Hollllllyyyy Shiiit!!! I just saw your cuddly OCs!! More more more please!!! ❤️❤️❤️
as luck would have it I’ve got some more OC doodads I can share :’D I wanted to revisit Diego’s design and revamp it a little (the last time I’d touched it was….2015-ish oh god) and the boys in crop tops are all new OCs too!
The left is Alec, middle is Hamish (Alec’s older brother), and Taemin is the one on the right!
They started as glorified OC’s i made for VLD (and MysM for Taemin), but I’m hoping to use them in a story someday soon! (I promise I have cis female characters too. And nonbinary characters! I just haven’t gotten around to drawing them all yet)
hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…
and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…
and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…
and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah
and for the first time, what’s past is past..
this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…
call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…
and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…
this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…
you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…
two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…
we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…
distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…
but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…
my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..
time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…
and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…
will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..
remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…
you were all i wanted, but not like this….
you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..
remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….
your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…
now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…
i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…
Working desk job means exactly this: apartment, tube, workplace, tube, apartment. It’s hard to find sunlight anymore, but he doesn’t think he minds: maybe he’s already used to this. It’s been longer than he cares to remember.
He spends about two hours a day on the tube - not much compared to the amount of time he spends in his booth at work, but he doesn’t really register those eight hours. It’s like his mind switches itself off the moment he arrives to work and leaves him running on muscle memory alone. Time operates the same way when he’s at home, so by now maybe he’s only really conscious during the two hours on the tube.
Sometimes he stays back on the tube past his stop. Sometimes until it reaches the end of the line. Sometimes he takes the tube with the intention of going somewhere specific, but then just sits there as his destination flies past him into the dark tunnel he’s just passed. Sometimes he goes down into the stop, just to hear the quiet again.
Sometimes he sees maintenance doors somewhere in the tunnels, and for no reason he keeps their locations in mind.
Sometimes the tube takes a turn that he doesn’t recognize, and he feels his heart beating faster all of a sudden. He would stare at the railway through the window pane, counting the seconds, until the tube runs past a corner he knows, or until he reaches his destination. Those moments still happen to him after two years of taking the tube to go… anywhere, really. He thinks he has the whole map learned by heart by now, but the underground keeps proving him wrong.
There’s a community online for tube dwellers. He doesn’t know any of the dozen of members, online or offline, but he has come by some of them on other forums before. They don’t seem to be of any particular profile: there are men, there are women, ranged from 20 to maybe older than 50. The posts are few and far between, but some of them detail everything reachable by the tube. There are things even he doesn’t know.
He screenshots some of the posts and keeps the photos in a separate folder, for no particular reason.
The community hasn’t had a new activity for about three months by now. The members call themselves Rats. He checks through some of their personal pages on that site; the ones he checks have all been abandoned.
Maybe they’re tired of the lack of sunlight in the tube, he thinks on the way to work. The tube sways and trembles quietly, its hum fills the air. Humans aren’t made for the underground afterall.
concept of something vaguely formed in my head. I call it Rats of Spice City.
Work in progress!
Another one.. yes
I promise I’ll finish the other ones ..!
Ahh he’s Zeno, I drew this one when I was waiting my new tablet and I was super happy u-u
(Even if Zeno is actually the saddest character of ever. My poor baby T____T )
Hello internet! Yes, I have deleted ‘Night Owls part III’ bucause it was too angsty for what I had in mind for the finale so, I’m going to rewrite it. In the meantime, I have written this because I had an amazing idea the moment I saw the gifs that you’ll be seeing in a matter of seconds. Btw, the gifs are not mine; I found them on @bucky-plums-barnes but they actually come from @thenixcat . Anywaaay, enjoy! xx
SEBASTIAN STAN X READER
Summary: getting together with Sebastian at the airport after being apart for six months.
Warnings: tons of fluff, i guess. I tried to be funny, did I succeed?
Being far away from Sebastian has always been challenging, but I never thought it would increase so much. After getting married, we were definitely excited to start a new chapter of our life together, but obviously an issue came crossing our path in no time. I still remember the moment when, as we were chilling outside in the sun on our honeymoon, Sebastian’s phone started ringing and after a couple of minutes I found out that he would be leaving in a month to film for six whole months in Atlanta. Obviously I was thrilled for him but at the same time we were a little sad to have to put off our new ideas and adventures for even more time. Therefore we squeezed a lot of things we wanted to do in just one month before we gave up and decided that the best idea was to wait, then we would have been completely and happily free. We sadly said our goodbyes at the airport, promising that we would talk by Skype, Facetime and phone calls every single day and that we would immediately book a flight as soon as one of us found some time to visit the other.
And we did, we didn’t break the promise and succeeded to feel less lonely apart from each other. It had been a real nightmare sometimes to leave again after just a weekend together and with each passing day, even hanging up at the end of a phone call was getting difficult. One of the last weeks before Sebastian finally could come back home, we decided that the ultimate week apart, we wouldn’t contact each other. Maybe a text message, or if we were really really lonely, a phone call could fit in but, we thought the plan would help the excitement of seeing each other again after a long time. You know, like sleeping apart the week before the wedding to make the wedding night more special or waiting to open a present for a bigger surprise. Even if for Sebastian those examples meant the same thing on our wedding night..
Anyhow, in this exact moment, I’m waiting for Seb’s flight to land. I actually wanted this to be a surprise but my dear husband probably knows me too well to know that I’m here waiting. What he doesn’t know is that I’m quietly hiding in the back, a German family covering me from the fans that are in the front waiting for him to show up and ask him for photos. And no, I’m not wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses on the inside to “look like a civilian”.. okay, just the hat, but it’s just for fashion purposes..maybe.. When I hear over the speakers that the plane has landed, I move over a little, leaning over a wall nearby with my arms crossed. The position is perfect: I can see him as he walks down the stairs but he can’t see me. He’s looking around, searching for my familiar face, and he looks a little disappointed to not see me anywhere. Poor baby. The fans start to approach him slowly, they’re not a lot but it will take him a while to take all the pictures, and I’m sure he’s too kind to refuse. Sebastian starts talking with his fans and I slightly overhear a “Have you seen my dear wife somewhere?” with an almost sarcastic tone but I know that he’s really hoping to see me somewhere. The people around him shake their heads, shrugging their shoulders. It’s now that I decide to get into his sight.
Sebastian looks over, seeing movements behind the crowd, crossing his fingers mentally praying that I’ll show up in a matter of seconds. And he’s lucky, because I do. My figure slowly appears in the background, a few feet away, and I see everything: his brows furrowing in confusion, is it really me? Then his eyes shot open, the brightest and most familiar smile forming on his lips. I notice a few fans around him with the corner of my eye starting to record his reaction after seeing me, but right now I don’t care, what I only see is him, the world around me stopping. Sebastian starts walking towards me slowly as the crowd splits to let him pass and I mirror his actions, then his walk becomes a light jog and it’s in that exact moment that we start running, as if by looking in each other’s eyes we knew what to do. We meet in the middle with a bone crushing hug as I surround his neck with my arms and his go immediately around my waist with a steady hold, he has picked me up and my feet are dangling in the air. I smell his cologne again, feeling his face buried in my neck as a few tears fall from the both of us. And in that moment, in his arms for once more, I really feel at home.
It is with the heaviest heart that I type this. I became very ill on the final days of our European tour in February, and even while taking antibiotics and steroids, I still lost my voice completely. After a second round of antibiotics and steroids upon returning home last week, I still have not recovered my voice or received a clean bill of health. At the recommendation of my GP, I have decided to postpone our Australian/New Zealand tour to continue my recovery and ensure I don’t do longer-term damage to my singing voice and health.
It is a point of pride that we always follow through with our commitments, and in 17 years of touring I can count on one hand the number of shows we’ve had to cancel. I send our deep apologies to our fans, our team in Australia and New Zealand, as well as our promoters. To fans who have made travel plans and those who will be disappointed to hear this news, please know that we will be missing you all this coming week and promise to make it up to you soon. For those who already have tickets, you will be able to obtain refunds at your point of purchase.
To our support acts – Theia, Bec Sandridge, and Montaigne – we are truly sorry to not be able to share the stage with you.
sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord
you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come
into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the
comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came
in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone.
Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the
issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm,
hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.
the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few
times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together
for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt
the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your
lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.
sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right
as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.
before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll
be sure to fix my makeup later.”
not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on
the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look
takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed
tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”
he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which
turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get
home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.
fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle
being pulled from coughing so much.
his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking
icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”
When Bard's secret was revealed, he had no choice but to accept exile. Sent away with no hopes of ever being trusted or seeing his children again, Bard wandered across the country without purpose. Now comes a man with the promise of a new life at the end of a long journey, should he accept the stranger's request: to lead him through lands and dangers long forgotten, in quest of hope long lost.
dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary
hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet
“you da bomb of our lives”
they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun
phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed
supportive boyf dan has his back
dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner
they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too
“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time
“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”
“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun
“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan
the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand
“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”
how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode
they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope
“this is going to be a mistake”
“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again
phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)
also lowkey hand porn
look at his hands
the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm
sassy hand clicks from danny
five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it
“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they
during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures
“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here
i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it
“that’s you selecting the module you dork”
“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here
“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay
they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments
“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you
getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes
opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to
“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”
“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently
i’m hyped for side profile phil
dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going
phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken
i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked
“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????
phil looks so focused i’m entranced
“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”
stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it
dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time
“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role
they did two attempts and won them both wow
they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact
phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan
like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring
oh and more glances
i get it you’re in love
“kept calm under presh”
more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling
“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”
*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*
“ALL OR NOTHING”
seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary
p h i l i get it you’re in love
oh now dan’s at it
dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved
“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”
they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on
side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you
i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t
they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing
yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures
“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide
dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging
“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break
phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone
“we did it? oh christ”
stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he
phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too
dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you
aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one
rip headphone users it was nice knowing you
stressy dan has never been more present
phil is surprisingly calm(er)
“dan come on” all of us all the time
oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room
they managed with three seconds to spare
phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan
dramatic as ever my little actor that never was
phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore
“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously
the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he
“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*
“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you
“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon
dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again
“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon
“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity
they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS
again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t
let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you
“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”
“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”
“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes
Could you do something about George and the reader is visiting the burrow and he keeps bugging her because he has a crush on her but she doesn’t know
We all sit around the Gryffindor table for the eating dinner. Smiles, laughs, and gossip was of course flying around the room. Suddenly an own flies in the room and drops a letter right into my food. “Another howler (y/n)?” George asks laughing. “Not this time.” I say laughing and opening the letter.
Your father and I have recently found out your sister is stuck in a rut in New York. These muggles don’t understand how to get around and one hit your sister’s car! Sadly you’ll have to stay at hogwarts for break. I’m sorry dear I know you wanted to spend Christmas and make your cake this year, but I promise next year will be 1000 times better. Your father and I will pay you a visit soon though. Good luck with school dear, and don’t forget we love you.
Sincerely mum and dad
I slump my head on my hand and read the note again. “Way to go sissy.” I roll my eyes. “What’s wrong love?” George asks with a long face. “My sister got stranded in New York so now I can’t go home for Christmas.” I say playing with my food.
I see Fred slightly nudge his brother. George looks confused then smiles with delight. “Come home with us for Christmas. Mum would love to see you! She hasn’t seen you in a year!” Fred says with a smile. “I couldn’t guys. I don’t want to intrude.” “Nonsense!” The twins say. I smile and hug them both. “You guys are the best.” They laugh as I pull away, and I swear I could see a little blush dancing on George’s cheeks.
Today’s the day! I get to go over to the Burrow for Christmas. I get my trunk onto the train and spend the entire time joking with Fred and George. Though George seems a bit off. A bit quiet actually. That’s not normal.
When we get off the train I run to molly hugging her. “Ah (y/n)! I haven’t seen you in forever! So grown up! My gosh!” She yells over dramatically.
As we get to the warm and cozy crooked house I smell. “Aww having flashbacks (y/n)?” Fred asks laughing. “I like the one where you fall off your broom.” George laughs. “Thanks for catching me by the way.” I wink playfully making George’s face heat up. What is up with him? George then bucks up and trips me as I goes up the stairs. “George!” “Oh sorry love. I just couldn’t help watching you fall for me.” I roll my eyes and get up.
For the rest of the day George kept pinching me, tripping me and just completely bugging me. Attention deprived much?
At dinner we all eat the wonderful meal Mrs. Weasley cooks and then it’s off to bed. Molly let me sleep in the boy’s room because she knows how close we all are. I sit my bag down on the floor and get out my pajamas and shower supplies. “I’m off the shower boys.”
As I make my way out the door I hear them giggling and looking at me. “What?” I ask with a smirk. “Oh nothing. Nothing. Just something Georgie said is all.” Fred says getting a shove from George. I roll my eyes forgetting it for now, and going into the bathroom.
I toss and turn on the cot trying to find a comfortable position, but something keeps running in circles in my mind. George.
I sit up and scoot over to Fred’s bed. I shake him slightly. “Psst. Freddie wake up.” He rolls over and mumbles. “Ugh you’re so difficult!” I groan and hold his nose shut. After a second or two his eyes open and he sits up. “Bloody hell (y/n)! Thought I was drowning!” I giggle and stand up. “Come here.” I say walking towards the door. “What?” “Questions later Fredric now come on.” I pull him up and out of the room to the downstairs.
We sit on the couch Fred looking around in the dark. “Not that I don’t love spending time with my best friend, but it’s 2:46 in the morning.” “Yeah I know, but I just have something to ask you.” “About what?” “George.” I say causing Fred to smile in the dark.
He crosses his arms and smiles. “Finally coming around huh? It’s been long enough. Poor mate having to wait all this time.” I look at him confused. “I’m sorry what?” Fred face goes blank. “Guess jumping to conclusions is what I’m best at. What about George?” “He’s been acting differently. Blushing, getting a little jumpy. I’m just wondering what’s going on with him.” Fred smirks. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. He’ll tell you everything tomorrow morning.” Fred laughs as he goes back up to the room.
In the morning I change and hop down the steps going straight into the kitchen. “Molly could I make a cake for Christmas? I was going to for my family, but I’m obviously not there.” “Of course dear! More food the merrier!” She laughs and starts putting breakfast out.
One by one the Weasley’s come down and eat breakfast…but no George. “Where’s your brother?” Molly asks. Fred smirks at his food. “Asleep.” He says chewing on pancakes. “Oh that boy. (Y/n) will you go wake him up please?” I nod and make my way up to George’s room.
I knock on the door waiting for an answer. Yet when I don’t get one I just open the door and strut in. I look over to George’s bed and see him cuddled up in his blanket.
I walk over to him and shake him slightly. “George. Breakfast is ready.” He opens his eyes and looks at me for a second. “You okay Georgie?” I laugh and try to turn away until he grabs my arm.
I look back at him and scrunch my eyebrows together. “You okay George?” He pulls my arm making me fall on the bed with him.
He pushes my hair out of my face and smiles. “Godric you’re beautiful.” I laugh uncomfortably trying to get up. “Oh can I please kiss you (y/n)? Please?” He breaths and sits up trying to get to my lips.
Not that I’m complaining, but he doesn’t seem like himself. “Kiss me (y/n).” George says. I stare at him. I can’t stand it anymore. I smash my lips against his and he immediately responds.
He flips us over so he’s on top. George runs his lips down my neck biting in places making marks. “George.” I moan out arching up.
Then I realize what I’m doing. “George.” He groans and grinds against me. “George.” “What is it love?” “We have to stop.”
He looks at me with sad eyes. “Why?” I get out from under him and stand up fixing my clothes. “George. Breakfast is ready.” George stands up and grasps my hips. “Well I’m hungry for something other than mums hot cakes.” He kisses up my neck and grips my hips. “George. Stop.”
He pulls away with sad eyes again. “I love you…” “George you’re really not being yourself.” I try to go downstairs but he pulls me to him. “I’ve loved you since 2nd year (y/n). Honest to Godric.”
I look him in the eyes and see something. A slight pink sparkle. I sigh and shake my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I say under my breath and run down the steps. “Fred!” I scream and end up chasing him around the table with George trying to catch me.
I get caught in George’s arms and Fred laughs. “A spell? Really?” I groan and try to get at Fred. “Oh relax. He’s not acting. The spell makes you truthful. Stronger than the potion actually.” Fred states in a matter of fact tone.
George tries to kiss me again, but I wrestle him to the couch. “Well get him off of it.” “Do you want him to remember what he said?” Fred asks with a smirk.
“Yes. Fred please!” George yells with a lovely smile as he stares at me. “My pleasure.” Fred waves his wand and George stops struggling.
I look down at him and see him looking up at me. I raise up off him and continue to stare at him. “(Y/n)…I’m-” “I love you too.” I say. George smiles and kisses me.
She was sick, it wasn’t the normal, stay in bed and eat soup type of sick, Something was wrong with her heart, the doctors couldn’t quite place what was wrong, but the one thing they knew for sure was that Betty Cooper was very, very sick.
“It’s failing, your heart is failing. we’ve put you on the top of the donor list but even with your high placement, there’s really not much we can do. We just have to wait.” Her doctor had said, looking sadly at the family crying in his office.
So they waited. And waited. And waited. It had been four months and she knew she was running out of time. Everyday she got weaker, some days she could hardly keep her eyes open through a full period and other days the walk from class to class left her more than winded. She knew she was losing weight but she couldn’t eat, the nausea from her heart pills was too severe.
The only person she had told was Veronica and that had been completely accidental.
“What are these?” Veronica had asked looking at the array of medications and paperwork on her dresser. She meant to put all that away but she had fallen asleep
“Oh, those are just for my headaches.”
Veronica didn’t believe her so she pulled out her phone and googled the medications “these are all for heart disease? Why would you have these?” She couldn’t hold it in anymore and told Veronica everything, they both cried together that night, before they fell asleep, Her best friend holding her hand.
Veronica had been great, supporting her and coming to her hospital visits almost every time. Betty’s parents had checked out about two months in , they resigned to accept the fact that their daughter was dying and couldn’t bring themselves to get to close for the fear of it hurting more when she died. It hurt, but she figured it was for the best.
Settling down onto the cold metal bench in the courtyard Betty shivered, she seemed to always be cold these days even in the late spring sunshine, she had asked to leave class early so she could make it to lunch on time, she knew she was awfully slow these days, and she hated to hold people up in the hallways.
Suddenly a dark blue flannel was draped over her shoulders and she smiled instantly, tugging the material closer to her chest before glancing up at Jughead. “Thanks juggie” she whsipered, he just shook his head and offered one of his rare smiles, reserved only for Betty. “Don’t mention it.”
Their quiet moment was quickly interrupted by the rest of the gang, dropping their trays on the table and jumping into conversations.
Kevin was going on about the adorable new uniforms pembrooke got to wear “I mean come on, do you know how much time it would save me if I only had one option of clothes, look at Archie all he wears is jeans and that letterman jacket I bet he’s ready in like two minutes” Archie chucked a grape at the boy and rolled his eyes.
Cheryl sighed “the skirts are cute, I’m totally into the naughty school girl look.”
Betty relaxed into Jugheads side, feeling tired and drained, this was nothing new, but she always felt extra tired when she tried to keep up with all of her friends conversations.
“You okay green eyes?” Jughead grumbled above her, dropping a hand to her face pushing away a few loose blonde strands of hair that were dangling in her face.
Jughead was exceptionally affectionate, he was almost always touching her, or leaning on her and when she leaned on him he accepted it with open arms, shrugging an arm around her shoulder pulling her tighter every time. The thing was, he wasn’t like this to everyone, in fact the only person he let touch him was Betty. She never brought it up, afraid to jinx it but she always wondered if maybe he felt the same way she did.
She loved Jughead jones, she had realized that the day she got over Archie. She loved him and she couldn’t help but think, would he ever know? Would she ever get the chance to tell him? Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, she smiled up at him weakly “just tired juggie.”
“One more period bets” he said, squeezing her shoulder.
“Are we still on for after school B?” Veronica asked from her seat across Betty, she gently nudged Betty with her foot and wiggled her eyebrows, smirking.
Betty shot her a mock glare and nodded “yep, 4:00” she was going in for X-rays, the doctor was concerned, and if things were getting worse, she would be bumped up even more on the list. She hated feeling happy to be taking away someone’s chance.
“What’s after school?” Archie asked putting down his guitar.
Veronica shook her head “its girl things Archie you wouldn’t understand.” He rolled his eyes “well then how come Cheryl isn’t invited?” He smirked at the redhead to his left, she threw him a glare before she turned to the two girls
“Yeah, how come Cheryl isn’t invited, last time I checked, I am a girl.” She said sassily, flipping her long hair.
“yeah and I’m an honorary girl, where’s my invite?” Kevin added placing a hand on his hip.
Veronica sighed loudly “okay! Fine! It’s not girl things! It’s B&V things, now butt out. Hey Betty are you okay?”
Everything was blurry, her breathing was slow and she felt her heartbeat at an alarmingly uneven rate.
“I…Im..” she couldn’t focus, couldn’t get her thoughts together.
Suddenly she felt two large, warm hands grip her shoulders “sunshine! Hey bets! Betty look at me, come on bets.” Jughead was pleading with her, the last thing she saw before everything went black was the blurry piercing blue eyes staring her down and filled with worry.
She woke up in a hospital bed, her eyes painfully adjusting to the light. The familiar face of her doctor was standing over her and smiling relieved. “You gave us all quite the scare ms.cooper, we have you on supports right now, your heart rate slowed down to an alarmingly low pace, we were able to restart it, but it’s not a permanent fix, fortunately yet unfortunately this situation helped you bring your standings all the way to the top. You should hopefully have a brand new heart within the next two weeks. Your friends are all outside, shall I bring them in?” Betty nodded weakly sending a Thankyou smile to her doctor.
They all must know now, she didn’t want them worrying about her, it was too much too carry, she should know. Veronica came bursting through the door and immediately launched herself on top of Betty, tears leaking from her eyes “I was so scared! I thought we lost you! The ambulance kept asking me what was wrong and I just kept saying your heart! But those idiots didn’t know what to do!” Betty laughed softly “I’m okay Ronnie, I’m okay!” Archie came to stand by her bed followed by Cheryl and Kevin “never do that again.okay?” Cheryl said seriously her eyes red rimmed a sure sign that she too had been crying
“I promise.” Betty returned linking pinkies with the redhead.
Archie grabbed her free hand “Betty.. I didnt .. I didnt know. I wasn’t paying close enough attention.. this whole time..” she cut him off quickly “this isn’t your fault Archie, it’s no ones fault. I’m sick. I’m sick but I’m hopefully going to get better, the doctors say I have a really good chance at getting a new heart as soon as possible.”
Everyone nodded as Kevin dropped a kiss to her cheek “as soon as you get out of here, we’re having a sleepover.” She laughed “you got it Kev” she looked over his shoulder and caught the eyes of Jughead, instantly she froze. Veronica noticed and began ushering everyone out of the room"alright everyone, let’s give her some space.“ She leaned over the bed to wrap Betty in a hug
“He was a mess, I’ve never seen him like that, he is totally in love with you.” She winked as the teens left the room, leaving only Betty and jughead.
It was quiet for a few seconds and Betty needed to break it “ Jughead I..”
Cutting her off ,he shook his head
“You didn’t tell me. I didn’t know.”
“You almost died Betty. In my arms. I was holding you. One second you’re staring at me all green eyes and smiling and the next you’re lying there not moving, not breathing. I thought you died Betty.” She shook her head tears leaking out. She opened her mouth to speak but he wasn’t done. “And then Veronica is yelling about your heart, how you have heart problems and I’m thinking “she’s sick?” I should’ve known. I should’ve payed closer attention to you, but I didn’t. I could’ve lost you today. I could’ve lost you without telling you everything, telling you how I feel.“ His eyes were panicked and he was clenching his fists so tight his knuckles were white.
"How you feel?” Betty whispered, confused and shakey, did he have feelings for her, feelings stronger than friendship?
He took a deep breathe and clutched her hand
“I love you Betty Cooper, I’m so in love with you it hurts. When I watched you pass out in my arms today, I realized i can’t take time for granted anymore. I want to be with you. I want to be with you for as long as I can, for as long as time allows, which I hope is a very long time. I understand if you don’t feel the same but you needed to know, I needed you to know.” Betty cut off his rambling by tugging on his sleeve and pulling him Down to her, pressing her lips gently against his. She was still weak, but damn, if her heart hadn’t gone out through all of that, she was pretty sure it never would.
She pulled away smiling as she looked into his dazed and droopy eyes.
“I love you Jughead jones, I’m not going anywhere, not for a very long time.”
He smiled at her dropping his forehead to hers
“Whatever new heart you get, I hope it knows ..you already have mine.”
Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you, and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?
Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *
It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!
Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers
Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff , SMUT FINALLY
- I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to Marvels Silver Storm! *
Your chest continues to tighten as your eyes stay on your parents. You feel your knees begin to weaken but Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist, keeping you upright. You move your gaze to his, confusion clear from your expression.
“Well come on, it’s been years, there’s no need for awkward silence!” Tony pushes, but no one responds.
“Tony, I don’t think -”
“No one asked you, terminator,” he shoots back at Bucky.
You know Tony thought he was doing something to help you but you don’t know what to do.
Your Dad finally speaks, stepping forward and away from your mother.
"Y/n? I - we didn’t believe it when Mr. Stark called us. But you’re here, you’re you.“ He moves closer with every word. You panic. "You’re You.” His words echo through your mind. But I’m not. If they knew of the things I’ve done, the people I killed, they wouldn’t be here. They wouldn’t want me.
You take a step back from you father, placing yourself slightly behind Bucky. The familiar pain appears in your head, but instead of seeing a memory you see just fragments of multiple. Flashes of your Father’s face while he says he loves you, moments where you were scooped into your Mother’s arms, so many memories keep flickering in your head.
You snap out of flashes, seeing the worried look from your parents. “ I’m okay , it was just a memory,” you whisper. You move closer to them, the memory of your Father sending a different kind of warmth through you. You stand right in front of them, fidgeting with your hands.
“I don’t know how much Tony has explained to you-”
“He told us you were kidnapped and forced to do very bad things,” Your father says. You nod, confirming what they were told.
“I’m not the same as before. I don’t know who I am. Memories resurface but it’s as if they aren’t my own. When I look at the two of you, I feel intense love, like I should be pulling you into my arms. But I don’t exactly remember why. I know you are my parents, but as of right now I don’t- all the memories aren’t here yet, ya know?” You try to explain without further upsetting them.
Your dad takes your hand in his and takes a shaky breathe.
“We don’t understand exactly what happened to you, but no matter what it was, no matter how you’ve changed, you are still our daughter. We’ve spent years grieving thinking we lost you for good. We will not let you go again. We love you for who you were and who you are. When the memories come back, when you remember why you feel love for us, we will be here. We didn’t come expecting you to instantly remember us, to jump in our arms. We were told it isn’t safe for your health to try and force you to remember. We came to remind you that we are here, and whenever the memories comeback we will be here waiting with open arms.”
You can see tears falling down your Mother’s face, and as if on instinct you move your hands to her face, wiping her tears away. Her hand moves to cup yours, holding it to her face. The warmth of her cheek creating a familiar feeling for you like you’ve done this a million times. You pull your hand from your Fathers and use it to cup your Mother’s face. You lean your forehead against hers.
“I don’t remember. I want to but I can’t. But I do know that I love you both. I can feel it through my entire body. I may not be me yet, but as soon as I am I promise I’ll explain everything. But right now, while all of this is still new, I have to do this on my own. I’m sorry you were put through all of this, I wish I could take the pain away.” You move yourself away and back to Bucky.
“Take care of her, please,” your dad requests, watching the way Bucky’s hand engulfs yours.
“I will, sir,” Bucky responds. You send them one last glance, then bury your tear covered face into Bucky’s chest.
You hear Tony making small talk as he escorts them out. When Tony returns, you remove yourself from Bucky and hug Tony.
"Thank you, but next time can you warn me?“ Tony smooths your hair down and places a kiss on your head.
"I thought maybe some big wind of memories would hit you and it would be this wonderful moment. I knew it was a long shot, but if I made you upset I’m sorry.”
You reassure him you’re not upset which isn’t a lie, it’s just not the entire truth. You weren’t ready to face your family or anyone from before, not until you figure out who you are now. You can’t blame Tony though, it was all an act from his heart.
It’s been a couple days since your encounter with your parents and you’ve been glued to Bucky’s side since. He tells you everything you could ever want to know: his favorite color, tv shows, movies, music, food. He tells you of the things he’s done since being accepting into the Avengers. You slowly realize he kind of is the same as he was before, just with more depth to him. The little things he does, like when he runs his fingers through his beautiful locks or the way his face scrunches when he laughs, all send a warm feeling through you.
After having a movie night with the team and being reintroduced to Star Wars (you slightly remember it from when you were young), you and Bucky call it a night and say goodnight to the team.
When you enter his room, you go right to his drawers, pulling out one of his shirts then moving to grab a pair of panties out of your bags. He just watches you with an amused look on his face. When you close the bathroom door behind you it doesn’t shut all the way, leaving a slight view of you to Bucky. He pulls his eyes away as you begin sliding your pants off and copies your previous actions, grabbing his pajamas. He swaps his clothes quickly and looks into the bathroom again to see your bare back and (barely) covered ass as you move to pull his shirt down over your head. You begin to turn, making Bucky rip his eyes off you before he gets caught being a creep. He flops down on his bed, trying to act natural and conceal the bulge that is starting to form beneath his pajamas. You stroll out, completely unaware of the slightly panicky Bucky. You jump into his bed beside him, going right to snuggle yourself against him. You feel his body tense at your touch at first, causing you to pull back.
“Bucky, what’s wrong?” concern in your voice.
He clears his throat,
"Nothing, why do you ask?“ You raise your eyebrow.
"You’re really going to lie? Your entire body just twitched when I touched you. Did I do something wrong?” Your heart drops at the thought of doing something to cause Bucky not cuddle you.
His turns to you, cupping your face.
"No no no, you didn’t do anything. I - oh God, this is embarrassing.“ He sighs, dragging a hand down his own face.
"What’s going on? You know I won’t jud-”
“Isawyouchangingandnowihaveabonerandididntwantyoutothinkimcreepy.” He doesn’t take a breath as his words jumble together. Your eyes go wide and a loud laugh bursts through you.
“That is what you’re freaking out about? Jesus Buck, it’s a natural thing! Calm down, you dork,” you say between laughs. His face and body relaxes at your words. Your lips twitch into a smirk, a devious plan forming in your head. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right?
You trail your hands on Bucky’s chest, gaining his full attention.
“So, you like what you saw Bucky?” You run your finger down his chest.
He gulps, not able to meet your eyes.
“I think that answer is obvious, Doll. ”
“I love what I saw. Those panties seem to fit you just right. What are you up to, Y/n?” He squints his eyes at you. The smirk stays glued to your face. You move your body over his, hovering slightly above him. You sit yourself over his lap, your core resting against his erection. When it rubs against you, a spark shoots through you.
You hold back a moan and move yourself against him again, reveling in the feeling. His hands fly to your waist, guiding your actions. He groans as you move, encouraging you to go faster. You brace your hands on his chest as you grind your soaking panties against his rock hard cock.
After less than a minute of rough grinding, Bucky flips you both, landing between your legs.
“If you want to stop tell me now because I don’t know if I can stop myself if this goes any farther.” You can hear the struggle in his voice, like he’s barely holding himself back from you.
“Bucky, I want you.” A wide smile spreads across his face. You don’t hesitate in pulling him into deep kiss, your tongue immediately finding his. You part from the kiss, looking into his eyes.
Your lips meet again, drawn to each other like magnets. You scratch at his back as his lips move down to your neck. You release sweet moans as he sucks at the sensitive spot under your ear. You wiggle out of your shirt, your bare chest now barely pressing against his. His lips create a path from your neck down to your chest. Before he goes further, he sends you a look silently asking permission. You frantically nod yes, whimpers pouring out of you as his lips wrap around one of your hardened buds. He switches between nipples, paying equal attention to both. You can feel yourself soaking through your underwear as his tongue runs down your stomach. In one swift move, he rips your underwear off, leaving you completely bare to him. His fingers slide through your folds, spreading your wetness over his fingers. You arch your back into him, urging him to keep moving. His lips return to your neck as he enters two fingers into your dripping center.
“Bucky please, Мне нужно больше (I need more),” you whine. He withdraws his fingers and you pull him into a bruising kiss. The room is filling with your combining moans as he slides his hard cock between your folds, teasing you.
“Это то, что ты хочешь, любовь моя (Is this what you want, my love?)” he whispers as he nips your ear.
He pushes in slowly, filling you completely. You gasp at the sting but it quickly turns into pleasure. He starts slowly thrusting deep into you.
“You’re so tight, Doll. You feel so good around me.”
You moan and meet his thrust with your own.
“I’m not going to break. Stop treating me like I’m going to crumple.” You know he’s holding back but right now that’s not what you need.
He sends you a devious smirk then begins pounding into you like there is no tomorrow. You dig your nails into his back and he slams into you at an animalistic pace. Whimpers slip out of you as he slams into you, hitting the perfect spot and driving you insane. His lips are all over, sucking at your neck, ear, and chest. You pull his lips to yours in a sloppy, desperate kiss. You bite at his bottom lip, causing a growl to sound in the back of his throat. He mashes his lips against yours, the dominance clearly his now. His hand slides down your body, toying with you clit. The feeling of his lips on yours, his fingers swirling around your sensitive clit and his hard cock pounding into your g spot, has your walls clenching down around him. You feel the rubber band that’s been wound in your stomach near its end, causing your breathing to pick up.
“Oh my God, Bucky, I’m-”
“Cum doll, I’m right behind you.” He slides his hand between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit. He sends one particularly hard thrust in you and your orgasm bursts. A loud, filthy moan escapes you as you’re thrown into pure ecstasy. He finishes right behind you, a strangled moan falling from his lips as he releases inside you. He slumps on top of you just as spent as you.
“I love you,” you say, trying to catch your breath. He pulls your body to his, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“I love you, Мой солнечный свет (my sunshine),” he says. You drift asleep in his arms, staying peacefully asleep throughout the night.
You wake up in the morning, a soreness aching through your body letting you know last night wasn’t a dream. When you look to the other side of the bed, you aren’t met with the sight of the man you love, just an empty bed. Your face drops and you sigh as you pull yourself out of bed. You throw on a pair of shorts and sleepily find your way to the kitchen. Bucky’s back is turned to you as you walk in so you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him.
“No one likes waking up alone, jerk.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his back. He chuckles, turning himself in your arms.
“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. You have to be starving from your long night.” He winks as a blush spread over your cheeks. You recognize the smell of pancakes.
“Oh my God, yes.” You pretty much moan at the thought of food. Bucky chuckles, leaning down to place a quick peck your lips. He returns to making breakfast and you help him after you both decide to make enough for the team.
Eventually everyone files in and you all sit together eating a nice, relaxing breakfast together. It doesn’t last long though, because the elevator doors open, tearing you all from your food and conversation. A man walks in wearing a completely black outfit and a matching black eye-patch. You see the entire team tense up, confusing you.
“Was anyone going to alert me of the new addition or did you all pussy out?” He spits, rage evident in his voice. Bucky grabs onto your hand under the table.
maybe my sky doesn’t look like yours anymore
maybe it’s raining on your end and the sun is shining for me
maybe our sunsets don’t line up anymore
but i can guarantee
as long as we’re looking at the same sky
we’re still together
maybe you’ll meet new people
new faces will take my place in photos
and maybe i’ll find someone else to spend my days with
but they won’t replace you
no one ever could
i hope you won’t replace me either
i know it’s going to be hard
and you may not be gone yet, but i miss you already
but we can survive this
and we will
we have endured so much worse
these miles won’t wear us thin
and i know you’re on the other side
waiting for me
as i’m over here
waiting for you
i’ll see you soon
i promise i will.
stargazingsdreamers said: can you write a poem about being away from your best friend because you are studying abroad, with very different time zones which makes it pretty much impossible to communicate. Anonymous said: Could you maybe write one about your best friend moving all the way across the country and the depression that ensues because of it? (cc, 2017)
You were sitting in a bar across from Dean, nursing a beer. “I am sorry Dean..” You told him for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Would you stop?” His eyes met yours. “I get it. I get why he did it. I’m not mad at you.”
“You’re mad at him though.”
He sighed. “But not for doing it.” He looked down at his beer. “I wish he had talked to me first. I wouldn’t have said no, he knows I wouldn’t have. I’d do anything for him. I tried to talk to him before I left, but he’d barely let me in. I felt like shit, felt like I destroyed us for not seeing how he felt.”
Prompt: Liam and the reader have a mother/son bond, ironically, Liam turns into a two year old and Y/N tries finding out with the help of the pack how to turn him back to his normal self, or his normal age.
Warnings: Nothing yet, my loves…
You rolled over coughing up some blood, “Is that the best you got, Hale?” You challenged, getting up and wiping off some blood with the back of your hand.
You smirked as he raised his eyebrows, welcoming the challenge. He sped to you, grabbing your throat into his hands and lifting you up, the both of you too focused in the training to notice that the rest of the pack had already made their way in.
With a growl, Liam and Scott went over to help you. Liam attacking Derek, as Scott made sure you were okay. You swatted his hands away and ran to Liam and Derek where you jumped on Liam’s back and covered his eyes. Sometimes you acted without thinking, must be a sign that you’ve been hanging out with Scott and Stiles too much.
“It’s ok Liam, we were just sparring. I’m fine.” You whispered hoping the smallest beta would calm down. “You should’ve just told them about our sessions.” Derek mumbled rubbing his throat and glaring at everyone making you sigh, “They wouldn’t have let me, they think I could get hurt, which is why I should learn to defend myself.” You said rolling your eyes. “You know, we’re right here.” Stiles sarcastic remark brought you back to reality as he flared his hands around looking at you in disbelief. You scoffed, “Let’s just get this meeting over with.”
You made your way back home with Scott, and immediately ran to the bed, taking up all the space. “You’re taking up all the space baby.” Scott chuckled, moving you a little to crawl into bed with you and cuddle you. You mumbled some incoherent stuff under your breath making Scott sigh, “Can we please talk about what happened today?” You groaned and sat up abruptly, “You can either support my decision or watch in the sidelines, which one is it?”
“Is there another option?” He questioned smiling but stopped once he saw your glowing eyes, “Oh…wow, ok. I choose the first one.” He said stumbling over his words.
Morning came around and you were getting ready when you heard a knock followed by Scott letting the person in. “Babe, Liam’s here.” Scott yelled and you rushed down the stairs. “My little baby.” You cheered rushing over to Liam and pinched his cheeks, making him blush and swat your hands away. “Y/N can we please go, I want to be early to get the new video game as soon as possible. I promised Mason you allowed us to play here since you have a better screen…” He stopped midway realizing he never asked you, “Shit, I forgot, uhm…Y/N, can we please play the game here?” He begged stretching out the ‘e’ and giving you the cutest puppy dog eyes. You aw'ed out loud, making Scott turn to you in disbelief, “You’re not really falling for that are you, Y/N?” Scott scoffed. You smirked at Liam, both of you turning and giving your best puppy eyes as he slowly gave in, “Unbelievable.” He muttered walking away.
The both of you cheered and high fived each other. “Give me a second, I have to go get some cash!” You yelled running off. Liam sat in the coach, digging into sides as a habit. He furrowed his eyebrows, slowly pulling out his hands and revealing a small compact. He opened it and saw little candies, he didn’t think twice before plopping two into his mouth. He got up and waited for you at the door.
“DON’T YOU DARE LET ME DIE MASON!” Liam yelled as he glared at his friend, making Mason jump and push furiously at the buttons on his control. “OK, NOW WHAT?!” Mason screamed making you chuckle, and Liam follow up with, “Now…, WE FIGHT!” He yelled, making Mason join in. They have been playing the new video game you bought Liam, much to his distaste of you spending money on him, but you couldn’t help it, you just wanted to grab him and hug him all the time, like a baby. “If I hear one more scream, I’m snapping their thumbs.” Scott threatened. “And if you don’t let them have fun, you’re not getting it tonight.” You threatened him, making his jaw drop.
“Thanks for everything Y/N, you’re the best.” Liam smiled hugging you. Scott glared at him from behind you, making the message clear to his beta, ‘Stop clinging onto my girl and leave.’
He let go and you hugged Mason, him thanking you and Scott for the hospitality. You waved them off, only getting the chance to close the door before you were pinned to it. Scott kissing and sucking your neck, you moaning and him purring at the sound. “I need to take the pill, meet me upstairs.” You moaned out before rushing to the kitchen. You looked for them and came up empty handed before remembering that last time, Scott couldn’t make it upstairs to the bedroom, and ran to the coach where you found it. You opened it but was shocked to see that a couple were missing. You grimaced at the thought of going upstairs to find a horny wolf and explaining that he wasn’t getting lucky tonight. All while you struggled with controlling a horny alpha, Mason couldn’t believe that his friend just turned into a two year old.