yeah i woke up like this

i woke up from my nap and realized i am indeed,,, full of love for markhyuck but rotational- y lol okokok lemme explain so mark is my age and hes so sweet and kind like that friend you can have personal talks with on the roof, and go bike riding and eating mexican fruit cups, but also has a bit of a wild side. And like dongyuck is wild all over like hes the friend you call at 9pm like “hey lets get ice cream” and hes like “YEAH AND LETS GO TO THR PARK” so youre at the park at like 11pm and you start calling up friends so the whole crew is there, and you play games like tag and truth or dare, and he takes all the dares, and he sticks his foot in the pond and almost pushes you in okay hes just fun and also really cute and nsndnsnd when HE SMILESSS IN THE MOONLIGHT ,,,, U JUST WANNA CRY

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GULLRUTEN INTERVIEW

T: Halla! Hey there!
I: First time on the red carpet together, how is it?
H: Very nice.
T: Unbelievably nice.
H: We haven’t gotten the chance to talk about how it is yet.
T: No..
H: But we’re smiling and having fun.
T: We’ll philosophize around it a bit afterwards, but right now there’s lots of stuff, lot’s of interviews, lots of picture, but that’s…
H: Lots of impulses.
T: That’s life.
I: You’re nominated tonight, how do you think it’ll go?
H: Impossible to say.
T: We’re taking a chance on..
H: We’re thankful for all the support we’ve received.
T: It’s just nice being here and being nominated. That’s a huge honour. And I’m taking a chance on zero prizes, so if it’s one I’ll be like “Yes!” and if it’s two I’ll be like “Woah!!”.
I: How have you prepared for tonight?
T: We’ve just..
H: Does it look like we’re prepared? Uh, very little. Uh, we’ve prepared for the show.
T: Yeah. Woke up really fucking early.
H: Meditated a little, had a shower.. Got up a little early today.
I: But you’ve become mega-celebrities very fast because of SKAM, how has all the attention been this past year?
H: What is there to say..
T: No, what is there to say.. I’ve said this before, but it’s overwhelming, very unexpected, on my part, to be a part of something like this, but that’s life now, so I’ll handle it.
I: Do you think your acting career is going to continue?
T: That it..?
I: Your acting career. Is it going to continue after SKAM?
T: Yes, I’ll keep doing that for as long as I can.
H: That’s why these questions are so hard because we do it for the acting and the joy of the scenes we have together, so becoming a celebrity is just about how you handle your daily life. Not about what happens, because being a celebrity is not as much fun as one would think.
I: But you act as boyfriends on screen, how is your relationship become in real life?
H: Really great friends.
T: Good buddies.
H: Good buddies.

in which jack and shitty accidentally date

based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.

Basically, this is what happens:

At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.

The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:

“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”

A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says

“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.

The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”

Which, of course, is a much bigger deal. 

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ok so i went to the listening session earlier and now im gonna try to type out everything i remember from each song. dont expect this to be too coherent as im still extremely overwhelmed from it all. im putting this under a read more bc spoilers obviously but yeah here we go!!!!!

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one more time (m)

genre: fuckboy au + smut

words: 5.5k

member: jimin 

you can’t resist jimin, even if he is a fuckboy.

Originally posted by 9taefox


You woke up to the sound of your ringtone blaring into your ear. You huffed, screwing your eyes shut and hoping it would stop; it didn’t. Reaching out, you grabbed your phone and squinted at the bright screen, your eyes needing time to adjust.

Jimin.

You sighed through your nostrils, closing your eyes and ignoring the impending headache that you could already feel starting in your temples. You debated not answering, and the call ended. You nearly let a smile form on your lips, but your phone began to vibrate in your hand again, Jimin’s name popping up once again as the sound of your ringtone kept you from sleeping.

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Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Word Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

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    You’re Who?

    Request: Could you write a story where Jason and his S/O live together but the S/O hasn’t met the batfamily (they don’t know about the S/O) and one day the batboys come over to discuss something with Jason but he’s asleep and the S/O is up and Jason wakes up to all of them talking and having fun

    Warnings: Implied smut, swearing

    You’re happily laying in the bed with arms wrapped around you.  You move his arms off of you and sit up, holding the sheets to you.  As you sit there, you look at Jason’s face and think about  what happened last night.  Sitting in peace, you’re interrupted by knocks on the door.  Grabbing a shirt and panties, you slip them on and make your way to the door.

    There were three boys standing outside.  One of them was a child, one an older teen, and the last an adult.  You could only assume they were Jason’s brothers based on the descriptions.  It was obvious that they had no idea who you were.  You could see the confusion in their faces.  

    Tim (or who you assumed) peered around your shoulder to look in.  he rubbed the back of his neck nervously and asked “Is this the right place?”  Then Dick pulled him back and added, “He means is Jason here.”  You moved to the side and allowed them to come inside.

    You spoke up “Jason is sleeping right now, but if you want you can wait here.”  They followed you into the living room and they took a seat.  Dick looked around the room while Tim looked at his folded hands.  Damian stared at you as you did to him.  He kept the contact and questioned “Is there a logical reason why you’re answering Todd’s door?”  Dick’s head whipped as he looked at the boy in shock.  

    You shook your head and laughed.  You were amused. “It’s fine, I’m his girlfriend.”  

    “You’re his who?” and “Todd has a girlfriend?” was heard from the boys.  No one could believe it.  How was Jason was able to get a girlfriend?  Their Jason.  Damian did not believe it though.  He shook his head and scoffed.  “How much is he paying you?  Has Todd kidnapped you?”  Tim elbowed his brother and gave him a look.  “No Jason is not keeping me hostage.  We’ve been together for about a year now,” you said.  

    Dick was slightly hurt that he wasn’t told, but he knew that it wasn’t really his place to know.  He wanted to get to know you, feeling like he’s missed out on so much already.  They all did.  Tim hesitantly asked,  “So… do you know about Jason’s job?”  You smiled and answered, “His job as Red Hood?  Yeah I know.”  

    After that they all bombarded you with questions, trying to get to know you better.  By the end Damian had surprisingly taken a huge liking to you.  And he kind of saw you as a maybe sister figure.  Dick had also learned the fact that you and Jason were close.  He was happy his little brother found someone like you.  Soon after all that time, Jason woke up to laughing in another room.  He walked out, and was surprised to see his brothers and girlfriend on the couch.  And the demon-spawn was sitting on his girlfriend’s lap.  He just stood there and watched what was infront of him.  You looked up to see your boyfriend in the doorway.  “Jason,” you cheered.  “I should’ve met your brothers sooner.”  You walked to him and kissed his cheek.  

    Jason just stood there and didn’t say anything.  You pulled away slightly.  “Jay?”  “Why the fuck is happening?”  He questioned.  He hopped this was just some weird dream.  Dick stood up and made his way to Jason, pulling him into a noogie.  “C’mon baby bird.  You never told us you had a girlfriend.”  Dick commented with a smile.

    Your boyfriend just stood there taking things in.  You were back on the couch with Damian in your lap.  Tim laughing at a joke you told.  Dick with his arm around him.  He leaned forward to Jason and whispered, “She’s definitely a keeper baby bird.”

    Jason smiled slightly and replied “I know.”

    Jealousy pt.1

    Originally posted by nnochu

    •Bad language
    •Reader x Jungkook
    •Filthy, filthy smut
    •Took me ages writing this
    •Daddy kink
    •I’m going to hell for this
    •Dirty talk
    •Rough, against the wall sex

    Don’t take the comments seriously, its just a joke, I don’t wish to purposely insult bts

    Summary: Taehyung is jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, Kook reminds you who you really belong too

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    Barry Allen secretly having a crush on you would include...

    Originally posted by itsacoffeeshop

    (Not my gif)

    • Antisocial buddies
    • “I need friends”
    • “Same” ;
    • Adorable hugs ;
    • If you ever get insecure he’d be there and tell you that you are the most beautiful person on this earth
    • and every other earth he has visited
    • and that’s a lot of earths;
    • You secretly stealing his t-shirts and hoodies like:
    • “Y/N, is that my shirt?”
    • “What, no. I-I bought that last week”
    • “……It’s a double your size…..”
    • “SHUT UP” ;
    • Him bringing three boxes of donuts because he needs to eat double your meal
    • and maybe a pizza box
    • and fries ; 
    • He thinks you look adorable all the time;
    • Late night talks. ;
    • Watching old movies.
    • and mayyyybeee cuddle
    • Him acting as if that never happened because he blushes like mad when you mention it
    • Falling asleep with your head on his chest.
    • Him waking up first
    • always
    • reMARKING HOW GOOD YOU LOOK ;
    • “Can you give me my-”
    • him bringing it from the other end of the house in 0.00000001 sec.
    • he would do anything for you tbh ;
    • “Y/N!” 
    • “What?”
    • “I have something for you”
    • Him handing you a batarang
    • “HOW DID YOU GET THAT OH MY GOD!!!!”
    • “I just had to ask”
    • “Haha, you didn’t just say ‘Can i keep this?’ right?”
    • “….” ;
    • Him in fear of ruining your friendship because of his crush
    • So he hides it;
    • NEARLY SAYING ‘I LOVE YOU’ ONCE
    • YOU WERE BASICALLY DRESSED IN HIS HOODIE AND YOUR HAIR WAS MESSY. YOU JUST WOKE UP FROM 7 HOURS OF SLEEP
    • AND HE SAID ‘You are adorable”
    • BUT THEN HE NEARLY SAID IT
    • HE NEARLY SAID ‘I LOVE YOU’ ;
    • Raging at video games
    • “YOU ARE NOT WINING THIS! YOU ARE NOT WINING THIS! YOU.ARE.NOT.WINING.THIS! “
    • and then he wins
    • and you facepalm ;
    • PIGGY BACK RIDES ;
    • “Do you remember how i told you about my powers?”
    • “Oh, you mean the “OHMAGODOHMAGODOHMAGOD I’M SUPER FAST” thing. Yep, i remember.” ;
    • Barry telling Bruce and Diana about his crush on you
    • them trying to set you two up
    • “Hey Barry?” Diana says
    • “Yeah?”
    • “Why don’t you ask Y/N on a date”
    • You standing like 3-4 meters away
    • “W-what?” you say frozen
    • “…….DIANA WHY”
    • Barry Allen exposed
    • you say yes

    REQUESTS ARE OPEN

    The bet

    (A/N): YOU GUYS I LOVE PREWAR BUCKY SO MUCH (please send me more prewar requests, I’m begging you)

    Request:Hey 👋🏻 ❤ So could I request a 40’s Bucky x reader?the reader is very shy and a friend of Peggy. Bucky is the ladies man. One night they all went to a party and Bucky asked the reader out as a bet she said yes and they became a couple. Bucky begins to fall in love with the reader. After a while she discovers by accident about the bet and her heart got broken. Bucky does not give up on her and tries to win her back! With a happy ending,angst and fluff!! Thank you love you 💛💙

    Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

    Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette


    Originally posted by almie18

       Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance. 

       A young girl, around Peggy’s age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her. 

       "(Y/N), you’re here!“ 

       "I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see you,” She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile. 

       Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap to his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.

        “I’ve got a dare for you,” Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out,” Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows. 

       "Okay…what’s the catch?“ 

       "You have to date her for more than four months,”

        “no,” Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. “No way, do you know how many days that is that I’d have to go without kissing some cute blonde?” Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

        “What about two hundred?” Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly. 

       "Fine two hundred dollars,“ Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.

        "Guess you’re gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month," 

       "Whatever,” Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down. 

       "Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,“

       "Hello,” Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky on the other hand was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.

          “Heya doll,” Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her. 

       "Hi,“ (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.

        "She recently moved to Brooklyn-" 

       "Good choice cutie,” Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he’d never seen a face redder than hers. It was…cute. Most women were throwing themself at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he’d found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was. 

       Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one. 


       The “party” had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a ‘your hair is looking fantastic’, or maybe a little something like 'Thats one hell of a dress’. E very time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.

        Around 10 Peggy finally crashed, quite literally too. She was slowly talking one second and then the next she was fast asleep. Steve picked her up and carried her home, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) all alone. He was of course going to walk her home, what kind of a man would he be if he didnt? And truthfully he was actually looking forward to some one on one time with (Y/N), she seemed beyond nice and Bucky wanted to get to know her more.

        “(Y/N)’s a gorgeous name,” Bucky states as he walks along, hands shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim lighting of Brooklyn he could see (Y/N)’s wild blush. “And that blush is pretty cute too,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) cracks a wide smile, hanging her head to hide jus how much of an effect his words had on her. “So (Y/N), you got a man of your own?" 

       "Um no,” (Y/N) whispers, cheeks burning once again. 

       "No?“ Bucky asks dumbfoundedly. "That’s- no- that’s not possible, how can someone like you not be datin’ anyone?” (Y/N) shrugs, her ever present smile still there. 

       "I’m really quiet, guess that’s not something men these days like,“ 

       "I like it,” Bucky supplies rather quickly. “Shy gals are the cutest," 

       "Seems like you’re the only man on the face of the earth who thinks like that,”

        “Good,” Bucky smirks a bit, “more for me,” (Y/N) smiles, a wide toothy thing that had Bucky’s heart fluttering just a bit. “So (Y/N), I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d like to go out on a date sometime, I get if you don’t want to but you seem really nice and I’d love to get to know ya more,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted.

        “Are- are you serious?" 

       "Hell yeah I’m serious,” Bucky smiles at her widely. 

       "You’re not lying to me?“

        "No doll,” Bucky stops walking, turning to face her immediately. “I’m bein’ dead serious, I’d love to take you out for some dinner some time, maybe see a movie, go feed the ducks, whatever the hell you wanna do,” (Y/N) blushes once again but we smile is much brighter and bigger than he had ever seen it. 

       "I’d love that,“ Bucky sighs gratefully, internally chanting and rooting himself on. In five months he was going to have a nice stack of two hundred dollars in his hand… 


        Well- Bucky had fucked up Royally, what had supposed to be nothing more than a stupid bet had quickly turned into something more. Bucky quickly realized what a gem in the rough he’d found, (Y/N) was unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was abnormally sweet, so caring, beyond adorable, and not to mention the most hilarious person he’d ever met.

        After having spent a couple of years with the military he was used to strong language, crude jokes but what he heard from (Y/N) completely topped anything he hear in the army. It was a huge surprise when one day whilst (Y/N) was cooking a meal for the two of then he quite suddenly heard a loud crash followed by (Y/N)’s feminine voice yelling a short but consice "Fuck!” Bucky didnt think he had laughed that hard in his entire life. But Bucky quickly learned that (Y/N) also had a bit of a feisty side. She was bound and determined to do everything herself, she didn’t need help doing a single thing. While most women would expect him to do everything (Y/N) would most likely punch him if he even thought about doing a single thing for her. She was different and Bucky loved that.

        It didn’t take him long to realize just how screwed he was. A month of dating each other and he realized he was in love. The damn idiot had actually fallen in love. Now, it was the five month mark and Bucky was as anxious for it as he could be. He couldn’t accept Steve’s money now, not after falling in love with (Y/N) and he sure as hell had to tell her about the bet, how horrible would it be of him to not to do so? He’d be the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth but whenever he tried to he’d choke up and refuse to tell her. But now he had really done it. 

       He had meant to tell her that night but then things went a little….sidewards and now he was laying in (Y/N)’s bed, butt fucking naked as he held a sleeping (Y/N). Her skin was still slightly sweaty from precious activities but if he even dared pulled away she’d begin to shiver and whine in her sleep so Bucky stayed by her side, holding her as close as humanly possible. 

       He’d tell her later, after she woke up. He’d make her a nice breakfast (even though she’d probably beat him for it), he try to explain it as nicely as he could and hope for the best. 


        “Wait…” (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you- are you being serious?” Her tone was meek and quiet, just like the tone she usually had around anyone but him. Bucky sighs, his stomach twisted up in knots as he nods.

         "Yeah, yeah I am,“

        "I was just- I was just a bet to you?” (Y/N) squeaks, her voice breaking as her tears threatened to spill over. 

       It physically made Bucky sick to see (Y/N) hurting, especially because of him. He’d never seen her cry and the idea that he was the cause of these fresh tears made his heart ache. 

       "In the beginning yes but as soon as I took you on that first date I realized that you meant more than that-“ Bucky stops when (Y/N) sniffles, a single tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. "Doll, I promise-” Bucky reached out to wipe the tear away but his hand froze in mid air as (Y/N) abruptly stood up, tears now freely sliding down her cheeks, turned on her heel and marched to Bucky’s front door. She grabbed her jacket and hand bag, not even giving Bucky a second glance as she did so.

         "(Y/N), doll, I promise it’s not like that anymore-“

         "Two hundred dollars?” (Y/N) looks at him, her beautiful lips trembling. “Two hundred dollars is all I mean to you?” Bucky’s heart aches, it hurts so fucking much and all he wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), comfort her and convince her that she meant the world to him. But before he could even open his mouth to respond (Y/N) slammed the door shut, leaving Bucky all alone in his apartment. 

        Bucky immediately ran to Steve’s place, damn well knowing that Peggy was probably there as well. His fist best upon the door loudly, he panted from the exertion of running god knows how many blocks, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. Immediately the door opened, revealing a rather dishelved looking Steve. 

       "Buck, uh- I’m kinda busy right now-“

        "Yeah, I can see that,” Bucky grumbles as he marches into Steve’s apartment, ignoring Steve’s cries not to. Bucky completely ignored the fact that Peggy was laying naked on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body as she looked at Bucky in disappointment. “I fucked up Steve, I fucked up so bad," 

       "What? What’d you do?” Steve asks as he slams the front door shut, obviously unhappy with the way things were turning out. “I told (Y/N) about the bet,”

         "you- you- you fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?“ 

        "I thought she deserved to know!" 

        "God Bucky, what kind of an idiot does something like that?”

        “I do!" 

       "Wait-” Peggy raises a hand, silencing both boys. “What bet?” Both men sigh in disappointment, knowing that Peggy would beat both their asses for what they did.

         "That day in the bar, the day we returned home,“ 

        "Yes,” Peggy nods, acknowledging the memory.

         "Well I told Bucky that if he could date (Y/N) for a solid five months I’d give him two hundred dollars,“ Peggy looks between the two of them, dumbfounded, and even a bit hurt. The room is silent for far too long, no one says a word as Peggy sits there brewing in her anger. Both of the boys nearly cowered in fear, waiting for Peggy to snap and bite their heads off. 

       "You two-” Peggy whispers quietly, “Are the biggest dicks on the face of this earth!” Peggy chucks a pillow their way, cursing both of them to hell and back. “I can’t believe you’d do that!" 

       "I know,” Bucky cowers in fear as Peggy continues to throw pillows. “We were stupid!" 

       "I ought to get up and beat you to a bloody pulp, both of you!" 

        "Or you can help me fix this with (Y/N)!”

         "Why should I you heartless prick?“ 

        "Because I love her, okay! I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world and I can’t- I can’t lose her,” Peggy finally settles down, looking at Bucky with a now much softer gaze. “I want to fix this, I want (Y/N) to know how much I love her.” Peggy sighs softly as she readjusts her blanket, pulling it up her body a little higher. 

        “She’s not going to be easy to win back, she’s sensitive and she likes to hold a grudge,” Bucky nods, sighing in defeat. “But I know you can win her back James,” Peggy smiles softly, “Plus with a little help from me you’ll be golden,” Bucky smiles, sighing in relief. 

        “Oh thank you so much Peggy, I can’t thank you enough," 

       "You can thank me by getting out of here, I’ll come buy Tommorrow to figure something out, okay?” Bucky nods as he runs a hand through his hair, gripping the strands gently.

        With Peggy’s help he actually had a chance at winning (Y/N) back, there was a glimmer of hope for him. He just hoped that he hadn’t hurt (Y/N) too much, he hoped it wasn’t too late to repair what they had.  


       "She loves the stars,“

         "Yeah, I know that Pegs,”

        “Loves chocolate," 

        "I know that too,”

         "She loves to read-“

         "Peggy, this is all shit I already know-”

        “She likes red wine too,”

        “How is this going to help me at all?”

        “Just combine them all together,” Peggy sighs, shaking her head. “A night under the stars, some chocolate and red wine, pick up a book for her," 

       "Peggy, Brooklyn is covered in snow, how am I supposed to-”

         "Stark has been working on this machine, more like a room really. Find (Y/N), tell her you’ll pick her up at six, I’ll give you directions to the place, you just show up with your stuff and I’ll have everything ready,“ 

        Bucky was a bit reluctant to agree, after all, what if Peggy screwed him over for making the bet? But this was the best plan he had right now so he had to roll with it even if his gut feeling was telling him it was a bad idea.


         Bucky rapped his knuckles against (Y/N)’s door, sighing shakily as he awaited an answer. 

        "Go away,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, full of insecurity.

         "(Y/N), please just open up,“ 

      "Are you here to rub two hundred dollars in my face?” 

      “No, I’m here to ask you on a date-” 

      “a date? Are you serious?” 

      “Please (Y/N), just open up so I can talk to you,”

       “Why should I?” 

      “Please (Y/N),” Bucky rests his forehead against the cold wood door, sighing as he does. “I’m beggin’ ya doll,” Bucky could hear (Y/N) sigh softly and not a moment afterwards the door swung open, revealing a rather worn down looking (Y/N). Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her hair was a mess, and the only piece of clothing around her body was an old robe. Even now Bucky found her stunning.

        “So…a date?” 

      “Yeah,” Bucky nods, trying to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous form. 

       “I’ve picked some stuff up and I’ve got something special planned for us,”

       “Do I have to dress up?” Bucky smiles a bit, shaking his head as he does. 

      “Of course not, wear whatever you want,” 

      “…when do we leave?” 

      “Six,” (Y/N) sighs, resting her head against the doorframe. “I know I hurt you,” Bucky looks at his feet, shame flooding through his system. “It was stupid to even have the bet, I shouldn’t have done that to you and I’m so sorry (Y/N)-” 

      “It’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugs, “Guess it was the only way someone would ever want to date me-”

       “No doll,” Bucky takes a step forward to hold her, just like he usually did when she was hurting but this time he stopped himself, deciding against it. “That’s not true,”

       “that’s why you dated me, right? Had it not been for the bet you wouldn’t even be with me right now, would you?”

          “I don’t- I don’t know doll,” Bucky sighs, looking down to his hands once again.

           “Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Both of them fall silent for a bit, just staring at the ground, each one biting back their own words and feelings, too scared to share them at such a vulnerable moment. “I’ll be ready at 5:45,” (Y/N) finally speaks, their voice so quiet Bucky had to strain to hear it. “You can come pick me up then,” Bucky nods, sighing shakily as he does,

          “Sounds good,” He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. (Y/N) smiles back, mirroring his expression as she murmurs okay and gently closes the door, leaving Bucky all alone on their doorstep.

         Well, she had said yes, that was a start.


        As promised Bucky was there at 5:45, knocking on (Y/N)’s door gently. Immediately it swung open, revealing the girl herself and holy shit- she damn near took Bucky’s breath away. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant, just a simple floral dress, she didn’t even have a lick of makeup on and Bucky still thought she looked far more beautiful than any other woman he’d laid eyes on.

      “You look amazing,” Bucky whispers, his eyes unashamedly raking over (Y/N)’s form. A slight blush rise to her cheeks, the same blush that made Bucky fall in love and suddenly he felt like he was on his first date all over again.

       “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers all shy and timidly, making Bucky’s heart flutter lightly.

      “I uh- I’d ask to hold your hand but I think you’d break my hand if I did,” Bucky smiles sheepishly as he and (Y/N) make their way down the steps and out onto the open streets. Wordlessly (Y/N) clasps Bucky’s hand in her own, giving it a soft squeeze, a reassuring squeeze. Even when she was mad at him she could help but give into the affection, Bucky loved it. Bucky smiles happily as he guides (Y/N) along, his thumb smoothing circles into her skin as they walked along, venturing further and further away from civilization.

      “Uh- you’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” (Y/N) chuckles nervously, looking at the abandoned streets and overpowering weeds in fear.
      “Of course not,” Bucky chuckles. “I’ve just got something special, that’s all,”

      “Is it murder? I bet it’s murder,”

      “It’s not murder,” Bucky chuckles a bit. “I promise,”

      “Well, what’s in the box?” (Y/N) gestures to the small bag Bucky carried in his free hand. It was full of all the materials Peggy told him to bring, chocolate, wine, a good book all he needed was Starks facility and hopefully he was good to go…hopefully…

       The place Peggy had given him the directions to was…run down to put it lightly. It was a crumbling buidling in some old lot, one that barely looked inhabitable but Bucky didnt doubt Peggy, never did and never would.

      “This is the surprise?” (Y/N) asks in disbelief.

      “It’s on the inside,” Bucky mutters, biting his lip as he took a few steps towards the building. He trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted-

       Bucky stops as he enters the building, his eyes roaming around the interior in shock. It was full of stars- not exaggerating. The entire interior was space, he could see all the planets, every star, every little speck of dust in the universe was in this room.

      (Y/N) trails not too far behind, her eyes wide as she stepped in as well. If Bucky thought that was cool it became magnificent when suddenly the stars and planets began to move, orbiting as though they were actually in space.

      “Bucky-” (Y/N)’s voice is quiet, full of surprise as she looks around. She trails off however as they reach out, touching a small star close to them. The thing moved to her hand, sitting there as though an actual fucking star was made to fit in her hand.

       “You like stars, don’t'cha?” Bucky asks as he gently tugs (Y/N) along, to a small spot in the middle of the room. There was already a blanket there (Thanks Peggy) and Bucky sat down, pulling (Y/N) alongside him. She looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling in a way Bucky had never seen before. She looked so beatiful, so full I happiness and curiosity that Bucky wished he could just live in this moment forever, just to watch (Y/N) smiles the way she was smiling. “I also- uh- have some chocolate and wine,” Bucky pulls the two Items out, setting them down on the blanket for (Y/N) to take. “And I know you love poetry and love so-” Bucky chuckles as he pulls out some poetry book he had found at the store. It was chuck full of cheesy romance poems and he knew (Y/N) would simply eat up.

       “You did all this for me?” (Y/N) asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks at Bucky. Bucky nods, smiling at her so sweetly and so lovingly he was surprised he didn’t develop diabetes.

      “Yeah I did, with a little help from some friends,” (Y/N) smiles, her eyes watering even more as she pounces forward, wrapping Bucky up In a warm, tight hug.

      “Thank you so much,” She whispers as she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in deeply.

      Bucky wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, sighing softly as he finally- finally held her. It felt so good to have her back in his arms, it had only been a few days but even that had been too much for him.

      “Anything for you doll,” Bucky whispers as he kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s ear, a small action that she loved dearly. “I’m so sorry about the bet, I promise you mean so much more to me than some stupid money. The thought of hurting you the way I did makes me sick, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I wish I had told you sooner,” Bucky rants as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s pulse point, her heartbeat soothing him slightly.

        “I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky, her cheeks now wet with tears. “I love you so much,” Without any hesitation she leans forward, connection her lips with Bucky’s.

         It felt so good to be kissing her, to be able to feel her and hold her, it felt so amazing to know that she knew that he loved her, what was even better was knowing she loved him back. Bucky and (Y/N) loved each other, that’s all that mattered.

        Bucky pulls (Y/N) a little closer, kisses her a little deeper, a little more passionately, a little more sensually-

         “As cute as this moment is,” Howard Stark’s voice blares through the room, breaking the two lovers apart. “I’d like to remind you two not to have sex inside here, I don’t need your bodily fluids all over my experiment, thanks,”

    Anonymous said:

    Can I have fics where mccree/reaper/genji/Hanzo/soldier come home from a very long mission and their s/o just jumps on them and clings to them and showers them with kisses because they missed them so much?

    ((Of course you can Anon! These will be short fics so I don’t bombard the dashboard but I hope you enjoy them! - Mod Tez))

    McCree

    It has so far been roughly two weeks since the last time you’ve physically seen Jesse McCree. Poor guy was stuck in a mission he couldn’t persuade himself out of. He promised you he wouldn’t come back hurt. Taking his word you waited for him. Not like a dog though, because if you sat infront of the door waiting your butt would go sore.

    You kept the house clean and didn’t let yourself feel blue because of the cowboy’s absence. You’d have to apologise to him once he got home because you sprayed his cologne around the house so you could get that Jesse aesthetic in the house.

    One night you fell asleep on the couch while watching an old western movie, when you were awakened by a familiar metal clink of spurs. Those spurs meant that Jesse was home so you practically threw yourself over the couch and charged to the front door like Reinhardt charges on the battlefield. Quickly opening the door you tackle the brunette and start peppering his face with kisses..

    Jesse laughed heartily and wrapped his arms around your waist, making you slow down with a loving kiss. He pulled back and sniffed the air, “Hun… Is that my cologne you have on?~” he asked, making you blush and hide your face to his chest, making him laugh again, “Suits ya alot (Y/N)~ I’ll get one for you too.” he purred as he kissed your head.

    Reaper

    You thoroughly cleaned up your house. Reaper was away on a mission and you knew he liked coming back to a clean house. So far Reaper has been away for three weeks and you were unsure how much longer he’d be awake. He sent you a small calendar with pictures of the ocean for every month last week. You knew he wasn’t a very physically or vocally loving person that often. So small gestures like these felt very heartfelt.

    The night he came back you  had stayed up but huddled in your bed, holding a pillow to your chest as a self comfort tool, when you felt a shift in the air and a cold hand gently brushing your hair as you felt a cold weight huddle next to you.

    Shifting to face the man who was still in his work clothes you gently reached a hand out and placed it in the darkness of his hood. He chuckled a little at you sticking your hand in his hood and shifted his hand. Gently guiding your hand to his cheek as he brushed your knuckles with his thumb. You smiled at him and he shifted closer to you, obscuring your eyesight with his chest as you felt his rough lips press gently on your head. It was a silent welcome back and a silent way of saying how much you love each other.

    Genji

    Genji had gone away back to Nepal for a few weeks to go through a giant meditation session with Zenyatta in order to release all the stress from working with the recalled Overwatch. He had left some of his clothes in the house so you had taken the duty of wearing them constantly. They smelt like green tea and a little oil from his mechanic parts, but it smelt just like him and kept you at a peace of mind. Surprisingly to the point you sat in places silently and tried to meditate.

    After every time you meditated you’d feel  so relaxed that you spent your time being productive. You got yourself to try out green tea while you read books and played video games.

    The day Genji returned he was surprised the house was silent and you were meditating with a hoodie of his on the couch so he silently managed to sit next to you without disrupting you and he sat next to you. Meditating, and about thirty minutes after he came back you finally realised that the smell of green tea was stronger and you opened your eyes, turning to face the meditating man beside you.

    You smiled and kissed his visor where his cheek would’ve been, but he remained unmoved so you got off the couch and made tea. Coming back with the hot drink you lied down and rested your head on his lap. “I missed you so much my sparrow.” you said as he took a deep breath in and started gently caressing your hair with a hand as the other rested on his lap.

    Hanzo

    The Japanese man had gone away on a mission. So far it had been five weeks since he had last seen you but he had sent you some small gifts. One of them was a blue scarf that you’d now wear every day.

    The day Hanzo returned you had climbed up to a cherry blossom tree and just calmly watched your surroundings until you heard soft footsteps. You turned your head and looked down to see Hanzo, dressed in his normal dressing with his bow over his shoulder, next to his arrows. 

    You climbed down the tree and bowed your head slightly, Hanzo did the same but didn’t bow as long as you, it was a greeting and a sign of who has the higher position. But afterwards you asked, “Can I hug you please?” since you knew he wasn’t a fan of contact that much.

    He sighed and gave a small smile, “Yes you can…” he said quietly and opened his arms a little, letting you huddle up to him and hide your face on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing circles on your back with a hand, “私は だいすき です.”* he softly said in Japanese as he rested his head on the top of yours. “I love you too Hanzo.”

    *(”I love you”)

    Soldier 76

    Jack would often work himself near death. He had been out on a mission for five months now. Sure you were worried but at least he’d call once a week so it wasn’t as hard to pull through. You kept the houseclean and made food for yourself, because god if Jack found a single pack of packaged food he’d flip. He was always a homemade food kid.

    The night he returned was as if it was the second coming of Jesus. You had been sleeping when you awoke from a loud thud. You sat up and groggily rubbed your eyes as you felt the bed shift under a foreign weight. Turning a little, you came face to face with Jack who pulled you in his arms tiredly.

    You slowly gasped a little and kissed his neck and jawline as he gently petted your hair, humming in satisfaction. “You’re back!” you yawned out as he hummed again, “Yeah I’m back darling.. Sorry I woke you up.” he mumbled as he kissed your forehead and pulled back a little. He gently caressed your cheek with a calloused hand, gently rubbing out some tears from your half lidded eyes.

    Jack smiled at you and pulled you in a hug as he lied down, “Let’s get some sleep now soldier. I missed hugging you like this..” he said as he closed his eyes with you hugging him tightly, your head resting on his chest as you heard his heartbeat lull you back to sleep.

    English Is Hard, Okay?! Langst Prompt Fill

    For the anon who wanted a story where Lance had a hard time speaking English and the paladins teasing him for it.


    Lance walked into the kitchen one morning with dark circles under his eyes. He trudged over to get a bowl and began filling it with food goo.

    “You look like shit, Lance” Keith teased, trying to egg Lance into one of their normal fights. The other paladins ignored the banter, used to the Red and Blue paladins fighting.

    “Yeah, I know. I don’t feel like fighting today, Keith, sorry,” Lance said, trying to get his food goo and leave as quickly as possible.

    Keith frowned. Lance wasn’t playing along.
    Usually this kind of stuff cheered the Blue paladin right up!

    “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? I was just teasing, you just look a little tired,” Keith said, trying, again, to lighten the mood.

    “No, you know what Keith? I didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed I woke up in the wrong fucking bed after a dream where I had to watch my family die!

    And I can’t even know if they’re actually alive because I’m not even in the same fucking galaxy as them and I didn’t want to fight and I thought I made that clear when I literally told you I didn’t want to but obviously I was wrong.

    Hopefully I made it clear this time so I can go eat in my room and nobody will bother me,” Lance said calmly. The lack of emotion in his voice was unnerving. He took his bowl, grabbed a spoon, and left the room.

    The other paladins glanced at each other with wide eyes as they watched the usually energetic and fun paladin walk off to his room.

    Keith ate the rest of his meal with his head down, and nobody dared to break the tense silence.

    After breakfast everyone broke off to work on their own projects or do whatever they needed until group training.

    A few hours later, everyone was waiting in the training room for Lance. He walked in about ten minutes late, dressed in workout clothes the castle provided. He stared silently at the ground as Allura began to lecture him on his tardiness.

    Training began with a few warm up laps around the room.

    Lance visibly pulled himself together and worked a smile onto his face.

    He nudged Pidge as he passed her, and high fives Shiro as he passed him.

    Lance always enjoyed this portion of training since he was undeniably the fastest paladin (without their lions anyway).

    When they slowed to a stop after five laps, Allura directed everyone to different parts of the room to work on things each were bad at.

    Lance was shown the middle of the room, to fight close range with the gladiator. Hunk gave Lance a sympathetic glance.

    Lance fought the gladiator for almost two hours. The other paladins had been allowed a break when they managed to finish whatever task they were given, but Lance had been at a stalemate with the damn gladiator.

    The blue paladin began to slow down due to exhaustion, and the gladiator got in one well placed hit before it shut down.

    Lance plopped himself down on a bench with the rest of the paladins as Allura and Coran talked.

    Shiro leaned forward to look at Lance, whose eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall.

    “Hey, you did good, buddy,” Shiro said, knowing that Lance had worked harder than any of them had that day.

    Lance opened his eyes at the praise. He was sure he was going to get scolded for losing, and a smile worked it’s way onto his face.

    “Thanks, Shiro. You did really well too. Hunk, you were really awesome with that thing you were running on.”

    Pidge barked out a short burst of laughter.

    “What was Hunk running on, again, Lance?” Pidge asked, barely concealed laughter coloring her voice.

    “Um the thing where the ground moves so you can run in place?” Lance explained, frowning.

    “Oh my god, Lance doesn’t know what a treadmill is!” Pidge shouted, cackling.

    Her laughter prompted everyone but Lance to laugh along with her. Everyone had needed a laugh after a tense morning and a hard workout.

    The laughter died down and Hunk looked over to see that Lance had tears in his eyes and his muscles were tensed.

    “Hey, Lance, buddy, you alright?” Hunk asked, drawing the team’s attention.

    Lance shook his head.

    “I know it’s stupid and you guys think I’m stupid but it’s really fucking hard sometimes. I never learned the damn word.

    Just like I don’t know what half the stuff Hunk and Pidge are talking about because I learned science and engineering and math in Cuba. In SPANISH.

    I have to translate everything I’m thinking into a different fucking language because I grew up with no English at all!

    And when I got to the Garrison I had to deal with people’s bullshit on my accent and how I couldn’t speak English correctly and I thought you guys didn’t care about stuff like that but maybe I just hadn’t messed up yet!

    I’m sorry I suck at English and I forgot what a fucking treadmill is, but I promise you, I didn’t forget because I’m stupid. I remembered what to say in Spanish.

    I’m sorry if my explanation wasn’t good enough, but I’m pretty sure you guys wouldn’t have understood it if I told you Hunk was running on a cinta de correr!!!” Lance yelled, taking a few deep breaths as he finished ranting.

    Lance stood there, fuming for a few moments, tears openly streaming down his face. Everyone stared in shock, unsure what to make of Lance’s outburst.

    The blue paladin waited for someone to say something, and when no-one did he bolted from the room, eyes wide and terrified.

    Hunk ran after him after a moment. He knew exactly where his best friend would be.


    Thanks for this prompt! Hope you like it! I’m thinking of posting a part two?

    Shiro’s eyes shot open as something suddenly popped in his thoughts. He winced at the neon-green digital numbers on the clock for a moment before being able to read the 3:24 AM glaring on the screen.

    He rolled onto his other side to be greeted with the sleeping face of his husband, Keith.
    Shiro smiled, lifting a hand to gently brush some hair off of Keith’s face.

    “Hey love, you awake?” He whispered.

    Keith let out a little noise as he slowly woke up. “Y-yeah…something wrong, babe..?”

    Shiro dropped his hand from Keith’s face. “I was just wondering..”

    “Hm?”

    Shiro paused.

    “You still-” he tried to find the right words- “like me, right?”

    There was a deafening silence for nearly two minutes as Keith’s face slowly shifted from tired yet concerned to an expression that screamed “are you for real”.

    “…Shiro….we are…literally married. We’ve been married for three goddamn years, we’ve been dating for five. Why would you even ask that.” Keith said, the volume of his voice louder than the previous whispers.

    Shiro pouted. “But still, you like me, right?”


    “OH MY GOD GO TO SLEEP.”

    BASICALLY

    In the Morning

    Requested: Nope

    Summary: Early mornings, even in non-memorable hotels, make all the bad things in life worth it. 

    Word Count: 430 (yeah it’s short- sue me)

    Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

    Warnings: Sappiness? 

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    A Day In The Life...

    John: “I was reading the paper one day and noticed two stories. One was about the Guiness heir who killed himself in a car. That was the main headline story. He died in London in a car crash. On the next page was the story about 4000 potholes in the streets of Blackburn, Lancashire, that needed to be filled.” - source: Anthology

    Paul: “It was a song that John brought over to me at Cavendish Ave. It was his original idea. He’d been reading the Daily Mail and brought the newspaper with him over to my house. We went upstairs to the music room and started to work on it. He had the first verse, he had the war and a little bit of the second verse”. - source: Many years from now.

    John: “A Day in the Life” – that was something. I dug it. It was good piece of work between Paul and me. I had the “I read the news today” bit, and it turned Paul on. Now and then we really turn each other on with a bit of a song, and he just said “yeah”- bang, bang, like that. It just sort of happened beautifully…” - source: Rolling stone Interview.

    Paul: “We looked through the newspaper and both wrote the verse “how many holes in Blackburn, Lancashire.” I liked the way he said ‘Lan-ca-shire’, which is the way you pronounce it up north. Then I had the sequence that fitted, “Woke up, fell out of bed…’ and we had to link them. This was the time of Tim Leary’s “Turn on, tune in, drop out” and we wrote “I’d love to turn you on.” John and I gave each other a knowing look: “Uh-huh, it’s a drug song. You know that don’t you?” “Yes, but at the same time, our stuff is always very ambiguous and ‘turn you on’ can be sexual so…c’mon! As John and I looked at each other, a little flash went between our eyes, like “I’d love to turn you on”, a recognition of what we were doing, so I thought, OK, we’ve just got to have something amazing that will illustrate that.” - source: Many Years from now.


    [Paul: “I think it would be great if we ask each member of the orchestra to play randomly,”

    George Martin: “Randomly, that will sound like a cacophony; it’s pointless”

    Paul: “OK, well then not completely randomly. Maybe we could get each of them to do a slow climb from the lowest note their instrument can play to the highest”

    John: “Yeah, and also have them start really quietly and louder and louder, so that it eventually becomes an orgasm of sound.”

    George Martin: “The problem is that you can’t ask classical musicians of that caliber to improvise and not follow a score- they’ll simply have no idea what to do.”

    John: “Well, if we put them in silly party hats and rubber noses, maybe then they’ll understand what it is we want. That will loosen up those tight-asses.”] - Geoff Emerick - Here, There and Eveywhere: My life recording the music of the Beatles

    Paul: “Have you got the loud pedal down, Mal?”

    Mal: “Which one is that?”

    Paul:  “The right hand one, far right. It keeps the echo going.”

    John: “Keep it down the whole time.”

    Paul: “Right. On four then One, two, three…”

    What followed was the sound of John, Mal, Paul, Ringo and George Martin all simultaneously hitting E Major. John, Mal and George Martin had their own pianos while Paul and Ringo both played an out of tune Steinway upright. All stood up in order to apply the maximum amount of force to the keys. - From Mark Lewisohn’s “The Complete Beatles Recording Sessions”.

    George Martin: “Geoff Emerick, up in the control room, once again had to ensure that every last droplet of sound from the studio was captured onto tape, To do this he used heavy compression and all the while was manually lifting the volume faders, which started close to their lowest point and gradually made their way to the maximum setting. By the end the attenuation was enormous. You could have heard a pin drop.”


    When They Wake Up Next To You

    {g osh my body B U R N S for this request thank you and everything you’ve done ever}

    This was a request from @alteaplier I had lost the original ask for it but it has finally been finished!! Hope you enjoy it may be a bit cheesy and sappy but I L I V E for that ~~~~~~~~~~~ [Shiro]

    •you and him totally fell asleep holding one another, but your back is against his (godly) chest

    •when he wakes up and rubs his crusty eyelids and can actually see you clearly, he’s already setting up a thanksgiving dinner just for an excuse to thank whoever is up there something extra

    •it’s only now does he realize he’s awake really early, probably around 2 or 3AM

    •it’s only when he feels how sticky he is with sweat and how he’s breathing quite heavily does he realize he woke up from a nightmare that he’s glad he forgot

    •and that’s also when he realizes that you’re face and just the fact you are alive and well and breathing was the reason he forgot so quickly

    is very hesitant to reach for your face because he feels that it may be a dream that you’re there, and when he touches you…

    •you’ll disappear

    •once he touches your cheek and nothing happens, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and just laughs

    •(oh go sh k i l l me) he leans in and kisses the top of your forehead and then light pulls you closer to him

    •kinda feels like crying because you’re so pure and full of love and thinks you don’t deserve him because he feels he isn’t “to your standards” and is imperfect

    •but then he swipes that from his mind because if he had said that out loud and you were awake to hear it you would probably smack the back of his head or start crying (+ a long lecture about why he’s perfect the way he is, even if he bites into ice cream) there’s no in between

    •falls asleep easily and dreams of something a lot better than usual

    [Lance]

    •definitely woke up because you turned toward him

    •opens his eyes and just smiles but not like a H U G E grin, just, a smile showing he is content and pleased and, happy. yeah, happy.

    •the both of you are in his room in the castle, he’s facing toward the wall with his back to the window.

    •the way the light pours in, and rests ever so gently upon your face absolutely blows him away

    •you know those times when you just think, and realize wow, I’m actually seeing this with my own two eyes, I am living and breathing and my internal body can do wonders beyond the minds of others. That’s what’s happening.

    •he’s seeing you, and truly you, in front of him, where your only worries are your dreams and whether they are good or bad

    •just the way the light is on you, and his shoulder casts a shadow on it as well, makes him feel so breathtaken (that’s a word right?) and he has no idea why

    •rubs his thumb against your cheek and just shuts his eyes slowly and takes it in. Your feel, your smell, everything.

    •kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, that one very obvious freckle on your face that you clearly despise because of how obvious it is but he just loves it

    •I’m getting sappy and I want to cry pls end me

    •bruv you open your eyes at the right time and he just sees how beautiful your eyes are with the light on them like that and he just rolls onto his back

    •goes “ok woah who gave you permission! Certainly not me!”

    •God could he get used to this though.

    [Keith]

    •I feel like he wouldn’t have known you were sleeping with him in the first place

    •he probably had some nightmare and you happened to be awake to hear it happening and your mom instincts came on and you went in his room right away

    •his head was under your chin, so when he woke up he was really confused and gently pulled back

    •sees you and is just so confused for several minutes

    •like, “what? when did u get here? why?”

    •100% believes he doesn’t deserve you

    •although he believes that, he still cherishes you and doesn’t try to bring you down by telling you how he feels about your relationship with him

    •I feel he’s the one to wake you up, whether it’s an accident or on purpose.

    •maybe he pushes you lightly and whispers your name a few times and it’s all just so he could thank you politely and properly

    •or he noticed how your hair was stuck under your eyelashes and your mouth and he has super short nails so he accidentally pinches you grabbing them

    •totally laughs if that’s the case like I’ll fight you on this

    •you: “keith ow wtf”

    •keith: pffffffffttttttttfffffff

    [Hunk]

    •omg please my pure chil d I love him sm

    •OKAY ALL THE OTHER ONES SO FAR ALL LIKE KISSES ON THE FACE BUT IMMA TELL YOU NOW THAT HUNK DOESNT DO JUST THAT

    •holds your hands

    •rubs his hands up the sides of your arms and on your waist

    •just, gosh my breathing is slowing down and now its speeding up and I can see every math equation

    •already knows he’s gonna make you some B O M B A S S b-fast and even if you don’t like it he’ll make it better!

    •besides that, he almost cried and he’s just like “ohmygodjdbbd hhhhhhhhhffffff I love you”

    •let’s say he has a camera on him, 99.9999999% chance he’ll take a photo of you no matter the flash

    •you’ll probably wake up and be like ok tf

    •he just looks at you, gently pulls you to him with his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead, then rests his own against it

    ••you’re probably blown away because he’s so wholesome and sweet especially so early in the morning where souls are still asleep

    •tells you to go back to sleep

    •if u do he’ll play with your hair and if you don’t he’ll play with your hair

    •coran walks in at one point and hunk just fukcing stares him in the eyes and coran puts his hands up and backs out “ok ok ok ok ok o-”

    [Pidge]

    •as soon as I saw this request I had Pidge’s planned out RIGHT away

    •ok so basically, pidge is designing a new robot that can help create fabrics and new clothes for everyone in the castle, for when they don’t have the time to borrow some from Coran or Allura or go to a Space Mall

    •you watch as her brain works through everything and her fingers are moving so quickly as she pieced together each and every intricate part of the robot

    •you end up falling asleep on her shoulder and she doesn’t realize until she herself starts drifting off so you both fall asleep against the side of her bed

    •allura happens to be checking on you and asks Shiro to help the both of you into the bed

    •when Pidge wakes up not only is she confused, she’s also worried

    •you two had stayed up so late, that there’s no doubt it’s really late into the afternoon, but when she realizes it’s not, and she must’ve woke up randomly, she sighs in relief

    •she kisses your forehead and just continues to look at you

    •touch your face again? Never. she didn’t want to risk waking you, or stirring you to the point that you roll over

    •everything was perfect, almost all stress was gone from her

    •her last thought before falling asleep is “I hope we find Matt soon, alive and well, so he can meet the person that makes me truly feel and truly love.”

    •most likely whispers I love you or holds your hand before falling into a lovely slumber

    Lucilled.

    Y/N has created a chatroom.

    Y/N has added Steve, Tony, Thor, Nat, Wanda, T’Challa, Clint, Sam and Bucky.

    Y/N: Guys, I have a serious problem.

    Y/N: Guys, seriously, this isn’t the right time to ignore me.

    Y/N: GUUUUUUYYYYSSSSSSS.

    Y/N: PICK.

    Y/N: YOUR.

    Y/N: DAMN.

    Y/N: PHONES.

    Y/N: UP.

    Y/N: AND ANSWER MEEEEEEE. I NEED HELP.

    Tony: Y/N this better be important, or else you will remember not to wake me up ever again at 2 in the fricking morning.

    Steve: Someone got up on the wrong foot. So what’s so urgent?

    Tony: Still in my bed, but will gladly get up to kick your ass.

    Wanda: Oh just kiss already.

    Clint: I so ship it.

    Clint: What do you think their ship name is?

    Bucky: STONY.

    Bucky: I mean I guess it could be that, but I don’t know, I guess it could, I mean maybe it’s not.

    Sam: Don’t play innocence now, I know you read a lot of #Stony smut.

    Bucky: Do not.

    Y/N: Buck honey, even I know you do.

    Thor: What’s smut?

    Nat: Porn. But written.

    T’Challa: Yeah, remember that time when I walked into your room and you-

    Bucky: OKEY

    Bucky: FIRST OF ALL, YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG.

    T’Challa: Oh did I now?

    Tony: No T’Challa continue, I think you were just getting to the good parts and I would hate to miss them.

    T’Challa: So as I was saying, I walked in and—

    T’Challa has been disconnected.

    Bucky has left the chat.

    Clint: Oh snap.

    Y/N: Oh geez guys. But anyway the story’s not that interesting.

    Steve: I was just getting into it.

    Thor: Lady Y/N, I have far more important question to ask. Why did you wake us up? I assume it wasn’t for T’Challa to tell his story about Mr. Barns masturbating, was it?

    Nat: Haa I told you Stark.

    Tony: Whatever. He was always weird.

    Steve: Tony you owe us some money. C’mon.

    Sam: I always knew there was something wrong about him.

    Sam: He never smelt good.

    Wanda: I am pretty sure that was you when you hadn’t showered in four days?!

    Y/N: YOU HAVAN’T SHOWERED IN FOUR DAYS?

    Y/N: GEEZ, how?

    Clint: Y/N?

    Y/N: Huh, yeah?

    Nat: We would all like to know why did you woke us up.

    Y/N: Oh yeah

    Y/N: oh boi. I almost forgot.

    Y/N: I mean I never will but you guys helped me to get my mind out of it for at least little bit.

    Steve: Y/N, what happened?

    Wanda: You’re scaring us.

    Sam: And we all know Mrs. Controlling you mind isn’t easy to be scared.

    Y/N: I can’t go with you on a mission this time, because, because…

    Y/N: Two of my family members passed away. And while trying to save them, my, my little baby almost lost his left arm.

    Steve: Oh my goodness Y/N, that is awful.

    Steve: I am truly sorry. Rest in peace.

    Thor: Lady Y/N, I am truly sorry about your loss. Do you need anything?

    Tony: Wow, I am sorry.

    Clint: Really Y/N? Really?

    Nat: Clint have some respect.

    Wanda: Yeah she just went through a lot.

    Sam: She lost two incredible people.

    Steve: Y/N take as much time off as you need. No one is going to blame you for not going on a mission.

    Tony: Yeah rest kid. Take some time off.

    Clint: Oh c’mon guys. She didn’t lose anyone.

    Sam: Clint, this isn’t time for your stupid little jokes.

    Nat: I swear to God I’m gonna kick your ass.

    Thor: Don’t worry of you suddenly feel some weird shaking, hear screaming or see unexpected lightning.

    Wanda: you get him Thor.

    Clint: HEY, HEY, HEEEEY. No need for violence, okay?

    Clint: and besides she didn’t lose anyone.

    Clint: At least not in real life.

    Y/N: HOW DARE YOU? THEY WERE MY FAMILY.

    Clint: Mine too so? I didn’t woke up the whole team and bragged about it.

    Tony: What, wait, wait. What the heck is going on here right now?

    Steve: Y/N have you been drinking again?

    Y/N: No.

    Nat: Then what the heck is Clint talking about.

    Wanda: Waiiiit, I think I know it.

    Sam: Did you just finish the season 3 of Game of Thrones? Because Robbs and Caitlyn’s deaths are kinda an old thing.

    Clint: Nope not that.

    Tony: Explain yourself Y/N, and don’t make me count.

    Wanda: oh I definitely know what it is.

    Wanda: and I am out of here before it gets ugly.

    Wanda has left the chat.

    Clint: Traitor.

    Steve: Will someone explain already?

    Clint: Do you wanna tell them y/N?

    Y/N:

    Y/N: R.I.P Glenn and Abraham. You will be missed.

    Tony: YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME?

    Tony: I woke up for this.

    Tony: You’re gonna pay. But tomorrow, I am way to tired now.

    Tony has left the chat.

    Y/N: oldie.

    Sam: FUCK YOU Y/N, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING.

    Sam: I DIDN’T NEED THIS SPOILERS.

    Sam: FUCK YOU.

    Sam has left the chat

    Thor: Aren’t they from that one show with the dead raising?

    Steve: It’s exactly that.

    Thor: Oh Loki is watching it. Now I can ruin it for him.

    Thor has left the chat.

    Steve: So that’s all? That your family?

    Y/N: It was stressful and tragically. My little babies

    Steve: You know they are just characters, right?

    Clint: Oh buddy.

    Steve has been disconnected.

    Y/N has left the chat.

    Clint: Better run big guy.

    Clint: Unless you wanna get Lucilled.

    Clint has left the chat.

    Bucky has joined the chat

    Bucky: So T’Challa lied

    Bucky: Wait WHAAAAAAT?

    Bucky: Am I Dreaming?

    Bucky: This is just a nightmare right? Yeah.

    Bucky: No NO NONONONONONON

    Bucky has left the chat.

    Nat: I swear to God, they need help. ASAP.

    Nat has left the chat.

     

     

    Shitty i know. sorry.