there was way too much sassy in that room

Help A Buddy Out

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— You and Bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy —

 

“Y/N!” You heard your roommate shout from across the apartment. “Have you seen my shirt?!”

“Why of course, I know exactly what you do with all your shirts. What type, what color, what brand are you looking for? Wait, let me just look into my Bucky Barnes archives…” You shouted back with way too much sass.

A shirtless Bucky poked his head around the door of your bedroom. “Hardy har har.” He returned before coming fully into the room. “You’re overly sassy for no apparent reason. What’s going on?” He strutted over to the bed and took the book from your hands as he sat down. “Chaucer?” he questioned. “You only subject yourself to Chaucer when you’re in a bad mood.”

“Yea, well I had a change of heart.” You retort as you try to snag your book back. He pulled it further from your reach. “Buck, give me my book back.”

“No, not until you tell me why you’re in full sass mode today.”

“Well, then I’ll never get it back.” You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back against the headboard.

“C’mon Y/N. I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.” He spoke as he smiled one of his killer ‘your panties just melted’ smiles. Except, you knew when he smiled like that to you, it was merely platonic. Which sucked.

“Ok fine” you huffed out. “The truth is…” you began as you sat up. “Steve is my best friend.”

Bucky let out a frustrated groan and threw your book back in your general direction. “As if. You know you like me better.” He stood in front of you and stared down; His eyes traveling up and down your body. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll just tickle you until you do.”

You made a face at that. “Don’t do that.”

Bucky started to walk towards the side of the bed where you sat. “You’ve left me with no choice, Doll.” He got closer and grabbed your arm as you tried to scramble away.

“OK, OK!! Don’t do it. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Bucky released you from his grip.

“There. Was that so hard? Now spill, Doll. Whats going on?”

You sat up once again and brushed your fingers through your hair. “Fine, but stand over there.” Bucky’s eyes travelled to where you pointed.

“You want me to stand in the corner?” His ‘you-cant-be-serious’ look took over his face. “You cant be serious.”

You sighed as you began to explain. “I need you to be as far away from me as possible when I tell you this. Its embarrassing.”

Bucky crossed his arms and began to retreat to the corner. “Fine. Makes total sense, Weirdo.”

You ignored his comment and pulled your knees up under your chin. “Ok. There is no easy way to say this so im just gonna do it.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know how to have sex. Not well anyway. I have this date with this guy on Friday and its going to be the third date. Everyone knows the third date rule! I don’t want to suck.” You finished with a deep breath, recovering your oxygen levels from your intense rambling.

“You’re still going out with that guy?” Bucky demanded as he began to near you again.

You pointed your finger back at him. “Stay! And yes I am.”

“Why the fuck–?” he started but caught himself before he revealed too much. “Y/N, look, sex is sex. Its, uh, its not that big of a deal. Im sure youll be great.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s a huge deal, Buck! HUGE! Its sex!”

“You’ve had, uh, sex before right?”

“Twice.”

“Twice.” He repeated.

“Yes, twice. I’m going to suck. I know it.”

“Youre not going to suck. It’s not possible”

“How would you know, Buck? Its not like we’ve had sex.” Bucky couldn’t argue with that, they hadn’t, despite how much he wanted to. “Which is why I’m asking you to help me.” You said, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts. “I want you to make me better at sex.”

Buckys head shot up from the direction of his feet, eyes wide. “WHAT?!”

“Please Buck, you said it yourself: sex is sex. Whats the harm if you teach me the ins and outs of it. No pun intended.” You smirked to yourself.

“You’re my best friend!” he spoke in an attempt to find an excuse.

“Friends have sex all the time. You’d just be helping a friend out.”

Bucky thought of another excuse. “What makes you think I can teach you anything?”

You chuckled “I think the plethora of random girls that scream their heads off in pleasure and beg for more is enough for me to know how good you are.”

Bucky blushed. “You hear that?”

“They’re like banshees, Bucky.”

“Are not.” He huffed

“Are too” You returned. Bucky crossed and uncrossed his arms before shifting his weight to his left foot. “Bucky, please. We are always there for each other when the other needs something.”

Bucky let out a sharp laugh. “Yea, but usually its when you want me to pick up your prescriptions from the pharmacy or fix the plumbing.”

“Buck, I need you. I know this is slightly different, but whats the harm?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time. “I have to go meet Steve. Just let me think about it.” He pocketed his phone again and turned to leave the room.

“Don’t forget a shirt!” You called after him.

Bucky opened the door to the café and scanned the room for his friend. When he saw the over compensating build and light hair he started towards one of the window tables. “Steve.”

Steve looked up from his view of the city and smiled as he saw his oldest friend. “Bucky, its good to see you.”

Bucky took a seat opposite of Steve ordered a coffee when the waitress came around. “Hows things?”

“Great.” Steve began. “Sharon is great. We got a cat.”

Bucky chuckled. “A cat? Since when are you a cat person?”

“Since Sharon is a cat person.” He smirked. “But, whats going on with you? Hows Y/N?”

“Funny that you bring her up.” Bucky said before he smiled and thanked the waitress for his coffee.

“Oh yea?” Steve smiled. “Finally tell her how you feel, did you?

“Yea right. Cause that would go over soooo well.”

“Oh c’mon man, you’ve liked her since she moved in.”

“Doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same. She, uh, asked me this morning to help her become a pro at sex.”

Steve choked on his coffee and reached for a napkin to clean the drops from his chin. “What!?”

“Yea.” Bucky signed and sipped his drink

“What exactly does that entail?”

“She wants us to have sex.” Bucky replied nonchalantly. “She wants us to have sex until shes good at it, apparently.

“Wow. Why?”

“Shes got this date on Friday. Says it’s the third date so they HAVE to have sex for some stupid reason.” He huffed.

“Well,” Steve started “Think of the Bright side: Youll get to have sex with the girl you love.”

“Smooth attempt at making me feel better, pal, but there is no bright side. She wants me for the wrong reason. Its not like she loves me back.”

“All the more reason to tell her. Maybe she just hasn’t thought of you in that way yet and telling her may open her eyes.”

“I don’t know, man. Shes pretty determined. I think if she liked me she’d know.”

“Just think about it, Buck”

“Its all I think about. Which makes me think I cant go through with this.”

“Oh, you definitely cannot go through with this.”

Bucky reentered his apartment after a long and thoughtful conversation with Steve. He had a very valid point: there was no way Bucky could go through with this, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to disappoint Y/N.  She felt insecure and that was the last thing Bucky wanted. So he could do this just once, right?

“Bucky?” Y/N called, stepping out of her bedroom. “Are you alright? You seem a little dazed.” She continued once she saw his facial expression.

“Yea well what do you expect?” Bucky mumbled to himself as Y/N entered the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

“Did you say something?”

“What? No.” He hurriedly spit out. Y/N returned her attention to the coffee maker. “So, I was thinking…” she met his eyes as he continued. “We could try what you proposed. Just once. I’ll tell you what you want to know from that one time, but no more. Deal?”

Y/N squealed in appreciation. “Oh Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much.”

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. “Yea. I mean what are friends for right?”

“Right!” she smiled. She was so beautiful that he almost kissed her right then and there, but he quickly stepped away.

“So, uh, how do you want to go about this?” Bucky questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I say we just jump into it. I mean, this is practically for science. No need to beat around the bush.”

Bucky felt his heart crumble just a bit. Hearing her say those words was the last thing he wanted. If anything, he wanted this to mean something to her in the slightest. But clearly it didn’t. “Alright.” He spoke clearly frustrated. He reached for the hem of his shirt and aimed to pull it over his head, but was stopped by Y/Ns soft hand on top of his.

“Let me.” She lifted his shirt off for him and Bucky thought he had never been more turned on. Y/N pulled hers off and slipped out of her sleep shorts then turned and strutted off into her bedroom.

“Jesus.” Bucky mumbled as he followed after her.

When he stepped through the door, she was standing there waiting for him in just her underwear. He eased himself closer to her and she reached for the belt around his hips. ‘This is so bad’ he thought as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him. She looked into his eyes and down to his lips. Slowly, she reached up and pressed her lips to his in the softest of motions. Bucky fell completely into it and Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, but Bucky pulled away. He couldn’t do this. It just wasn’t right.

“Bucky?” she whispered as she placed her hands on either sides of his face. “Whats the matter?”

Bucky gripped her hands in his own and removed them from his face. “I cant do this.” He spoke so quietly; it was practically to himself.

“What?” Her face twisted in concern.

“I cant do this.” Bucky said a little louder so she could hear him, but this time it was laced with a bit of frustration.

“Why?”

Bucky took a few steps away from her. “I just cant.” He grabbed for his shirt, but Y/N stepped up into his space and grabbed it from him before he could put it on. “Y/N, give me my shirt back.”

“No, Buck. Not until you tell me whats going on.”

“Fine, keep it.” He huffed as he headed for the door.

“Bucky!” Y/N yelled after him. “Bucky, wait!”

Y/N chased him out the door and into their tiny living room. She grabbed his arm to keep him from getting further away from her. “Y/N, Stop!” Bucky yelled as he tried to break free from her grasp. She was deceptively strong.

“Bucky, please just tell me whats going on.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. It almost broke his heart. “Please.” She whispered. Bucky turned to face her with a cold expression on his face. He figured it was better than showing her his true emotions in this moment. ‘Did I do something wrong?” He met her eyes in shock. That was the last possible problem. “Do you not want me?” Slowly, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Bucky sighed. “That is not possible.” He whispered

“Which?” she questioned

“Neither. You didn’t do anything wrong and its definitely not because I don’t want you, OK?” He reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing, Y/N”

“Youre lying.” She was starting to get angry.

“No, Im n-“ he started, but was interrupted.

“Yes, you are!” Y/N was a full on mix of pissed and distressed. “Tell me!” she yelled.

“Y/N” Bucky sighed

“TELL ME!” She screamed again.

“I LOVE YOU!” Bucky yelled in her face before he’d even realized what he was doing. He breathed heavily, eyes looking directly at her before he stepped back and looked to his feet. “I love you.” He spoke again, much quieter.

“Bucky..”

“No, just don’t.” Bucky rushed past her back to her room and put his shirt back on. When he got back to the living room, Y/N was still standing there in shock. “I have to go.” He grabbed his keys of the hook and slammed the door, knocking Y/N out of her shock.

Sharon opened the door to her and her boyfriends apartment to find Bucky standing in the doorway, his head hung low, soaked to the bone. It must’ve been pouring outside. “Bucky, come in.” When he didn’t make a move to enter the apartment, she grabbed him by his arm and slowly pulled him inside. “Steve!?” she yelled “Can you come here?”

Steve walked out from their bedroom. “Yea, babe- Bucky?”

“He just showed up. Im going to go get some towels and an extra shirt.” She said ask she walked Bucky over to the couch and helped him sit down before walking to the bathroom. Steve inched closer to his friend and sat down across from him.

“Buck?” he spoke, but got no response. “Bucky?” he tried again. “What happened?”

Bucky looked up from his hands, but refused to meet Steve’s eyes. “I told her.”

“Well, that’s good isn’t it?” Steve questioned.

“No, Steve, its not. We were about to have sex?”

“You were going to do it!?”

“Just once. She was doubting herself and you know how I get when she does that. I was only going to do it once and help her. I thought I could suppress my feelings for one time.”

“Bucky…”

“I kissed her once and I couldn’t do it. Before I knew it, I was yelling that I love her and now im here.”

Steve placed a hand on his friends shoulder as his girlfriend returned with the shirt and towels. She placed them next to Bucky to use as he needed.

“What did she say?” Steve asked.

“Nothing.” Bucky sighed. “She just stood there. So I left. Well, actually I started to leave the second after I told her.”

“You didn’t give her a chance to say anything?”

“I couldn’t, Steve. I just had to get out of there.”

“Oh, Buck.” Steve started “Just stay here tonight, ok?” he sighed. “But tomorrow you have to talk to her.”

Buckys eyes widened. “No, Steve. I cant.”

“You can. And you will. She is the only girl you’ve ever given a fuck about, never mind the fact that she and Sharon get along great. You’ve made yourself a nice little mess and you’re going to fix it so we can all still be friends. Im too used to our little foursome now to have it fall apart at the seams.”

“Arent you the one who told me to tell her how I felt?”

Steve stood from his chair. “Yea. I was thinking more of a sweet scenario where you buy her flowers and don’t bolt after you tell her.”

Bucky grumbled and wrapped a bright, pink towel around his shoulders. “Well you didn’t specify.”

“I figured it was implied, Buck” Steve began to turn towards is bedroom. “Couch is all yours for tonight. Enjoy, stretch out, think of ways to get your girl. But im gonna turn in. My lady is waiting.”

Bucky made a face. “Steve, I swear if you guys have sex 20 feet away from me…”

“Chill Buck, Sharon and I are hardcore cuddlers.”

“That’s almost worse.”

“Oh please, Buck if you had Y/N you’d cuddle nonstop.”

“Don’t remind me that I don’t have her.” Bucky returned as he stretched out onto the couch.

“Goodnight Bucky.” Steve sighed and retreated to his bedroom where is girlfriend waited for him. Lucky bastard Bucky thought.

Bucky jolted awake at the sound of 3 sharp knocks. He could have sworn he imagined it and was getting ready to settle back into sleep when he heard it again. He grabbed his phone from his pant pocket which had long been discarded onto the floor halfway through the night. It was 3:30 am. What the hell. Bucky groaned as he sat up and walked his shirtless, underwear clad body into Steve and Sharon’s room. Sharon was nestled up against Steves side and their cat sat on his chest, rising and falling in rhythm with Steves breathing. Bucky shuffled forward to Steves side and nudged his shoulder until he woke up.

Steves eyes slowly opened and looked into those of his best friend. “Bucky, what the hell?”

“Little early for cursing don’t you think, Cap?”

Steve sighed and laid his head back on his pillow. “What do you want, Buck?” He whispered in an effort not to stir his girlfriend.

“Theres a knock on your door” Bucky spoke nonchalantly as he pointed in its general direction.

“What?”

“Theres a knock-“ Bucky started but what interrupted by the knock itself. “See?”

Steve sat up slightly, causing the cat to jump of his chest and Sharon to slowly shift in her sleep. “And you woke me because…?”

“I don’t know. Its 3:30 am. Its dark. Im vulnerable. It could be a psycho killer and im not in the mood.”

Steve pushed the sheets of his legs and sat up. “Are you kidding me, Buck? Youre the fucking winter soldier.”

Steve began to walk towards the door as the knocking continued with Bucky hot on his heels. “Yea, well you’re Captain America. We are equally as capable of opening the door, but this is your apartment so I figured id let you. Just in case it is a psycho killer, youd be able to say you defended your own domicile.”

“Gee thanks.” Steve huffed as he reached for the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Y/N in none other than her pajamas. Bucky and Steve stared at her for a moment before Steve turned to Bucky. “Well, it’s for you. Totally get why you were scared though. She looks like a murderous demon.” Steve sighed sarcastically. “Im going back to bed. Lovely to see you though Y/N. Sharon misses you like crazy. I mean it’s been like what, 3 weeks since we’ve seen you. Crazy how time flies, we should really-“ Steve continued before behind interrupted by Bucky.

“Steve go to bed.” Bucky spoke without taking his eyes off Y/N.

“Oh geez, fine. Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve. “Y/N returned with a feeble smile.

Once Steve was definitely in his room, Bucky turned back to face Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“Look, Y/N if this is about earlier then theres no need. I-“

“I love you, Bucky.” Y/N interrupted.

It was Buckys turn to stand there in shock.

“Bucky?”

Bucky snapped back to his senses and was less than pleased. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you? That’s really low Y/N. I spill my guts and you have the audacity to make fun of me for it.” Bucky turned back into the apartment but Y/n followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

“Bucky, im not lying.”

“You are too. You are supposed to go out on a date this weekend. You don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t date that idiot.”

“Bucky you said you love me and you had sex 3 days ago. Not with me, I might add.” Y/N replied laced with a little frustration.

“So? I had to get my frustrations out somehow. I’m not the one who suggested we have casual buddy sex.”

“Bucky, I was just really confused ok? I really thought that if we had sex once that I’d get over you. I don’t even have a date this weekend. I broke up with Mike after he slapped our waitress’ ass as she walked by on our last date.”

“Prick” Bucky mumbled. “So you tricked me into sex?”

“Tricked is such a harsh word.”

“But an accurate one” Bucky finished.

“We didn’t even have sex Bucky. I didn’t even think id be able to go through with it. I just wanted to propose the idea to see how youd react. To see if you wanted me too. I almost died when you pulled away from me.”

Bucky looked up into her eyes. “Yea, well you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

Y/N detected a hint of anger in his words. “Are you actually mad at me? Bucky, we love each other. Or at least we did a couple hours ago.”Bucky refused to speak. It lasted so long that Y/N turned to leave. “Fine, Bucky. Ill just go” Y/N was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. She looked up and Bucky pulled her to him, kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissed back with as much ferocity as she could. It was passionate and sexy and melting. Y/N had wanted this for so long and it was amazing. They pulled apart only to breathe and Bucky brushed his fingers through her hair.

“We love each other?” He spoke as he rested his forehead on hers.

“Yea, we do”

“I cant believe it.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ve been in love with you since you moved in.”

“Two years, Four months, and eighteen days.” Y/N whispered.

“What?” Buckys head snapped up in shock.

“That’s how long we’ve lived together.”

“Wow.” Bucky stepped back from her embrace and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I know because that’s how long ive loved you too.”

“WHAT?!”

“What?”

“You’ve loved me that long too? You had a boyfriend when you moved in.”

“I know, which is weird now that I think about it because he let me move in with another man. He said he wasn’t worried, but he should have been.”

“I’m the reason you dumped that guy a month after you moved in?” Bucky questioned. Y/N only nodded in response. “I cant believe it.” Bucky sighed. “I hated that guy!”

Y/N giggled and moved to cup his face with both hands. “That’s what he told me.”

“Oh, yea right. How would he know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it either, but he insisted that you liked me and wanted to kill him with your metal arm.”

Bucky chuckled and crossed is arms over his chest. “Well, the guy wasn’t as big of an idiot as I thought.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Y/N laughed.

Bucky grabbed Y/Ns hand and walked her over to the couch. He laid down and pulled her on top of him.

“Bucky what are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to sleep with the girl I love.” He replied as he readjusted his pillow.

“Um, shouldn’t we go home? You know, since you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“Oh please, doll. I was never mad at you. More just mad at myself. Also, Sharon and Steve miss you didn’t you hear? And all I want to do is take you home and stay in bed with you for days, but I figure I owe them a favor for letting me stay and whine. So, tomorrow we can all go out and they’ll stop complaining about never seeing you, THEN we will stay in bed for days.”

“Ah, great plan, Barnes.”

“Yea, I thought so.” He smiled his cheeky grin. “But for now we will sleep together and actually sleep.”

Not Letting Go - Part 4

Jason Todd x Reader, Soulmate AU

Part 1Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

I am sorry for many, many things about this guys. I swear, the next chapter will be better.

Tagging: @jadedhillon @bumblebaddey

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“Hey, do you guys think the tie is too much?”

Every pair of eyes in the room immediately turned to look at Jason, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway to the kitchen and fidgeting uncomfortably with his collar. Tim let out a low whistle. Dick grinned at him from his seat at the table where he was working his way through a plate of Alfred’s cookies. “You clean up okay Jaybird,” Jason could feel the heat creeping up his neck at the unwanted attention. Normally he’d have brushed them off, made a sassy comment about his dashing good looks or some crap like that. But truthfully he was nervous as hell. When he’d told Bruce he couldn’t go on patrol with them that night he’d made the stupid mistake of giving him the honest reason why. And of course, he’d done so while Dick was in the room. And now they all knew.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t known about you already. When Jason came home with the groceries at almost midnight, huge grin plastered on his face and minus his jacket, it made sense that questions were going to be asked. Jason had been only too proud to tell everyone that he’d met his soulmate. (He conveniently left out that the reason he was home so late was only because he’d had to climb up your fire escape to get you to talk to him.) Naturally, everything went kind of crazy after that. Alfred and Dick were delighted. Tim was just annoyed that out of all them, Jason had met his soulmate first. He’d had to explain repeatedly that yes, you were real and no, he was pretty sure you weren’t secretly a supervillian or anything of the sort. (Damian was still skeptical about that part.) Bruce, for his part, had seemed almost proud. He’d clapped Jason firmly on the shoulder amid all the chaos, looking him straight in the eye and nodding once. In his eyes Jason could see the echo of a conversation they’d had repeatedly when Jason had first come home after being brought back to life. He’d been full of anger and self loathing and hate; it had taken a long time before he’s started to believe Bruce when he said that he still belonged at his side. ‘You deserve this.’ His eyes seemed to say. Jason had wanted more than anything to believe him.

Jason shifted his gaze over to Alfred, who had just emerged from the kitchen holding a cake tin. “Alfred?” He asked hopefully. “You look dashing Master Jason,” Alfred pressed the tin into his hands with a fond smile, straightening out his collar with practiced hands. Damian, who had been quiet until then, spoke up, “You’re going to meet her mother not to a business meeting,” He gave Jason’s outfit a disgusted glance.
Jason was ashamed to admit that he startled a little when he heard Bruce chuckle behind him, spinning around to see his father figure approaching with a slight smile. Jason stepped aside to let him pass. Bruce clapped him on the shoulder again, pausing as he did so, and Jason figured he must be doing something right lately if he was on the receiving end of the older man’s approval so frequently. “You’ll understand soon enough Damian,” He said wryly. Jason wasn’t sure if these family moments were heartwarming or just plain weird.

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You’d been a nervous wreck for at least an hour before Jason arrived. You had redone your hair at least three times by now, set the table and then decided you didn’t like the tableware and set it again. You had tried to help your mum with the cooking but she had shooed you away, saying that like this you were no help to her and to just sit down and try to relax. You were drumming your fingers agitatedly against the counter when the doorbell finally rang. Jason was exactly on time. You jumped up, straightening out your skirt as you half ran to open the door. Your mum laughed, watching you with amusement from where she was plating up the food.
You took a deep breath before turning the handle, swinging the door open to reveal Jason standing on the other side. The sight of him took your breath away. The first thing you noticed was that he was wearing a suit. His blazer was slung over his shoulder, his hair gelled back in careful disaray and he was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. “Hi,” you greeted breathlessly. He grinned down at you, eyes sparkling playfully. “Hey there sweetheart,” He cast you an admiring glance, “You look stunning,”
You blushed, smiling up at him, “Not so bad yourself,” You reached for his hand and squeezed gently, needing the reassurance and knowing that he probably did too. “Thank you for coming, Mum’s really looking forward to meeting you,” Jason held your hand tightly in his. “Of course sweetheart. Wouldn’t have dreamed of saying no,” He joked, “I need to thank her for taking care of you for me,”
You just rolled your eyes, taking a step back and tugging him into the house. “Come on in then,” You sighed dramatically, and he was still laughing fondly when you led him into the kitchen.
Once there he stopped just inside the doorway, hovering uncertainly. You felt your heart melt a little just looking at him. You gave him a tiny reasuring smile and turned to face your mum. “Mum, this is Jason. Jason, Mum,” You gestured between them with the hand that wasn’t gripping Jason’s tightly.

You didn’t think that you had ever been this nervous in your life. You didn’t doubt for a second that your mum would love Jason; honestly she would probably have loved him just for being your soulmate even if he wasn’t as loveable as you knew him to be. Your mum had a way of seeing straight to the heart of a person; you knew she would see past the tough guy exterior straight away. But regardless of that, the fact was that you were introducing the two most important people in your life. It wasn’t an experience you’d ever had before, and you had to admit you were kind of terrified. A little part of your brain still worried, what would happen if they didn’t get along?
That part of your brain was silenced effectively when your mum (to both your surprise and Jason’s) looked up from what she was doing, smiled warmly, and quickly came over to pull Jason into a firm hug.
Jason met your gaze with wide eyes, looking completely stunned. When your mum stepped back she was still smiling, eyes crinkled up at the corners when she introduced herself. “It’s so good to finally meet you Jason. Come on in and take a seat, dinner’s just about ready,” “You too Ma'am. Thank you for having me over,” You noticed with relief that there was a tiny lopsided smile on your boyfriend’s lips. His eyes looked suspiciously damp, but it might have just been your imagination. Your mum just squeezed his arm fondly before returning to the counter. “It’s a pleasure to have you. And please, none of this ‘Ma'am’ stuff, I’m not that old,” she joked. You giggled, covering your mouth to try to hide the sound, but Jason noticed and threw you an amused glance. You just shook your head, leading him over to the table.

You weren’t used to having other people over for dinner, nevermind your soulmate. So it was surprising how natural it felt, having Jason here. To your great pleasure he hit it off with your mum almost immediately. Of course there were few people who didn’t; she was naturally good with people and made almost everyone feel at ease around her. The conversation flowed easily, and you could tell that Jason was starting to relax as a little of his usual confidence started to show through.
“That was delicious, thank you,”
Jason stated genuinely as he set down his fork and knife, plate completely cleaned. Both you and your mum laughed at his enthusiasm. “I’m glad you liked it. We have plenty to spare if you’d like to take some home with you,” Jason smiled wryly, shaking his head in refusal of her offer. “Thanks, but I think that’d insult Alfred, and I don’t want to get on his bad side. He takes great pride in feeding us,” Your mum nodded, laughing. “I understand. You’ll just have to come back next time then. And you can give my thanks to Alfred for the beautiful cake, it was very kind of him,”
You looked up from finishing off your food, raising an eyebrow at Jason. “You brought cake? When?” He grinned. “I was holding it when I got here,” Your mum laughed fondly, shaking her head. “That’s my observative daughter for you,” Jason nodded his agreement. “It’s amazing she’s survived this long, you’ve done an incredible job,” Your mum leaned in conspiratorially, stage whispering, “It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that,”
“Hey!” You protested, and they both just laughed at your expense. You huffed, pushing back your chair and standing up. “I’m going to make tea now, try not to miss me,”
Jason smiled up at you easily, and it was impossible to stay mad at him. Instead you just rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, ignoring your mum laughing at you. Jason just stood to join you, still grinning. “Here, let me help you,”
Your mum was standing then too, shaking her head at him. “Jason sweetie sit down, it’ll only take a minute,” “Thank you, but I’d prefer to help out. It’s how Alfred raised us, and you don’t want to disappoint Alfred,” he joked, gathering the plates from the table.
You went to fill the kettle with water and track down this mythological cake while they chatted. You enjoyed listening to them talk so easily. It had been a long time since there had been anyone but the two of you around; it gave you a sense of pride to think that you were partially responsible for the change.
“Is Alfred your adoptive father?” You heard your mum ask curiously. You glanced up inconspicuously from slicing the cake to gauge Jason’s reaction. Your mum knew that Jason was adopted and had a few brothers, but she didn’t know much more than that. You had figured it was Jason’s choice what he wanted to tell her.
He shook his head, looking slightly embarrassed. “Alfred’s our butler, but he’s pretty much family to us. He had as much of a hand in raising us as Bruce did,”
To her credit, your mum didn’t so much as pause. She just nodded, expression contemplative when she answered. “Well he sounds like a lovely man. Maybe I’ll meet him some day.. if there’s an occasion to?” She threw you a mischievous look and you gasped, scandalized at what she was implying. “Mum!” Your cheeks heated up, not daring to look at Jason in fear of what his reaction would be. Trust your mum to bring up marriage the first time you brought him home. “I’m sure he would love that,” Jason assured with a chuckle, footsteps growing louder as he came over to put the last of the dishes in the sink and turned on the water. You just groaned in embarrassment, and he reached over to give your hand a gentle squeeze.

Once you had finished cleaning up you all say down together again for tea and cake. Alfred’s cake was incredible, and you told Jason so once you’d taken the first bite, humming in pleasure at the taste. “I’ll tell him you said so,” he promised.
Eventually, it was late enough that Jason had to go home. You were all reluctant for him to leave. Your mum hugged him goodbye, and this time Jason wrapped an arm around her and hugged back hesitantly. You thought it was probably the most heartwarming thing you had ever witnessed. She told him firmly to come back any time before leaving you to see him to the door. Jason told her that he would.
Once outside you wrapped your arms around yourself to shield yourself from the chilly night air, shivering. Jason noticed immediately and paused in putting on his jacket, holding it out to you. You shook your head. “I’m fine, honestly. I’ll be back inside in a minute. Wouldn’t want you to get sick and not get to see you for a week,” Jason just smirked at you cockily. “Doll, it’d take more than a little cold air to get me sick, trust me,”
You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully. “Cocky much?” He grinned, taking your hands in his, eyes sparkling with mirth. “You love it,”
You looked away, shrugging casually. “Maybe,” Jason laughed, and when you looked up to meet his eyes he leaned in to kiss you. You melted into him happily, lingering for a moment before you pulled away with reluctance.
“Thank you for having me over tonight doll, it was really nice,” he admitted, tone sincere as he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you in for a hug. You held on to him tightly, not wanting him to go. “I’m glad you came. Mum really likes you youknow,” “She’s incredible, you’re a lot alike actually,” he mused, releasing you. You made a face. “I wish,” He reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll text you tonight?” “Okay,” you nodded reluctantly.
Jason took a step back, and it was only then that you noticed the motorbike parked in your driveway. You frowned. “Drive safely!” He looked back over his shoulder to smirk at you. “Don’t worry doll,”
You watched wistfully as he straddled the seat and put on his helmet, standing in the doorway until he was out of sight. Once he was gone you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding and went back inside to join your mum. She was sitting in the living room watching tv, and she smiled when you walked in. “That boy is lovely. I’m so proud of you sweetie,” You shook your head, joining her on the couch, phone in hand. “I know he is,” You admitted. You didn’t notice that you were waiting for Jason to text until the screen was unlocked and you were looking at your inbox.

Sad Days || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:

“Oh baby,” You reached towards your trembling red-headed companion with trembling hands, desperate to pull him flush against your palpitating chest. “You don’t need to stop crying.” You would coo softly, your small, delicate hands venturing to his ginger locks. “It’s okay to cry,” You would attempt to cease his constant mantra. A small sigh would emit from your lips, your arms creating a cage against his large form. “He’s going to be okay.” You persuaded the singer, your own tears creating a waterfall that proceeded to cascade down your cheeks. The scarlet drops of blood clung to the interwoven fabric of your pearly white blouse, his oh-so-famous varsity jacket now sporting a new color. You held him taught against your chest, swaying slightly. “Don’t stop crying.” Now shaking yourself, the two of you sank down to the hardwood floors of his small room. “Don’t stop..” You sobbed, your mascara staining your porcelain cheeks as your full eyelashes fluttered against them. “Don’t stop..”


Jughead Jones:

You never really were one to cry. Your mother and father had constantly drilled into your head that it was never okay to cry; never okay to express your emotions. As your (e/c) eyes fluttered open to reveal the raven-haired male in front of you, it was too much. Death was inevitable, and you were completely aware of that, but you did not imagine it would come as quickly as it did. Jason Blossom, your best friend of 6 years, had departed from the world. The scenes of the convicted murder churned inside your head, and how it broke your heart in two. Jughead reached towards you carefully, his long fingers locking themselves around your wrist in an attempt to pull you against his firm chest. “(Y/N)…” His feeble attempt proved worthy as you did not try and pull away from his soft grip. Your shoe-clad feet shuffled against the wooden floors, a single tear escaping its prison. Your eyelashes brushed up against your freckled cheek as you closed your (e/c) eyes, and you felt the small tear make a path. You hugged Jughead, sobbing into his chest. He was gone. 


Betty Cooper:

A war continued to ravage inside your abdomen, and your short arms wound themselves around your stomach. Your parents were not home, nor were they going to be anytime soon. You longed to call the blondie who lived only a few houses down, as she was your faithful companion and knew exactly what you were going through. However, you decided against it and ignored the sounds coming from your phone. Of course, you decided to watch the Notebook on this day, and you decided nothing was going to stop you. Mother Nature obviously took this as a sign, and it took its toll on your out-of-control hormones. “Why did she have to forget? It isn’t fair!” You sobbed, clutching your favorite childhood memento to your chest. There was a loud knock on your wooden front door, and you let out an unsatisfactory moan. However, the youngest Cooper was aware of where your family hid the key and entered the household. She was concerned! You didn’t answer any of her texts, and ignored her calls! When she entered your room, it was a sob fest. She shook her head, knowing of your situation, and pulled you against her chest. “I know it’s not fair. But they’re together. It’s okay..” Her soft words lulled you into a dream filled sleep. She was perfect.


Veronica Lodge:

After the Chuck incident, it was really too much for the sassy girl. Her father was in jail, her mother was using her name in ways she should not have been, and now, she was being used by a filthy male. Her name was forever etched into the shameful book, a worthless number accompanying it. Of course, she got back at him, he deserved it! All of them did! However, the brave girl broke down. Her defensive shield that held witty comebacks, sarcastic responses, and sassy remarks was crumbling, and it was just too much. The raven-haired girl stood in front of the mirror, her hands desperately trying to rid of the shedding tears. “Why am I so ugly?” She murmured, the spiteful words burning. You, of course, heard them and rushed in. When her shield was down, you, of course, had to put yours up. You pulled the sophomore into your awaiting arms and combed your fingers through her tamed hair. “You’re so much more than  you believe, V.” You tried to convince her. “Veronica, you’re just going through a rough patch. You’re such a talented, gorgeous girl and I’m lucky to call you my girlfriend. Chuck was an ass, don’t let him know you’re hurt. Let him know you’re strong.”


Cheryl Blossom:

A friend may last a while, but a sibling will last for life. A twin will last forever. Or so that is what Cheryl thought. Her twin brother was now existing somewhere else while Cheryl was left behind to deal with the crude comments in which the world threw at her. Her brother was her other half, and now, at the moment, she was cracking in half. It was so hard, everything hurt all the time. “Just make it stop…please make it stop. It hurts!” She cried, her perfect face crumbling as she sobbed, her strong demeanor following suit. Your small hands desperately grasped her tear-stained face. “Hey. Hey. Look at me.” You attempted, using the soft pads of your thumbs to wipe away the flowing tears. “I know it hurts baby. It’s going to..” You cooed softly, pressing your lips to her forehead. “He’s gone, and now you have to avenge him. You are Cheryl Blossom! You can do anything..”

anonymous asked:

Did you watch Book of the Atlantic? What are your impressions?

I saw it dubbed at one of those limited theater showings.

My feelings on it are much like others you might have read.

1. Some parts of the animation were handled very well, while other parts look terribly low-budget. UT’s reveal as a reaper and Lizzie’s reveal as a badass at swordsmanship got the most care. Some other scenes drove me up the wall, like Sebastian and the earl at the back of the Aurora Society’s meeting room, and Sebastian’s head seems to bounce up and down – that made me want to punch the screen. 😂

2. I’m annoyed that Double Charles were included when they were not there in manga canon. I heard the Phantomhive servants (besides Sebastian and Snake) almost got on the ship too, and I’m glad they didn’t.

3. The way the dubbed version handled Grelle’s sassy double entendres was hilarious. They added a line that destroyed me…. Half the damn audience was giggling over Grelle’s dubbed voice and over-the-top characterization too much to even hear it, but I heard it. It was golden.

4. Glimpses of Sebastian in at least semi-true form and the more demonic voice used in those scenes was intriguing.

5. The bit at the end was very cute. It’s the reunion of the earl with Lizzie and the rest. Oh, and the rescue itself… and William showing up, of course. A little added, but keeping with the manga pretty well, like Druitt tied to the mast of a wooden raft (as shown in the manga as a newspaper article, I think).

Overall, I liked it and would watch again. Just keep me away from the monitor (or whatever) during the scenes with the worst animation. 😂

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My tribute to Chapter 41 of Reliquiaen’s Pray for the Preacher’s Daughter - a freaking fantastic Bubblegum/Marceline highschool AU that I am clearly enjoying way too much. Apologies to the author for shortening some of the dialogue. I was real sad when I was laying in the text and discovered I didn’t leave room for a good ol’ sassy but sweet “Shut up. You okay, tho?”.

Now. You should probably go binge read that fic, cause it’s real good (waaaaay better than this sloppily made comic), and I’m betting this comic didn’t make much sense without the 40 chapters of backstory! Or the first half of the chapter!

A real Flash? (Chapter 6)

Summarized: You became a real female speedster, but you didn’t exactly know how this was even possible, or what happened to you. No one knew something about your secret not even your family. You wanted to keep it a secret when an accident forced you to show that you were real and not just a legend.

 

(Please let me know if you like this kind of stories. )

You went back to your friends with a huge smile on your face and dreamy eyes.

“So what was this conversation all about?” Caroline asked curious.  

“Uh nothing. He had to go.”

“And what else?! I mean come on! “

“He invited me for dinner, I guess. A BBQ with friends of his and his brother, actually.”

“What?!” Everyone said at the same time and they were looking at you with a very surprised and confused expression on their faces.

“Why that? Are you friends with him or what?” Liam this time.

“No … we’ve just met once, this week when this Flash thing showed up at this accident downtown. We talked a little but not much more. I am surprised too, but he said he wanna get to know me better.”

“Wait, you’ve seen this Flash thing? What else didn’t you tell us?”

More than you think…

“Yeah I’ve seen it. Or not, I mean it was so fast, but I didn’t think that you would be interested in something like that.”

“Everyone is talking about the Flash or however it call itself! I mean, have you ever seen something like that? This cannot exist in the real world! This is not possible!”

“Calm down Patrick,” you laughed. You’ve never seen him so excited about something like that. But he was probably because he studied physics and maths and The Flash would change the whole knowledge about both of it. Probably even more.

“It surely can. You’ve seen it yourself!” Liam said in a harsh tone, obviously annoyed at the topic. You could only imagine how much Patrick was talking about it with him.

“You’ve seen it too?” You asked.

“Yeah today actually. There was a bank robbery and I was walking down the streets when this thing just ran past me! All I’ve seen was a red blur and even a lightning was behind it! And with the blink of an eye it was gone! Incredible!” You started giggling because Patrick put one fist upon his head and tried to look like superman, just with a goofy smirk on his lips while singing out the Darth Vader song which made no sense at all, but this was just how Patrick was. Always goofing around and doing funny but weird stuff. Not believable that he was actually the smartest kid in his whole class.

“So when will you go to his place? Will he pick you?” Emily asked you, desperately wanting to change the topic to stop Patrick from doing more awkward stuff in public.

“Patrick stop it!” You laughed. “Don’t you see that everyone is embarrassed because of you goofing around all the time?”

He just stuck out his tongue in your direction. “Pff when they can’t handle my coolness.”  He ran his fingers through his hair, pretending to have a mirror in front of him.

You just rolled your eyes.

“It’ll start at 8pm but he said that he wouldn’t mind if I would come sooner … whatever this means.”

“Oh my Gosh!” Emily and Caroline exclaimed and giggled over your confused face.  

“What? What is it?”

“He wants some alone time with you! But invites you over to a BBQ with friends so it’s not so suspicious and it’s less grimly! How can’t you see that?!” Emily explained dramatically shocked that you didn’t see it yourself in the first place.

The boys took your conversation as a goodbye to them, because they probably knew that the girl’s talk had just took over and they didn’t want to be in the way beside that it was already getting late.

“I don’t know … I-I just don’t think that he thinks about me that way. I mean maybe he just thinks that I am likeable and that’s it! Can’t imagine he may like me that way, when he could have every girl he wants.”

“Yeah but that’s the point! He wants you!”

 ———————————

You had talked a bit too long with Emily and Caroline, but now you really had to go.

Back at your place you wanted to prepare a salad and maybe a dessert for the dinner, but you were torn between a tiramisu or just a cake. Or nothing of those? Maybe this would all be way too much.  

In the end you decided to make the tiramisu just like your mother always did it. It was an easy and quick recipe. The preparation for both, the salad and the tiramisu, took you less than one minute. After that you put the tiramisu in the refrigerator and begun to make yourself ready.

But that was way harder than you thought. After you came out of the shower you searched for something to wear and even though your wardrobe was full with al kind of clothes, you didn’t find something.  

There you stood totally desperate, because everything was overwhelming you. You put too much pressure on yourself but for what? Were you afraid that he wouldn’t like you when you would wear something he wouldn’t like? Or were you afraid of what his friends and brother would think about you? That made absolutely no sense, because he clearly liked you even though you were all sweaty today and looked like a hobo in your eyes, but still he invited you. And was it really important what his friends and brother would think about you? Everything that counted was that Grant liked you the way you were. And again, he clearly did… or not? But should you really do this? You couldn’t hide forever who you were. He was smart, he would find out sooner or later. Was it selfish that you kinda wanted that to happen? Just to have someone to talk to? Of course you wouldn’t, because you couldn’t be selfish with him. Not if that would mean that he would get in danger because of you. But wouldn’t that mean that you should stay as far away from him as possible? To not let this happen? To make sure he’s save? But why didn’t you? Why was it such a temptation to be near him … to be with him?

You shook your head to shake all these bad thoughts off. You weren’t a bad person, because you just couldn’t stand not being with him, or were you? You didn’t know, not at this point, but you had the dark feeling that you would find out sooner or later.

It felt like you changed a hundred times, maybe you even did, but in the end you found something quite wearable. You wore a blue skirt and a white crop top which had flowers on it and you wore normal sandals with it. It was quite hot and just in case it would get colder in the evening you took a cardigan with you. Your (Y/H/C) hair fell on your shoulders and made waves like a shiny waterfall.

Your (Y/E/C) seemed to be even more intense because of you decent make-up. All in all you were quite happy with the result and you also felt good and confident in this outfit.

You checked the clock, it was 6.30 pm now, which you thought would be a good time to go.

You took the tiramisu out of the refrigerator and you put the salad into a box which was big enough for the salad but small enough so you could carry it in your bag.

With a deep breathe you walked out of your apartment, holding the paper Grant gave you in your hand and so you could find his address. And then you ran, Flash speed of course. This was easier with all the things you carried with you than taking the bus, because you didn’t own a car, and it was much faster of course.

Without any problems you found his address but as you stood in front of the door you didn’t have the courage to ring. All the bad thoughts came back. Should you really do this?

Before you could think about an answer the door opened itself.

Grant had opened the door and looked down at you with sparkling eyes and a huge smile on his face.

“Did you want to wait out here until it’s dark?” he said and laughed.

“I was just about to ring,” you said in a sassy but still friendly tone.

“Howsoever, you wanna come in?”

“I would like that!”

He closed the door behind you and showed you the way to the living room and the open kitchen. The whole wall was made of windows so you could see the beach and his garden. Jett and Nora were currently outside and laid in the evening sun and slept.

“Wow,” you said, because everything was so huge, but still not too much at all. It didn’t look palatial in a way that intimidated you. It was a decent luxury which seemed to fit perfectly to him.

“I could say the exact same thing to you! You look … “He searched for the right word. “Stunning!”

You blushed right away. “You don’t look too bad either,” you said and laughed just like he did.

Grant wore a normal Jeans and a normal shirt, so nothing really worth talking about, but for some reason he looked incredibly hot in it. But this was probably just the advantage of being hot no matter what. He always looked good, he didn’t even have to try. Sometimes you asked yourself if he knew that himself.

“Uh I brought something with me. I don’t know if you’ll like it but I made a tiramisu and a normal salad … which was probably not necessary, but I didn’t want to come without something.” You walked over to his kitchen island and took out the salad and the tiramisu.

“That is really attentive, thank you! And I guess, everyone will love it!”

You were still wondering why he wanted you to come sooner. Was it like Caroline and Emily said? Did he want some alone time with you? Why? Should you ask him?

As you wanted to say something, one of his dogs barked. You looked through the window, seeing both of them standing in front of the door and waggled with their tails.

“Can I?”

“Of course!”

You opened the door and stepped out smelling the scent of the see and hearing the sound of the waves a few feet away.

“Hey, Jett and Nora. Wanna play? Where are your toys?” you talked to the dogs and made your super silly but adorable baby voice. (Come one guys! Everyone talks in a baby tone with their pets! xD). You grabbed a ball and threw it so they could bring it back. Jett ran after it right away, but Nora just stood there and wanted you to pet her which you did. Jett came back with ball in his mouth and you threw it another time. And as he ran again you couldn’t help laughing about how adorable he was. Grant didn’t say something, he just watched you. You felt his looks in your back but you didn’t turn around. And then after a little while he sat down on the grass just like he did this morning.

“They both like you a lot, I guess. Normally they’re shyer around strangers, especially Nora.” He pointed to Nora. She was about to lay down in the grass next to you, so you could still stroke her.

“Do you have pets?” he asked then.

“Yeah I have a dog too. They remind me a lot of him… “

“Why do you sound so sad, talking about him?”

“He’s not here with me. Haven’t seen him for three years now…”

“Oh, I am sorry. So this means you’re not from here originally? “

“I just moved here, because of collage… My finals are coming up in a few weeks, I don’t know what I am doing after that…”

Grant nodded with an expression on his face which you couldn’t tell what it meant. But honestly this wasn’t just the only reason why you sounded sad talking about your dog or family generally. You felt guilty. You felt guilty because you could have easily visited them over the last year, when everything changed. You could have told them about your powers, you could have seen them every day since, but you never did. You thought about that every day, but even though you wanted to do it so many times, you just didn’t do it actually. Sometimes you asked yourself why this had happened to you. Why you? From over seven billion people on this planet, why you? Although you were grateful most of the time, you felt like a monster or alien as much as you felt good about it. You were different. You were the one thing no one could explain. No one could figure out. People were afraid of that and sometimes you even thought your family would be too. And you just couldn’t stand the thought of them looking at you with fear in their eyes.  But you never even tried to explain yourself.

Once you actually ran to them, the day you got your powers. You stood in front of your family’s house which once was your house too, but at this moment you didn’t feel like you would belong there anymore. Everything felt different. You remembered standing in front of the kitchen window, seeing you mother and dad preparing dinner. They seemed happy and carefree. You didn’t want that to change and out of a sudden you felt like an invader. Someone who didn’t belong there. And then you just turned around and ran away again.

“Hey, everything okay?” Grant looked at you with a worried expression on his face.

You flinched as he snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, I-I am fine. “ You tried to smile. Why could I just not tell him the truth? You felt so lonely. You had good friends and now you weren’t alone either, but still you felt lonely. All the time.

You were guarded all the time, very carefully about not saying something about your secret. What would he think about you if he knew who you really was? Would he be afraid? Would he understand you?  

“You sure?”

“Actually, … I-I-I need to talk to you about something,” you stuttered.

“What’s up?”

And then the bell rang. It just shouldn’t be, you thought then. So you wouldn’t tell him anything now, he would probably forget it anyways.

“I’ll be right back.”

You petted Nora with the right hand and Jett with the left.

“I don’t know what to do. I am torn apart and it feels like I can’t do this anymore… Am I a monster?” You talked to them.  

You turned around as you heard someone opening the door again. You stood up.

“So, Tyler – (Y/N). (Y/N) – Tyler.” Grant introduced the two of you.

“Nice to meet you!” you said and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N), Grant couldn’t stop talking about you on the phone!”

Grant made a gesture which should tell Tyler to shut up. Tyler laughed, you too.

“Did he? But we just met…”

“You know just the normal stuff: prettiest girl he has ever seen…” Grant slapped him on the shoulder.

“Ouch! I will not say anything anymore, okay! Calm down, bro.” Grant rolled his eyes, but Tyler just laughed. “But he was right though…” he said and Grant tried to look mad, but couldn’t help smiling as he saw you blushing.

“Okay let’s get this party started! Should I heat up the grill?” Grant nodded and gave him some coal and a lighter.


I know it’s kinda boring, but there will be more action in the upcoming chapters xD Does anyone have notifications on? I am just wondering… So?

Help A Buddy Out

Words: 4066

So its a lot of words. but its a quick read cause its in sections. I just thought it was kind of a cute idea :D Not my best ever, but I still wanted to post it cause why not? It may make one person smile… maybe haha ;D


— You and Bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy —

“Y/N!” You heard your roommate shout from across the apartment. “Have you seen my shirt?!”

“Why of course, I know exactly what you do with all your shirts. What type, what color, what brand are you looking for? Wait, let me just look into my Bucky Barnes archives…” You shouted back with way too much sass.

A shirtless Bucky poked his head around the door of your bedroom. “Hardy har har.” He returned before coming fully into the room. “You’re overly sassy for no apparent reason. What’s going on?” He strutted over to the bed and took the book from your hands as he sat down. “Chaucer?” he questioned. “You only subject yourself to Chaucer when you’re in a bad mood.”

“Yea, well I had a change of heart.” You retort as you try to snag your book back. He pulled it further from your reach. “Buck, give me my book back.”

“No, not until you tell me why you’re in full sass mode today.”

“Well, then I’ll never get it back.” You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back against the headboard.

“C’mon Y/N. I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.” He spoke as he smiled one of his killer ‘your panties just melted’ smiles. Except, you knew when he smiled like that to you, it was merely platonic. Which sucked.

“Ok fine” you huffed out. “The truth is…” you began as you sat up. “Steve is my best friend.”

Bucky let out a frustrated groan and threw your book back in your general direction. “As if. You know you like me better.” He stood in front of you and stared down; His eyes traveling up and down your body. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll just tickle you until you do.”

You made a face at that. “Don’t do that.”

Bucky started to walk towards the side of the bed where you sat. “You’ve left me with no choice, Doll.” He got closer and grabbed your arm as you tried to scramble away.

“OK, OK!! Don’t do it. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Bucky released you from his grip.

“There. Was that so hard? Now spill, Doll. Whats going on?”

You sat up once again and brushed your fingers through your hair. “Fine, but stand over there.” Bucky’s eyes travelled to where you pointed.

“You want me to stand in the corner?” His ‘you-cant-be-serious’ look took over his face. “You cant be serious.”

You sighed as you began to explain. “I need you to be as far away from me as possible when I tell you this. Its embarrassing.”

Bucky crossed his arms and began to retreat to the corner. “Fine. Makes total sense, Weirdo.”

You ignored his comment and pulled your knees up under your chin. “Ok. There is no easy way to say this so im just gonna do it.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know how to have sex. Not well anyway. I have this date with this guy on Friday and its going to be the third date. Everyone knows the third date rule! I don’t want to suck.” You finished with a deep breath, recovering your oxygen levels from your intense rambling.

“You’re still going out with that guy?” Bucky demanded as he began to near you again.

You pointed your finger back at him. “Stay! And yes I am.”

“Why the fuck–?” he started but caught himself before he revealed too much. “Y/N, look, sex is sex. Its, uh, its not that big of a deal. Im sure youll be great.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s a huge deal, Buck! HUGE! Its sex!”

“You’ve had, uh, sex before right?”

“Twice.”

“Twice.” He repeated.

“Yes, twice. I’m going to suck. I know it.”

“Youre not going to suck. It’s not possible”

“How would you know, Buck? Its not like we’ve had sex.” Bucky couldn’t argue with that, they hadn’t, despite how much he wanted to. “Which is why I’m asking you to help me.” You said, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts. “I want you to make me better at sex.”

Buckys head shot up from the direction of his feet, eyes wide. “WHAT?!”

“Please Buck, you said it yourself: sex is sex. Whats the harm if you teach me the ins and outs of it. No pun intended.” You smirked to yourself.

“You’re my best friend!” he spoke in an attempt to find an excuse.

“Friends have sex all the time. You’d just be helping a friend out.”

Bucky thought of another excuse. “What makes you think I can teach you anything?”

You chuckled “I think the plethora of random girls that scream their heads off in pleasure and beg for more is enough for me to know how good you are.”

Bucky blushed. “You hear that?”

“They’re like banshees, Bucky.”

“Are not.” He huffed

“Are too” You returned. Bucky crossed and uncrossed his arms before shifting his weight to his left foot. “Bucky, please. We are always there for each other when the other needs something.”

Bucky let out a sharp laugh. “Yea, but usually its when you want me to pick up your prescriptions from the pharmacy or fix the plumbing.”

“Buck, I need you. I know this is slightly different, but whats the harm?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time. “I have to go meet Steve. Just let me think about it.” He pocketed his phone again and turned to leave the room.

“Don’t forget a shirt!” You called after him.

Bucky opened the door to the café and scanned the room for his friend. When he saw the over compensating build and light hair he started towards one of the window tables. “Steve.”

Steve looked up from his view of the city and smiled as he saw his oldest friend. “Bucky, its good to see you.”

Bucky took a seat opposite of Steve and ordered a coffee when the waitress came around. “Hows things?”

“Great.” Steve began. “Sharon is great. We got a cat.”

Bucky chuckled. “A cat? Since when are you a cat person?”

“Since Sharon is a cat person.” He smirked. “But, whats going on with you? Hows Y/N?”

“Funny that you bring her up.” Bucky said before he smiled and thanked the waitress for his coffee.

“Oh yea?” Steve smiled. “Finally tell her how you feel, did you?

“Yea right. Cause that would go over soooo well.”

“Oh c’mon man, you’ve liked her since she moved in.”

“Doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same. She, uh, asked me this morning to help her become a pro at sex.”

Steve choked on his coffee and reached for a napkin to clean the drops from his chin. “What!?”

“Yea.” Bucky signed and sipped his drink

“What exactly does that entail?”

“She wants us to have sex.” Bucky replied nonchalantly. “She wants us to have sex until shes good at it, apparently.

“Wow. Why?”

“Shes got this date on Friday. Says it’s the third date so they HAVE to have sex for some stupid reason.” He huffed.

“Well,” Steve started “Think of the Bright side: Youll get to have sex with the girl you love.”

“Smooth attempt at making me feel better, pal, but there is no bright side. She wants me for the wrong reason. Its not like she loves me back.”

“All the more reason to tell her. Maybe she just hasn’t thought of you in that way yet and telling her may open her eyes.”

“I don’t know, man. Shes pretty determined. I think if she liked me she’d know.”

“Just think about it, Buck”

“Its all I think about. Which makes me think I cant go through with this.”

“Oh, you definitely cannot go through with this.”

Bucky reentered his apartment after a long and thoughtful conversation with Steve. He had a very valid point: there was no way Bucky could go through with this, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to disappoint Y/N.  She felt insecure and that was the last thing Bucky wanted. So he could do this just once, right?

“Bucky?” Y/N called, stepping out of her bedroom. “Are you alright? You seem a little dazed.” She continued once she saw his facial expression.

“Yea well what do you expect?” Bucky mumbled to himself as Y/N entered the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

“Did you say something?”

“What? No.” He hurriedly spit out. Y/N returned her attention to the coffee maker. “So, I was thinking…” she met his eyes as he continued. “We could try what you proposed. Just once. I’ll tell you what you want to know from that one time, but no more. Deal?”

Y/N squealed in appreciation. “Oh Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much.”

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. “Yea. I mean what are friends for right?”

“Right!” she smiled. She was so beautiful that he almost kissed her right then and there, but he quickly stepped away.

“So, uh, how do you want to go about this?” Bucky questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I say we just jump into it. I mean, this is practically for science. No need to beat around the bush.”

Bucky felt his heart crumble just a bit. Hearing her say those words was the last thing he wanted. If anything, he wanted this to mean something to her in the slightest. But clearly it didn’t. “Alright.” He spoke clearly frustrated. He reached for the hem of his shirt and aimed to pull it over his head, but was stopped by Y/Ns soft hand on top of his.

“Let me.” She lifted his shirt off for him and Bucky thought he had never been more turned on. Y/N pulled hers off and slipped out of her sleep shorts then turned and strutted off into her bedroom.

“Jesus.” Bucky mumbled as he followed after her.

When he stepped through the door, she was standing there waiting for him in just her underwear. He eased himself closer to her and she reached for the belt around his hips. ‘This is so bad’ he thought as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him. She looked into his eyes and down to his lips. Slowly, she reached up and pressed her lips to his in the softest of motions. Bucky fell completely into it and Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, but Bucky pulled away. He couldn’t do this. It just wasn’t right.

“Bucky?” she whispered as she placed her hands on either sides of his face. “Whats the matter?”

Bucky gripped her hands in his own and removed them from his face. “I cant do this.” He spoke so quietly; it was practically to himself.

“What?” Her face twisted in concern.

“I cant do this.” Bucky said a little louder so she could hear him, but this time it was laced with a bit of frustration.

“Why?”

Bucky took a few steps away from her. “I just cant.” He grabbed for his shirt, but Y/N stepped up into his space and grabbed it from him before he could put it on. “Y/N, give me my shirt back.”

“No, Buck. Not until you tell me whats going on.”

“Fine, keep it.” He huffed as he headed for the door.

“Bucky!” Y/N yelled after him. “Bucky, wait!”

Y/N chased him out the door and into their tiny living room. She grabbed his arm to keep him from getting further away from her. “Y/N, Stop!” Bucky yelled as he tried to break free from her grasp. She was deceptively strong.

“Bucky, please just tell me whats going on.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. It almost broke his heart. “Please.” She whispered. Bucky turned to face her with a cold expression on his face. He figured it was better than showing her his true emotions in this moment. ‘Did I do something wrong?” He met her eyes in shock. That was the last possible problem. “Do you not want me?” Slowly, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Bucky sighed. “That is not possible.” He whispered

“Which?” she questioned

“Neither. You didn’t do anything wrong and its definitely not because I don’t want you, OK?” He reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing, Y/N”

“Youre lying.” She was starting to get angry.

“No, Im n-“ he started, but was interrupted.

“Yes, you are!” Y/N was a full on mix of pissed and distressed. “Tell me!” she yelled.

“Y/N” Bucky sighed

“TELL ME!” She screamed again.

“I LOVE YOU!” Bucky yelled in her face before he’d even realized what he was doing. He breathed heavily, eyes looking directly at her before he stepped back and looked to his feet. “I love you.” He spoke again, much quieter.

“Bucky..”

“No, just don’t.” Bucky rushed past her back to her room and put his shirt back on. When he got back to the living room, Y/N was still standing there in shock. “I have to go.” He grabbed his keys of the hook and slammed the door, knocking Y/N out of her shock.

Sharon opened the door to her and her boyfriends apartment to find Bucky standing in the doorway, his head hung low, soaked to the bone. It must’ve been pouring outside. “Bucky, come in.” When he didn’t make a move to enter the apartment, she grabbed him by his arm and slowly pulled him inside. “Steve!?” she yelled “Can you come here?”

Steve walked out from their bedroom. “Yea, babe- Bucky?”

“He just showed up. Im going to go get some towels and an extra shirt.” She said ask she walked Bucky over to the couch and helped him sit down before walking to the bathroom. Steve inched closer to his friend and sat down across from him.

“Buck?” he spoke, but got no response. “Bucky?” he tried again. “What happened?”

Bucky looked up from his hands, but refused to meet Steve’s eyes. “I told her.”

“Well, that’s good isn’t it?” Steve questioned.

“No, Steve, its not. We were about to have sex.”

“You were going to do it!?”

“Just once. She was doubting herself and you know how I get when she does that. I was only going to do it once and help her. I thought I could suppress my feelings for one time.”

“Bucky…”

“I kissed her once and I couldn’t do it. Before I knew it, I was yelling that I love her and now im here.”

Steve placed a hand on his friends shoulder as his girlfriend returned with the shirt and towels. She placed them next to Bucky to use as he needed.

“What did she say?” Steve asked.

“Nothing.” Bucky sighed. “She just stood there. So I left. Well, actually I started to leave the second after I told her.”

“You didn’t give her a chance to say anything?”

“I couldn’t, Steve. I just had to get out of there.”

“Oh, Buck.” Steve started “Just stay here tonight, ok?” he sighed. “But tomorrow you have to talk to her.”

Buckys eyes widened. “No, Steve. I cant.”

“You can. And you will. She is the only girl you’ve ever given a fuck about, never mind the fact that she and Sharon get along great. You’ve made yourself a nice little mess and you’re going to fix it so we can all still be friends. Im too used to our little foursome now to have it fall apart at the seams.”

“Arent you the one who told me to tell her how I felt?”

Steve stood from his chair. “Yea. I was thinking more of a sweet scenario where you buy her flowers and don’t bolt after you tell her.”

Bucky grumbled and wrapped a bright, pink towel around his shoulders. “Well you didn’t specify.”

“I figured it was implied, Buck” Steve began to turn towards is bedroom. “Couch is all yours for tonight. Enjoy, stretch out, think of ways to get your girl. But im gonna turn in. My lady is waiting.”

Bucky made a face. “Steve, I swear if you guys have sex 20 feet away from me…”

“Chill Buck, Sharon and I are hardcore cuddlers.”

“That’s almost worse.”

“Oh please, Buck if you had Y/N you’d cuddle nonstop.”

“Don’t remind me that I don’t have her.” Bucky returned as he stretched out onto the couch.

“Goodnight Bucky.” Steve sighed and retreated to his bedroom where is girlfriend waited for him. Lucky bastard Bucky thought.

Bucky jolted awake at the sound of 3 sharp knocks. He could have sworn he imagined it and was getting ready to settle back into sleep when he heard it again. He grabbed his phone from his pant pocket which had long been discarded onto the floor halfway through the night. It was 3:30 am. What the hell. Bucky groaned as he sat up and walked his shirtless, underwear clad body into Steve and Sharon’s room. Sharon was nestled up against Steves side and their cat sat on his chest, rising and falling in rhythm with Steves breathing. Bucky shuffled forward to Steves side and nudged his shoulder until he woke up.

Steves eyes slowly opened and looked into those of his best friend. “Bucky, what the hell?”

“Little early for cursing don’t you think, Cap?”

Steve sighed and laid his head back on his pillow. “What do you want, Buck?” He whispered in an effort not to stir his girlfriend.

“Theres a knock on your door” Bucky spoke nonchalantly as he pointed in its general direction.

“What?”

“Theres a knock-“ Bucky started but what interrupted by the knock itself. “See?”

Steve sat up slightly, causing the cat to jump of his chest and Sharon to slowly shift in her sleep. “And you woke me because…?”

“I don’t know. Its 3:30 am. Its dark. Im vulnerable. It could be a psycho killer and im not in the mood.”

Steve pushed the sheets of his legs and sat up. “Are you kidding me, Buck? Youre the fucking winter soldier.”

Steve began to walk towards the door as the knocking continued with Bucky hot on his heels. “Yea, well you’re Captain America. We are equally as capable of opening the door, but this is your apartment so I figured id let you. Just in case it is a psycho killer, youd be able to say you defended your own domicile.”

“Gee thanks.” Steve huffed as he reached for the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Y/N in none other than her pajamas. Bucky and Steve stared at her for a moment before Steve turned to Bucky. “Well, it’s for you. Totally get why you were scared though. She looks like a murderous demon.” Steve sighed sarcastically. “Im going back to bed. Lovely to see you though Y/N. Sharon misses you like crazy. I mean it’s been like what, 3 weeks since we’ve seen you. Crazy how time flies, we should really-“ Steve continued before being interrupted by Bucky.

“Steve go to bed.” Bucky spoke without taking his eyes off Y/N.

“Oh geez, fine. Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve. “Y/N returned with a feeble smile.

Once Steve was definitely in his room, Bucky turned back to face Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“Look, Y/N if this is about earlier then theres no need. I-“

“I love you, Bucky.” Y/N interrupted.

It was Buckys turn to stand there in shock.

“Bucky?”

Bucky snapped back to his senses and was less than pleased. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you? That’s really low Y/N. I spill my guts and you have the audacity to make fun of me for it.” Bucky turned back into the apartment but Y/n followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

“Bucky, im not lying.”

“You are too. You are supposed to go out on a date this weekend. You don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t date that idiot.”

“Bucky you said you love me and you had sex 3 days ago. Not with me, I might add.” Y/N replied laced with a little frustration.

“So? I had to get my frustrations out somehow. I’m not the one who suggested we have casual buddy sex.”

“Bucky, I was just really confused ok? I really thought that if we had sex once that I’d get over you. I don’t even have a date this weekend. I broke up with Mike after he slapped our waitress’ ass as she walked by on our last date.”

“Prick” Bucky mumbled. “So you tricked me into sex?”

“Tricked is such a harsh word.”

“But an accurate one” Bucky finished.

“We didn’t even have sex Bucky. I didn’t even think id be able to go through with it. I just wanted to propose the idea to see how youd react. To see if you wanted me too. I almost died when you pulled away from me.”

Bucky looked up into her eyes. “Yea, well you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

Y/N detected a hint of anger in his words. “Are you actually mad at me? Bucky, we love each other. Or at least we did a couple hours ago.”Bucky refused to speak. It lasted so long that Y/N turned to leave. “Fine, Bucky. Ill just go” Y/N was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. She looked up and Bucky pulled her to him, kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissed back with as much ferocity as she could. It was passionate and sexy and melting. Y/N had wanted this for so long and it was amazing. They pulled apart only to breathe and Bucky brushed his fingers through her hair.

“We love each other?” He spoke as he rested his forehead on hers.

“Yea, we do”

“I cant believe it.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ve been in love with you since you moved in.”

“Two years, Four months, and eighteen days.” Y/N whispered.

“What?” Buckys head snapped up in shock.

“That’s how long we’ve lived together.”

“Wow.” Bucky stepped back from her embrace and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I know because that’s how long ive loved you too.”

“WHAT?!”

“What?”

“You’ve loved me that long too? You had a boyfriend when you moved in.”

“I know, which is weird now that I think about it because he let me move in with another man. He said he wasn’t worried, but he should have been.”

“I’m the reason you dumped that guy a month after you moved in?” Bucky questioned. Y/N only nodded in response. “I cant believe it.” Bucky sighed. “I hated that guy!”

Y/N giggled and moved to cup his face with both hands. “That’s what he told me.”

“Oh, yea right. How would he know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it either, but he insisted that you liked me and wanted to kill him with your metal arm.”

Bucky chuckled and crossed is arms over his chest. “Well, the guy wasn’t as big of an idiot as I thought.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Y/N laughed.

Bucky grabbed Y/Ns hand and walked her over to the couch. He laid down and pulled her on top of him.

“Bucky what are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to sleep with the girl I love.” He replied as he readjusted his pillow.

“Um, shouldn’t we go home? You know, since you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“Oh please, doll. I was never mad at you. More just mad at myself. Also, Sharon and Steve miss you didn’t you hear? And all I want to do is take you home and stay in bed with you for days, but I figure I owe them a favor for letting me stay and whine. So, tomorrow we can all go out and they’ll stop complaining about never seeing you, THEN we will stay in bed for days.”

“Ah, great plan, Barnes.”

“Yea, I thought so.” He smiled his cheeky grin. “But for now we will sleep together and actually sleep.”

Interior Disaster » Fernando Torres

Happiness isn’t about getting what we want, it’s about appreciating what we have,

“I don’t have a degree in design for no reason, Nando.” I scoffed, carrying the heavy paint cans into our new home. 

“Well, Ms. Interior Designer, how come we couldn’t have just hired one of your friends to do it?” Fernando questioned, also carrying his own fair share of paint canisters. 

Though the only colors we’d purchased were azure, an off-grey colour and a plain Jane white, we somehow found ourselves buying out the whole store. “Because this is our house.” I explained. “Plus I’ve stared at these plain walls for too damn long.“ 

“Ugh,” Fernando groaned. “Fine. Just know I’m only doing this because I love you.“ 

Rushing to drop my white paint cans, I began speed walking towards the first room we would paint. “First room.” I said giddily. “Manuela’s play room.“ 

“Good thing she’s with abuelita.” Nando laughed, transporting the supplies into the room.  

"Exactly why we’re doing it first. ” I laughed. “Just make sure to cover everything first so it doesn’t get on her furniture.” I warned, before retreating to our car parked out front. 

“And you’re going where?” Fernando asked, popping his head out of the room just as I rounded the corner. 

Taking a couple steps backwards, I turned to answer my husband. “Don’t worry about it.” 

Thirty minutes or so later, I was back at the house, only this time I bared paint brushes of all shapes and sizes. Though, what I didn’t expect to find was Fernando sprawled out on the couch munching on a bag of Lays Sour Cream and Onion chips whilst watching the newest episode of his favorite novela. 

And if you resided in the Torres household for a while, you’d know this was just as habitual as the birds chirping every morning. “Please tell me you covered the room like I told you.”

“I did, don’t worry.” He answered, denying any of my worries. “I even covered some other rooms.”

“Perfect.” I grinned, waving for Nando to follow me. “What you waiting for?” 

“Let’s go paint those piece of shit walls.” Fernando yelled with way too much enthusiasm for my liking.

After an exaggerated stroll up the stairs, we’d finally made it to the room that would be painted first. “Manuela’s play room should be this color.” Nando said, tapping the periwinkle bucket that he’d secretly bought.

We were only painting her playroom and not her actual room because we wouldn’t dare touch the sassy four year olds shrine. Though she was barely capable of forming complete sentences, she somehow found ways to sass the living hell out of Fernando and I. And I personally wasn’t up to being exposed by Manuela-her first day back from my mothers. “Ready to prime and paint?” I challenged.

“I was born ready.” Fernando bragged, opening the periwinkle can with the nearby can opener before dipping his rolling brush onto the lavender color just as we both began brushing lightly.

“Damn, this is harder than I expected.” I commented, running my hand lightly as I stroke the far end of room.

Thank god the room wasn’t big as all the other rooms in the house. 

As we were painting our separate walls, I felt a small dab of paint smudge across my bum. 

Whipping my head around, I was greeted with a very childish Fernando. "Why in the hell would you do that?” I questioned in disbelief.

“Because I like your butt. Preferably wet.” He laughed just like the adolescent he was.

Sometimes it dawned me that I’d in fact married a thirty-one year old man and not an inappropriate high schooler. "That was very childish—,” I began, only to be cut off by paint splattering across my face.

“Sorry amor, I missed the wall.” Fernando laughed, gliding his paintbrush along his wall, rather nonchalantly. 

“Yeah, you missed by a couple of inches.” I bashed, dipping my own brush into the lilac canister only to stain my husbands ‘perfectly done hairdo.

Letting a gasp escape his lips, Fernando slowly turned around only to smirk at me…"Why would you do that?” He questioned. 

Though he was trying to be discreet, I noticed as his blotchy fingers slowly dipped into the violet pigment only to be smeared across my face seconds later.

Picking my tray of loose paint off the floor, I began the wild goose chase of a game against Nando as we ran around the room rather chaotically. And I admit what I did a moment later was pretty juvenile for a grown, responsible, adult as my self, but I just couldn’t help it. My blood was boiling as I glanced at the havoc in which Fernando and I created so I did the last possible thing.

I threw the half-aluminum and probably half metal tray at my husband, only to leave him in a heaving, wincing mess on the floor… “Fernando!” I blurted, quickly coming to my senses and to his aid.

“Ai,” he griped. “Fuck you.” Nando laughed, groping at the growing bump on the side of his forehead.

“I’m so sorry.”

Removing his hands from the amplifying wound, I began analyzing the size to determine whether it was serious enough to get checked out. “I should’ve remembered you still had those man arms in you.” Fernando teased, palming my biceps. 

Though they were nothing compared to his toned ones.

“Shut the hell up.” I laughed, motioning for him to stand up so we could traveled to the kitchen for a pack of ice.

“I feel like it’s a good enough time to bring up hiring someone else to do the house work.” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around my neck to distribute his body weight. 

And though we ended the night with discolored hair and a swelling bruise, we couldn’t have painted our house any other way.

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gif credits to sergiooramoss

this is my fav one shot so far this month. soooooo fun to write omg ^.^ i think i have my mojo back yall!! enjoy the gif of nando haha

Blue as the sea

(A/N): I loved this request because I felt like a form of attachment to it because I have blue eyes too

Request:Hi! Can you please write an imagine where the reader has blue eyes and she makes Bucky nervous and he clams up and gets really blushy when they make eye contact? :D then he confesses his love for her and he blurts out how her eyes make him nervous? :D thank you! I love your writings, btw!

Warnings: some swearing


Originally posted by coporolight

   Something about (Y/N)’s eyes just captivated Bucky. Perhaps it was the little twinkle of excitement that always seemed to be shining in those beautiful orbs, maybe it was the way they’d crinkle when they’d laugh or the way they’d get all wide and imploring at the slightest mention of anything they found interesting, but what really did it for Bucky was their amazing color of blue. He swore he’d never seen anything as vibrant and yet so soft as their hue of blue, like the midnight sky mixed with the softest waves of the ocean and for some damn reason those beautiful eyes made him the most nervous, awkward, and frustrated man on the planet. 

    Bucky could barely look at (Y/N) for God’s sake without blushing and becoming a stuttering mess of a man. So for that reason solely he tended to avoid the piercing gaze of (Y/N)’s blue eyes.

     On missions he would refuse to look at them and as soon as he got back he’d hit the shower, retiring to his room right afterwards, he’d refuse to look them in the eye while training, instead resorting to keeping his eyes glued elsewhere, and god, whenever Tony would have one of his stupid parties it took all of Bucky’s willpower to not spill his drink everywhere because (Y/N)’s eyes looked so damn good under that lighting. 

    He realized it was completely irrational for him to get so nervous all because of some eye color but he couldn’t help it, (Y/N) was already so gorgeous without those beautiful eyes, enough to make Bucky’s mouth run dry the moment he met them.  But as soon as he laid his eyes on those downright stunning blue ones he knew he was a dead man. 

    “Bucky!” Fury snaps at him from the head of table the were gathered at, his glare nearly piercing through Bucky’s skull. “Wanna pay attention to the mission report I’m giving you right now?” Bucky nodded quickly, not wishing to set off Fury any more than he already had. 

    Bucky quickly averted his gaze and unfortunately he landed right upon (Y/N)’s stunning face. Their eyes flicked to his, those blue orbs directed only on him, and then they smiled, a small almost shy one but Bucky would be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart flutter a bit. His cheeks dusted a light pink and he once again directed his gaze elsewhere, instead down upon his hands folded on the table. 

    Had he directed his gaze only a second later he would have caught the little look of hurt that crossed across those beautiful eyes he adored so much. 


   “Get out of here,” Fury concluded the mission report with a smile, dismissing all of the avengers in his usual sassy way. 

    Bucky immediately rose from his seat, refusing to look at (Y/N) across the table as he quickly walked to the door, slipping in and out of the room quickly. 

    “Wait Bucky!” (Y/N)’s just as sweet voice called out to him as they opened the door rather quickly too. Bucky sighed softly, trying to calm his nerves as he turned on his heel, forcing a fake smile upon his lips. 

    “Yeah (Y/N)?” They come to a stop at his side, giving him one of those all too famous small smiles that he adored with every bone in his body. He focused on their eyebrows, hoping that his eyes didn’t look like they weren’t staring into (Y/N)’s.

     “Can I ask you a question?” 

    “U-Um sure,” Bucky stuttered, his nerves starting to flutter once again. God, he wanted to cringe out of his skin at how bad his voice sounded. 

    “Do you-” They lick their lips and Bucky’s eyes can’t help but be drawn to the small action. “Do you not like me?” The question completely took him off guard, causing him to furrow his brow and crinkle his nose. “I mean I get It if you don’t-” (Y/N) continues on, biting their lip as their gaze drops to the floor. “I can kind of be annoying and-” Bucky finally snapped out of his confused haze, (Y/N)’s negative words clearing the fog that had gathered in his head. 

    “What? God no (Y/N),” Bucky sighed, his words finally coming out right for once. “No, I could never hate you, I just-” He sighs, cracking his eyes open a sliver, just to stare at (Y/N)’s blue gaze, their eyes holding a rather sad tone to them. “I get so nervous when I’m around you-” 

    “Nervous?” (Y/N) questions, those eyes sparkling with sadness. 

    “Not a bad kind of nervous! A good kind of nervous and-” He sighs once again, realizing that his rambling was going to get him nowhere. “(Y/N), I get so nervous when I’m around you because I’m pretty damn sure that I’ve never liked someone as much as I do you,” He looks at (Y/N) once again, at their beautiful lips, their sweet little cheeks, and most importantly those damn blue eyes that got him into this mess in the first place. “It’s your eyes, they’re so goddamn beautiful that I can’t help but get nervous every time I see them,” Bucky breathes out shakily, his little confession having skyrocketed his nerves to new and incredible heights. 

     “Really?” (Y/N) whispers, that sadness in their eyes starting to be replaced by an unconditional amount of hope. Bucky nods timidly, his cheeks all sorts of red. The two fall silent, not a sound was heard, it was so quiet in fact that it nearly set Bucky off on another one of his ramblings. But before he could do so (Y/N) had pounced upon him, wrapping their arms around him tightly. “I really like you too,” Bucky can hear them whisper, the already small sentence becoming even smaller when it was muffled by his shirt. “And I think you have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen,” Bucky slowly wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s shoulder, smiling as he rested his chin atop their head. 

     “Well,” He mutters, smiling against their hair. “I think you hold that title doll,” 

I will never get over Isak drawing Even into a kiss with his hand in his hair and drawing him even closer.

I will never get over Isak being super sassy and like “All is chill as long as you wear clothes.” When did you become so comfy about your sexuality, boy? <3

I will never get over Even’s mum wanting to meet Isak and them two spending the Christmas season with their families and TOGETHER.

I will not get over Isak and Even looking at each other across the room and being in love and smiling and seeing that bond between them.

I will never get over Isak and Even, and this is just outtakes from this one clip.

I felt like I needed a couple days to let this episode sink in, because if I had posted immediately it probably would have been sdjkhfsjhsfjkhkj klamille sdkhaksjdhkajh *insert woman collapsing gif*

I think the most amazing thing about Klamille right now is the episodes for them KEEP. ON. GETTING. BETTER.

When the Thanksgiving episode happened we were jumping up and down over the “WHERE IS SHE?” and then the next episode he saves her and we get dat hug, and it’s like…okay this is too much, but then the next episode hits and we get a KISS and a makeout and her “dying”, and I’m like…okay there’s no way an episode can have more incredible material than this.

But then Friday’s episode happened and I’m just…

Klaus tearing the room apart because Cami was dead

“I need you”

“I’m begging you. Don’t leave me”

Cami not letting Klaus control her.

Elijah maintaining his place as captain of the klamille shippers club.

Cami turning into a vampire because it’s what SHE wanted.

Cami becoming a sassy, sexy vampire.

I could go on and on and on and on.

So much props to Leah Pipes. She made me tear up quite a bit in this episode and I am not a crier. (this isn’t klamille related, but her scene with Vincent was so special)

His fingers (Larry one shot)

After this prompt: http://bottombunklouis.tumblr.com/post/80222071417/i-want-fic-of-harry-and-louis-sharing-a-bunk-on

I hope it is what you had in mind. If not: I’m sorry..

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“I want to fuck you so deep… I want you to choke on your own moans…” Harry whispers filthily into Louis’ ear. He is sitting in Louis’ lap and leans in, to nibble his boyfriend’s ear.

The five of them are in the back of the tour bus, hanging out after their third concert. The first two night, the two horny boys were too tired to even think of shagging each other, but now that they are getting used to having shows every night, there is nothing else they can think of.  

“No way that is going to happen Styles! First of all: the fact that I overheard you guys talk about that is utterly gross and way too much information and second: have you ever heard yourself when you come?! You sound like a herd of elephants in their mating season. You guys are not having sex on the bus. Hotel rooms, whatever, but not on the bus.” Zayn’s eyes are wide and stern as he looks at the cuddled up couple. Niall snickers and Liam can’t resist to smile at the scene in front of him. Harry blushes a deep shade of red and Louis seems to be trying to come up with a sassy excuse for his boyfriend and him to have some fun time after all.

“Eh… But last time…” Louis starts.

“Exactly.” Zayn points a finger to them and nods. “I’m dead serious. I need my sleep and I don’t need to be kept awake by you horny rabbits.”

Harry hides his face into Louis’ chest and pouts his lips, disappointed that he won’t be getting any tonight or the days after today. The first night they will be spending in a hotel will be in four days.

After quite a bit of banter, a couple of beers and several selfies, the boys decide to call it a night and stumble towards the other end of the bus.

Harry and Louis share a bunk while the others each get their own. Now that they won’t be having some private time, the least the two boys could do was cuddle up very closely.

“You know I love you, right?” Harry whispers while he hovers over his boyfriend.

“I know.” Louis smiles and leaves a soft peck on Harry’s lips. When he pulls back, Harry catches his bottom lip between his teeth, causing Louis to moan softly.

“Serious guys!” Zayn shouts from the bunk opposite from them. Harry opens the curtain a bit that gives them some privacy.

“You got it Malik.” He keeps his head out of the bunk while he feels Louis scoot closer to him. He hears some shuffling behind him and figures that Louis is undoing himself from any unnecessary clothing.

“Niall?”

“What up bro?”

“Do you think we could pull a prank on Zayn tomorrow? That boy is no fun and way too uptight. I think he needs a big scare.” Harry grins at his own joke, knowing fairly well that this is the way to get Zayn even more uptight. He hears the last one groan in his own bunk and after some shuffling Zayn opens his curtain as well to give Harry a stare down.

Harry feels Louis take his hand and play with his fingers. He smiles at the gesture and fumbles around to find Louis’ waist and pull the boy closer to himself. Louis chuckles and leaves kisses on Harry’s neck and behind his ear. He tries to be subtle and for Zayn not to catch him.

“You know I can hear you, right?” Zayn questions Harry.

“Niall? Did you hear something? It’s like a llama is pissing in my ear.” Niall’s booming laugh is heard from the bunk under them.

“I didn’t hear a thing! But yeah we should totally prank Zayn tomorrow! What do you think would have him like proper pissed off?” Zayn huffs at the childish boys and pulls himself back into his bunk.

Meanwhile Harry’s hand is tracing Louis’ back and he slowly reaches the boy’s amazing bum. He squeezes it making it hard for Louis to contain his normal breath. Louis hides his face into Harry’s neck as the other massages his bum.

“Ni, how about we ask Lou to help and paint his hair some weird ass colour? She likes a good prank.”

Harry slowly pull back Louis’ sweats and glides his hand onto the boy’s soft, perky skin. Louis gasps and pushes himself even further into Harry’s neck, feeling himself grow hard.

“You’re a genius Harry! And I’m sure Lou will help us. What kind of colour would suit our pretty Zayn?” Niall giggles.

Harry traces towards Louis’ hole and nudges it softly. Pulling back quickly to wet his fingers. No heads are out of the bunk, so the other boys don’t notice how Harry is sucking his own fingers to lead them back to his boyfriend’s hole.

“I think green would suit Zaynie. Like green of jealousy cause he hasn’t got Perrie to shag on the bus.” Niall’s laugh booms through the bus after Harry’s remark.

Harry slowly pushes in one finger and he feels Louis stiffen while the boy grabs onto Harry’s biceps tightly. Pushing in a little bit further and pulling back to let the other boy get used to having a finger up his arse, Harry focuses on the tight feeling around his finger.

“Green is the perfect colour! The reason is even better!” Niall throws his legs out of the bunk and looks up to Harry.

Harry slowly inserts another finger into Louis and pushes the two fingers further inside the boy’s tight hole. Louis is on the edge of moaning too loud and he doesn’t know how much noise Harry’s neck can hold. He is fully hard now and pressed against Harry so tightly that it becomes painful. He moves to Harry’s shoulder and softly bites into the soft flesh. Harry opens his mouth at the feeling, becoming hot and bothered. He can only hope that the lighting is bad enough for Niall not to notice how flushed he looks.

“Guys stop being such weirdoes.” Zayn mumbles from his bunk.

Harry adds another finger and pushes his three fingers all this way inside of Louis until he feels the bundle of nerves that will have his boyfriend turn into putty for him. He jabs into Louis’ prostate harshly to get a reaction out of the other. Louis whimpers while biting down onto Harry’s shoulder.

“Ouch.” Harry exclaims, surprised by the sudden pain he feels in his shoulder.

“You okay?” Niall asks.

Harry pushes further into Louis and rubs the squirming boy’s prostate over and over again. Louis feels his orgasm built up and he knows he is not going to last very long. He pushes himself against Harry even tighter and keep biting down onto the other’s shoulder, trying not to break the flesh.

“Yeah.” Harry sighs. “Just stubbed my toe.”

Louis feels Harry’s long slender fingers rub this heavenly place deep inside of him. Those long fingers filling him up and pushing him towards his orgasm. Two more strokes against his prostate and Louis feels himself lose control and shoot his load while his vision gets blurry. He bites down onto Harry’s shoulder again and whimpers a tat too loud.

“What was that?” Niall looks up to Harry again, wondering what weird noise he just heard coming from their bunk.

“Oh, Lou is already sleeping. He’s probably having a bad dream.” Niall nods and slowly pulls himself back into his bunk, while Harry closes his curtain as well.

“Night.” He mutters to no one in particular.

Louis comes down from his high, trying to cover his short puffs of breath into Harry’s chest. Harry pulls his fingers out of the boy and softly strokes the back of his worn out boyfriend.

“You were so good, Lou. You took my fingers so well, baby.” Louis looks up to Harry and gives him a tired, but genuine smile. Harry leans in and pushes their lips together without deepening the kiss. After several moments of only the contact of their lips being together and their body pressed into each other, Louis pulls back.

“I love you.” He mutters while his eyes start to droop.

“I love you too, baby.” Harry whispers back, scooping up the slightly smaller boy in his arms and feeling himself fall asleep next to his lover. 

Preference #88: Fighting Feelings Part Two-His POV (Requested)…

Part One!

Louis: “Good morning,” I greeted (y/n) from the table as she stretched her arms over her head with a groan leaving the bunk area. “Morning,” she mumbled running her hands through her messy hair, only making it worse. She surprisingly plopped down next to me on my side of the booth. “How did you sleep,” I asked sliding her the iced coffee with a smile. She was clearly not a morning person, we had that in common. “Well, really well,” she hummed looking at the Starbucks cup. “What’s this,” she asked starting to drink it before I could answer. “I got it for you after the interview. Harry got you a hot one, but I figured you’d sleep a few more hours so I got you one that is supposed to be cold. I scooped out the ice so it didn’t get watered down.” “Very thoughtful,” she sounded surprised, “thank you.” “No problem,” I tried to hide my dorky smile as I watched her take small concentrated sips. Watching her in silence was nice and made waiting at the table for three hours completely worth it. I was frustrated when Harry walked in, “Hey, you’re finally up,” he cheered. “Barely,” she seemed slightly put off by Harry’s energy. “You slept longer than normal,” he observer stealing a sip of her coffee. “I was having a good dream,” she explained taking it back. I wondered if his behavior was as annoying to her as it was to me. “What about,” I asked to remind them that I was in the room too. She looked into my eyes and paused for a second, “you.” “Not fair she is my friend she should be dreaming about me,” Harry had a pretend hissy fit. “If it makes you feel better Haz it probably wasn’t a dream.” She looked to me shocked; I figured she was too tired to realize that what happened last night actually did. “Well you woke up just in time for the video game tournament,” he smiled off the clear tension between her and me. I rested my hand on her thigh to let her know that I was fine if we kept doing exactly what we were doing. “I’ll be out in a bit,” she gestured to the few sips still in her cup and Harry ran to tell the rest of the guys that she was in. She finished the sips immediately, “are you going to leave me now,” I pouted to try and get her to stay. “No,” she leaned into me and took my lips by surprise. She tasted good, I made the right choice at Starbucks. “Now I’m leaving you,” she whispered once we finally broke connection. “That is,” she stopped before the door and looked at me. “Unless you think you can compete?” The sassy girl I feel for was finally awake. “Me compete? Worry about yourself sweet cheeks,” I pinched her bum to throw her off on the way into the room. “Game on,” she concluded following me to the empty couch.

Harry: The second round of dodgeball went much better. (Y/n) had managed to dodge 8 balls in a row and I was doing well too. But then all of a sudden when (y/n) was dodging one that Liam had thrown very hard I heard her yell, “owww.” She fell to the ground and Louis followed Liam’s throw, getting her the second that she was down. “Classy,” I mumbled sarcastically under my breath, then ran to her side to help. “Are you okay,” I asked kneeling down next to her. “I’ll live, but will you help me get to the side line,” she asked holding out her arms. “Of course,” I giggled a little and wrapped my arms around her. I paused there for a little bit just enjoying that feeling, but then she fidgeted a bit trying to move herself the best she could. “I got you,” I assured working on pulling her up now. Once we were up we were in an awkward hug and she just moved her head a little so she could see me, “thanks.” “Any time,” I worked on adjusting her I in my arms so that she could use me as a crutch. We clumsily made our way to the bench. Once I had her sitting down safely I headed to go look for ice. “You’re still in the game,” she reminded. “They’ll be alright without me,” I assured her running to ask anyone I saw where I could find some. Once I had it I ran back to the game. She was engrossed in the competition still worried if we were going to win. “How are we doing,” I asked grabbing a towel to wrap the ice in so it would not be too cold. “Terrible, not like I can talk,” she blushed. “I think you did fine,” I wanted to make her feel better so I suppressed my I told you so. “Yeah right,” she rolled her eyes and I grabbed her legs pulling them up to my lap. I could see the pain in her eyes, “I’m sorry are you okay.” She nodded but was not able to muster any words. I gently placed the ice on her already swollen ankle. “You’re pretty good at this huh,” she admired. “What can I say I’ve had a lot of practice,” I joked. “I bet,” she teased and I shook my head. “I was trying to be nice, but you still insult me,” I acted offended. “Sorry,” she swung her legs off of me. I was enjoying them there,” Hey you still need to ice it for…” she adjusted and stopped my scolding mid-sentence with a kiss. “Yup pretty good at that too,” she backed away and smiled at me. Niall and Liam got out of the game while they were being distracted by the kiss too and our team actually managed to win. “Proceed,” she obliged inching away and swinging her ankles back to my lap. I softly placed the ice back on her hurt one and the rest of the lads came over to give us shit for the first time.

 Zayn: After two full games of poker between the two of us, (y/n) finally got suspicious. “Hey, do you think they’re ever coming back,” she asked oblivious, but not hostile like before. “Does it matter? I thought we were having fun,” I responded attempting to see how far I could get with her. “No you’re having all the fun. You’ve beaten me twice already, which shame on you for taking my money. You already have so much.” I laughed fanning it in my face, “I won this fair-and-square sweetheart. You’ll never see this money again.” She scrunched her noise in a cute way that I’d only seen once before. Then she dropped her head to her crossed arms on the table dramatically. It only took a few seconds of silence to pick it back up. “Who knew you had it in you,” she spoke up again, seeming impressed and intrigued. “I’ve known for a while,” I admitted. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Maybe I’ve thrown a few games,” I shrugged, before leaving the room to get a drink. “What do you mean?” She followed not long after. I closed the fridge, “Nothing, I just tried to help you win every once in a while. Like you said, I didn’t need the money,” I spoke nonchalantly, but I knew it was going to drive her crazy. She backhanded my shoulder like it was a reflex, “Jerk, I thought I was good. I wanted to win for real, not because you pitied me and turned me into your little charity project,” she seemed genuinely hurt before she stormed out of the room. Shoot I pushed it too far; I went after her hoping to mend my mistake. (Y/N) was packing up her purse. “Wait, are you leaving?” She swung the strap around her shoulder and pushed her purse to her side forcefully, “Yeah I am, because I don’t belong here. It turns out I never did,” she smirked at me then walked off. I quickly ran in front of her to slam the door shut before she could leave, and just stared until I caught her eye. My own always seemed to throw her off, hypnotize her or something, and I wasn’t above using that power. “This is what I was afraid,” I explained. She shrugged not breaking the eye contact, but she was still angry. “I was afraid if you didn’t win a few games, you’d never want to come back. Then when would I get a chance to see you, huh?” She furrowed her eyebrows, “But I thought we were in a fight?” I nodded, “I know, but I realized I kind of missed having you around,” I mumbled the last part, not sure if admitting that I needed her was a good idea. She looked down and came up with a smile that she was trying to hold back, but failing, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t hear that last part.” I gritted my teeth, “I like having you around.” She nodded, “That’s what I thought you said.” Then she smoothly moved past me heading back into the house. Before she went to the next room she looked back, “I missed you too.” 

Liam: “We’re not going out tonight,” I made sure to be extra clear so that I would not lead her on any further. “You look like we’re going out,” she laughed grabbing her coat. “No, we need to talk,” I knew that this was really out of the blue, but (y/n) liked me and that’s all I really cared about. That’s all I really ever cared about to be honest. “Let me guess you finally realized that girl likes you back,” she stopped getting ready and raised her eyebrows at me. “What you knew?” She rolled her eyes, “I’m not blind. She so hopelessly loves you. You’re no better. Do you know how awkward it was for me to be around?” She seemed mad. “Why didn’t you tell me,” I asked furiously. “You thought I was going to break up with someone from the biggest boy band possibly every, I’m a smart girl Liam. Don’t underestimate me.” She shook her head amused by my blindness and I felt so betrayed. “Thanks for making this easy,” I wasn’t about to stand there any longer and be played the fool. I got in the car and tried my best not to drive off the road. My hands were shaking in anger. I screeched to a stop, and stormed in the house. They were in the middle of a movie, so they did not notice my behavior. I plopped down next to (y/n), trying not to look too upset. I could see her glancing over at me and then back to the screen. She did that a few times until she just finally inched closer and grabbed my hand. All of the hurt washed away with that contact. She settled me so easily, how had I live without this for so long? I had a knack for chasing people I knew were wrong, because I never truly felt I deserved the ones that knew and loved me for me. “I’ve seen this before if you want to talk,” she whispered in my ear and I just nodded. We snuck out of the room easily. I don’t think the boys even realized I was back. “You were right,” I said as we entered the room. She paused for a bit, “I didn’t want to be. I’m sorry Liam,” she assured me. “Don’t be, I was just with her so I wasn’t alone. I’m so afraid of that that I didn’t realize you were always there,” she seemed taken back. “You don’t need to always be in a relationship,” she advised. “I know that now. Sometimes being alone is healthier than being with the wrong person.” She bit her lip, “the responsible thing would probably be to let you take a little time to be independent, but I don’t want to wait for you anymore.” I smiled, “I don’t want to wait for you anymore either. We could continue movie night in here and watch something you haven’t seen?” She nodded and hopped in my bed. I grabbed the remote and snuggled next to her so we could flip through the options.

Niall: “I promise I’ve done nothing I wouldn’t have done if I were in this elevator alone. It doesn’t mean anything,” she explained to my still closed eyes. “It’s not about that,” I smiled. “What’s it about then?” I patted the spot next to me, gesturing for her to sit down. She took it without much of a fight, but I could sense she was uneasy about it. I felt her shoulder rub against my own, and as much as I tried to suppress the nagging voice inside of me, I couldn’t. “I’m really sorry, but actually you’re too close.” She moved instantly, “Jeez you just told me to sit here, make up your mind,” she grumbled sounding hurt. “I know I’m confusing right now, it not exactly something I can control,” I attempted to explain. I heard her sigh, “Yeah I know. I just don’t know why you’re pushing it from the start. Ease into it, you know? It’s less disappointing that way.” “So you’re disappointed then,” I question thinking I was on to something. “No it’s my advice for future reference,” she quickly saved herself. I laughed, well thanks I clearly need it,” I said realizing her voice was pretty far away from what I could tell, and I wished she’d just move a little closer, but I didn’t want to annoy her even more. I figured I might as well get to the point while I had her alone. “I know I’ve never told you this, but you’ve always kind of been a distraction for me. I mean you’re really frustrating, and you always find a way to argue with everything I say. It pisses me off, but it’s a different feeling. Like in some odd way I enjoy it,” I was trying to reason it out to myself as I spoke, “If I’m honest with myself I even look forward to talking to you. Just to feel something different from the same old routine I go through everyday. You’re like a break from my reality. I don’t know how you feel about me, but when you found a way to stop my freak out it just reminded me of that.” It felt weird saying it out loud, but I figured it was creepier to keep my mouth shut. “Why,” she asked, confused. “Because you don’t just know how to take me away from reality, you know how to take me away from the parts of myself that I don’t like, that I can’t control, and that’s a big deal in my book. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but do you feel anything towards me,” I asked nervous to know the answer. There was silence for a while, and I was preparing myself for rejection, knowing she wouldn’t wait this long to make some kind of comment. Suddenly hands were on the sides of my cheeks, and I smelt her perfume. Then without warning, her lips were on mine. My heart stopped, until she released me. Almost perfect timing the lights turned on and we were moving again, and I opened my eyes to look at her. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she bit her lip answering my question.

Are you for real, Santana? Rachel is the worst person in the world? how about when you told Karofsky you would out him if he didn’t do what you wanted him to do? what about the time you fat-shamed Finn? what about the time you BI-shamed Brittany? what about the countless times you shamed people for their appearences? for their height, their face or any other atribute you thought was ugly and worth laughing at? how about you trying to take your best friend’s dream after you called yourself (because nobody else did, of course) a “hardcore friend" meaning someone who would do anything on earth for them (oh except getting them to be happy, lol)? how about just now you’re trying to say Rachel has too much body hair for your taste (in front of the whole Glee club)? i mean, who is the worst person in the world again? you might need a check up, lady, because you’re soul is as dark as your hair

oh no, but i’m sorry, al of this it’s super ok because you’re latina and suuper sassy when you do it

you seriously don’t deserve Brittany.

ps: Rachel is not perfect either, she ran over people too in her way to the spotlight, but guess what, she’s not the one standing in the middle of a class room bullying her friend in front of strangers ;)