped up in one neat, beautiful package. She knew little about him: that he liked contact sports, took an avid role in the running of the school’s summer Highlands Games programme and that he was *always* late. Without fail, Jamie Fraser would come hastily into school over an hour after it had begun, a pink hue to his otherwise pale face and a pleasant smile tugging at his lips. Sensitive, he was not, of that she was almost certain.

Since their quick introduction the month before, Jamie had taken a rather large interest in Claire and he seemed to pop up next to her like a well trained ninja at any given moment. To her mind, he was just overly friendly. He didn’t seem any different with her than to their fellow classmates. But, somewhere deep inside of her, something niggled. A tiny squeak in the dark. This inner voice had perplexed young Claire somewhat.

Julia watched as Claire battled with herself, and waited, patiently.

Using her reasoning skills, finally, Claire realised that, in fact, Jamie had not done anything out of the ordinary, and her off-hand reaction of violence towards the lad seemed a little out of character. *Possibly* he didn’t actually deserve such an action.

Recognising the signs, Julia stood back and folded her arms. Still waiting.

“Do you think…?” Claire began, losing her nerve halfway through the first sentence.

“Claire,” Julia broke in, taking pity on her only child, “the more you grow, the more you remind me of Quentin. And as much as I love the man, he a rare ability when it comes to love and affection. Something, I fear, your father has inadvertently passed onto you.”

Scrunching her brows together, Claire sat up straight in her seat.

“Yes, my love,” she continued, responding to the unasked question that Claire had left hanging on her lips, “I think our young Mr. Fraser might have a little bit of a crush on you.”

Patting Claire on the back, Julia leaned down and placed a brief kiss on her forehead before leaving Claire to ponder her predicament. “Just one final thing, darling girl. Go easy on the boy, alright? As if love wasn’t hard enough, he chose to love a head-strong Beauchamp…”

“Are you gay?” You blurted out to your best friend Carl. You had gotten just outside the walls of Alexandria so you could have some privacy but still be safe. You didn’t really need privacy though, you were both just reading, until you opened your mouth.

“No, why would you think that?” He blushed, trying hs best to focus on the comic he had in his hands.

“You always eye up Ron whenever he’s around and when Enid tries to flirt with you, you completely patch her. I’m not judging you if thats what you’re worried about, I’m just wondering"

“I eye Ron up because i don’t trust him. I ignore Enid’s flirting because its awkward. I’m not gay, and I wouldn’t want you of all people to think that i was.” He realised what he had said too late and quickly turned his head back to his comic

“Why me of all people?” You smirked, hopping he would reply with what you were expecting. You liked Carl, that much was true, and for all many people told you he liked you, you couldn’t truly be sure.

Carl simply sighed and, in a desperate attempt to avoid the question, turned back to intently reading his comic.

“Well?” You poked his arm with your shoulder. No answer. “Fine then, don’t tell me,” you sighed and turned back to the book Carl had found for you. However, before you could read the first sentence, Carl had taken the book from you and closed it, bookmark still in place. You didn’t have time to question what he was doing before his lips were firmly attached to yours.

You wished you could stay in that single moment forever. Freeze the second that Carl kissed you and live in it for the rest of your life. However, reality called as he pulled away.

“That’s why. I’m not gay (Y/N)”

I’m trying to study! Part 7

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

Bucky x Reader College AU Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 

Part 8(coming soon!)


Hey, darlings! GUESS WHO’S BACK? That’s right, it’s the awesome (late, forgetful, tired) me! I’m so sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy this part! Also, new fics coming out next week ^^

I present, part six!

Word count: 1736

Warnings: fluff!!!

The crisp, clean hospital air filled up your lungs as you stepped into the building. Looking around, you noticed the walls weren’t as bare as you imagined they would be; instead, the interior were filled with colourful paintings and children’s drawings. Vases of flowers were scattered on all of the coffee tables and the nurses bore cheerful, inviting smiles. For once in your life, you actually felt happy while being in a hospital.

Turning to face your boyfriend, you sent him a small, reassuring smile. His eyes flitted nervously to meet yours, small droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. Taking his shaking hand in yours, you squeezed tightly in an attempt to calm him.

Bucky released a breath, clearing his throat slightly. “Hey, uh… t-thanks for being here with me. It means a lot to me, I hope you understand.”

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his cheek. “You have nothing to thank me for. You know I adore your mom, so even if you didn’t want to take me with you, I’d either force you to or break in here.”

Bucky laughed, instantly seeming at easy. “You’re right. Thank you… you always have this unique way of helping me.” The brunet leaned forward slightly and a strand of chocolate hair escaped from his man bun and fell down the side of his face. Heart leaping, you reached up and tucked it behind his ear with a small grin. Bucky mirrored your expression. Holding your hand tightly, he walked down the corridor of the hospital, towards his waiting mother.

Winfred Barnes’ room was a splash of colour. A bouquet of vibrant tulips rested in a glass jar on the small bedside table, a bunch of red, green and blue balloons were tied to her bedpost and the curtain on the window was laced with pink and yellow ribbons. A few get-well-soon cards were taped above the bed and a Star Wars blanket was draped over the bed, Han Solo’s handsome face staring out of it.

Winifred herself looked much better than you expected. She wasn’t hooked up to any machine and she looked like she normally did, except for the slightly pale shade of her face. As soon as she saw you and Bucky entering her room, a large smile spread out across her face and she extended her arms out invitingly. Bucky let go of your hand and immediately rushed to his mom’s side, enveloping her in a tight hug.

“Gosh, James!” She chuckled. “I can’t breathe!”

Bucky laughed and let go of her carefully and glanced back at you, waving his hand to make you do the same as he did. Giggling, you walked over and hugged the woman gently making her coo at you.

As you pulled away, Winnie held your shoulder to look at you.

“My, my, (Y/n)!” She crooned. “Look at you! You’re all grown up now. And you look gorgeous, unlike that hobo in the corner.”

You burst out laughing and Bucky huffed in mock offense.

“Come on, Ma”, he complained. “At least I brushed my hair this time!”

Winnie shook her head. “He always says that”, she told you. “Truth is, he hardly ever brushes that dead animal on his head.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I quite like it, ma’am.”

Winnie’s eyes widened at your words. “You’re the first!”

Bucky nodded sarcastically, but a huge smile was painted on his face. Pulling away from Winifred, you gestured for Bucky to give his mom the gift that he was carrying with him. Handing it over, Bucky urged his mother to open it.

As soon as she did, she began to laugh and quickly concealed the homemade cupcakes. “Children, you do realize it’s against the hospital’s policy to sneak food in for patients?”

A mischievous smile appeared on your face. “Eh, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em, right?”

Winnie shook her head sent you a look of mock disappointment. “And here I thought that the two of you finally wised up…”

Bucky smirked. “Did you really expect that, Ma?”

Winnie rolled her eyes. “Well, you two were always the troublemakers. I’m so glad you are friends, because you certainly make other peoples’ lives interesting.”

You blushed slightly and looked down as Bucky came forward and gripped your hand.

“Actually, Ma… (Y/n) and I have something to tell you.”

Winifred’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you two…”

You smiled warmly, meeting Winnie’s pleasantly surprised gaze. “Yes, Mrs. Barnes. Bucky and I are dating.”

“Have been for about a month now”, Bucky added, turning to look at you.

You met his eyes and felt like you were drowning in the vast ocean of azure that they contained. In his beautiful blue eyes, you could see happiness and trust.

But the love that they held made your heart explode with feeling and you could immediately feel a huge blush spread across your cheeks. You knew that your own expression mirrored his and, lost in the moment, you felt your hand reach up and brush loose strands behind his ear, just like earlier. Bucky moved his hands to your hips, his intense gaze falling from your eyes to your lips. But before he could do anything else, someone cleared their throat, making you jump away. Looking at Winnie, you could see the jovial amusement in her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest.  

You avoided her eyes and wrung your hands slightly, you face resembling a tomato. Bucky was almost exactly the same.

“Oh, don’t mind me, kids”, the old lady chuckled. “You can carry on.”

“Um…no.” You coughed lightly.

Winifred laughed loudly, shaking her head. “You two are… what do you call it these days? Relationship desires?”

“Relationship goals”, Bucky corrected.

“Right. That’s what you are.”

You glanced at your watch and groaned. You had agreed to come home at three to help Natasha make cookies for Clint, and it was already two forty-five.

Meeting Bucky’s gaze, you pointed to your watch sadly. Bucky nodded in understanding.

“Sorry, Ma”, the brunet apologized, “but we have to go now. We’ll visit again soon, I promise.”

“I can’t wait”, Winnie grinned. “And I expect to hear all about your relationship, you hear me?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Thank you, ma’am. It was lovely to meet you.” Leaning down, you kissed her cheek and then hugged her.

Seeing that Winifred wanted a private word with Bucky, you pointed to the door. “I’ll be outside”, you told them with a smile. Bucky nodded and Winifred blew you a kiss, making you happily walk out.

It was evening time and Bucky and you were sitting on the roof of his apartment, eating (un)healthy snacks and talking quietly. You enjoyed spending time with Bucky this way, as both of you could express your inner thoughts to each other without fear of anyone hearing. It was both simple and romantic, just the way you liked it.

“Wait, no! Are you telling me that Gilbert didn’t deserve Anne?” Bucky questioned.

“Well, he did deserve her… all I’m saying is that he shouldn’t have been that rude to her, because honestly, come on! He was part of the reason Anne cut her hair!”

Bucky shook his head, wrapping his arm around you. “Come on, (Y/n), he was just kidding around. It wasn’t his fault.”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh, whatever you say.”

Bucky laughed at you. “But hey, it’s a great book. I really love it.”

You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder with a soft sigh. Right there, right then, you felt like nothing could get better. The moment was perfect and there was no place where you’d rather be.

Bucky chuckled, looking at your dreamy expression, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile.

“Did I ever tell you you’re handsome as hell?” You murmured.

Bucky blushed. “Many times… did I ever tell you you’re stunningly beautiful?”

You giggled bashfully, hiding your face in his neck. “Stop that.”

Bucky laughed, pulling you closer. “Stop what? Telling the truth?”

You chuckled breathily, lifting your head and staring up into his eyes. Bucky leaned down slightly, brushing his lips against yours, before you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down properly, connecting your lips together in a passionate kiss. Bucky groaned slightly, squeezing your waist tightly with his strong arms, his tongue snaking past the barrier of your lips. You moaned, pressing yourself as close to Bucky as possible, electricity storming through the both of you.

Pulling away with a gasp, you leaned your forehead against his. Bucky breathed against your lips heatedly, an unsure emotion flashing in his eyes. A slight frown etched himself into your features but before you could ask what was wrong, Bucky whispered your name.

“Yes?” You questioned quietly, searching his eyes. Bucky cleared his throat and held your hands nervously.

“In the hospital, my mom wanted to talk to me… she wanted to talk about us.”

You heart hammered in your throat, your brain already conjuring up the worst.

“You know what she told me? She told me that the way we look at each other… it isn’t just us feeling attracted or ‘liking’ each other. She said that the emotion is… love.”

You felt ready to explode and your hand found its way to your mouth in shock.

“I…I guess what I’m trying to say is that… I l-love you, (Y/n). So much. I have loved you for a long time now, a long time before we started dating. I love you.”

Your stomach was squeezing itself into knots and you felt breathless, all the blood rushing to your head. After a few beats of silence, Bucky looked away, a clearly hurt expression on his face. However, before he could pull away completely, you gripped his hand and pulled him to you, smashing your lips together. Bucky made a surprised sound in the back of his throat but reciprocated nonetheless, your lips molding together in a perfect kiss.

Pulling away, your heart exploded in fireworks and your whole body filled with a pleasant warmth. Pulling Bucky flush against you, you leaned your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Bucky”, you whispered breathlessly. “More than anything. I. Love. You.”

Can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops…

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could we have more of ur firefighter jim paramedic bones au? maybe w/ spock as a cop or something?

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  • Jim groans when his back hits the wall, hungry lips on his neck and teeth dragging over his skin. “Rough day in the office?” He asks breathlessly, reaching out to pull that boring blue shirt over Bones’ head, before the other finds his lips in a hard and hungry kiss that almost leaves him feeling dizzy. “Fucking cop makes my life a living hell,” Bones replies, pulling the other to their bedroom, and Jim’s happy to follow. “So you’re taking your frustrations out on me?” Jim asks, and Bones immediately freezes at that. Fuck, no. Jim, you idiot. “I’m sorry,” Bones says, but Jim quickly shakes his head. “I’m not complaining,” he replies, pushing Bones closer to bed, “let’s work out those frustrations.”
  • Jim’s pretty exhausted afterwards, face resting in Bones’ neck and he enjoys the hand gently running over his spine. There’s the Bones he knows. “You want to talk about it?” Jim asks. “About what?” “The cop,” Jim replies, and Leonard huffs. “Hell no.” “I should at least know his name,” Jim says. “Why?” “So I can thank him. Jesus, Bones, if I knew sex would be even better than usual when you’re frustrated, I’d get on your nerves, too.” “Believe me,” Bones laughs, “you do.”
  • Bones is at home, though on call, when Jim comes home. Jim doesn’t even officially live here, but that doesnt stop him from having a spare key - and more often than not Bones finds this fireman in his bed even when Bones himself isn’t even home for the night. “How was work?” Bones asks, looking up at Jim, whose face is still slightly covered in sooth here and there. “There was a fire?” He asks, and Jim nods, grabbing a beer from Bones’ fridge. “Some pyro has been setting animal shelters on fire, but as future chief I can’t start a proper investigation while the cops interfere with my work, God damn it.” He curses under his breath. Bones gets up and runs a hand through that messy blond hair, now a shade or two darker because of the ashes. “Maybe a shower will make you feel a little better, hm?” He suggests. “Think so? I was just gonna crash in bed and-” “No, you should absolutely take a shower. It’ll make you feel better,” Bones says, “and it’ll make me feel better too, because you smell awful.” Jim’s lips turn into a small smile, and he puts his bottle down. “Fine,” he says, grabbing on to Bones’ shirt, “but you’re joining me. My turn to work out some frustrations now.”
  • Jim’s planned a whole romantic evening with his doctor boyfriend, okay. Maybe not a candlelight dinner, but he got Bones’ favorites takeout, his Netflix, and a bottle of the most expensive wine he could afford (which, really, amounts to a 10 dollar wine), and though Jim doesn’t even really like wine himself, he likes the idea of drinking it in a hot tub with lots of foam and a loved one, because that always looks great in movies. They never make it to that hot and steamy bath, though. Jim has an arm around Bones’ waist, having the other pressed back against the couch, but an attempt to make out is cut short when Bones’ phone rings. “Don’t pick up,” Jim mutters against Bones’ lips, but it’s his work ring tone, and so Bones reaches out to pick up after all. Jim makes a point of kissing the other’s neck while Bones speaks quietly, voice a little rough, maybe even a bit breathless when Jim’s fingers slide under his shirt. “Okay,” Bones says, “I’ll be there soon.” It’s cue enough for Jim to stop, and when Bones hangs up, he looks clearly disappointed. “I’m sorry,” Bones says, “someone's​ been shot, I gotta go check it out.” “Let them know they ruined date night,” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “I’m sure you’ll manage, I’ll be home as soon as i can. Don’t wait up, though. Just in case.” “Okay,” Jim says, though they both know Jim will be awake until Bones comes back, anyways.
  • Jim doesn’t actually get the luxury of lounging in his boyfriend’s bed, because pretty soon after Bones has left, the fire department gets called into action, too. Same neighbourhood, and, as Jim comes to find out, same crime scene. He recognises Bones’ ambulance instantly, though he doesn’t have the time to look for him because a building is very much on fire, and Jim spends the next few hours getting it under control.
  • When the fire’s under control and mostly put out, he takes a break. He wants to make sure Bones is alright (even though he has no reason not to be, of course), and he finds him with that damned cop that irked him to no end just a few days ago. “Listen to me, you pointy-eared prick,” he hears Bones say, and oh boy, that sounds like trouble, “this is the second time you’re refusing to let me do my job. This god damn fire is not your responsibility, and neither are the victims.” “On the contrary,” Spock replies, “the safety of potential victims and catching the one responsible is my utmost priority.” “Then let me-” “-but I will not risk the safety of the only doctor currently on site until a pass has been given by the fire department,” Spock concludes, and Jim takes that as a cue to step in next to his boyfriend. Spock raises an eyebrow when he approaches, and Jim throws him a wry smile. “Sup, Legolas.” “Mr. Kirk, do I need to remind you that derogatory references towards my ears will not affect me, and will only look poorly upon your work ethics.” “What are you pestering my boyfriend for? Wasn’t it bad enough you reported me to my chief for unprofessional behavior last time? Now you gotta go against my boyfriend, too?” Jim asks, and Spock glances at the two of them. “Merely making sure your boyfriend doesn’t run into danger,” he replies, “like last time.” “Good,” Jim says, crossing his arms, “wait. What? What do you mean, like last time?”
  • Jim’s not done arguing with Bones when the two of them get home to Bones’ flat. Bones, however, has been mostly ignoring him for the last 20 minutes or so while Jim lists the things that can go wrong when Bones walks into a gang fire to save people. Because, you know, that’s why Spock’s there; to stop more people getting hurt. Just the thought that Bones could even potentially be one of those victims is enough to drive him mad, but Bones has been fairly casual about it, taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes while Jim continues to bicker at him. “Oh my God, Jim,” Bones groans eventually, “shut up. Please. Putting myself into a dangerous situation is no different than you running into a burning building to save someone. It’s our job.” “You should’ve waited until Spock said-” “Are you teaming up with the cop, now?” Bones asks, “because a few days ago you hated him.” “When it comes to your life, yes, I agree with him,” Jim counters, following Bones to the kitchen, and snatching the other’s glass of whiskey from his hands to drink it himself instead. “You’re such a hypocrite,” Bones replies, “getting yourself in danger all the time, and then being butthurt over me. I didn’t even get hurt.” “But if you had,” Jim says, “I never would’ve forgiven myself.” Bones sighs, and Jim calms down when the other reaches out and runs his hand through Jim’s hair. “Love you, too,” he says, and Jim smiles faintly when the other leans in for a quick kiss. He doesn’t like how easy Bones can make him calm down, or at least lighten up a little bit. “You still suck,” Jim says, crossing his arms, and Bones huffs. “Not yet,” he says, and Jim wraps his arms around him, eyes falling shut when lips kiss down over his neck, “but if you stop being mad, I might be.” 

Plot: Imagine getting into a hated argument with Snart.

Couple: Leonard Snart x Reader (Y/N)

A/N: I was bored and extremely in love with Captain Cold, so… may God (and you guys) have mercy of me.

You raise your arm to slap him, but Leonard catches your wrist. He backs you up against a wall and lean down to your ear. In a low, husky voice Snart whispers, “Wanna try it again, doll?”
A smile shows up on your face when he gets closer to your lips. “I want to try something else.” You whisper, moving your lips against Snart’s and then you kick him and he lets you free.
“Don’t you dare,” you say, “to do some shit like that again, Captain Cold.”
In the background, the others Legends are giggling for the spectacle.

GOD i just remembered the moment in high school that pissed me off the most. like i was in a boring drawing class and the teacher was a really pretentious asshole and i hated him and i let him know it by being a passive agressive asshole back to him (i was nice to literally all of my other teachers btw) and for our final project he wanted us to draw a still life of an object or whatever that has significant meaning to us and i really didnt have anything physical that had enough meaning to me other than my pets so what i did was just draw Pikachu and made up a super bullshit story about how much pokemon means to me but then i actually had to fucking explain to him what pokemon even was because i guess thats how disconnected he was with kids. he was only in his mid twenties too. i think he gave me a d on it. i hated that guy. the worst thing is that he was the only teacher who would give out detentions for people not wearing their ids around their neck and thats the thing that people hated most about him. he apparently quit too. fuck you mr frey.

Munday Tagging Thing No. 1

tagged by: @kaninneko

Name/Nickname: Uh, Arthur or Artie is good for this blog. :)

Favourite Color/s: Red, black, and blue. :)

Last song I listened to: Shite, em Uso from Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Favorite TV show:…Why must you do this to me?!?! Em… There are a lot… Community, Over The Garden Wall, Psychoville, uh…. infinitely more, actually. XD I should make a masterlist sometime. XD

First Fandom: I have no clue… I really liked The Nightmare Before Christmas when I was little… Like, starting when I was 4. XD Also Little Big Planet and uh… Animorphs (cringe). Those were my first. :)

Hobbies: Knitting, sewing, cooking, drawing, playing piano, etc.

Books that I’m currently reading: Ehh… Black Butler? Also a book made in the 1700s- Candide by frenchman who-did-pretty-much-everything Voltaire

Worst thing I’ve eaten: Mac and Cheese. No thank you.

People I’m tagging: @fruk-de-lys@ask-the-german-commander @ask-aph-franceypants @ask-aph-francis @beauty-grace-united-states @ask-aph-ameridork @ask-ollie-bloody-kirkland

anonymous asked:

The 2p allies reacting to getting stuck in a elevator. I love your blog so much its perfect! :3

((bonus it’s with their crush. you’re welcome))

stuck in an elevator with their crush

2p!america: oh hell nah *bangs on door then gives up, slowly turns around* ….., this is some 50 shades of gray shit right here isn’t it *winks playfully* .. no no i’m just kidding doll i didn’t even like the elevator scene i stg *flustered laugh*

2p!china: *calmly leans on elevator wall* … haha if you’re bored you could kiss me just saying

2p!england: oh dear, allow me to call for assistance– *tries using his phone but there’s no signal* good heavens, i am so sorry poppet !! aah, how about we play a game to pass the time? ; w ; *whips out a marker in case you wanna play hangman or some shit*

2p!france: …. *wordlessly plops down to sit on the floor* guess we’ve got time. *doesn’t talk to you much bc he’s not good w/cushes and waits for you to speak to him first*

2p!russia: *grumbles* so annoying. well… we could be in here for hours. *sighs and glances at you* my apologies. did you have plans today?

2p!canada: well shit, we’re screwed *looks at you* i mean… uh….,,, *nervous tension bc he doesn’t know how to act around his crush or wtf he’s supposed to do while stuck in an elevator w/you*

Even more Sentence prompts
  • “You’re supposed to be nice to me, I have a vagina”
  • “Like, that movie gave me an erection”
  • “Last time I saw my penis it was in Fast and Furious 7″
  • “I’m sorry I offended your penis and helped it break out of jail”
  • “We decided there’s a new lez in town boys”
  • “Just woke up and already assaulted someone, nice”
  • “how is there seaweed, wE’RE IN A LAKE, THE ONLY WEED WE GOT IS THE ONE I GOT IN THE BAG”
  • “There’s a god damn revengeful doll in the waters, I hope I pissed all over him”
  • “She only lets people she loves eat her ass like groceries”
  • “I’ll eat your babies”
  • “I’m glad your masturbating is going well”
  • “I bet you shower naked, you whore”
  • “Can I fuck Jesus, get on that holy dick”
  • “I’m sorry I murdered your neighbor and blamed it on the dog”
  • “Hey, the guy had it coming, he forgot the ketchup

anonymous asked:

Professor Bins (because of history of magic. I'm so funny. Ha ha haaa... Sorry.)

Hahaha, yeah. It really annoys people when I just float through walls obnoxiously. Wait, hang on, are you calling me boring?

Love Paint This Wall

pairing: Tsukishima Kei / Yamaguchi Tadashi 

dedicating to @leona-dracontisinspired by x.

By accident and a twist of fate, Tsukishima Kei finds his muse.

He has just finished speaking with his professor who told him that his drawings were too “boring” and “stiff.” He has to loosen up and draw with emotion. Her comments piss him off and he’s decided to sit on a random bench on campus with a coffee and his sketchbook – which is when he sees him.

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Seeing boring ass old people whine about millennials and their Pokemon Go pisses me off. Especially when it ends up on my Facebook wall :I Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that the moment I turned 18 I had to stop liking fun. I didn’t realize that I had to throw out all my videogames, comics, cartoons, etc. just because I pay taxes.

I’ve been really depressed lately and you know what’s nice? Having a motivation to go outside. It gets my mind off bad things and helps me get into a better place mentally if I go out and take a walk. You know what motivates my ass to go outside? Pokemon Go. 

But nah lololol let’s all make fun of the stupid millennials and their stupid technology because our lives are unfulfilling because we give up the idea of fun. The only way to be an adult is to get married and have babies and watch stupid sitcoms about how that old ball and chain makes some dude’s life miserable and go to sleep at 8 pm. What’s that Martha? Scientists have discovered a new super food! Let’s all roll on down to Whole Foods and buy like 20 pounds of kale and quinoa and discuss the PTA meeting! Because that’s totally what everyone’s life is supposed to be, right? 

I’m a grown ass responsible adult that plays videogames and likes anime and buys toys and I think that I shouldn’t have to give up fun just because some dickface took a break from posting baby photos to whine about Pokemon Go.


He hadn’t slept in like he told her he would. Instead he found himself bored when he was holed up in his own room. Feeling apathetic or bored, Alan went straight up to her door and knocked a few times. “Amante, it’s me,” Alan announced while he looked down and leaned on his hand on the wall. He frowned for a moment with the thought that she might not be there and he had no one to talk to at the moment. Would he be a bother to speak to Michael instead? Sigh, probably.