this looks kinda shitty but oh well

Educating a Friend
  • Me: So, let's say that you're at school and you see a guy you know. I mean, you guys talk every once in a while and he's pretty cool, but you're not like friends or anything. You just talk to him every once in a while.
  • Guy Friend: What's his name?
  • Me: I don't know. Frank?
  • Guy Friend: No.
  • Me: Okay, fine. His name is Will. Okay?
  • Guy Friend: I don't think it really suits him, but okay.
  • Me: ...So anyway, you're at school during lunchtime and you see Will. So, you notice Will's not eating anything. That's when you realize that Will has no lunch, no money for lunch, and no way of getting either. He's just sitting there like he normally would. He's not acting any differently and he's not asking anyone for anything. Not money, not a fry, not even a salt packet, but you know he's gotta be hungry. So, what do you do?
  • Guy Friend: Do I have any money?
  • Me: Yeah. You have enough for you and another meal.
  • Guy Friend: Duh, I buy him lunch.
  • Me: Okay, cool. So, like you said, you buy him lunch. You buy your lunch and you buy his lunch and you go over and hand it to him. And, he says, "Wow. You know, that's really nice of you, but I wasn't gonna ask anyone for lunch. I was probably just gonna wait until I got home to eat." And, then you say--
  • Guy Friend: Nah, it's cool.
  • Me: Exactly. You say, "Nah, it's cool. I'm just being nice. It's a gift." And, Will says, "You know, that's awesome. You're really nice, bro." And, after that, you guys start hanging out. You guys are like really good buds. You are always hanging out and laughing and just having a good time. So, you guys are friends for a few months, and it's tons of fun. Then, one day, you go up to Will and you say, "Hey, Will, you know, I've been thinking, and I kinda want that five bucks."
  • Guy Friend: What five bucks?
  • Me: Hold on. I'm getting there. So, Will says, "What five bucks?" To which, you reply, "Well, we've been hanging out for a long time and it's been really fun, but like, I've done a lot of really nice things for you. Like, I'm always nice to you and I always listen and do things you wanna do, so I was thinking that because I've been so nice, you should pay me back that five bucks I spent to get your lunch right before we started really hanging out."
  • Guy Friend: What? Why would I--
  • Me: I'm not done yet. So, then Will looks kinda hurt and he says, "But I thought you were just being nice. I thought that was just a gift." So, you say, "Whether or not it was a gift, don't you think you kinda owe me that five bucks since I've been so nice to you?" And, Will says, "No. I don't think I owe you that!" And you get mad, so you say, "Well, I think that you do, so I think you're being really shitty and stuck up about this and I feel like I've been completely wronged."
  • Guy Friend: Oh, my God. That's so fucked up of me. I would never do that to Will. Will was nice. We were buds. That's way screwed.
  • Me: I know, right? Hey, just wondering, have you ever heard of this fictional place called "The Friendzone?"
  • Guy Friend: Well, yeah, but...
  • Guy Friend: ...
  • Guy Friend: ...
  • Guy Friend: oh
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So I finally finished a full coloured work of my apprentice.
>Chesh uses any pronouns, but mostly they/them

A new start, part 7

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2288

Warning: Fluff and mentions of sex

Part 1  part 2  part 3 part 4  part 5  part 6

The following two weeks flew by.  With the last of the scenes completed and retakes done for a few of the scenes, it surprised you when the director called, “It’s a wrap.”  Everyone clapped and cheered, hugging everyone on set.  During the four months of filming, it had become a close-knit group and you were going to miss them all.  Tomorrow night would be wrap party that you were looking forward to attending.  It gave everyone a chance to say goodbye before they were off to another project.

To be honest that was not the only reason why the time had flown, it was also because of Chris. When you were not working you were spending time together.  Every other night you switch between houses to have dinner or watch TV.  However, you had not slept together yet.  That thought, while you certainly wanted to, scared the crap out of you.  Not that Chris would ever push when you were not ready.  He was not joking when he said he wanted to take things slow with you. Yes, there had been more kissing, which the both of you enjoyed, a lot.  But nothing further than that.  It was nice to not have the pressure of it looming over your head.  You knew that, unlike other relationships in the past, he was not going to leave if you did not have sex with him right away.  

It was hard to keep your relationship quiet on set, as everyone with eyes could see the attraction. Now that you were together all the time, everyone knew.  It did not bother you in the least.  You were happy and you did not care if the world knew.  The only thing that ate at your gut was when the press would get wind of it and would most likely haunt you both all the time.  It made things difficult in the past and you did not want anything happening to what you had now.  Of course, when you mentioned it to Chris he smiled and told you not to worry about it.  Things would work out and don’t let those things get to you.  Even after a short time together, he knew how to calm you.

One thing though you had not done in the couple weeks together was tell your family about Chris. While they knew of the man that had you distracted at your last visit you had not elaborated any further with them. You knew Chris had told his mother. He told her everything about you and she was so excited to meet you sometime.  Not that you had made plans for that yet.  Both of you were scared the other would think it was too soon. So the two of you were cuddled up on your couch watching a movie at the end of your long final day of the project. Your phone started to ring with a FaceTime call coming in.  When you fished it out of your pocket, you saw it was from your mom.  You were not really in the mood to talk to her at the moment.  As you tried to refuse the call you accidentally hit the accept button.

“Oh shit…”  Chris laughed as your mom’s face popped up.

“[Y/F/N]  [Y/M/N], what have I said about using that language? And who is laughing in the background?” He laughed harder trying to cover his mouth.

“Oh she pulled out the middle name.  You are in trouble.”  You smacked his shoulder as you looked at your mom through the phone.

“Hey mama.  I know, I know ladies don’t use language like that. But I am an adult.”  She rolled her eyes at you.

“Well you know I don’t wanna hear that kinda talk.  Now who is that boy with you?  I can hear him.  It is that one that you were texting when you were home?  Is he good looking?”  Your cheeks flamed red as you covered your face with your free hand.

“Mom, he can hear you, you know.”  Chris was doing everything he could to hold in the hysterical laughter.  He was doing a really shitty job of it.  Your mother beamed.

“Oh you are blushing, [Y/N/N].  That means you like him then.  Good, about time.  He had better be a nice boy.  You don’t need another one of them like that last one.  If he ever showed up again he would be getting the business end of my shotgun.  Never mind your daddy’s.”  

“Oh my God mom could you be any more embarrassing?”  Your mother grinned wider.

“Probably, but I will behave now.  But you do have to tell me who he is.  I like seeing him make you so happy.”  With a sigh, you looked over at Chris and moved your head close to his so he would be in the frame with you.

“Mom this is Chris. Chris this is my mom, Gini.”  He waved and showed that bright beautiful smile of his.  No way would your mom be immune to it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. [Y/L/N].”  

“Call me Gini.  Mrs. [Y/L/N] was my mother-in-law and …”

“Mom…”  Your mom had that smirk on her face.

“And bless her heart wherever she may be.”

“Mom, that is awful.”

“What?  It’s not like I said I hope her hind end is getting toasty down there.”  Chris laughed that goofy laugh of his making you laugh at him.  “You two are the cutest thing.  I bet you will make me beautiful grandbabies, one day.”  You stopped laughing immediately while Chris laughed harder at your reaction.

“Okay mom I will talk to you later.  I will be home at some point… maybe… eventually.”  Your embarrassment had just hit its peak and you were about to break blood vessels in your face with the violent blush you had going on.

“Night baby girl. Behave and you had better bring that boy around soon.  We all need to meet him.”  Disconnecting the phone, you threw it across the room where it landed on the love seat. You buried your face into Chris’s shirt, praying that maybe someday your mom would not try to send you to an early grave with comments like that.

“I think I love your mom already.”

 

The next morning Chris showed up early with breakfast wanting to get in as much time with you before you both went home.  He was going to home to Boston for the next two weeks before he had to go to Ohio for filming Captain America: The Winter Soldier.  However, just before he leaves he will be escorting you to the awards as he promised.  You had a month off before heading to Canada for three months to film a television show.  

As you ate you joked about how your entire family would torture you when you got home, since you were sure you mom had told everyone about Chris.  He thought it was hilarious.  “Oh it can’t be that bad.”

“You ever met a southern family?  Everyone knows now and eventually they are going to demand they meet you.  So expect many threats of violence and guns.”

“Well why don’t I just meet them now and get it out of the way?  That way everyone is happy and I get to spend more time with you.”  You froze mid-chew.  

“You want to come home with me?  Now? What about your family?  I thought you wanted to spend some time with them.”  Listening to yourself, you sounded like you did not want him to come home with you. From the look on his face, he took it the same way.  “I mean yes I want you to come with me.  But I don’t want to mess up your plans, Chris.”  He leaned over to kiss the end of your nose.

“You aren’t messing up any plans.  I was hoping that I get to spend as much time with you as possible.  I go to Tennessee with you and meet your family.  Then maybe you will come to Boston and meet my crazy family.  We could fly from there to L.A. for the awards before I have to head to Ohio.  It’s just a thought though.  If you aren’t comfortable with it, I understand.  I just want more time with you.”  There was no way to keep the excitement from showing on your face as you jumped into his arms.

“Guess you are coming home with me.  I apologize now for what may happen.  But I am so excited!  I can’t wait to show you around.”  Chris laughed burying his face into your neck and just inhaling.  He could not get enough of you and everything about you.  “Oh my God.  That means I am meeting your family soon too.  Wow, I hope they like me.”

“You worry way too much. They are going to love you.  My mom has asked a million times already when she is going to get to meet you.”  Even with the reassurance, there was still a flutter of nerves in your stomach.  Nevertheless, you decided he was right and that you worry too much.  Now you had to finish packing then get ready for the party tonight.

It took you the rest of the morning and early into the afternoon to get everything finished. You left just a few things out for the party tonight and something to change into in the morning when you left for home.  It was decided that Chris would just sleep at your place for the night so you could drop off his rental car in the morning then get on the road.  He had gone back to finish packing as well and make sure everything was clean before he left.  By the time he had returned you were in the shower.  When he heard the shower stop and the door open so he warned you as you walked into the bedroom.  “Just so you don’t want out here naked or anything I’m here.  Unless you want to walk out here naked… I would be totally fine with that.”  You heard him laugh as you grinned.

“Thanks for the warning.” You got ready as quickly as you could. When you were not on set, you tried to keep your beauty routine as simple as possible.  Just enough makeup to accentuate your eyes, which you considered your best feature and to cover up anything that needed covering.  Drying your hair, then brushing it out you left it to its natural style.  Paired all that with a pretty green sundress and flats, you were done.

No one seemed surprised when you walked into together holding hands.  You were greeted warmly with hugs all around.  There were so many people from the crew you were going to miss. The director gave a wonderful speech about how everyone had grown into a family and how proud he was to work with everyone.  Then he talked about the possible release date in eight months and to make sure you were all ready for the press tour.  Just as he finished the speech, he motioned for the music to start, and the live band started to play.  It was a slow romantic song that you had heard many times on the radio.  However, the director did not seem to be finished.

“This filming would not have gone so smoothly if it weren’t for our stars.  [Y/N] and Chris, you two have been some of my favorites to work with. Thank you for making everyone’s lives easier on this shoot.  I hope it has been as amazing for you both.  Show everyone one last time why you were truly made to play Tommy and Connie.” He meant for you to dance first. Chris stood up with his beautiful smile, leading you towards the dance floor.  As you started to move to the music, everyone applauded.  Soon many others followed and so the night went on.  There was laughing and dancing, food and fun.  Even in the flats, by the end of the night, your feet were killing you.  It was almost midnight when you walked into the beach house.  Both you and Chris were exhausted.

“What time did we say we were going to leaving in the morning?”  He asked as he plopped down on the couch.  His head feel back against one of the pillows.  

“Umm early but at this rate I will be happy if we wake up before noon.”   He grabbed your hand as you leaned down to steal a kiss.

“How about we leave when we are ready.  No rushing.”

“That sounds like a good plan to me.”  Kissing him again you moved to pull off your shoes and walk back towards your bedroom.

“You just going to leave me here?”  You could see the pouty lip he was trying to throw in your direction.  

“Yes and I will tell you why.  One, I am completely exhausted.  I need my bed.  Two, you are a big boy, handsome.  You know exactly where the spare room is.  And three, if I come back over there and kiss you again I will end up with no clothes on.  Normally that would not bother me at all.  But right now, I would not want the possibility of falling asleep mid-coitus. So goodnight, baby.  I will see you in the morning.”  As you walked into the bedroom, you blew him a kiss.  He was grinning and blew one back.  Closing the door, you had to take a breath.  A very long breath.  It may not be much longer you could keep from stripping that man down and doing the dirty all night.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

Part 8

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Headcanon 15

Okay… So I dunno if this technically counts as Headcanon, but whatever. I don’t care at this point.

So like the idea that Yang as shit eyesight and like wears contacts. But like she has glasses just in case she needs them but like they are those big bulky indestructo-frames that kinda look like the “hipster” glasses. But they are like that because she’s a huntress.

Well like one day, she runs out of contacts because there was a shipping error or somethin’. So she grumbles about it but eventually puts the glasses on. And like the others like react in their own way.

Ruby is totally neutral to it because like, Yang has had shitty eyesight since she was little so she’s like “oh.. Run out or something?”

Weiss is kinda confused, wondering how she never noticed Yang had shit eyesight. Like you think she would’ve noticed like contact cases in the bathroom or something.

And because I’m total trash for BumbleBY, Blake thinks she looks hella cute and is like grabbing Yang by the face. “Why don’t you wear them more often!?”

And another thing to add for sake of Yang looking adorkable… She has freckles. And like she normally covers it up with make up because she thinks they make her look like she five years old and hates that. But again, BumbleBY trash so Blake reacts about the same.

I dunno… Just some thoughts…

A Dangerous Business

Request: Can you do one where Dylan finds out you’re in the drug business as well, even tho you’ve been so secretive about it and he’s in shock and he just wants to protect you. 

Warnings: Mild language

Notes: Sorry it’s short and kinda shitty :/


*YOUR P.O.V*

“But, Zane, what about -”, Dylan stopped talking to Zane when he noticed me. 
“Y/n?”. Shit.

“Oh, hey Dylan”

“What are you doing here?”

“She works here, that’s what she’s doing”, Zane interrupted. 

“You work here?”, Dylan asks, confused. I look down at my feet and nod. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you would get angry and overprotective of me”

“Because it’s a dangerous business, Y/n!”, he shot back. I rolled my eyes and sighed, before carrying on with my previous work.

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“Alright, names I call out will be on the hunt trip for The Angels gang, okay?”, the big boss told us then started calling names. My name was called and Dylan stood up;

“She’s not going. I’ll go”

“And why’s that Dylan?”

“Because it’s too dangerous for her to out there. She could get shot!”, Dylan exclaimed, throwing his arms up for emphasis.

“Dylan, I’ll be fine. I’ve gone out before so what’s the difference if I go out now?”

“I’m not going to be in the middle of this pissy fight”, the big boss said before walking off, leaving Dylan and I to continue arguing. 

Dylan and I finally concluded that I go but he comes with me and I have to stay in the car. As long as I get to go, I’m cool with whatever I have to do - even if it is just staying in a car the entire time. 

Alright, it took this long for me to get to Mount Lanakila in Pokemon Sun, an area where it snows, so I could finally evolve my Crabrawler. It’s essentially the victory road part of the game, so that’s how late it takes to get Crabrawler’s evo.


And now it’s happening!


It’s been days, but now I get to see what it evolves into! All I know is that it has something to do with a yeti, so it’s probably gonna be fighting/ice now.


And holy shit there it is! It’s really kinda… doofy looking, I guess. Like seriously, what the fuck is up with its head? Goodbye cool punchy crab, hello yeti abomination. 

Oh well, at least now I know that Crabrawler evolves into a



wait


Wait, what is this thing called?

Excuse me.



A WHAT?!

I FUCKING NAMED IT IT’S CANON NAME HOW IN THE HELL

I JUST PICKED A STUPID PORTMANTEAU OF CRAB AND ABOMINABLE BECAUSE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN AND GAME FREAK DID THE SAME FUCKING THING HOLY SHIT

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I am pretty sure I shared this already, but I was looking through old photos and saw these 2 😂 From the time we received 15 Silmarillion copies to the book shop and I hid these specially made Melkor bookmarks inside a couple of Silm books. Kinda like Willie Wonka’s golden ticket for dummies (plus you don’t win anything but a shitty Melkor book mark) based off Cy-Lindric’s Milker 👍

Compartmentalization

So….this ISN’T Hannigram. It’s a little drabble I wrote for my darling @devereauxsdisease who introduced me to the devastatingly fucking incredible webcomic, Check Please! ( @omgcheckplease)

I recommend EVERYONE go read it; it’s got hockey, adorable shenanigans, cute shenanigans…oh god. It’s just great.

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Compartmentalization: a Check Please! drabble.

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     Jack Zimmerman kept everything in his head carefully and tidily sealed in jars.

    This method of separating and containing his life had started in rehab, as a way to organize his jumbled brain into a manageable system. There was a jar for school, and the stress that went with it. A big jar for hockey, and various sized jars for associated things, like his future in the NHL, his reputation, his father’s reputation.

    These jars, he was all comfortable with. He took things out and put them back when needed.

    It was other jars he had a hard time with sometimes. Jars like ‘Being a gay hockey player’, ‘anxiety and insecurities’ and…well, the more recent addition to his mental shelf, the jar labeled ‘feelings towards Eric Bittle’.

    These jars, he kept sealed and shoved at the far back of his brain. He hoped most days that if he didn’t shake the shelf too much, or look too hard, they’d stay that way.

    It was during his usual end-of-day sorting of events, lying awake in a hotel bed in Fargo after an away game, that he heard the thumping noise.

    Jack sat up, eyebrows furrowed. He looked at the clock: 1:12 a.m.

    Thump.

    The thump was coming from outside in the hallway.

    Jack sighed and threw back the covers. He slid out of bed, grinding a palm into his eye, and went to the heavy door, threw back the deadbolt, opened the chain and peered out into the hallway.

    He blinked.

    Thump.

    “Bittle?”

    Bitty looked up from where he was sitting on the floor, leaning with his back against the door opposite Jack’s. He’d been thumping the back of his head against it.

    “Jack? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

    “Uh…well, you woke me up.” Jack countered.

    “Oh. Sorry.” Bitty said, and got to his feet.

    He was in dark jeans, just on the edge of too tight, and a simple t-shirt, all tucked underneath an enormous Canada Goose jacket. His face was still pink from the bitter cold outside, his fluffy blonde hair askew. Jack took one look at his enormous brown eyes and swallowed, looking quickly away.

    “Why…are you sitting alone in the hallway?” he asked.

    Bitty grimaced sheepishly, clutching his jacket around him.

    “Uh…well…Shitty and Rans heard of a club we should try…and I was with them for a bit but then Holster got dragged off by these college girls and Shitty and Ransom tried to get him back…and after a while I got lost trying to find them.”

    “What? They left you? The fuck, Bittle?!”

    “Oh. No. I think we all kinda accidentally left each other. But uh…someone stole my wallet, so I don’t have my room key. I was gonna wait.”

    Jack dragged both hands over his face.

    This was what being captain was: putting out fires.

    Small, adorable, blonde fires.

    “We’ll worry about your wallet in the morning. Just…come in, I guess.” Jack stepped aside, motioning Bitty inside.

    Bitty entered the room, smiling widely at Jack. It was both heart melting and infuriating.

    “I’m warning you, I have had four drinks.” Bitty said, and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. His jacket rustled loudly, and Jack noticed that he was shivering.

    “Warning duly noted. Why are you shivering, Bittle?”

    “What? It’s effing freezing here, Jack! How are you only in shorts right now?”

“Ya but…you’re inside.”

Bitty just gave him a look and crossed his arms, sniffing.

Jack sighed and went to his duffel bag. He withdrew a pair of flannel pants and an old Habs shirt, throwing them at Bitty.

“Here. Wear these. You can just sleep here.”

Bitty blinked when he picked up the clothes, glanced at Jack, then went into the little bathroom, teeth chattering.

Jack crawled back into bed, sent Shitty and Ransom an angry text citing abandonment and betrayal, and waited for Bitty to come out of the bathroom.

He could do this. He could sleep on this side of the bed, back turned, and be totally a hundred percent okay with sharing a bed with Bitty. Totally. NBD.

In the back of his skull, he heard the sound of a jar being jostled.

No, goddamn it.

“Hey, Jack, I think you’re a bit bigger than me.” the bathroom door opened and Jack looked over his shoulder at the figure emerging.

Bitty was in the clothes, but just barely. The hem of flannel pants pooted around his ankles and the shirt hung off one shoulder, revealing the smooth pale skin of his collar bone and trapezius.

It wasn’t that Bitty was shrimpy. He had lovely muscle definition, which Jack pointedly did not look at, and he was built in proportion to his height.

It was just that his height was about 5’6, not 6’1.

“Uh. Ha. Haha.” Jack’s awkward laugh came out as a strange warble. He blushed violent red and put his head back on his pillow.

The light snapped off in the bathroom, plunging the whole room into darkness. Jack felt Bitty crawl under the covers, far away on the other side of the king sized bed, and then settle quietly.

In the back of Jack’s head, he heard a thought escape one of the jars.

You really want to turn over and cuddle him.

Yes. he did. So what. He couldn’t, so he wouldn’t. End of story.

And then the teeth chattering started.

It was quiet at first, barely audible. It got slightly louder and then Jack lifted his head slightly, and heard the little clatter clear as day.

“Bitty…are you that cold?” he said incredulously, looking over his shoulder.

“I’m f-f-f-from Georgia, I don’t deal with w-w-w-w-winter very well.” came the sullen reply.

Jack closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. This was fine.

“Look. Just…stay still.” Jack muttered, and shimmied closer to Bitty. He bumped into Bitty’s back with his, and he felt Bitty tense slightly before relaxing again.

“There. You’ll be warmer now.” Jack said.

He could feel Bitty breathing, and it was very distracting.

Jack’s arms were hugged tightly around his body, and he was staring off into the darkness.

How many times had he bunked with Shitty? Christ, they’d even shared a freaking one-man sleeping bag on that camping trip last year. It had been nothing. Easy peasy.

But now, Jack felt Bitty’s little quivering body just barely touching him, shivering and curled in on itself, and he wanted to…yikes. There were many things he wanted to do.

Another wave of shivers went through Bitty into Jack, who sighed enormously.

Jack rolled over, didn’t think too hard about what he was doing, scooped one arm around Bitty’s torso and dragged him back into his chest.

Bitty’s heart was hammering under where Jack had grabbed him, almost as fast as Jack’s was.

“Uh. Ok?” Jack asked.

“Yes.” came the whispered response.

Jack gingerly lowered his head back down to the pillow. He could smell Bitty’s hair, fruity and sweet and God, he wanted to bury his nose in it.

“Sorry. Your…shivering was keeping me awake.” Jack muttered.

There was a few seconds of silence.

“Please….don’t be sorry.” Bitty whispered.

Jack closed his eyes. This was almost too much.

No, it was too much. But he wouldn’t let go. Not now that he had his heart’s desire (stamped down and contained though it may be) cradled against his chest.

    “I like you holding me.” came the almost inaudible words from out of the darkness.

    Jack’s eyes flashed open.

    He lifted his head.

    “Bitty…” he said, voice hoarse.

    “I told you. I had four drinks. I have no filter. Sorry.”

    Jack’s hand, curled around Bitty’s chest, clenched.

    “You don’t get to be sorry either.” his voice was a strangled whisper.

    “Ok.” Bitty said.

    They didn’t speak any more after that, but Jack realized right before he slipped under that he’d never been happier than the exact moment Eric Bittle fell asleep in his arms.

    The next morning, Jack woke up warm and unbearably comfortable.

    His eyes slipped open, a sliver of light from the blinds cutting through the room in a slice of white.

    Jack was on his back. He was smiling.

    Ah, yes.

    Jack turned his head slowly, and his smile grew entirely uncontrollably huge.

He could let himself have this moment of delight before Bitty woke up, and before Jack had to take the whole night and seal it away in a jar.

    Bitty was asleep beside him, cheek on Jack’s chest, one arm wrapped tightly around Jack’s torso. Jack’s bare torso. His eyes were lightly closed, blonde lashes delicate and long across this cheeks.

    Jack could feel Bitty’s heart beating softly against him, and the soft puff of air from his nose across Jack’s chest.

    He lifted one hand, slowly and gently, and brushed the hair back from Bitty’s forehead, where it had fallen in a graceful arc. He’d meant it to be idle, but just gently feeling Bitty’s skin made his stomach lurch.

    As Jack watched, Bitty’s nose scrunched slightly and his eyes opened, the colour of melted chocolate. He appeared confused for a moment, then his eyes grew gradually wider as he took in his surroundings. He looked up, and his eyes met Jack’s.

    “Oh, dear.” he said, and sat up, recoiling. He looked genuinely distraught, so much so that Jack followed him up.

    “No! No, it’s okay, Bitty.” he held out his hand in a placating gesture.

    Bitty was blushing bright red, and he looked stricken.

    “Sorry. You’re warm; I must have been cold. When I was asleep. Um.” Bitty turned to get off the bed.

    Jack grabbed his wrist.

    “I didn’t mind, Bits.” he said gently.

    Bitty was frozen. He slowly turned back around to look at Jack, his enormous eyes both horrified and uncertain.

    “I really didn’t.” Jack insisted. He let go of Bitty’s wrist.

    Bitty was just staring, shirt mostly off one shoulder, hair fluffy. He was so gorgeous it almost made Jack choke,

    Very slowly, eyes never moving from Jack’s, or even blinking really, Bitty turned back around so he was facing Jack, legs tucked underneath him.

    “Will you…hold still, for just a second?” Bitty asked, voice quiet and flat.

    Jack’s eyebrows rose but he nodded.

    Bitty took what appeared to be a steadying breath, reached out with both hands, took Jack’s face in them and pulled himself closer. He hesitated, inches from Jack’s face, then gently and sweetly pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

    Jack almost died in that exact second. He remembered he’s promised to stay still, but it was almost impossible when all he wanted to do in that little moment was grab two handfuls of Bitty’s hair and kiss him back like a dying man.

    Bitty pulled back abruptly when Jack made a quiet noise in his throat.

    “Um. I…wanted to do that for a long time. I thought maybe…”

    Bitty grimaced and made to turn away, blushing pink over his little nose.

    Jack would be damned if he let him get away that easily.

    He leaned forward in a rush and pulled Bitty back to him with a hand at the nape of his neck, the other on his bare shoulder. He kissed Bitty, hard and hot, lips desperate.

    Bitty made a shocked sound, which melted into a little moan that made Jack have to bite back a growl. Bitty was kissing back, head tilting, their lips slipping together.

    Jack slid both hands onto Bitty’s jaw, then down over his neck and chest to his waist, dragging him closer.

    Now that the lid of the jar was off, he might as well enjoy it.

    Bitty let himself be manhandled onto Jack’s lap with no fuss, both his hands buried in Jack’s hair.

    “I didn’t know!” he said, gasping brightly, “I didn’t know you’d ever-”

    “Months, Bitty. Months and fucking months.” Jack surged forward again, licking into Bitty’s mouth and delighting in the taste of him.

    Kissing Bitty was heaven. It was everything he wanted it to be when he let himself imagine it, usually in the shower, usually when he was holding his hard cock in his hand.

    When Jack ran his hands up under the Habs shirt and over the hot, soft skin, he groaned against Bitty’s mouth and wrenched the shirt away, yanking it off over his head.

    Jack kissed the exposed skin on the pale neck, tongue and lips devouring every inch.

    Bitty was holding him gently, and Jack paused.

    Jack closed his eyes and breathed hard against the damp skin. He looked up at the face, flushed and pink above him.

    Bitty grinned back at him.

    “You shoulda’ told me, you giant dork.”

    “I…I wanted to.” Jack said, head tilting forward to his forehead was against Bitty’s chin, “I really did. But…it’s so much, Bits. There’s so many things holding me down. Stopping me from getting you. Like how I want.” Jack glanced up at Bitty, who was looking down at him with an expression of mild shock.

    “Oh…oh, sweetheart.” he said, sagging and sitting down on Jack’s thighs. “I know there is. I just…you’re graduating in a couple months. I wish…I wish we had more time.”

    Jack nodded, and let his head drop onto Bitty’s shoulder.

    “But you…like me? Like…like me like me?” Bitty said, confusion creeping into his voice.

    Jack leaned back and gave him a look.

    “Bits. I’ve…christ, I’ve been more or less pining. You…didn’t notice?”

    Bitty shook his head slowly.

    “Er. No?” he grinned sheepishly.

    “Oh. Well. I…I like you Bitty. I like you like you. Lots. Loads. Too much, probably.” Jack sighed forlornly.

    Bitty just stared at him, then suddenly he burst out laughing.

    “Jack Zimmerman! You complete idiot!” Bitty leaned in and kissed Jack again, sweet and gentle. “I’ve been damn near smitten with you since the first time you yelled at me in practice!”

    Jack frowned.

    “I’m not kidding.” Bitty continued, “Making you not hate me was all I could think about. If I’d done some soul searching…well, I’m pretty sure I’d have found the words ‘I have a giant crush on Jack’ written all over the inside of my head.”

    Jack stared at Bitty. Bitty beamed back.

    Jack leaned forwards, slowly and deliberately, and kissed him again.

    It was a slow kiss, deep and soft. Jack clung to Bitty’s waist, holding him close. He withdrew an inch or so, heart beating in his throat.

    “I don’t know what will happen when I graduate, Bits. Nothing is certain right now, and I can’t guarantee-”

    Bitty pressed a finger to Jack’s lips, stopping him from continuing.

    “I know. But it’s okay. Because I can guarantee something.”

    Jack raised a questioning eyebrow.

    “I’ll be waiting for you, Mr. Zimmerman. There ain’t no way I’m letting you go now.”

    Jack looked at the face opposite, it’s little freckles, sweet and perfect.

    “Ain’t no way?” he said, smiling wider and wider.

    “Ain’t no way.” Bitty confirmed.

    Jack kissed him again, and figured maybe some jars were meant to stay open after all.

He doesn’t love you FINAL PART (Bucky x reader)

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

Words: about 600

Other parts


Originally posted by sebastianstahp

You finally found him at the tower, in the gym punching a punching bag like it was his enemy. You stormed inside the gym, looking pissed and sorry at the same time. He was clearly ignoring you which made you even more pissed.

“ What the fuck was that Barnes?” You shouted, trying to get his attention, but he acted like he didn’t even hear you. God you hated how stubborn he could be.  

“I was talking to you!" 

You jumped in front of the punching bag, just to get him stop, but you soon realized that, that was a bad move. He was so worked up that he didn’t have the time to notice that you were there and he accidentally punched your boobs, hard. It hurt, bad. But hey, atleast he stopped.  

” What the fuck Barnes??!!! 

“Shit Y/N what the fuck, why did you jump in front of me like that?" 

You rolled your eyes and took a step closer to him. You had your mad face, which honestly terrified him. As you stepped closer he stepped back.  

"You weren’t listening to me so I had to do something”  

“ I have nothing to say to you”  

“ Oh yeah, what was that before?" 

Just like before he ignored the question and was about to leave, when you pulled him back from his hand to stop him. You were not going to let him go so easy. You wanted a explanation. Why did he just run away? It’s not like he had feelingd ad feelings for you, right? He couldn’t have feelings for you, so there must be a good reason for his behavior.  

He turned around and pulled you close to him. He put his hands on your waist and looked straight in to your eyes. You felt how your heart started racing and your thoughts were on his lips now. Stop it Y/N, focus.  

” You disappeared, everyone was so worried about you, God Y/N I was so fucking worried about you" He closed his eyes and a single tear ran down his cheeks. When he opened his eyes they were full of anger.  

“And then I find you at that assholes place, wearing nothing else but his shirt.” You tried to get away from his grip, but his strength made it impossible.

 ” Well I wouldn’t have been there if you had not been so busy ignoring me and focusing on that slut-“ 

He didn’t give you a change to finish your sentence, when his lips crashed on yours. At first you were surprised but soon enough you answered the kiss with hunger. This was something you had dreamed about every night, every day, every second, and now it was really happening.  
You pulled away and he looked kinda hurt.

 ” Bu-but I’m nothing like those other pretty girls, I-I’m just me, you can’t love me, I’m nobody"  

He lifted your chin with his fingers and gave you a kiss. “ You’re right, you’re nothing like them.” Gee Thanks. “ You’re better than them, and I do love you, always have, always will. You’re my everything”  

Tears started to rush down your face again, but this time they were happytears. You pulled him back to the kiss and kissed him like the worlds gonna end tommorrow. You couldn’t believe that this was happening.

He did love you.


So this one was kinda shitty but oh well… Please tell me what you though of this series! 

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