sunday grumbles

A Captains Wish

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

Promise me you won’t let anything happen to him.”

A Captains Wish

It came second nature to baby Bucky. The man was a walking cuddly bear. So Steve wasn’t surprised when he had brought his friend in the compound and a special tech worker was bewitched by James.

She was a very good tech, so good that she became the second hand for Maria Hill, helping her hack programs and websites to the point where she could do it in her sleep. So having her roaming the compound wasn’t very strange. She’s an eater, wastes half her time chewing on junk food. So waking up at around half past three to grab a chip bag wasn’t out of the norm. But finding a slightly trembling hunched Bucky, sure as hell was.

From then on, the girl kept crossing paths with him. Seeing him sitting beside her in movie nights, finding his chair closer to her during the time the whole avengers gather to eat together, finding his things with hears, (her headphones would be next to his wallet, her shoes would be close to his boots.) And she liked it. Very much, actually.

"Hey Bucky,” The brunet tech asked, as she walked closer to the man on the stool. “What are you up to?” The girl grabbed the milk jug and poured herself a glass.

“Nothing,” Bucky grumbled, pushing away his hair before grabbing his water bottle. Eyes trained everywhere but her.

“Well, its Sunday.” The girl grumbled, making an icky face. “Wanna do something before it strikes Monday?” She offered, drowning her cup before opening the cup bored and grabbing out her stash of junk food. She would always re fill it. Seeing as half the team takes whatever they want. Albeit she never showed any sighs that she didn’t want them to, or that she found it annoying, because truth be told she didn’t.

Bucky didn’t respond. His metal plates squeezing the plastic, as his hair fell before his ears and covered his cheeks. Grumbling incoherently he pushed it back behind his bitty ears, slightly scratching his skin from his rough metal slits with the force he had added.

“Can I braid your hair?” The girl asked, turning around to show him her hair. She had Dutch braided it to the tip of her ass, the wave looked magnificent.

“Go ahead.” He sat strainer in his chair, having the girl come behind him and running her fingers through his skull. The pads of her thumbs grazed his soft roots, while she parted three stands and started its brim.

“So, do you still want to do something?” She hummed, focusing over the braid. “I thought maybe we could go out,” She contributed, her tone faltering. “I mean it’s so stuffy being here, I mean maybe we should just go out and see the park, the one that has a forest in it.” She stoped after a while, having ended right at his ear lines, “Bucky do you have a hair tie?”

“No,”

The tech didn’t say, but ran a hooked finger behind his ear and pulled a strand of lock. She might as well finish it to the bottom.

“There,” The brunet stated, she had removed one of her hair ties and enclosed it around his hair. “You look very handsome.” She giggled as he turned around but couldn’t see his hair. “Let me take a picture.” She pulled her phone then clipped him a shot.

“Looks very nice.” Bucky answered, running his soft metal plates over the contraption.

“So…”

“Let’s just watch something. I don’t feel like getting out.” Bucky honestly replied. He put his bottle in the fridge before turning to her. “I don’t care what movie, it’s too cold to go out.” Pointing to the window to further prove his point. Cobwebs of frost caked the windows, but evident flakes drifted the nights air.

“Alright,”

Together they walked and sat down, the common room being empty, they watched movies after countless movies. Both funny, scary and dumb. Bucky was enjoying himself. Having his foot patched up the table while half his body laid over the couch. His laugh was contagious, boisterous chuckles filled the void with her perky giggles laced together in perfect harmony. 

And before they knew it, as Monday neared it’s peak, Bucky had fallen into a dreamless blissful sleep, while the girl stood up to push the super solider over the couch and cover him with her blanket. Kneeling down, she pressed a hot kiss to his cheek before being caught by Steve’s lingering look.

The day Bucky had entered the life of the avengers, Steve made it clear he didn’t want his friend to feel out of place, and gave Sam a long lecture of behaving himself before Bucky. He even begged Tony’s new recruit to heed his thoughts and stay away from the metal arm. Something about Peters love for science would annoy Bucky. 

“Steve-”

“Promise me you won’t let anything happen to him.” Rogers interrupted, motioning to his only link from the 90’s. "He means everything to me, (Y/N).” Steve corrected. “Promise me,” Rogers asked again,  "You won’t let anything happen to him.” Captain walked from the door and closer to the couches.

Nodding her head, The super solider crushed her between his chest. The platinum hair shoved in between her eye sight. “Thank you.” Rogers chanted, as he crushed her with each embrace.

“It’s fine Steve,” The young lady assured. “He means a lot to me too.” The lady spoke softly. Returning his embrace as he picked her up From the ground and and continued to find solace in her embrace.

Their heads shot to the side once Bucky made a move to stand up. Not even blinking an eye towards his friends sharing an intimate moment together. But fell back right onto his pillow, his snores loud and clear. 

“Does he sleep walk?”

“I don’t know …”  

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Again.

So I finally got my exam results yesterday afternoon and I am happy with what I got! Now I can look forward to my vacation as well as my Summer Break! I also started playing The Sims 4 again and picked up a couple books to read through. (I have a lot of things I really want to try and finish before Summer Break ends!)

Anyways, that aside, wrote this short piece. Hoping for it to be fluffy but I honestly think I may be bad at trying to come off as fluffy.

Words: 804


Bruce frowns as soon as he wakes up and shivers from the cold when he realizes his source of warmth is no longer beside him. He rarely ever wears a shirt to bed, hasn’t been wearing one since he had been a teen and even when he had gotten together with you, you always seem to appreciate it a lot whenever he had gone on without his shirt. Bruce thrives off of the warmth your body has to offer and seeing as he is currently shivering from the cold because all he has right now is just the thin covers; he wonders where you might have gone off to. 

Bruce lets out a yawn before turning to gaze at the clock beside him. 6:09AM blinks back and the frown on his face deepens. Considering the activities, the both of you had done for the entire night, this is far too early for the both of you to be awake. On a Sunday too, nonetheless!

Bruce grumbles to himself before he decides to leave the bed in favour of looking for you. He knows he probably would not be able to fall back to sleep despite wanting to, without having you in his arms. Your presence in not just his life but his bed too has spoiled him entirely. 

Deciding it is best to put a sweater on, Bruce trudges around the room looking for the one he had been wearing the day before. If he remembered it correctly, he had carelessly thrown it in the direction of the vanity mirror but he could not find it. Bruce scratches his stomach lazily as he runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly. 

Sighing in defeat, Bruce leaves the room to search for you instead. He should probably just go about without the shirt. It is not like anyone except for you and Alfred would be awake at this hour either. 

Bruce finds you curled up on the sofa, reading through a book - it must be one of the books Damian has recommended to you, he finds joy to see that the two of you are getting along wonderfully - with a blanket draped around your lap. Bruce pads over to where you are sitting and carefully slides down beside you. 

Bruce leans down to press a soft kiss atop your head before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You immediately melt against him. “Y/N, why are you awake this early?” He asks sleepily. 

You shiver the tiniest bit when Bruce’s lips brushes against your ear. You close your book after making sure to place your bookmark correctly and set it aside before turning to look at him. You give him a small smile. “I couldn’t sleep is all." 

You shiver when cold air washes over you and you snuggle closer to Bruce’s warmth, giggling to yourself when he lets out a shudder because of cold your nose is. 

Bruce pulls the blanket from your lap before wrapping it around the both of you. He is grateful that most of the blankets in the manor are huge and comfortable. Once the two of you are comfortable, Bruce buries his nose on to your hair.

"Aren’t you tired? After what we did last night.” He murmurs in to your hair. 

You shake your head as you bask in his warmth. Everything about Bruce is pleasantly warm and you are grateful for it. He probably woke up because you weren’t in bed too. 

Only when you wrap your arms around Bruce does he finally realise something. Bruce tilts his head slightly and a small, teasing smile appears on his face. 

“Y/N, are you wearing my sweater?” Bruce raises one of his eyebrows. This is probably your fourth or fifth - he had stopped counting after the first two times - time you had ‘borrowed’ his sweaters. 

You snuggle closer to him, pressing a kiss on his shoulders. You can feel Bruce shivering again. “I couldn’t find my shirt so I just grabbed yours instead.” You defended yourself. “It’s so comfy too.”

“At the rate you are borrowing my sweaters, Y/N, I might even have to get some new ones.” Bruce tells you pointedly but you knew he didn’t mean a thing what he had said. You also knew for a fact that Bruce actually likes seeing you in his clothes - you initially thought it was probably a men thing, but you have come to learn that it really was just a Bruce thing. Not that you minded because you like riling him up sometimes. 

You smile against his shoulders. “Meanie.”

Bruce tightens his arms around you cozily. The two of you stayed together like that until later that morning when Damian stumbled upon the two of you, still wrapped in each other’s arms, sleeping soundly. 

Love Laid Down (Part Two)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader:
Rating: PG (this part)
Words: 3320 (this part)
Summary: You and the Winchesters keep investigating why couples in a small town in Indiana are going missing, and the sexual tension between you and Dean ratchets up a notch.
Author’s Note: I absolutely cannot BELIEVE the response I got to the first chapter. I am so thrilled and so grateful to all of you for your kind messages, replies, and reblogs. I hope you enjoy the next part! Also please note that I started a tag list for this story and added all of those people at the bottom. If you’re not there, please let me know and I’ll add you. Some of the tags didn’t work (not sure if that’s a privacy setting on some of your blogs, or a Tumblr error), but I’ll try my best to get it working for everyone!

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“So, what did you guys find out?” Sam asks, when you get back to the house.

“Nothing useful.” You say, and Dean glares at you. “What?” You turn to Sam. “It’s true. We just made small talk. The Pastor seems normal. His assistant Melissa seems a little… out there. Dean was supposed to case the place–”

“How was I going to do that with Pastor Whatshisname watching me?”

“Williams.” You say, “And you could have made an excuse. Asked where the bathroom was or something.”

“We’ll just do it on Sunday,” Dean grumbles, plopping down on the couch. “Everyone will be in Sanctuary and I can slip out for a few minutes.”

“I met a few other joggers on my run,” Sam says, cracking open a water bottle. “They didn’t know much about the disappearances. Just kept saying it was ‘such a shame’.”

You frown. “Seems like a small town like this would be more concerned if people were disappearing en masse.”

Sam nods. “That’s what I thought, too. I didn’t want to seem too suspicious though. I told them about you guys, by the way. Don’t be surprised if neighbors start showing up.”

Dean groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. You echo his sentiments, not liking the thought of people coming around unannounced and uninvited. You already have no idea who or what you’re looking for, and you’ve been feeling paranoid ever since you arrived in town.

“Let’s just hang out and play it cool for a few days while we figure out what we’re dealing with. We still need to figure out the similarities between the victims.”

You sigh. “So, the library?”

Sam laughs, “Don’t sound too excited.”

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Foxy ( p.3 ) // Sirius Black // requested

Request : could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

Two requests that turned into something more. 

<< Part Two. Part Four >>

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : 5119

Requests are closed. xx 

Originally posted by soldier-ofwinter

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Originally posted by lamirada-del-amor


Sirius sat on his bed with the map laid out in front of him. Scratching his head with the tip of his wand, eyes dancing on Foxy’s footprints. She was in her room pacing and Sirius couldn’t think of why. Is she okay? Is she stressed?

“Oi, mate. We’re all going down to Hogsmeade. Wanna join us?” James walked in, causing Sirius to quickly close the map.

James sent him a suspicious look, “what’re you doing?”

Padfoot shook his head, tossing his wand next to the map, “nothing. But I’m good. Just gonna hang out here. I have some work I need to finish.” 

“You’re not stalking Foxy on the map again, are you?” James accused, grabbing his scarf. 

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anonymous asked:

Coming back from a long trip away, and Bucky coming to pick you up at the airport, picking you up off the ground, kissing you sweetly. But when he pulls back, you see how dilated his pupils are, and he growls, "Goddamn doll, I've missed you so much. I've been dyin' without you, thinking about that tight little pussy squeezin' my cock." You gasp quietly at his words. "C'mon, doll, I can't wait any longer. I gotta get you home." You giggle quietly, and grab his hand, eager to leave.

“Did you get us a limo?” you giggle, walking towards the limo outside but Bucky pulls you back his hand tugging yours. 

“Oh no, something much faster” and with perfect timing Sam lands right next to you, making you gasp.

“You owe me , Barnes” Sam grumbles. 

Sinful Sunday™

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3 WITH STEVE ROGERS I WOULD DIE YOURE AN AMAZIG WRITER I LOVE YOU

3. “I wish I could hate you.”- Steve Rogers

You’d joined SHIELD under the pretence that all you’d have to do was rehabilitate a few agents here and there, not babysit a 90 year old super soldier who had not long been defrosted. After the famous Captain America had been discovered in the ice, you had been assigned to adjust him to modern times, it wouldn’t have been so bad if the two of you hadn’t got off to such a rocky start. To say that you didn’t get along would be an understatement, you thought the man was tedious and arrogant, never listening to your professional opinion on what would help him with his rehabilitation, and his opinion of you definitely wasn’t all that much better. During one of the many times you’d come to blows he’d called you interfering, callous and stubborn, none of which you denied, but it still wasn’t nice hearing it come from someone else. Usually you were able to keep up a polite and caring professional persona, no matter how rude your patients got, but with Steve he just seemed to push your buttons, always causing you to snap back.

Waking up to the familiar sound of Steve’s alarm, you huffed in annoyance before slamming a pillow over your head. “Why? Why do you have to get up so early?” You whined into your pillow. Trying to lull yourself back to sleep was hard with a super soldier crashing around in the room next to you. “Fine.” You grumbled, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, “I guess I’m getting up now then.” You couldn’t be bothered to change before you left the room, so left wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a baggy T-shirt. Grabbing two pieces of bread you shoved them in the toaster before pouring yourself a coffee. “Stupid Steve, can’t even let me have a lie in on a Sunday.” You grumbled, grabbing the toast as it popped out of the toaster. “Good morning to you too.” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes at you as he started pouring himself some cereal. “Yeah well, you wouldn’t have to deal with me so early if you just turned your god damn alarm down.” You muttered, keeping your eyes on your breakfast. Ignoring your comment Steve just went about his daily routine, grabbing himself a coffee and the newspaper before sitting down on the sofa, as far away from you as possible. 

As soon as he was done, he dumped his cup in the sink, turning to look at you. “What?” You snapped, realising his eyes had been trained on you for the last few minutes, “What is your problem with me today?” You growled, standing up and crossing your arms across your chest. Scoffing Steve just went to push past you, a disgruntled look on his face. “No need to be so defensive.” He huffed, walking towards his room. “Oh I’m sorry, but I tend to find to find that when someone’s glaring at you, they tend to have a problem.” You shouted at his retreating back, not even sure why you were so mad at his comment. “I wasn’t glaring.” He snapped back. “Well it certainly felt that way.” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him, “I get that you hate me Rogers, but we’re stuck with one another for 3 more months, so at least try to pretend that this isn’t the last place you want to be.” You growled, walking up and poking him in the chest. “I don’t hate you.” He whispered, jaw clenched, as he looked at the ground, “I wish I could hate you.” He mumbled, before walking into his room and slamming the door. 

Mornings with Yoongi

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Light seeped in from between the blinds, painting your bedroom in pinks and oranges. Your boyfriend slept beside you, his lips parted and arms spread out. You ran your fingers through his dyed grey strands, laying on your side, you started kissing all over his neck. He let out a groan, moving to his side, nestling into the pillows.
“Yoongi~” You sang into his ear. “It’s time to wake up.” You whispered.
“No. It’s Sunday.” He grumbled, turning around and wrapped his arms around you. His voice was thick with sleep and raspy. “We are sleeping.” He slipped his hand underneath your tshirt, laying it there against your bare skin. He let out a content sigh and moved his thumb against the soft skin of your stomach, right above your hip. He moved his free hand up so it was cradling your head before connecting his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly before pulling away and laid his forehead against yours and pecked your lips once more. He rolled over, pulling you with him so that you were laying against his chest. His hand ran up and down the length of your back. 
“I don’t have a schedule today and I just want to lay in bed with my girlfriend.” He whispered, his eyes closed.
“Okay.” You responded. “We can have a lazy day today.” You added, pressing your lips under his jaw. 

Wilted Roses

                      ❤ ❤ Eremin Valentine Week-end ❤ ❤

Title: Wilted Roses
Author: Kris10
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Universe: Modern
Prompt By: MoonsDragonsGrace

Prompt: request for kris10: armin works at a small little flower shop and have a thing for bad boys but unbeknownst to him a dark haired boy has had a eye on him for a while eren the all around player bad boy meets armin one day while walking by and randomly stop in is it love at first sight? will the spark grow in eren? and will armin be able to hide his burning desire. submitted for the eremin valentine. :)

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Twenty Reasons Part 2/ A Riarkle Fanfic

It was Monday morning when Topanga came running into Riley’s room, planning to tell her daughter she made pancakes and finding her still in bed, the covers on top of her to attempt to shut her out from the rest of the world. Topanga gripped the sheets, yanking them off of her daughter to reveal a grumpy Riley. Riley squinted her eyes; once, twice, looking up at her unimpressed mother. She stretched her neck, her eyes flickering towards the window. The rain was pouring down once again. Thunder shook her eardrums and lightning flashed across her vision. The weather looked the same way she felt. Gloomy. Sad. Angry.

“Mom what’s going on? Let me sleep, it’s Sunday,” Riley grumbled, rubbing her face before throwing her head back onto her pillow.

“No Riley,” her mother protested, “It’s Monday morning. You’ve lost track of time laying in that bed all weekend. It needs to stop.”

“Mom,” Riley whined, “I’m not leaving this bed. There is no way I can go to school and act like everything is fine. I won’t! You can’t make me.”

“Riley, look at yourself! I love you, but you have to deal with this head on. You haven’t taken a shower in days,” she observed, tugging at her daughter’s dirty t-shirt. “Shower. Now,” she ordered, “I’m telling you because I love you.”


It was 8:00 a.m. when Riley finally slumped down the staircase, her eyes still swollen from crying the night before and her hair barely dry from her fresh shower.

She and Farkle still weren’t talking, but it wasn’t a surprise to her. They never had a fight so intense before, and Riley wasn’t sure how it would affect their friendship considering the truth finally came out. Farkle often said that the truth was always the best thing, but she wasn’t sure he would say that anymore. She didn’t know how she would live without his laugh, or his eyes, or the way he always made her feel better, or how he would pick her up every morning for school -

Riley stopped short on the staircase. He always picked her up from school.

“Mom!” Riley yelled, rapidly running down the staircase and almost tripping over her own feet, “please tell me you can drive me to school.”

“What? I never drive you to school. Farkle always drives you to school -“ her mother’s eyes widened, “Oh, honey, I forgot -“

Riley let out a nervous breath. It was alright. Everything would be alright.

“It’s okay, mom,” lied Riley, “I’ll just uh - I’ll walk to school. Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.”

Topanga’s eyes widened, “you are not walking to school in a thunderstorm, Riley. You’ll get a cold, and it’s a thirty-minute walk,” she protested, but Riley was already gathering up her books, and slinging on her backpack.

Her mother was about to protest again when they both heard a car beep from outside the apartment building. Riley glanced outside the large window to see Farkle waiting inside his car, the car window slightly open.

Riley’s eyes widened at the sight of him. She’d thought he would plan on avoiding her for sure.

“I am not talking to him, and I am walking to school,“ she stated furiously, opening up the apartment door and slamming it before making her way down the stairs to the front entrance, not even bothering to say anything else to her mother.

Riley couldn’t believe he had the audacity to show up to pick her for school when they hadn’t spoken for days. Even when she was angry with him, he still cared, and he always would - and that’s what made her especially angry. She knew that every touch and every kind gesture would make her fall deeper and deeper; there was no stopping it. Even gestures like this. 

Riley took one glance towards Farkle, who was staring out the car window at her, before stepping off the apartment steps and into the rain. The rained pooled around her and on her, soaking her hair in a matter of seconds. She wiped her face furiously before walking forward, not bothering to look at Farkle, who was driving next to her very slowly.

“Riley!” Farkle screamed out the window, “what are you doing? Get in the car!”

“No!” she screamed back, still walking. Damn this weather. Damn him. Damn everything, she thought. If only she’d just kept her mouth shut then everything-

“Riley!” Farkle yelled again, pulling his car over to the side of the road to park, only to get out and chase after her. The rain took shape on his eyelashes and the ends of his hair. Riley looked back at him once before walking much faster. I don’t want to do this, Riley thought. I’m afraid you’ll say “let’s just be friends” or “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” I refuse to have my heart shattered into a million pieces; I won’t survive it. Not when you’re the one who’ll break it.

“Riley, please. Just stop -“ he tried again, following her; so desperately wanting to reach her.

“Farkle -“ she looked back at him again, her voice trembling, “I can’t do this. Not with you -“ her eyes filled up with tears as she walked forward again, letting out a huge sob of a breath.

Riley should have known better, though, because if anyone was as stubborn as Riley Matthews, it’s Farkle Minkus. Farkle slipped his hand into Riley’s in an abrupt motion, before pulling her backward so she landed straight into his arms.

 Riley’s hand tingled at his touch, and she immediately tried to shove him away, but he only pulled her closer so their noses almost touch. She could see every single detail of his face; the way his lips pulled into a tight line, the way his eyes were sincere and apologetic, and the way his jaw remained set. He looked like something from a movie, standing before her in the pouring rain; like he embodied the rain itself. Riley’s eyes widen as she realized what she was doing. She hated the effect he had on her.

“Let go of me!” She shrieked over the Thunder, trying to shove him away, but his arms remain firmly around her.

“Why? So you can walk all the way to school in the rain? So you can prove that you hate me or something?” He questioned, his eyes searching hers.

“I do hate you,” she responded angrily while blowing out a huff in the wet air.

“No, you don’t.”

“Well, I should!”

“Not before I tell you a story. Then you can decide if you hate me or not.”

“You want to tell me a story while we’re standing out here? In a thunderstorm?” she cried, backing out of his arms.

“Yes,“ he insisted, grabbing her wrist and pulling her under the nearest oak tree, shielding both of them from the rain.

Riley glared at him, her hands resting on her hips, and the rain still hailing down around them. “Well, go on, then,” she pressed, her left foot tapping impatiently.

Farkle took a deep breath and looked at her one last time before beginning his story. The story he never told anyone before, but he was about to tell her. Riley - the girl he loved.

“Long ago In a far away galaxy, there was this little boy, who had the dorkiest name ever to exist, and everyone made fun of him for it,“ he started, looking up at Riley, the rain trickling off the ends of his hair. "Except for this one girl, who promised she wouldn’t laugh. She was a cute little thing; a brunette, very cheery, and everyone loved her.”

Riley raised her eyebrows at Farkle’s little smile which settled on his face, "keep going,” she urged.

“Okay,“ he continued, "so instantly when the boy met the brunette he knew they would have many adventures together. It was fate, you could say. They had quite the relationship because they understood each other like no other, and they supported each other in ways no one else could. Then, one day, something changed between the dorky-named boy and the cute brunette. They started looking at each other differently, talking to each other differently, sitting next to each other differently. Their love had always seemed platonic.” 

Farkle took a deep breath, “but they were getting older; they were growing up, and with growing up comes growing feelings. It became almost unbearable for the boy because he wanted nothing to change. Nothing could change, because the only thing worse than not receiving someone’s love the way you wanted, was losing their love as a whole. The young boy realized this at a young age. But, there was this one night. This one night where he just knew nothing would ever be the same again. He felt it.”

Farkle took another gulp of the wet air, locking eyes with Riley again before continuing, “It was in the ninth grade…”

*Flashback*

“Can you believe every single star in the sky is brighter than the sun?” the boy wondered, gazing at the starry night sky.

The boy and the brunette were lying at on the thick Texas grass. They were staying at their friend’s grandparent’s house for the weekend, and sometime in the middle of the night, the boy saw the brunette sneak out of the spare room and into the field. She lied down on the grass, gazing up at the stars, the boy right behind her. He was always right behind her.

“It’s amazing. How we get to experience the beauty the sky every single night. Sometimes I wish I could sleep under the stars, to feel closer to them, if that makes sense,” she explained, while turning to face her best friend, “I wonder what it’s like up there.”

The boy gave her a quirky smile, “amazing, I bet,” he whispered, shifting closer to the brunette. Maybe it was just the magic of the night sky, but somehow everything felt different. The brunette nodded knowingly, still gazing at the stars before turning her head to look at him.

“Well, you know,” the boy studied the brunette, her brown eyes drowning the rest of the world out, “we could sleep out here tonight. Everyone else is asleep. Besides, I wouldn’t mind being closer to the stars, if only for a night.”

The brunette closed her eyes. Her face lit up in the glowy aura of the moonlight. She hummed, flashing her eyes open and leaning over the boy, her eyelashes dark and long and her skin a sheer gold.

“I’d like that,” she decided, and all at once lied back down, her eyes closing once again. She was just like a star in the sky; breathtaking and untouchable. The boy shook his head - this was his best friend he was talking about - not just some girl. No, nothing could change. He couldn’t lose her.

The boy couldn’t help himself, though. He placed all his weight on his arm, admiring the girl lying beside him. The brunette fluttered her eyes open, her eyes widening at the boy who was practically leaning over her. The brunette was so startled that she jerked her head up, accidently smacking it on the boys. The boy let out a startled cry, his cheeks turning a mad shade of red. He was staring at her, and she caught him.

“I am so sorry -” he apologized, but the brunette just waved him off, telling him it was okay and that she was fine, before scooping one arm behind his back, and her other around his abdomen - completely closing any space between the two of them. The boy wasn’t sure what to do as he carefully settled his arm around her waist. He was sure he heard her try and stifle a gasp at the touch, but he chose to ignore it. Just friends, he told himself.

The boy with the dorky name and the brunette lied under the stars, their only source of warmth being each other. “Sometimes I just wish I could go to space and forget about the earth,” the boy whispered to himself, thinking.

“Well if you did, then I would have to follow,” the brunette murmured, snuggling her head into the boy’s chest.

“Why?” he asked, pinpointing the constellations in the sky, “why would you follow me?”

“Because I’d follow you anywhere,” she smiled into his chest, “I can’t see why I’d do anything without you.”

No one had ever said something like that to him. He wondered how he got so lucky to have someone like her in his life.

They fell asleep just like that; their bodies huddled together as they became apart of the stars. And that was when the boy knew. Riley Matthews. The girl who’d follow him anywhere. He was hopelessly in love with her.

*Present*

“But that boy made a stupid choice,” Farkle continued with the story, “he decided from that day on that the two had to stay friends; it was the only option. So he went on dates with other girls, and eventually, he found one that he liked, but she would never compare to the brunette. He fell in love with her, but she broke his heart, so the boy swore never to love again, but that was the biggest lie he ever told. The truth was, the brunette would always be his first love. He had a hard time telling her, though, so for her eighteenth birthday, he decided he would write her a poem about the twenty reasons why everyone needed a best friend like her. The twenty reasons why he was in love with her.”

Riley ducked her head down, embarrassed by the warm tears that swarmed her face, the memory of that night resurfacing. The night she read the poem. The night she cried herself to sleep. The night she realized that her best friend was in love with her, too. Farkle took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently lift her chin. He was smiling at her, and it was the kind of smile that sent butterflies swirling in her stomach, still, after all, this time.

Farkle took a deep breath before speaking again, his voice coming out constrained and nervous. “Riley, I know I’m an asshole, and I should have come to see you after our fight. The honest truth is this: While you have been hiding your feelings, so have I. Because I was terrified. I was terrified that if this,” He gestured between them, “happened, then we’d lose the whole essence of who we are together. I don’t want us to be just another sad story. I want us to be Riley and Farkle. Soulmates, best friends, whatever you want to call it. I just need you by my side. The thought of not having you by my side is just unbearable. You need to understand that I’d follow you anywhere, too.”

Riley looked at him in amazement, all the anger and resentment completely drained from her face. Of course, she forgave him. He could shatter her heart into a million tiny, and she would still forgive him. Because she loved him. She loved him so much. Riley took a shaky breath before asking, “so what happened after the girl forgave the boy?”

“What?”

“You know,” she repeated, her eyes searching his own, “what happened when the brunette forgave the boy?”

“So you forgive me?”

“Yes, Farkle,” she admitted, giving him a sideways smile. “So tell me, what comes next?”

Farkle looked at Riley, his hands still cupping her face. Even with the rain pouring down on her she looked just as beautiful as ever. Fakle contemplated what exactly was to come next before he said, “He kissed her, and it was the kiss of a lifetime,” and removing his hands from her face, reaching for her hand instead and pulling them out from under the oak tree to lead them towards his car.

Farkle carefully leaned Riley up against the bumper, his hands surrounding her. Riley looked at him wonderment as he reached forward to move the wet hair out of her face. He grinned slightly, letting his hand fall from her hair to her cheek and slowly to her mouth, his thumb tracing over her lips, leading them to part. Riley shivered at the contact; even the smallest touch was overwhelming. They never touched so much before - at least, not in that way.

Farkle moved his face closer to hers, their breaths intertwining in the wet air. He lazily placed a kiss on the edge of her jaw, then another, and another. Riley closed her eyes, leaning into the kisses, a small whimper escaping her lips. His hands moved from the sides of the bumper to Riley’s waist, before leaning in closer and slowly touching his lips to her neck, the impact almost making Riley lose her balance. She felt dizzy - drunk almost.

Farkle’s lips slowly moved back up her neck again and along her jaw until she was almost sure her knees were going to giveaway. He bent down a little, grasping under her thighs and lifted her onto the hood of the car. Riley was barely able to process what was happening as Farkle stood in front of her, in the pouring rain, before leaning forward, and finally, pressing his lips lightly onto her own.

They both eased into the kiss, tasting rainstorm and Riley’s cherry lip balm. The kiss started off as slow and steady and gradually became more passionate and desperate as Farkle grazed Riley’s bottom lip with his teeth, invoking a gasp out of Riley. Riley clung onto Farkle’s wet shirt, tugging him closer, their bodies morphing into each other.

The loud crackle of Thunder eventually broke the two apart; both of them breathless and wide-eyed. Riley, regaining her balance, launched herself back into Farkle’s arms. If only she could stay there forever. Farkle leaned his chin the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her protectively, the rain falling peacefully before them.  

"So how was it? Was it the kiss of a lifetime?” Farkle laughed, looking down at Riley.

“I guess it was decent. A six out of ten,” she teased while smirking up at him, her eyes gleaming.

Farkle responded with a fake gasp, tugging Riley closer while the rain dribbled off his nose and lips. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to practice so I can get better,” he proposed, bringing his lips down to hers once more before leading her to the passenger seat of his car. It was the spot where she sat every morning before school, and today would be no different.

She turned her head to look at the sopping wet boy who had settled into the driver’s seat and was already staring at her; a little smile appeared on his face.

“Sorry about throwing cake in your face the other day,” Riley giggled, a quirky smile appearing on her face which she was unable to hide.

“It’ll make for a great story someday, darling,” Farkle grinned, reaching across the driver’s seat to kiss her lightly on the forehead. He figured he could add it to his list of reasons he was in love with Riley Matthews.

The Daily Grind : Louis smut

“Morning babe.” I smiled as Louis made his way down the stairs, wearing only boxers and his hair still a mess from having just woken up. As it shone through the window, the morning light caught his blonde mop, making certain out-of-place strands look even more golden than usual. How he managed to look so impeccable even at this time baffled me completely.

“Hey.” He came up and hugged me from behind as I sat on a stool at the breakfast bar reading the newspaper. “You’re up early.” He commented quietly as his chin rested on my shoulder.

“9 am isn’t quite what I’d call early, Louie.” I swung myself around and hopped down from the chair, Louis’s height now overpowering as he looked down on me.

“Early for a Sunday…” He grumbled and lifted me with ease into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his soft lips found mine.

“Mmm.” I agreed with a soft moan onto his mouth, our kiss becoming surprisingly heated as he carried us over to the couch. I broke the kiss as he took a seat with me on his lap, a bulge evident under where my crotch rested. He quickly reconnected our lips, his hands running up and down the backs of my thighs and causing goose-bumps to erupt over my skin.

“Louis,” I whined, pulling back. “We’ve got to start the day. I have things to do. But you’re making this very hard for me.” He pulled me down and kissed me again.

“Well, you’re making this,” He nodded down to his growing erection. “…hard for me.”

I smirked to myself.

It was fair that he was turned on. I was wearing little more than pyjama shorts and a tiny crop top that clearly showed the outline of my pert breasts, Louis’s greedy eyes making no attempt to hide their bold exploration. Shuffling back a bit, I moved my hips and dragged my clothed heat over him, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

"Oh am I?” I asked, repeating my action. He hardened even more so under me, his shaft straining against the thin, black material.

Y/N.” He warned with a low groan. I ground myself against him again, the friction this time affecting me and causing my breath to hitch in my throat and hands to land on Louis’s chest. “God, keep doing that.” He spoke thoughtlessly.

“Yeah,” I tried to maintain some composure in my voice. “You like that Louis?” I spoke tauntingly.

“Yes.” He breathed out.

I was unbelievably aroused by the fact that he was coming apart at my mercy. And as I continued to dry-grind against him, I felt that same pressure building at my core that I did when we were doing the real thing.

“L-Louis, I think I might-” I gasped lightly as he thrust his hips upwards with reasonable force, moving against me as we worked each other towards our ends. “Fuck.” I dropped my head to hang limply, my eyes squeezed shut as I focused on the incredible feeling between my legs.

“Look at me if you come Y/N.” He commanded. “I want to see your face.” I nodded quickly as soon as he finished speaking and clawed at his chest as our hips moved even faster. The intensity soon became all too much and I felt my lower half numb as my release surged through me. My neck contracted and head pulled up just in time to look at Louis as my orgasm washed over me.

In a wave of trembling legs and an curled toes, I came above him in a way that I never had before.

“Louis.” I whimpered as I came back to my senses, my hips still grinding down hard onto him.

“How was that?” He asked unsteadily.

“Not as good as when you’re inside me.” I admitted. “But still bloody good.” I laughed lightly. He was gone though, caught up in his own pleasure as I watched his face contort and mouth fall open in euphoria.

“Are you gonna come in your pants for me Louis?” I asked sultrily, then biting my bottom lip and exaggerating a moan.

“Y/N, I swear to God…” His husky voice was almost enough to get me off a second time. With a few more particularly planned movements of my hips, I could tell that he was there.

“Come Louis.” I murmured as I watched him be hurled into his own world of bliss, his hips jerking as he released into the material of his jocks. I’m sure he got more and more attractive to me each time I saw him like this; vulnerable and completely content. He groaned and even whimpered a few times throughout his finishing, and each sound he made was like an angelic blessing gracing my ears.

Once he’d come down as well, and we were sat in the same position (my crotch on his, and my hands still on his now nail-marked chest), I smirked at him and stood up. Bending at the waist and ensuring he could see my bum up in the air, I leant down to whisper in Louis’s ear.

“Clean yourself up, bad boy. We’re leaving for the shops in 10.” I pulled back to see his expression was one of shock and complete arousal, then puffing my chest up with pride and leaving him there on the couch; a hot, sweaty, spent mess.

Birthday Surprises- Ron Weasley imagine

Request: Hi Lovely! I’d love a Ron imagine where it’s my birthday (I’m turning 16 on January 17th) and it’s very fluffy and awesome. THANK YOU!!! 💙🌷

*You didn’t leave a name so I went with Y/N like usual*

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“Y/N….” Gentle whispering drew you to consciousness early on a Sunday morning. You grumbled very lightly, squeezing your eyes tighter to block out the light from the open curtains around your bed. Then a soft hand rubbed its thumb over your cheek. “Y/N, wake up, love.”

“Ron?…Ron!” You jolted awake, staring wide into the adoring eyes of the ginger standing at your bedside. “How did you get in here?”

The boy grinned shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Fred and George helped me get up the staircase with one of their original–”

You cut him off with a grateful kiss on his lips. “The details aren’t important, Ronald.”

Ron flushed a light pink. “I just wanted to be here first thing on your birthday.” He smiled again. You had almost forgotten!

“Oh, Ron, thank you.” You threw your arms around his neck and he laughed into the crook of your neck. The both of you remained that way for a few more seconds until Ron pulled away to look at you.

“Come on, I’ve got a surprise for you.” He laced his fingers with yours and pulled you from your bed. You laughed and snatched a robe from the end of your mattress as Ron pulled you out the door.

Down the stairs you followed Ron, to the common room couch, where Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and other fellow Gryffindors sat waiting. You gasped at the sight of them all in their PJ’s, catching their attention.

“Guys! I’m so happy to see you all here! And all for me…” You hugged Harry and Hermione at once, moving on to Ginny and the twins.

“I couldn’t do it all by myself, so I enlisted their help.”

“Enlisted… wow, Ron I didn’t know you knew such a big word.” George remarked. Ron glared.

“Shove off, George.” Snickers filled the room after his comment. You kissed his cheek and Ron was smiling again.

“Ron got you a present, Y/N. Harry, get that for me.” Ginny motioned to an area on the floor where you could not see.

“You shouldn’t have–”

“Nonsense! We love you, Y/N!” Fred exclaimed.

“Oi, she’s my girlfriend, you tosser!” Ron frowned. You only laughed, taking the relatively large parcel from Harry’s hands. Under the gazes of all your friends around you, you tugged at the crimson ribbon and shifted the lid away. You covered a loud gasp with your hand.

“I can’t believe this!” You held the gift up to your chest, scanning over the rich blue wool material. “My very own Weasley sweater!” The letter of your first name was embroidered into the front in Gryffindor red; the colors contrasting beautifully.

“Thought you might like it, Y/N.” Ron blushed again.

“It was my idea.” Harry chimed in.

“Shut it, Harry!” Ron argued.

“I love it so much, Ron.” You grabbed his face in your hands and held his lips to yours for who knows how many seconds. Ron pulled away even more flushed than before. “And I love you too.”

“Get a room, you two. Honestly…” Ginny giggled. You rolled your eyes, but kissed Ron again.

“You made my day perfect, Ronald Weasley.”

“Well come on then! There’s more festivities to be had on this day!” George proclaimed majestically. Ron grabbed your hand, pulling you along on your next adventure of the day.

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Sorry it’s so short. But Happy Birthday! <3

wait while everyone’s flailing over Killian booping his nose with whipped cream to entertain a child, i’m flailing over the fact that he’s drinking a beverage that has whipped cream on it.
AKA hot chocolate… probably with cinnamon…because a certain princess made him try it and he’s taken a fancy to its taste.

(but really he prefers it on her lips as opposed to his own.)

(and he’s most likely into stealing emma’s whipped cream from her mug…especially on lazy sunday mornings while she grumbles at his piracy. she kisses him to keep him sated and hazy. and to keep his hands from stealing more.)

(it always works.)

my soul is on fire.

The Daily Grind

-Luke Hemmings Smut-

“Morning babe.” I smiled as Luke made his way down the stairs, wearing only boxers and his hair still a mess from having just woken up. As it shone through the glass window, the morning light caught his blonde mop, making certain out-of-place strands look even more golden than usual. How he managed to look so impeccable even at this time baffled me completely.

“Hey.” He came up and hugged me from behind as I sat on a stool at the breakfast bar reading the newspaper. “You’re up early.” He commented quietly as his chin rested on my shoulder.

“9 am isn’t quite what I’d call early, Lukey. And put some clothes on.” I said half-heartedly as I swung myself around and hopped down from the chair, Luke’s height now overwhelming as he looked down on me.

“Early for a Sunday…” He grumbled, ignoring my order and lifted me with ease into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his soft lips found mine.

“Mmm.” I agreed with a soft moan onto his mouth, our kiss becoming surprisingly heated as he carried us over to the couch. I broke the kiss as he took a seat with me on his lap, a bulge evident under where my crotch rested. He quickly reconnected our lips, his hands running up and down the backs of my thighs and causing goose-bumps to erupt over my skin.

“Luke,” I whined, pulling back. “We’ve got to start the day. I have things to do. But you’re making this very hard for me.” He pulled me down and kissed me again.

“Well, you’re making this,” He nodded down to his growing erection. “…very hard for me.”

I smirked to myself.

It was fair that he was turned on. I was wearing little more than pyjama shorts and a tiny crop top that clearly showed the outline of my pert breasts, Luke’s greedy eyes making no attempt to hide their bold exploration. Shuffling back a bit, I moved my hips and dragged my clothed heat over him, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

"Oh am I?” I asked, repeating my action. He hardened even more so under me, his shaft straining against the thin, black material.

Y/N.” He warned with a low groan. I ground myself against him again, the friction this time affecting me and causing my breath to hitch in my throat and hands to land on Luke’s chest. “God, keep doing that.” He spoke thoughtlessly.

“Yeah?” I tried to maintain some composure in my voice. “You like that Luke?” I spoke tauntingly.

“Yes.” He breathed out.

I was unbelievably aroused by the fact that he was coming apart at my mercy. And as I continued to dry-grind against him, I felt that same pressure building at my core that I did when we were doing the real thing.

“L-Luke, I think I might-” I gasped lightly as he thrust his hips upwards with reasonable force, moving against me as we worked each other towards our ends. “Fuck.” I dropped my head to hang limply; my eyes squeezed shut as I focused on the incredible feeling between my legs.

“Look at me if you come Y/N.” He commanded. “I want to see your face.” I nodded quickly as soon as he finished speaking and clawed at his chest as our hips moved even faster. The intensity soon became all too much and I felt my lower half numb as my release surged through me. My neck contracted and head pulled up just in time to look at Luke as my orgasm washed over me.

In a wave of trembling legs and an curled toes, I came above him in a way that I never had before.

“Luke.” I whimpered as I came back to my senses, my hips still grinding down hard onto him.

“How was that?” He asked unsteadily.

“Not as good as when you’re inside me.” I admitted. “But still bloody good.” I laughed lightly. He was gone in a moment, caught up in his own pleasure as I watched his face contort and mouth fall open in euphoria.

“Are you gonna come in your pants for me Luke?” I asked sultrily, then biting my bottom lip and exaggerating a moan.

“Y/N, I swear to God…” His husky voice was almost enough to get me off a second time. With a few more particularly planned movements of my hips, I could tell that he was there.

“Come Luke.” I murmured as I watched him be hurled into his own world of bliss, his hips jerking as he released into the material of his jocks. I’m sure he got more and more attractive to me each time I saw him like this; vulnerable and completely content. He groaned and even whimpered a few times throughout his finishing, and each sound he made was like an angelic blessing gracing my ears.

Once he’d come down as well, and we were sat in the same position (my crotch on his, and my hands still on his now nail-marked chest), I smirked at him and stood up. Bending at the waist and ensuring he could see my bum up in the air, I leant down to whisper in Luke’s ear.

“Clean yourself up, bad boy. We’re leaving for the shops in 10.” I pulled back to see his expression was one of shock and complete arousal, then puffing my chest up with pride and leaving him there on the couch; a hot, sweaty, spent mess.

“Everyone complains about the weather but no one does anything about it”

Weather forecasters (widely regarded as a selfish and incompetent lot) fail to predict massive and dangerous storms, yet repeatedly forecast terrible and awe-inspiring storms that do not occur.

Do not send me ‘explanations’. There is no excuse for not updating the forecasts to allow people to adjust plans where possible.


remember to hide ‘rambles’ to avoid seeing more like this

title: i’m so clumsy, you already know…

rating: m. 

a/n: it’s been real quiet on my end, life’s been hectic as heck, but ohmyheck 14 more days till OUAT returns, so here, have fic! 

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There’s a truth about Emma Swan she’s not keen for people to know – but one they learn anyway, once they’ve stayed with her a while.

She drops her phone at least once a day, bumps her little toe into something or another once a week, and manages to spill food on her clothes – floor, if she’s lucky, whenever she’s out to eat. There’s a little bell attached to her keyring and she’s got an encrypted copy of all her important documents on Dropbox, should she ever lose them.

In other words, Emma Swan is ridiculously clumsy.

It is a trait, she’s learned, that comes from her mother.

Snow White might have a steady hand when shooting an arrow, but she can’t swordfight for peanuts, nor can she hammer a nail without damaging a finger.

So, when she goes almost three weeks without a single stubbed toe, Emma takes notice.

She’s sitting by the breakfast bar, sipping on her too-hot coffee, tracing her week’s activities, wondering if she’s finally outgrown her ‘ugly duckling’ phase and is now transitioning into a semi-graceful Swan, when she’s joined by a sleep-rumpled pirate. 

“Why the bloody hell are you up so early on a Sunday, Swan?” he grumbles at her, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck.

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tangled webs: a luke hemmings fanfic - chapter 10

a/n: hey guys!!! wow, okay, so it’s been a while. so sorry this chapter’s taken forever. i’ve had a busy few weeks, mixed with a case of writer’s block, but last night inspiration struck and voila! i have some exciting plans for the next few chapters so hopefully they won’t take quite as long as this did. thanks for your patience! and, as always, feedback in appreciated and keeps me wanting to keep updating so uh, you know what to do! :)

Chapter 10 (complete chapter list here)

“What is this place?” I asked as I shifted my dark sunglasses up to rest on the top of my head. The small industrial looking building in front of us seemed ominous, even in the sunlight. Luke had taken back roads to reach our destination, uttering the words “you’ll see” every five seconds when I’d demand he tell me where we were going.

“You’re not a fan of surprises, are you?” Luke observed, shutting off the engine. I’d never really thought about it, but I guess he was right. Even as a kid I’d snoop around the house in search of my Christmas presents, much too curious to wait for the excitement of opening them on Christmas morning.

“Well, this seems kind of sketchy,” I shrugged, pointing at the dingy building ahead of us. It didn’t help that the parking lot was completely empty.

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