the operative word is 'he'

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SOMETHING THERE

*based on the song from Beauty and the Beast

There’s something sweet, and almost kind
But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
And now he’s dear, and so unsure
I wonder why I didn’t see it there before

Bucky Barnes was the most annoying person on the planet. Was being the operative word.

When he arrived at the Avengers Tower, he had been cold and mean and just plain rude. In the beginning, you let it slide without saying anything. He had been through way more than anyone you had known. Being brainwashed and used as a weapon could do the worst to even the best people.

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(Carcino Giovanna)

It was inevitable and I warned you that I was going to write a SnowBaz song in Baz’s point of view

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Let me unveil a story that I will never tell
Let me send myself into flames again
Let him get some sleep
Some peace from prophecies that fill his mind
Like lies fill mine
Free his mind
Like he frees mine

It’s hopeless, that I know
In fact, that’s the operative word,
He brings me to the constellations,
Constantly better than expectations
If I’m built for hate, he’s built for love,
And if he is so much, I’m not enough,

CHORUS
Sing me a swan’s song,
Wrap me up in gold,
For the monster’s in love with Simon Snow
We might just be the heirs of war,
But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold
As cold as snow

And as the temperatures run higher,
We’ll find what we desire
My heart built like catacombs,
How to get out no one knows,
As we stay alive,
Do you see everyday I’m dying over you?

CHORUS

Sing me a swan’s song,
Wrap me up in gold,
For the monster’s in love with Simon Snow
We might just be the heirs of war,
But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold
As cold as snow

I’m drawn to fire and the things that burn me most,
I’m drawn to you like a shadow to a ghost,
And life goes on,
We carry on
Life goes on
We carry on.

CHORUS

Sing me a swan’s song,
Wrap me up in gold,
For the monster’s in love with Simon Snow
We might just be the heirs of war,
But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold
As cold as snow

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A/N: This is a request I’ve been asked to keep anonymous. Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it. Publishing for Fluffy Rafi Friday for @yourtropegirl’sRaúl Esparza Appreciation Week. Thanks @larkistin for my Rafi and @minidodds for the beta!


The Cheshire cat grin on your face could only be explained by one thing, or rather person, Rafael Barba.

He had been your best friend since your Harvard days. The two of you had met in Dudley Garden, your secluded retreat, secretly tucked away between the end of Wigglesworth Hall and Lamont Library. It hadn’t been the best of meetings.

You were sneaking away to your hideaway during your free period. Your teachers had said medical school wouldn’t be easy and they’d been right. But it wasn’t the science that was troubling you, it was the social interactions, the need to be outgoing and vivacious all the time. It was hard work prompting a persona which didn’t come naturally to you. This was why you often took the chance to escape and revel in the natural beauty and solitude that the garden provided.

Except that your sanctuary had been invaded, by a rather handsome boy with scruffy hair. He was sitting under your favorite tree, nose buried in a law book. Biting your lip, you stood rooted to the spot, contemplating your choices. Just as you made up your mind to quietly slip away, the boy … well young man, looked up.

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I know this is a day late, but HAPPY TRANS DAY OF VISIBILITY! To all of the transgender people out there, I see you. You matter. And you are loved. 

Everyone had secrets.

Pidge was the first when she held off on the fact that she was actually a girl. (At least, it was a secret to Lance.)

Hunk failed to mention until recently that his actual dream was to be a world-renowned bakery chef but was told it was too unrealistic.

Keith? Well, Keith was still working with the publicity of possibly, most likely, being half-Galra. He was struggling, but his team had his back.

Coran had a son– operative word being ‘had’. When asked what happened, he hastily changed the subject.

Shiro announced at breakfast one morning that he was not originally planned to be a part of the Kerberos Mission and that the decision to put him on was last minute.

Allura revealed one day during training that she had major doubts about the five paladins. She admitted that she had spent many nights during the beginning pondering if she should find a new crew.

And, Lance? Well, Lance was born as Lana, but no one knew. He’d been going as Lance and identifying as a boy since he was three, and he didn’t really see the point in sharing. Everyone already had their adopted views of him; there was no need to change that.

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anonymous asked:

hi! i love your meta so much. i haven't seen you address this, if you have, sorry!--but i was curious what you thought about the physical affection part of the list scene, and then the moments after when bellamy leaves and clarke looks after him. you have great insight, and i'd love to hear your thoughts!

I haven’t talked about it nonny, and I’m glad you like my thoughts enough to ask! I also want to draw your attention to @velvet-tread‘s addition to this post because the parallels they draw between 302 and 403 are mindblowing and heart-wrenching.

As for the physical affection part of the list scene, I think what’s most significant about it is that it’s Bellamy offering physical comfort to Clarke.  With just a few exceptions, it’s always the other way around.  Bellamy is very good at offering Clarke verbal comfort when she’s at her worst– it had to be done, together, if you need forgiveness I’ll give that to you, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you do that alone, I believe you– but Clarke (again with a few exceptions) tends to offer Bellamy physical comfort instead.

The times I can think of that Bellamy has initiated any physical contact at all are as follows: when Clarke is kneeling in front of Lincoln in the dropship, when she’s tied up as Roan’s hostage, right before be cuffs her in 305, when he’s tying her bandage at Niylah’s, and after the List.  He’s also all up in her business when she’s unconscious in s2, but she’s not awake and I suspect that was almost more for him than for her. Kneeling in front of Lincoln isn’t even really a “physical comfort” sort of touch, just an “okay, my turn now,” nudge between friends.  The Hair Touch in the subway tunnel reads more instinctive instead of purposeful to me, because he’s so overwhelmed to finally have her there, in front of him, after three months of separation and worry.  It’s physical comfort, but it’s not deliberate.

That leaves three moments of deliberate physical comfort as initiated by Bellamy– wound tending, hand-holding pre-cuffing, and the Nuzzle.  The hand-holding in Hakeldama is really complicated, because I think he reached out and touched her because seeing Clarke sad is physically painful for him.  He followed it up with cuffing her– which was Not Okay, Buddy– but I do think the initial impulse was to offer her some comfort because even when he’s furious with her, he cares about her.  The wound tending was when they were still incredibly shaky as a pair, and it’s both a literal and metaphorical patch, on Clarke’s wound and on their friendship.  (I also don’t remember if we even see that he initiated it, but I’m gonna go with the interpretation that Clarke was struggling with her bandage all on her own and he came over to help.  But I may be wrong, because I do not want to rewatch s3 and so my memories are a little hazy.)  

As for the Nuzzle, we’re going to return to that, but first I want to talk about how Clarke uses physical contact in relation to Bellamy.  Under the tree in Day Trip we have Clarke giving Bellamy comfort with words more than touch, which is how he generally operates.  There’s a knee touch and maybe some leaning, but it’s mostly his version of support and comfort– verbal, not physical.  But after that, he’s her Person and she shifts to physical affection to comfort him and express her own feelings– she hugs him in 205, and she hugs and kisses him goodbye in 216.  In both instances, it’s not just for him, but for her too– she’s thrilled to see him and heartbroken to leave him, respectively.  But she also uses physical touch purely to comfort him, like when she checks his wounds at Niylah’s.  Touch is how Clarke shows him that she still cares about him, even after everything that’s happened.  

The Beach Hug is one of the purest expressions of Clarke offering Bellamy physical comfort that we have.  He’s crying, and she gives a little bit of a speech but eventually just decides to wrap herself around him until he’s better, and only the arrival of a goddamn Pacifist Navy SEAL unit ends the hug.  

In Polis she reaches for him when she’s terrified she might not survive the City of Light, and it’s only once he’s holding her hand that she calms down.  But you know what she does between the Beach Hug and the Polis handhold?

She tells Bellamy that she trusts him, flat out verbally reminding him that she needs him.  She uses his method of communication rather than her own, because she is able to recognize that that’s what he needs.

What I’m getting at here is that Bellamy usually expresses his love through words and Clarke expresses hers through touch, and it’s when they swap to use the other person’s method of communication that you can see how much they care about each other.  For Clarke, physical contact is the easiest way for her to say you matter to me because words don’t come to her as easily as they do to Bellamy.  For Bellamy, words are safer than touch because he is naturally more guarded than Clarke is, and words are good for keeping people at a literal arm’s length away.  So when Clarke uses her words to tell Bellamy she cares, that’s momentous.  And when Bellamy touches Clarke to show her he cares about her, that’s a big fucking deal.

Which brings us, of course, to the List and the Hand Nuzzle.  Bellamy wakes up and finds Clarke crying and his first instinct is words– if I’m on that list, you’re on that list.  But she can’t, and she’s still so broken and sad.

So Bellamy says I see you’re hurting and I’m here the way Clarke would for him– by touching her.  It’s a gentle touch and I think it’s important that there’s still some distance, because Bellamy does not initiate physical contact lightly.  He’s also trying to respect Clarke’s space and her grief, so he doesn’t swoop in and gather her into his arms.  He just touches her shoulder to say I know, and then Clarke is the one who doubles down on it and nuzzles his hand.  She responds best with physical contact, so this is a language she’s comfortable speaking.  He says I’m here and she says thank you all without them saying an actual word.

But then Bellamy leaves, because touch like that is very intimate and I think it’s overwhelming for him.  I am firmly on the “Bellamy Blake knows he is in Big Time Love with Clarke” train, so when she responds in kind to his touch he has to bail because he knows how he feels about her but he also knows how she feels.  And she’s not in love with him, not yet, and so he makes himself walk away before he reveals too much.  For him, this moment is about what Clarke needs, not what he needs, so he offers her physical comfort and then makes himself leave.

I think when Bellamy left it was, as @velvet-tread, a moment where Clarke realized something was shifting between them.  She had been so grateful for his touch that when he leaves, she looks mournful and thoughtful.  She didn’t want him to go, which isn’t new, but him touching her first is.  I think she appreciated it on a base level of “this is my friend and he made me feel better when I felt terrible,” but I also think it made her realize that he is precious to her in a lot of ways.  But I also think neither of them really has time to process that, so it’s just a little moment of “oh, I wonder if this might be something” that is quickly swallowed up by everything else.  She’s not in love with him, but she’s realizing that she could be.

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au in which philip is in a car accident (its super angsty. be warned.)


We don’t often realize the danger in a choice until we’re staring them in the face, grasping for the chance to go back. When we look it in the eye and it hits us like a train and we’re scrabbling for something to hold onto. The world twists on its axis, and what once was is now not, and everything falls to pieces around us.

It isn’t fate that brings our downfall. It is choice.

Lukas didn’t understand that until today. Until his choice changed everything.

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“I thought you were coming.” Philip said through the phone. Lukas frowned, and looked to where his father was waiting in the car.

“I know. It’s just-my dad-he-“

“It’s okay.”

“Philip.”

“Seriously. It’s okay. I’ll just see you later. It’s just some flea market. We can go any Saturday.”

Lukas paused, gnawing on the inside of his cheek.

“Bring me back something good?” He asked. He could hear Philip’s smile through the phone.

“I will.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, Lukas.”

It wasn’t. Lukas knew it wasn’t. But he let Philip hang up, and got into the car with his dad anyways.

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Sneak peek

…Kagome’s gaze took him in, mightily enjoying the way his ribbed tank showcased his muscles and the half-gone cigarette hanging from his mouth made Kagome’s craving for her own cancer stick increase. A black ballcap was turned backwards on his head, a sharp contrast to the short, shaggy silver hair that Kagome was suddenly dying to run her fingers through, and the sexy, arrogant smirk that curled his lips as he straightened from his shot sent a rush of heat…


…He knew she’d been eyeing him past fifteen minutes or so shortly after she’d claimed a seat at the counter and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed her the instant she stormed in, stormed being the operative word. It was obvious she’d been pissed off when she’d arrived; he hadn’t needed his nose for that. Just the murderous look on that beautiful face would have tipped anybody off to stay clear if they valued their genitals…


…something, he wasn’t sure what, exploded between them and for a minute Inuyasha forgot how to breathe. Her scent grew stronger, his cock got harder, and a deep, rolling growl thundered in his chest as his eyes dropped to her mouth. Those perfect lips curved upwards ever so slightly and then her tongue flicked out and dragged over her bottom lip. His own lips pulled back over his teeth, baring his fangs and despite the ballcap pulled down over his ears, he caught the slight hitch in her breath, watched her nipples harden beneath the clingy material of her shirt, and before he knew what he was doing, he shifted his weight forward…

Imagine Sonny blaming you after his girlfriend breaks up with him

(A/N: For the Anon who requested it. I hope you enjoy this and the first part. Sorry for the long wait. Sorry I haven’t uploaded in a few days. I wasn’t in the best headspace and I’m still working through it but I’m getting better and writing is a great distraction. Hope you all enjoy!)

The full backstory/part one can be found here  

(Not necessary to read but references to it are made throughout)

Imagine Sonny blaming you after his girlfriend breaks up with him

“Hey Jen.” you smiled as you walked across the empty squad-room towards her with a coffee mud in hand, “You looking for Sonny because he just stepped out with Rollins. He should be back soon though.”

“Actually Y/N,” She said nervously, “I was looking to talk to you.”

“Okay.” You dragged out a confused and cautious smile on your face, she was acting a bit off,  “Do you want to sit down?”

“Maybe we could go to a coffee shop or something?” she suggested, messing with the strap of her handbag that was hung on her shoulder.

“Sure,” you agreed, putting down your coffee cup and grabbing your jacket, “Lets go.”

You waited until you were a block away from the station to ask her what was going on. She was acting strange and was definitely on edge. You engaged in absent minded chatter, asking her about her day and how work was, she was an elementary school teacher. She gave basic answers and tensed whenever you mentioned her boyfriend and your best-friend slash roommate slash partner Sonny Carisi.

“Jen, what’s going on?” you asked, stoping mid-stride, not being able to take it anymore.

“Let’s sit down.” She suggested once again, opening the door to a coffeeshop that you unintentionally stopped in front of.

You both walked in and gestured for you to sit down while she got coffee for you both. You protested but she insisted and she knew what you liked. She’d known you for long enough. Decaf because you hated the aftertaste of coffee.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” you asked as she put down your coffee and sat down in the posits side of the booth.

“It’s about Sonny.” She began, taking a sip, calming her nerves.

“Okay, is something wrong?” you probed, feeling simultaneous worry for the both of them.

“Well, yes maybe no. I don’t know yet.” She confessed, steady now and like she usually is.

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“To see my wonderful niece, of course. What? Wanting to kick Winter’s ass? Me? How dare you“

Wait, what? Qrow is obviously not an Atlas operative considering Ironwood’s words before so that means he was sent as part of Ozpin’s unofficial group.

I love him.

Good relationship advice from Qrow, take note kids.

Goodbye Winter, nice to have met you. Too bad about getting owned by a lush.

I’m playing along

Word count: 2312

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader (finally!!!)

Summary: You fail to admit your feelings for your favourite fighting frenchman, and the subtle hints just won’t do it, so you use jealousy as your weapon.

Warning: Swearing, Light smut??? Actually not, idk. its very subtle i guess.

Note: Ya,I wanted to write a fic for Lafayette so long!!! But I had no ideas, so I asked my dear @fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines to help me for the plot, but I’m not sure how much of that is still left?
Also Laf turned out a lot more salty than he is??? Headcannon for laf btw: Him calling hamilton alexandre instead of alexander. because it sounds nice. also. good french!!! Shall i translate it?

“Bonjour Lafayette”, you greeted your french friend, giving him a sheepish smile as you sat down next to him, holding a steaming hot coffee in your hands. “Oh, mon amie.” He looked up from his phone to greet you with two kisses on your cheeks in the typical french manner, making you blush in almost an instant. As always, he was wearing his hair up, and you had to resist the urge to run your fingers through it. The bright smile he was flashing you was contagious, so you decided to return it.

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Divided: Part 9

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: itty bit of smut, angst, fluff… lots of fluff

Word Count: 2229

Summary: The morning after your first night with Bucky results in some complicated conversations 

Authors Note:  I personally love this part and I’m getting stupidly excited about how this series is working out, hope you guys are too. The song mentioned in this part is Only Forever, definitely check it out, its adorable. Hope you all enjoy. Tagging is open, they’ve just been moved to the bottom, just ask if you want to be tagged :D

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12


Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

The music swirls in his head, the memory of the old dancing hall swimming around him as the band plays his favorite song, Bing Crosby’s “Only Forever”. He sways in time with the music, remembering the familiar lyrics. He spins slowly, noting the fellow dancers falling into step around him.

Then he sees her. Y/N. Standing there in a soft green dress, cut tightly around her waist, her thick hair framing her face in soft curls. Her red lips pushed out in a pout as she reaches out to him, waiting for his hand. In a moment Bucky steps forward, taking her fingers in his own as his other arm glides around her waist, pulling her close as they sway to the music.

He inhales her scent, pressing his cheek to her temple, humming quietly as his eyes drift happily shut. “Do you think I’ll remember, how you looked when you smiled?” Bucky sang along with his favorite song, the lyrics familiar and true as he gazes down at her, her perfect smile flashing up at him. “Only forever, That’s puttin’ it mild”.

“Y/N, I want forever.” He whispers softly, his lips connecting tenderly with hers as the song fades away, light growing around Bucky’s vision.


His eyes blink open, squinting slightly at the sun shining through a crack in the boarded window. He squeezes his eyes shut, begging to recover the dissolving dream. Shifting his arm slightly, he becomes aware of a small pressure causing him to open his eyes to see you curled beside him.

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One Last Call

Summary: (Requested by @amylillian22 (: ) This is part 2 to Smooth Operator. Liam is still trying to process that (Y/N) is Rose, the phone sex operator he fell for over the phone.

 Word Count: 3.5k

WARNING: There is a little smut at the end.

 A/N: Mason, Corey, Liam and the reader are all at least 20 years old. Amy this was so fun to go back to lol. I’m so glad you requested a part two!

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Liam’s POV

Rose is (Y/N). (Y/N) is Rose.

I replayed all the obvious clues in my head, yet I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. Why hadn’t I noticed her sweet voice sooner? I thought I only knew her as Mason’s friend, the one I never had the guts to speak to. Whenever they spoke, I always kept my distance. I didn’t want to eavesdrop on their conversation, but once I heard that beautiful laugh, I was hooked.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and made my way to my dorm.

It wasn’t my intention, but I found it more difficult than I should have to not listen whenever she spoke. Maybe that’s why I fell for Rose hard. The voice reminded me of (Y/N). It was (Y/N).

A blushed crept over my cheeks as I realized (Y/N) knew everything. Every desire I had  that was sexual and platonic. It was extremely comfortable speaking to her, no wonder I felt compelled to tell her whatever was on my mind and she understood. It felt safe talking to her, but now that I knew who she really was, it made it that much harder for me to wrap my head around it.

Would she ever take my calls again given that she knows who I am? Will she ever speak to me in person? I highly doubt it. The things we said we wanted to do to each other made me nervous, yet it was…enticing. I’ve never been that forward with anyone before, especially a female. She made me feel like I was the only person that ever mattered.

I stared at the number saved in my phone and wondered if she would be working tonight. Part of me hoped she would be. Talking to her always made my night, but now I fear they may become awkward now that we’ve met and there was only one way to find out.

As soon as I entered the dormitory, I dialled the number and asked for Rose. Surprisingly, she was working tonight.

“H…hi. I’m Liam”

“I know who you are”, she said softly

“Of course. About today…”, I started as i realized the elevator was out of service and I made my way to the staircase

“It was interesting”, she finished, “Is it bad that I’m glad I can put a face to the voice?”

“N…no. Well it depends on how you feel about the face”

She giggled and I smiled triumphantly.

“I really like the face”, she said as she giggled some more

I could sense her nervousness through the phone. At least I wasn’t the only one.

The blush returned to my cheeks again, “Was Mason aware of your job?”

She stayed quiet for a few seconds before answering, “He did. I told him about it a couple of weeks after I started. He thought it was pretty cool. I never told him what my pseudonym was though”

“That’s pretty interesting, given that Mason was the one who told me to call your hotline”

It grew silent until I heard her laugh again. I wanted to hear it as often as possible. I began to laugh too as I realized our friend was trying to set us up the entire time.

I sighed as I reached the third floor and realized it was the wrong one. I had to go up two more floors. Why was it so hard for me to remember which room the floor was on? I’m usually good with this stuff, but my main focus was on (Y/N). Right now she was all that really mattered.

“So how did I get through to you every time I called?”

“We spoke so often, that I made sure everyone knew to direct your calls to me and to clear my schedule whenever you called. I knew that after we finished, it would hard to focus on anyone else. It was like that most nights. They weren’t you which made things a little difficult”, she said as if she was exposing her darkest secret

“How?”

“Well I fell for your voice and your personality. You weren’t like everyone else”

I stayed quiet and waited for her to continue as I reached the fourth floor.

“You weren’t cocky and so sure of yourself. You never acted as if you knew what I needed or wanted. Shyness isn’t really a common factor for people who do call me so I was intrigued as to why you called in”

“It was Mason”, I added, “He gave me the number to call, but never told me who to ask for”

Part of me hated him for it, yet I was grateful.

“I owe him for that because I got to meet you”

“If he would have tried to introduce me to you any other way, it probably wouldn’t have worked”

“I thought this way would be far more difficult”

“For others yes. For me? Not at all. He knew I liked you and always encouraged me to come talk you, but I always chickened out at the last moment. It was easier for me to talk over the phone and be anonymous. It put me at ease”, I responded truthfully

“You asked me what I wanted”, she blurted out, “That isn’t common for many callers. They tell me the things they’ll do to me and that’s it. I imagine it’s like they get off and leave me unsatisfied”, she giggles again, “But you, Aaron, made it your business to find out what I wanted and it was such a…one second I think my roommate is at the door”

“Okay”, was all I could say as I waited for her response

The door in front of me opened and (Y/N) stood, shocked, in her doorway. She stayed quiet before a grin spread across her face.

“Liam? Or should I say Aaron?”, she asked as her eyes roamed from my face, legs, and everything in between

She spoke as if she wanted much more from me than just a conversation. On some nights we spoke we had meaningful conversations and others were bad enough to make a drill sergeant blush. It was always spontaneous. We never knew what type of might it would be until the other picked up the phone.

“It depends. Who do you want?”, I said making my tone match hers

She stepped out of her room and pulled me by my belt loops, “Well I was enjoying getting to know Liam. I like him the way he is”

“Really?”

“Don’t be so surprised. You’re very sweet and considerate. Why would I not like you for you?”, (Y/N) asked as she locked the door

“Well I’m nervous around you all the time, to the point where I avoided you for most of the school year and I’m also –”

“Liam that doesn’t matter to me. I’m glad Aaron turned out to be you. I’ve never met anyone who cared for me that much, even if we only spoke on the phone”

(Y/N) sat on her bed and I finally sat down next to her. We laid back on her bed and talked for the rest of the night. It may seem a little unconventional, but I’m glad this is how I met the girl of my dreams.

Months Later

“So Rose do you have anything planned after the movies for Aaron tonight? Isn’t it your anniversary or something?”, Mason asked as a  smirk spread across his face

“Mason! Stop asking and don’t call us that in public”, I chided

“It’s alright Liam. I already told you you  don’t have to worry since you were the only caller from our campus”

I relaxed a little more when I remembered her telling me months ago. When we started dating, she decided to stop her night job. It never bothered me if she kept it or not, but she insisted. Things are a little different now. She grew tired of the callers becoming more insensitive towards her so she decided to hang up the towel…or phone.

“Fine. I’ll stop”, he grinned

“Why aren’t you with Corey?”, she asked

“The same reason why we aren’t going out until later tonight: because he decided to take night class. Who does that?”, Mason scoffed

“You’re lovely boyfriend”, she sang

They both started laughing at each other. Things started to get so much easier once (Y/N) and I started dating. She was already friends with my best friend so we all hung out whenever we got the chance. When we went on dates, it felt like we were the only ones left. No one else mattered at the moment, but her. We had our first kiss the first night I spent in her dorm. It was two in the morning and her roommate decided to stay at a friend’s house. I was halfway through my sentence when I looked at her and lost my train of thought.

‘What are you staring at?’

‘The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’

She grinned at me and her mood began to change. She rolled over so we were face to face and my heart started beating out of control. Her lips trailed over mine and my mind went completely blank. I pushed myself forward and our lips met. My lips tingled as they melted on to hers. Her hand trailed down my chest as my hand rubbed her thigh. Soon enough she was pushing my jacket from my shoulders and I was ripping her shorts off.

As soon as we made contact, her phone began to ring. Apparently her friend’s plans fell through and she needed a ride back to campus. We held off that night and decided it was best to wait for it not to be in the spur of the moment.

Mason walked out the theater hand in hand with Corey as (Y/N) and I followed behind them.

“I can’t believe that’s how the movie ended. That was a load of bs”, Corey exasperated, shaking his head

“I agree. That was way too unrealistic”, (Y/N) smiled, “It was so bad”

Mason and I laughed as we watched our significant other’s expressions. They were always on each others’ side.

“So”, Mason said as he eyed (Y/N) and I, “I have to ask”

Oh God. Here we go.

“Rose what exactly do you have planned for my friend tonight? Do I need to wait up or what?”, he smiled

To my surprise (Y/N) smiled back, “You might not see him until the day after tomorrow”

She turned and winked at me as a blush spread across my cheeks. I was excited about staying with her for the night whether we had sex or not. I took her hand in mine and she began to grin.

“Does that answer your–”, she started

“Rose?”, someone called

We all turned our heads in the direction of the unfamiliar voice.

A man in his late twenties was staring right at (Y/N), who’s raised her eyebrows in question.

“It is you”, the creep nearly gasped, “ I used to call in all the time because I was in love with your voice”

“Umm..I..”, she stammered

“I knew it was you. I’d know that voice from anywhere”, he said he stepped closer to her

Before he could make another move, I stepped in front of him, “I think that’s enough”

“Who the hell are you?”, he asked as he tried to walk around him

Even if I wasn’t there Mason and Corey stood their ground to protect (Y/N).

“I said that’s enough. Don’t you see that you’re making her uncomfortable?”

He looked over and saw the look on her face. She barely made eye contact. It was almost as if she was ashamed.

“Yeah because I’m supposed to fall for that. If she really was so uncomfortable why did she do it in the first place?”

I balled my hands into fists until my knuckles turned white. I didn’t want to make a scene, but he was asking for it.

“I’m just curious to know”, he continued, “How does it feel to date someone who has phone sex with other guys? Isn’t that cheat–”

I swung before he could finish his sentence. He was on the ground holding his bloody nose writhing in pain.

“No it doesn’t bother me, given it’s the way we met”

I pulled (Y/N) away before a crowd began to form. She was still processing all that happened. She was on autopilot until Mason and Corey got out the car.

“That was another reason why I stopped taking calls”, she said softly, “I always felt like something like this was happen. It seemed impossible, but I just wanted to take precaution”

“Isn’t this a terrible way to start a relationship?”, she added quickly

She stared at me with so much uncertainty.

“Unconventional? Yes. Terrible? No.We were honest with each other from the beginning. I’m glad Mason made me call that night or else I wouldn’t have been able to meet you”

(Y/N) smiled at my answer before kissing me on the lips.

(Y/N)’s POV

Liam walked me back to my room thirty minutes ago. After tonight’s events, I knew he was still a little upset and needed to blow off a little steam. I never wanted tonight to end like this. What happened was no one’s fault, but everyone was either annoyed, upset, or both. I wanted to talk to Liam. We had our own way of communicating and it was alright to go back to it every once in awhile.

‘Just for tonight’, I thought as I dialed his number

Surprisingly, he picked up on the second ring wide awake, “(Y/N)? Is everything alright?”, he panicked

“(Y/N)’s perfectly fine Aaron. The question is, is everything alright with you?”, you answered

Liam slowly let out a breath I didn’t know he was holding, “Rose, it’s nice to hear from you again. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well I haven’t heard from you in a while. I may not work anymore, but I’ll always make time for you…and only you Aaron”

I could practically hear him smile through the phone.

“That’s good to know babe. It is okay for me to call you that right?”, he asked nervously

“Of course it is. I’ve missed our conversations”

“Which ones deep conversations or the one where we talk about our fantasies and desires? Because I miss both”

“I miss both too, but right now I’m thinking about one in particular”, I paused and took a breath, “But with a twist”

“What did you have in mind Rose?”

“We can have our same conversation, but we can make it a little interesting while we’re doing it”

“How will we do…oh. Oh”, there was fumbling in the background until he picked up the phone again, “Where do we begin?”

“What’s been on your mind lately?”

“You”, he answered almost immediately, “Just you. Your laugh, your smile, your voice, and also what I want to with you. Like right now”

“Yeah?”, I let out, “And what would that be?”

“I would grab you by your waist, kiss your neck until you start moaning softly. I remember you told me that drove you crazy. Having someone’s lips on your neck, I can attest to that. By then, I would be kissing you as I unbuttoned your blouse and let it fall to the ground”

As he talked about taking off my blouse, I began to unbutton my shirt, allowing to fall into a pile on the floor.

“I’d make my way from your lips, down your neck”, he said softly as I let the tips of my fingers trail down my neck, “Kissing the rest of my way down to your breasts as I pull off your bra so I can caress them in my hand”

I squeezed my thighs together at the thought. My hands had made their way down to my breast, with my bra on the floor as well. I rubbed them as gentle as Liam would.

“Pretty soon I would want to hear you moaning softly because it drives me insane…in a good way”, he added quickly, “While you’re lying on the bed, I’d roll one of your nipples between my fingers, while putting the other in my mouth. Think of my tongue rolling over it softly as I’m still squeezing the other in my fingers”, he said in a husky voice

A soft moan escaped my lips as I rolled both of my nipples between my fingers as gently as Liam does, my thighs still clenched together.

“I want to hear you (Y/N). Just like that”, he groaned, “I would keep going, knowing you’re trying to clench your thighs together, but I know I’ll be getting to it shortly. I start squeezing your nipple a little harder as I suck on the other”

I moaned a little louder as I pinched them a little harder. My back nearly arched off the bed.

“Dammit (Y/N). If was over there right now”

“Come over here and show me then”, I cooed

He groaned again.

“I would keep going until you thought you were on the brink of an orgasm, then pull away and kiss my way down to your thighs. I’d stop just as I got to your mound and kiss just where it meets your thighs. I’d lick my way up and down then move to the other side, going as slow as i possibly could”

My hands travelled to my mound and slowly ran my fingers up and down the area where his tongue would be. I tried to focus on not rubbing my clit or my lips.

“Liam”, I moaned, “Please come over”

“But I’m not done yet”, he said sweetly, “I’m not stopping until I hear you have your orgasm. I want to hear you through the phone”

“I want to slide my tongue down your mound as I reach your clit I’m going to move away to kiss my way up and down your thighs. When I reach the top, I’m going to rub the tip of my tongue across your clit over and over…”

He paused when he heard me gasp. My finger was rubbing against my clit in circular motions, while one hand was still rolling my nipple between my fingers.

“You’re doing it aren’t you?”, he asked, his voice thick with need

“Yes”, I moaned

“What does it feel like?”

I wasn’t sure if it was his voice in my ear, the question, or a combination of both, but I was far too turned on to care.

“It feels like sparks”

“Sparks”, he repeated with a laugh

“Don’t judge me Dunbar. It feels like every nerve ending is firing right now and I might explode at any minute. My core has been throbbing ever since I’ve heard you speak”

He groaned again.

“What will you do next?”, I baited

“Someone seems eager for a release”, he laughed once more, “I would wrap my lips around your clit and suck as gently as I could. I’d take my time sucking softly, then start sucking harder just to watch your back arch off the bed”

I rubbed my clit quicker at the thought of him between my legs.

“I don’t think I could just stop it there. My fingers would push their way between your thighs. That feeling of having you wrapped around my fingers would drive me insane”

“I began to clench again, but there was still nothing there. I wanted him here so bad.

“My fingers would start to curl as they stroked your g spot. Then–”

A loud moan escaped my lips as my fingers pushed past my folds going towards my g spot. The more pressure I put on it the better it felt.

“Liam”, I moaned as my legs began to shake

A groan came from his end, “(Y/N), I’m so close”

“Me too”

We haven’t even got to the fun part yet”

I giggle softly. My bottom lip quivered, my legs were shaking as my hips bucked off my mattress. I was getting closer to the edge, ready to take that dive.

“The second my fingers reached your spot, my lips would wrap around your clit and I wouldn’t dare stop until I feel you cumming all around my fingers…”, he paused

My voice reached a higher pitch as I finally flew over the edge. The orgasm ripped through me as I screamed Liam’s name.

Liam’s voice echoed in my ear as he reached his orgasm as well.

When I became aware of my surrounding again, the phone clicked. One minute later there was a knock on my door. I threw on some shorts and a tshirt and twisted the knob. Almost immediately, I was pinned against the wall between Liam’s arms with his mouth on mine.

“I told you we weren’t finished yet”, he said as he pulled off my clothes, “Happy anniversary babe”

2

You’re all masochists. 

“You’re gonna make it. Just stay awake.”

It’d been years. It had been almost ten years since that awful night, but it was still fresh in Will’s mind. Every day he entered the hospital, and every day another patient died at his hands, it all reminded him. And it was always worse on the anniversary.

It was supposed to be their second anniversary. After being friends with Nico through high school, he’d built up the courage to ask him out halfway through the first semester of college. And he’d miraculously agreed. Those first few months were filled with sweet, awkward bliss and laughter. After that, their relationship became a little rocky. They had to be a part for long periods of time as they studied for finals and it left them each irritable which led to pointless arguments between the two. But they had made it to a year. Because despite each argument, there was always a make-up day. Then, finally the day came when they’d been so comfortable with each other and had been so certain of their relationship, they’d taken the next step. Sometimes, the ghosts of Nico’s lips and fingers that night returned to his memory so clearly he couldn’t breathe.

It was supposed to be their second anniversary. It was supposed to be. Nico was supposed to rent some movies from the corner store a block away from Will’s apartment and they were supposed to eat all the junk food they’d bought earlier that week and they were supposed to spend the cold night cuddled together under a fortress of blankets, talking lazily. Will was supposed to give him a promise ring, he was supposed to vow to one day present him with an engagement ring, promise to one day marry him, to love him forever.

It hadn’t gone that way at all.

As he sat in the hospital cafeteria in his doctor’s coat, with a cup of stale coffee in his hands and the fluorescent lights washing every color out of the room, Will closed his eyes and went back to that horrible day.


Nico was late. He was supposed to be at the apartment a half hour ago, and Will still hadn’t heard from him. The pizza was cold, the beers were warm, and frankly, Will’s eyelids were feeling heavy. Finally, a knock came at his door.

When he answered it, he saw Nico leaning against the doorframe, looking tired and oddly enough, sweaty. He gave him a tight smile, but Will was too annoyed to ask what was wrong. He turned away and threw his hands up. “You could’ve called, you know? You have a phone for a reason, I mean-”

“Hey, love?” Nico croaked. “I don’t mean to be a downer, but…. I think I need help.” Will turned in confusion and saw Nico shove his jacket open. His eyes drooped and his hand came away bloody. He realized, stupidly, that behind Nico, the floor was dotted with a trail of dark red blood.

“Nico?” he asked in a panicked voice immediately going to his side and checking his wound. “Oh my God, what happened?” he asked, his voice rising, his hands shaking. “Get in here, why haven’t you called the ambulance, Nico, oh my God.” He took him into his arms and laid him on the couch, racking his brain for what he was supposed to do to stop so much bleeding. “Nico, what happened?”

“Mugger,” Nico mumbled. “Knife…. He took my phone.” Will stared at his own hands, now coated in Nico’s warm blood and his stomach churned.

The shock had overwhelmed him so badly, he hadn’t thought to call the ambulance himself until he saw his shaking hands. With clumsy fingers, he dialed 9-1-1 and didn’t let the dispatch operator finish asking before he was stumbling over his words into the phone. “My boyfriend- mugged- he stabbed- someone, someone stabbed him, and he- the blood, he won’t stop bleeding.”

“Sir, please calm down, can you give me an address, please?” the operator said in a voice so steady, Will wanted to shake them. He managed to stammer out his address and hung up.

He looked back at Nico who was starting to close his eyes as his chest moved up and down quickly. “Hey, hey, hey,” Will said, falling to his knees beside him. “No don’t you do that, don’t you close your eyes, Nico, look at me.” Nico’s eyes fluttered, and he gasped for air. His hand fumbled for Will’s. “Open your eyes, Nico,” Will pleaded.

“Trying,” he whispered. “He got my head.” Will furrowed his eyebrows and gently put a hand behind Nico’s head. Near the top, the hair was matted to the unnaturally flat skull, and when Will pulled his hand away, it was even bloodier than before.

“Oh, Nico,” he moaned, holding his hand tight. “You’re gonna make it,” he promised. “Please, just stay awake. The ambulance is on its way.”

Nico groaned and panted as he grit his teeth against the pain. Will felt his heart pound against his chest as he watched Nico fighting to stay awake. “Sing,” he croaked. Will furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded. With a wavering voice, he sang one of Nico’s favorite slow songs. Before he finished the second verse, Nico interrupted him with a smile on his face. “Thank you. Thank you for making things better for me. I’m so glad I met you.”

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” Will asked through clenched teeth, his voice breaking. “Don’t do that. Stay awake.”

Nico nodded, but his eyes close anyway. “I’m awake,” he whispered, through unmoving lips. “I’m awake.” Then, in a voice so low, Will could barely hear it, he murmured, “I love you.”

His eyebrows furrowed and suddenly, paramedics were rushing through his door. Nico was still breathing and he was immediately put onto a cot to be taken to the hospital. “Stay awake, Nico!” Will called as they rushed him out of the apartment.

Will started for them, but remembered the ring and backtracked to get it. He would give it to Nico as soon as he was stable enough. And then he would buy an engagement ring, and they’d go to California and get married, and Nico would be fine.

He grabbed his coat and did his best not to look at the blood stained couch as he left. He must have gotten at least tickets prepared to be mailed to his place before he reached the hospital. He rushed into the emergency room and saw the doctor who he had helped during his rounds the year before. As a pre-med student, he was familiar with the hospital and most of the staff, but he’d never been to relieved to see him.

“Dr. Lester,” he breathed. “Doctor, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot how to treat a bleeding wound, I couldn’t th-think, I know I should have done something, but I didn’t-”

“Will,” Dr. Lester interrupted. But Will kept rambling.

“I shouldn’t have forgotten, I know, but he’s okay, right? You helped him? Or maybe Dr. Knowles? Where is he, can I see him?”

The doctor took a deep breath and looked at him sadly. Will had seen the look before. It was the look he gave to the family members whose loved one didn’t make it. His eyes watered and his throat closed as he backed away from the man he’d followed religiously as though he were a viper. “No,” he choked shaking his head slowly. “No, no, no.” He stumbled back against a chair and fell to the floor, but he didn’t even care because the grief of Dr. Lester’s unspoken words had already crushed what was left of his hope.

His shoulders shook as tears fell hot and fast down his cheeks. He gasped for air, unable to see past the white linoleum floor. Dr. Lester kneeled beside him and took him gently by the arm and helped him up. But Will had no strength in his legs and he fell against him. The doctor rubbed his arm soothingly, and shushed him softly.

“We lost him in the ambulance, son,” he explained. “Too much blood lost, and the hit to his head…. Will he should have died instantly.” Will let out a heart wrenching sob that drew the eyes of the others in the waiting area. “Come,” the doctor said, leading him through the double doors. “Do you want to see him?” Will nodded, unable to speak. He was led down the hall and into another before he was taken into his room.

There were no machines. No beeping monitor. No IVs connected to his body. Just the hospital bed and Nico’s body on it, still not covered to his head. It looked like he was sleeping. He looked paler, but Will wanted desperately to believe he was just asleep. As he neared his boyfriend, he noticed the red stain on the pillow from his head injury.

“Nico,” he cried. “Nico, wake up.” There was no response. “You idiot,” Will said, laughing sardonically. “You were supposed to stay awake.” His laugh turned into sobs and he reached out a shaking hand to take Nico’s. It was disturbingly cold and hard. Will’s face crumpled as he sobbed against his hand, kissing it, hoping to infuse life back into him, hoping to get a reaction, something. But Nico remained still. Still and pale and cold. Dead.

Will managed to pull out the box from his coat pocket and pulled out the ring. “This was supposed to be yours,” he whispered. He slid it onto his ring finger. “I’m assuming you would have said yes….” His throat constricted and he let out a mangled cry. “Oh, God, Nico I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, this is my fault. I was supposed to know what to do, I was supposed to help you. I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry.” He leaned forward and kissed his face, apologizing over and over, until his voice was barely a whisper.

The fact that he’d lost the person he loved most clawed at his heart and he threw his arms around Nico, burying his face in the crook of his cold neck before screaming an inhuman, painful, heartbroken scream that lured the doctors and nurses to him.

They knew Will. And they knew about Nico. So when they saw him, nobody had the heart to pull him away from the corpse. “I love you, Nico,” he sobbed into his deaf ear.


A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled him from his memory. “Dr. Solace, maybe you should go home,” a nurse said gently. “It’s fine.”

“No,” he said, wiping away the tears that streaked his face. “I have lives to save today.”

@shellumbo asked for “the first time Clint sees Phil after CW” and here’s where it went! I hope you like it!

“You were supposed to be retired,” Phil says as he strolls into the small apartment T’Challa had given to Clint to use during his recovery from The Raft.

“You were supposed to be dead,” Clint retorts, trying and failing to get up from the soft leather couch he was dozing on.

“Good thing neither one of us is awesome at following through on plans,” Phil says, sitting down and pulling Clint into his arms and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Ow.” Clint would love to spend the next two hours kissing Phil, and maybe testing out the huge bed with satin sheets in the bedroom, but his ribs and jaw and very broken ankle are going to bitch about that plan in earnest.

“Steve said he had to carry you out of the Raft prison cell,” Phil says as he pulls back and gives Clint a once-over.

“Yeah,” Clint says with a sigh. “I let the guards bust my ankle pretty good in one round.” He reaches out to Phil’s cheek and runs his hand over the rough stubble of a couple days growth. “You’ve been busy.” He loves rough stubble on Phil – he almost came at the sight of it the first time Phil let it happen in Clint’s presence years ago – but it’s not usual, particularly if he’s going to be seen in a whole new place like Wakanda.

“My team seems to find trouble everywhere,” Phil says. “And I needed to get here quickly once I found out what happened.” He presses another gentle kiss to Clint’s lips. “You were distracting the guards from the others?” He says, running a hand through Clint’s hair.

Clint maybe wants to purr, but he holds back. “Yeah. They had Wanda in a strait jacket and I know Scott had never been in that kind of situation. I mean, he’s seen the inside of a prison, sure, but not one like that.”

“And Sam? You couldn’t let him have some of the fun?” Phil asks, moving his hands down to caress Clint’s aching shoulders.

Clint frowns. “No one should ever get to lay a hand on Sam Wilson in anger. No one.”

Phil chuckles. “Okay, fair point.”

Clint finds Phil’s hand with his. “You’re not worried about T’Challa and his people knowing you exist?”

“I think I’d trust that man and his people with the fate of the world, really,” Phil answers, and yeah, Clint knows what he means. T’Challa is a synonym for leader, it seems. “He’ll keep my secret,” Phil adds, “And I needed to see you.”

Clint looks up at him and lets the adoration in Phil’s eyes seep into his soul. He soaks it up with every weekend they spend together, with every phone call, with every Skype call. He’d quit working so much with the Avengers after Ultron because he realized that life is too short and he needed to spend his with Phil as often as he could.

“I needed to see you, too,” Clint replies, “Retirement was supposed to be about us getting more chances to spend time together, not fighting against my friends.”

“It worked out in the end,” Phil says. “And I’m here now, and you can come back with me after we rest a bit in this amazing place.” He stands up and takes his suit jacket off and lays it across a nearby chair. “Now, I think we could both use that bed in there.” He helps Clint to his feet and hands him his crutches. Clint follows him to the bedroom

“Satin sheets are good,” he says as he maneuvers himself into pajamas and Phil does the same. When they finally crash in the bed together, Phil pulls Clint in tight to his chest.

“Resting together is good,” Phil replies.

“And when we’re done resting?” Clint asks, wiggling a little in Phil’s arms.

“Then satin sheets will be very good, indeed,” Phil says, “But for now, sleep with me.”

Clint obliges him in the next breath, and the next day at lunch when Sam asks Clint if he’d consider coming back to the Avengers full-time, he shakes his head. “Nope. I’m definitely retired. Phil reminded me last night.”

“I’ll bet he reminded you of some other things, too,” Steve says, not even looking up from the tablet he was reading the news on.

Clint absolutely does not blush.

“Not yet, Cap,” Phil pipes in from the doorway. He’s shaved his face and has a crisp new suit on, and his blue eyes are sparkling.

Yet being the operative word,” Clint adds, standing and pulling his crutches to his sides. “A very operative word.” He follows Phil out of the dining area to the sound of groans and Sam’s laughter.

Natasha calls after them, “You two are pretty feisty for a retiree and a dead guy.”

Clint just flips her off and follows Phil back to their room.