yet again (sigh)

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And you think I’m the one best suited to lead our people through this?
I think that you are the best of us. The two of you together are the world in balance.

Heal My Wounds

Peter has a massive crush on the reader but can’t help but wonder why she always covers her hands with gloves. 

author’s note: heyo just small hint the reader has a metal arm yeet this is like the fifth time i’m rewriting this so here goes nothing (i still don’t know how i feel about this it’s quite bad tbh) shout out to @toms-spidey for helping me out with this big time and literally being the only reason i’m posting this ily girly.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: kinda angsty and fluffy at the same time….?

Peter had been crushing on you for god knows how long. You were in a few of his classes and every once in a while he would look over at you a smile placed on his lips as you tugged lose strands of hair that would occasionally fall in front of your face back behind your ear.

He couldn’t help but notice one thing, you always had gloves on. No matter what the weather was, hot or cold you always had the same brown fabric covering your hands.

Flash had teased you about it multiple times and it pissed Peter off. No one deserved Flash’s unnecessary comments least of all you, the girl who barely spoke, not even when spoken to.

On multiple occasions Peter had tried to talk to you but you always managed to slip right past him acting as if you had no idea he wanted to talk, although it was fairly obvious.

And now as he sat in his usual seat his head resting in the palm of his hand he couldn’t help but admire you as you squinted your eyes slightly, concentrating on the papers sprawled out in front of you, your tongue poking out of the corners of your pink lips.

Ned nudged Peter bringing him out of his daze as he diverted his attention back to his best friend who was now giving him a judge mental look as his eyes wandered to who Peter had been staring at.

“Just go talk to her, your not so subtle staring is probably starting to freak her out” Ned sighed his elbow resting on the table in front of him, Peter scoffed his gaze finally meeting Ned’s.

“Don’t you think i’ve tried!? Every time i get as much as this close to her” Peter says squeezing his index finger and thumb together so they were almost touching “she runs off”.

“So don’t let her” Ned states matter of factly patting Peter on the back as he ushered him towards you, completely ignoring the quite protests leaving Peter’s mouth as they neared you with every step.


“Hey Y/N” a voice brings you out of your thoughts as you spit the pen out that you had previously tugged between the corners of your mouth, a awkward smile reaching the corners of your lips as you mumbled a quite ‘yeah’.

“Peter here wants to talk to you about something” Ned smiled, forcefully pushing Peter onto the stool next to you before he walked off a proud smile on his lips.

“What did you want to tell me?” you asked breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the two of you as soon as Ned left. “I um-well just wanted to uh see if you may-maybe wanted to I don’t know hang out sometime or something like that” Peter stammered a blush rising on his cheeks as he looked down at his lap slamming his eyes shut inwardly cringing at how awkward he was.

You were baffled, you couldn’t believe Peter Parker had just asked you to hang out, you a girl who wore gloves to hide what you hoped no one would discover. So as you were about to reject the offer, you looked back up at him and his hopeful beautiful brown eyes stared back into yours and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Sure, Peter I would love too” you smiled going to place your arm on his shoulder but quickly pulled back realizing he would definitely feel what was not a flesh arm.

His wide eyes once again met yours and he looked like he was about to burst from happiness and you couldn’t help but giggle as he fumbled to get back up from the seat next you trying his best to act casual as he reached into his pocket so he could hand you his phone. 

But you reacted quickly telling him it was better if you called him knowing well enough you would have to take your gloves off in order for you to be able to type your phone number into the small phone he had placed in the palm of his hand.

“How about we just hang out after school, study date?” you asked hoping he would put the phone back into his pocket, and thankfully he did sending you a warm smile as he nodded walking back to his seat where he plopped down next to Ned.


Finally the school bell rung signaling that school was over and you happily stuffed all your stuff into your backpack before you slung it over your shoulder following the crowds of students that were exiting the classroom.

You were ready to get home and sit down on your couch with your favorite ice cream whilst Friends played in the background, but you then remembered your study date with Peter groaning at the fact you wouldn’t be getting these damn gloves off anytime soon.

You made your way toward Peter’s locker where you saw him clumsily stuffing his books into it—your heart almost melting at the sight, you quickly made your way towards him picking up the books that had fallen out of his tight grasp.

“Thank you” he awkwardly laughed scratching the back of his neck as he finally managed to slam his locker shut, the noise emanating off of the now empty school hallways. “It’s no problem, so your place or mine?” you asked as you walked side by side thankful that your left arm was brushing against his and not your right one.

“We can go to mine since Aunt May’s not going to be home anytime soon” you nodded and sent him a warm smile, you lived alone so a parent coming home early and yelling at you for being alone with a boy really wasn’t a problem, but Peter didn’t need to know that.


As soon as you had arrived at Peter’s small apartment he shared with his aunt, you followed him into his room where he nervously asked you to sit down on his bed and wait whilst he went and got you two some snacks.

You happily obliged sitting down on the bottom bunk your backpack resting in your lap as you pulled some of your books out of it and placed them on the nightstand that was next to you.

You heard clattering coming from the kitchen and took this as your chance to finally let your left hand breath for the first time that day. You sighed as you pulled the brown glove of your flesh hand, your palms were extremely sweaty and you made sure you could still hear Peter in the kitchen before you removed the glove of your right one.

A heavy sigh yet again left your mouth as you rubbed your hands together, your cold metal hand met your flesh one sending shivers down your spine at the unsuspected coldness.

Zoning out for a bit you completely missed when Peter stepped into the doorframe and quickly backed away when he saw why you always wore those same brown gloves.

Peter’s POV

Peter was struggling to make his way up the stairs as he tried to keep every single thing he was carrying still, the glasses he had filled with water were spilling everywhere at his clumsy excuse of walking and he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied groan when he reached the top of the stairs.

He smiled adjusting himself a bit before he walked into his room. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what rested beneath the surface of your glove.

You hadn’t heard or seen him walk into the room so he quickly and quietly sprinted back down the stairs the water now completely abandoning the two glasses that rested on the top of his palm.

He laid every single snack he had carried up the stairs back onto the counter top as he reached for his phone that was placed in the back of his pocket quickly unlocking and dialing Tony’s number.

Tony picked up on the fourth ring and immediately starting scolding Peter for calling him since he told him he could only do that if it was an absolute emergency.

“This is an emergency Tony!” Peter panicked running his fingers through his brown locks as he started pacing around the kitchen making sure you hadn’t come down the stairs.

“You remember the airport fight right!?” Peter asked his grip on the phone becoming tighter with every word he spoke “yeah I don’t think I’m going to forget that anytime soon kid” Tony sighed “And you remember that dude with the metal arm right!?” 

“What’s your point here Peter?” Tony asked his brows pulling in as Peter continued speaking “well I’m with this girl right now her names Y/N, and I-I went down to get us some snacks since we were going to study but then I came back up and she-she had taken her gloves off… She has these gloves that she always wears—anyways! she has a metal arm Tony, a metal arm! And it’s exactly like Bucky’s”

Peter’s eyes went wide as he realized he had begun to raise his voice significantly during the last part of his sentence and he quickly looked around making sure you were nowhere insight.

“Do you think you could find a way to bring her to the tower?” Tony questioned and Peter nodded before realizing Tony couldn’t see him and he frantically mumbled a yes before hanging up the phone and climbing back up the stairs into his room.

“Hey I hope you don’t mind but-” Peter stopped abruptly realizing you were nowhere insight “Y/N?” he asked slowly walking into his room were he saw the previously closed window was now wide open and all of your stuff was gone

“Shit” he cursed knowing you had obviously heard his conversation with Tony and climbed out the window. What was he going to do now?

Next Part

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Nobody here?

I got permission from everyone involved to send this.

During my very first D&D campaign awhile back the story setting was there were two guard captains that controlled the city, with the evil one controlling the majority of the guards which is why our party was hired by the council of heroes and the good guard captain to mitigate and hopefully stop his influence. The catch was us being hired was a secret until he was brought down. Over the course of the campaign we had several run-ins with the evil captain, and each time he almost killed at least one party member if not more. He actually succeeded in killing two pcs. Throughout the campaign many moronic things happened like the barbarian elf running naked through the streets in an attempt to cause a distraction for the rest of the party and the dragonborn cleric convincing most npcs in the poor districts that he was the second coming of Bahamut because he could use heal spells. By the end of the campaign there was a civil war in the streets of the city with us being trapped in an abandoned shack with the evil captain right outside with a dozen guard-knights threatening to kill a friendly and very helpful to us dwarf npc if we didn’t come out.
Evil Captain: Come on out, or short and stout gets it! I know you’re in there!
My Half-Orc Fighter: Uh…I would like to persuade him to leave? Can I do that?
The DM: Sure. Roll persuasion.
*Rolls Nat 20* Alright what do you say?
Half-Orc: Um…no we’re not!
Evil Captain: If you’re not in there, who’s talking?
Goblin Bard: I would like to persuade him as well.
DM: *sighs* Roll persuasion. *rolls Nat 20 plus 8 points in persuasion* *DM sighs yet again* What do you say?
Goblin Bard: The only person in here is me, your grandmother! And I’m very disappointed in you David! (The evil captains first name)
DM attempts insight check for evil Captain that has an ungodly amount of insight skill points *rolls nat 1* *DM sighs again*
DM: Dave is so distraught he drops his gear and as he walks off you see him taking off his armor as he goes home to rethink his life choices. With no leader the evil guards quickly surrender. Congratulations. *DM sighs*

Call Me Kitten | Jimin

Originally posted by yoonmin

Genre:  Fluff |  Hybrid!AU

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1259

A/N: Long time, no post, huh? But here we are, I honestly don’t know what this is, but I hope you like anyway! 


Tilting your head slightly, you peered down at the shy hybrid, the sleeves of his over-sized sweater pulled over his small hands, his eyes soft and curious as he stared right back at you. His gaze melted you to your knees as his tail curled around his waist, ears curiously twitching among his soft locks of hair.

“So… this particular cat hybrid is named Jimin, feel free to look him over, whatever you need…” The employee stated in a rather monotone, bored tone, her nails seemingly miles more interesting than a potential adoption taking place.

“Sure, thanks…” You nodded politely, your gaze quickly drawn back to the hybrid in front of you, his legs crossed neatly as he perched on a slightly worn out pillow, his stare never leaving you as his mouth lay cracked open ever so slightly in complete fascination at you.

The employee sighed exasperatedly as she sauntered out, as you shook your head with a gentle smile, cautiously walking over and kneeling beside Jimin, observing his timid posture, his hands resting under his chin as he continued to stare quietly.

“Hello…” You finally spoke in a gentle tone, a hint of fascination laced in your voice as you stared at his effortless beauty, the way his blonde locks occasionally slipped down over his eyes, those eyes that held such an inquisitive look in them, his plump lips curled into an adorably irresistible pout as he blinked innocently at you.

“Hi… I’m Jimin,” he finally spoke, his slight nerves showing in his shaky voice. He hadn’t recalled being so nervous before; he was usually known as one of the more playful kittens, a bright smile always gracing his features. But, he was worried. Worried that you wouldn’t like him, that you would go adopt another hybrid instead, when he felt strangely drawn to you, and he knew he wanted you.

You hesitantly reached out to touch his ears, cupping them as you began to gently stroke and rub the soft fur, eliciting a quiet purr from his throat, his head leaning forward into your touch, and in that moment, you knew this was the hybrid you had to take home.

**

You fished through your bag for the keys to your apartment, Jimin standing behind you and shifting from foot to foot as he stared around the place, eyes wide with awe, cutely blinking once again.

“Ah, here we are,” you sighed in relief, brushing past the adoption papers and pulling out the keys, the jangling sound causing Jimin to wince slightly, ears flattening against his head anxiously. You noticed, frowning in slight worry as you watched him, your eyes scanning his face to decipher what the matter was.

“Hey, it’s okay…” You spoke in the same soothing voice as before, Jimin visibly calming as he looked up at you with those wide eyes you couldn’t resist, holding back the urge to coo at him, instead limiting yourself to gently rubbing his ears.

“Come in, Jimin,” you stepped to the side and ushered him in, as he took in his new surroundings, looking back at you for permission to look around.

“Can… can I look at the place…?” He spoke for the second time, his hands shyly pulling his sleeves further over his fists, and you felt yourself melt for the millionth time that day.

“Of course, sweetie, this is your home now, feel free,” you gestured him in, pulling your coat off and carefully hanging it up, not noticing the rose pink dusted on Jimin’s cheeks at the nickname. He cautiously padded around, looking around at all the cute decorations neatly arranged around the house, his head tilting in his usual inquisitive manner.

You followed him in, setting yourself down on the couch, a small smile spreading onto your lips as you watched him, placing your keys back down on the small coffee table in front of you with a loud jangle. Jimin cowered at the sound once again, his tail curling around himself and his ears flattened, gently whimpering in, what seemed like, fear. Your own eyes widened, and you hesitantly reached your arms out for him, coaxing him closer.

“I promise not to hurt you, sweetie, come here…” You met his eyes once again, the anxiety and fear held in them sending a pang to your heart, and you sighed. He carefully and anxiously inched over, his eyes asking you for permission once again, before sitting down onto your lap, his arms instantly flying around your waist as he buried his face in your neck.

You jumped a little at the sudden affection, quickly warming up to the touch as you brought your arms around him, holding him close to you protectively.

“Tell me, what’s wrong?” You looked back down at his face still buried in your neck, and he sighed at the question, finally peeking up with eyes welling up with tears.

“I don’t like the sound of the keys…” he started. “Because they remind me of the keys that would lock me in a cage, in the dark, alone…” He shuddered at the memory, whimpering a little as you felt tugging on your heartstrings, bringing your arms around him tighter in a comforting hug.

“It’s okay now, you’re here to live with me, and I promise to take good care of you, no-one will hurt you here, okay?” You gently brushed the fleeting tears away from his eyes, and he nodded gratefully, his body finally calming and relaxing in your touch, his own arms trembling slightly around your waist.

“They really didn’t treat us as well as it seems… that’s just a show they put on for visitors, they treat us like… well, shit, when there’s no-one here, any sign of “misbehavior”, and we end up in that cage, left alone all night… away from my friends and brothers…” He sighed yet again, his face nuzzling against your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent to calm himself.

“That sucks, that really does, you guys aren’t possessions or objects to be thrown around, yeah?” You gently cupped his face, brushing his cheek with you thumb and he nodded, a grateful smile on his lips.

“Thank you, Y/N, you’re very caring, and… I’m glad you picked me…” He looked down shyly with a growing smile gracing his lips, and you felt your heart flutter, gently stroking his ears with a smile of your own.

**

Over time, the two of you grew close, Jimin finally coming out of his shell and reverting to his true, playful self, his arms forever clinging to your waist whenever you were home. You learned each others’ likes and dislikes, preferences, you introduced Jimin to your favourite TV shows, much to his delight, and he’d sit by you, cuddled into your side affectionately, occasionally swatting you with his tail with a laugh.

There were nights where the bedroom door was locked, clothes strewn carelessly on the floor as needy whimpers and mewls were all that could be heard from the room, mixed in with your own sinful sounds, and nights you spent cuddled together, talking about anything and everything.

You had both become inseparable, his body curled up against yours as you both slept, his tail wrapped protectively around you, arms keeping him close, comforting him every time he woke up alarmed and scared from his occasional nightmares. With your comfort, he always managed to return to the warmth of the bed and your embrace, drifting back into the land of sleep with the gentlest of smiles. 

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kogasaku for @snepdragon​! (๑ơ ₃ ơ)

Father’s Day

I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo. 


The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.

“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?” 

“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.

Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”

Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.

“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”

“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”

“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.

“Y-yeah, go for it.”

Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”

Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”

Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”

The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”

Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.

Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”

“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”

The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”

Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”

“…Very well. Please, go on.”

The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”

Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”

Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.

“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”

Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…

But it never came.

He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”

The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”

Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”

“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”

Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”

Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”

“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.

“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.

Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.

The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.

“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.

Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.

“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”

Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”

Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.

“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”

“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”

Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers. 

Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.

Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.

The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other. 

Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in. 

Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.

“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.

“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.

“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.

Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”

Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.

Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade. 

Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.

Father, huh?

He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.

…Heh, not bad.

The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it. 

As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.

Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.

He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake. 

It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…

Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.

What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.

He wiped the tears spilling from his eyes.

Thank you. I’m honored to be your father.

In the Middle

Sorry for the long wait between posts. 
I haven’t had much inspiration :( 
But this little fic involves Dark and Anti, with you caught up between one of their many arguments. 

Warnings: swearing, angst, a little violence
Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by marielgum

You opened your eyes, already over today. 
The first day off in ages and you awoke to your walls shaking and the air buzzing with static. 
You couldn’t quite place why, but you strongly believed you weren’t getting the relaxing, lounge-around-the-house day you were hoping for. 

Groaning, you rolled off your bed and stumbled through the house to the kitchen. 
It didn’t faze you in the slightest when a shudder ran through the floor, and the lights overhead flickered. The pressure in the air was heavy as it weighed down on you.
“Ok, who’s here?” You called out impatiently. 
A jittered laugh answered you, followed by a deep grunt and another booming sound that made the windows rattle. 
“Anti! Keep still or it will be worse for you!” You heard a deep voice command. 
You wandered into the kitchen just as Dark stormed in. 
“(Y/N), keep out of this,” Dark warned you. His eyes were completely black and his jaw was clenched. 
“What the hell is going on?” You asked. Another static-y laugh echoed through the room and Dark’s head twitch. 
He,” Dark furiously pointed at the microwave, “Has rubbed my patience to the breaking point. And, like the coward he is, fled here to hide from the consequences.” 
You glanced at your poor microwave, finding the timer was glowing green and flashing ‘HA HA HA HA’ in bright letters. 
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep yourself from exploding. 

“Why am I always roped into the middle your bullshit?” You snapped impatiently. “Honestly, can’t you two argue like adults?” 
Anti’s face appeared on the TV in the lounge-room, “P̸f̸f̸t̸,̵ ̸w̴h̴a̵t̷ ̷f̷u̸n̴ ̷i̶s̸ ̶t̷h̸a̷t̷?̷” Anti chuckled. “D̷a̸r̴k̸'̶s̸ ̷a̵t̸t̴e̶n̴t̷i̷o̵n̸ ̵s̴p̷a̵n̵ ̷w̵o̶u̷l̶d̵n̶'̴t̵ ̴l̶a̷s̵t̸ ̴t̴w̵o̵ ̴s̷e̴n̸t̸e̶n̷c̶e̸s̵” 
Dark marched into the lounge-room, his lips pulled back in a snarl and his fist raised at Anti’s cocky grin. 
“Wait!” You shouted, diving in front of the TV. “You can’t just go around destroying my stuff, Dark! Thing about what you’re doing!” 
A pair of warm hands gripped your shoulders as Anti appeared behind you. 
“Y̶e̸a̸h̷!̴ ̸T̷h̵i̶n̶k̶ ̴a̴b̶o̵u̶t̵ ̴(̵Y̵/̸N̴)̶’̸s̶ ̷s̶t̴u̷f̶f̶,̶ ̸D̴a̸r̴k̴y̸-̸b̶o̵y̵.̶” Anti half lent his body on you, his sly grin matching the mischievous glint in his eyes. “I̶ ̷d̸o̷n̴’̴t̴ ̷t̸h̷i̴n̷k̷ ̷t̷h̵e̸y̴’̴d̴ ̵a̷p̶p̶r̵e̶c̸i̵a̷t̴e̴ ̸t̶h̵e̴ ̶m̶o̷n̴s̵t̶e̷r̶ ̸t̴h̸a̸t̶ ̶d̸e̵s̴t̷r̵o̶y̵e̸d̴ ̴t̵h̸e̸i̵r̴ ̶h̴o̴m̷e̶.̵” 

Dark made a vicious grab for Anti, narrowly missing your face as the two entities danced around you. 
Dark dashed around you, his hands snatching at Anti’s neck, only to grab air as the man disappeared in a cloud of smoke. His giggling trailed through the house.
You found it difficult to think as Dark’s anger grew. The pressure in the house close to becoming a crushing weight and the world started to glitch and fade as Anti swirled in the electricity. 
“Hey Dark, could you tone it down a bit?” You asked, as your head began to throb. “I can’t focus on anything.” 
“Tell this insect to behave and I’ll take his punishment elsewhere,” Dark hissed bitterly. 
“Anti, for fucks sake just apologize so the two of you can fuck off!” You exclaimed crossly. 
The flickering halted at your words and you felt the  pressure in the air lessen as Dark turned to you. 

This was the first time he had seen you angry. Dark’s witnessed you irritated, impatient with the two of them, but it was close to rare of you telling them to leave without a decent reason. 
Anti stepped out of the TV, standing beside Dark with a sheepish look on his face. 
“I̷ ̵w̸a̴s̴ ̴o̴n̴l̶y̴ ̸p̸l̷a̵y̸i̶n̷g̴,” Anti said. “I̷ ̷d̸i̵d̴n̵’̵t̷ ̴e̵x̸p̸e̵c̷t̷ ̵i̸t̴’̸d̷ ̶a̷n̷n̴o̸y̷ ̷y̸o̴u̴ ̵s̸o̸ ̵m̷u̷c̷h̶.” 
You sighed, yet again, and shook your head. “The two of you are a handful. But next time the two of you fight, unless one of you is about to die or be killed, don’t drag me into it. I can only take so much perception fucking and my hair cannot take all this static your producing, Anti.” 
The two grinned and nodded. “Alright, we’ll play by your rules, Kitten.” 
“Thank you,” You said. 
Anti went to speak but Dark’s fist crashing into his stomach killed his words as the green haired entity doubled over, gasping.
You raised an eyebrow, “Happy now?” 
Dark fixed his tie and smoothed his suit jacket, “I am content.”

“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it : 

Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that. 

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-I just don’t understand sir. 

Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father. 

-Uh ? 

-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes. 

-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?

-Miss (Y/N). 

-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!

The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.

-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ? 

Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice. 

He was the Batman. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.

It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything.  And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before. 

Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was. 

With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :

-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ? 

-Well, I have just one question sir. 

-Go ahead Al’. 

-Do you love her ? 

-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that. 

-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two. 

Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you. 

-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away. 

The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says : 

-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ? 

-Uh ? 

-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ? 

Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers : 

-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact. 

Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ? 

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Not So Bad (Gaston Imagine)

Request: Is it possible that you could write a Gaston x reader where he’s desperately in love with you, but you hate him, and then you slowly fall in love with him? Thanks so much!- @sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt

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You sat beside Belle as she read her book to you. “And they lived happily ever after.” She finished before looking at you with a smile.

“Thanks for reading to me Bell-”

“(Y/N)” A voice yelled, causing you to look up. Gaston was heading your way with flowers and a huge smile on his face

“Well I would love to stay and chat but I must get going.” You waved bye to Belle and took off as you heard her laugh.

“Excuse me! Sorry! Oops!” You push through people as you fast as you can.

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Sleepless night (Shawn Mendes)

I loved writing this cosy imagine with Shawn x Sorry it’s short tho. Like realllyyy

Requests are open! 

Request:  Can you do one where it’s late and y/n can’t sleep and she’s really needy and all she wants is shawn to cuddle her but he’s trying to sleep and first he gets aggravated that she’s awake but ends up being very sweet? ❤️

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I felt cold at night, not only because of the fight I had with Shawn, but because his body was so close to mine but yet so far away. He wasn’t wrapping his arms around my waist like he always did. I was hoping to feel him move closer during my sleepless night but he snored gently on his side of the bed. Turning to the other side I faced our window. Where tiny droplets of rain raiced down. Looking at the window I again remembered our fight we had. Him yelling at me while holding his guitar. I accidently ripped one of the strings and he got really mad about it.  Squeezing my eyes together, attempting to hold back the tears, as I stayed cuddled under the blankets, trying not to wake Shawn. Part of me wished he would wake up and pull me closer to him while the other part was scared that he would be even more mad at me than before. I turn around facing Shawn. My eyes trailed up and down his sleeping angelic face. Quiet sigh leaving my mouth. His eyes flutter open making me quickly shut my eyes yet again. Long sigh escaping his mouth when his hand touched my wet face. I held my breath when Shawn rolled over to me, his hot breath tickling my neck. Muscles flexing when both of his arms instantly traveled around my waist locking around it. His lips leaving a small kiss on my neck then his head burying in it. “Shh” he whispered, his sleepy voice mixing with the sounds of rain. “I’ll help you sleep” quiet hum leaving his mouth making my eyelids heavier with each second as I fell asleep protected and loved in his arms.

Parking

For my dear @edierone, in response to her fantastic prompt: “The directions were unclear, but they’ve clearly missed a turn or something; they’re miles away from where they were supposed to be, and definitely going to miss the last flight out.”

Title: Parking

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Timeline: Season 7, post Rush

A/N: Mega-thanks to @piecesofscully for giving it the once over and correcting my mistakes. I swear to God, I will one day learn where commas go and when to capitalize or not capitalize things…

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The busy expressway they had been barrelling down has slowly transitioned and narrowed into a one lane highway. Scully adjusts her speed, guiding the silver Taurus along a soft curve through the thick Virginia forest. Mulder is quiet in the passenger seat, an unopened bag of sunflower seeds sitting untouched in the cupholder as he gazes at the passing trees through the window. He jumps in surprise at the gentle touch of Scully’s hand sliding over his knee, the soft caress startling him out of his reverie.

“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a little bit, Scully.”

Scully smiles, her eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the bumpy country road. “I said I think I might have missed a turn or an exit some ways back. Can you check the map?”

Mulder nods his head and reaches for the glove box, digging through receipts and paperwork.

“You ok, Mulder? You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t said much since leaving the hospital.”

Mulder speaks as he unfolds the map. “Sorry, I uh, I guess I’ve just been lost in nostalgia. This case has me reminiscing about what it was like to be a teenager, the desire to always be older and faster, the excitement for new stages of life, the angst. I think you should turn around up here.”

Scully slows down and checks the surrounding traffic before swinging the car into a U-turn.

“Do you miss it?” she asks.

“What?” he asks as he studies the Virginia state map.

“Being a teenager.”

He looks up from his lap to ponder the question before responding. “No. Yes. No.” Heaving a sigh he looks at her and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Hmm.” She pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and adjusts grip on the steering wheel. “I miss the lack of responsibility, but I certainly don’t miss the tumultuousness of that time.”

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  • everybody: mental health needs to be talked about!! it shouldn't be such a taboo subject
  • twenty one pilots: *writes and performs music about their own mental illnesses* *sincerely reminds their fans to stay alive and to keep pushing on whilst acknowledging that it may not be easy, instead of the half-hearted "oh yeah it'll get better you can do it just think happy thoughts"*
  • the exact same people: yikes why are they romanticising mental illnesses and faking their own to fit in that's Ableist
Capable (Chapter 4) NSFW

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Originally posted by katerinasgranger

Bucky Barnes x mutant!Reader

Summary: You were kidnapped by Hydra 10 years ago but now you’re free. You find yourself at the Avengers Tower while you recover and readjust to real life.

Warnings: language (moderate), SMUT

A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND IS INTENDED ONLY FOR AUDIENCES OVER THE AGE OF 18!!! Feedback is always welcome, especially since this is my first smut. If you don’t want to be tagged in future fics please just let me know, promise I won’t be offended. Or if you do want be tagged and you’re not you can tell me that too! Hope everyone enjoys the new chapter! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!



You and Bucky had grown so close since your talk. Little by little you had started to tell him everything that had happened to you while with Hydra. But it was so much more than just sharing your traumatic stories, you had grown close physically too. You would wake each other in the middle of the night if either of you had a bad dream and hold the other in your arms until they fell back asleep. You would always sit next to each other on the couch or at dinner. Bucky would sit next to you with his arm around you just rubbing tiny patterns with his thumb into your shoulder or back as you watched movies. It became almost intimate the way you two interacted. It was so nice to have someone that just understood how you were feeling and where you were at mentally.

You woke up to Natasha and Wanda banging on your bedroom door, they had promised to take you shopping today. You groaned and felt the weight on the bed shift next to you as Bucky rolled over. Bucky had a nightmare last night and had come to your room for consoling, but you knew Nat and Wanda wouldn’t believe you if you told them nothing happened. 

“I’ll meet you guys in the living room in 10 minutes” You yelled at them through the door. Bucky groaned again trying to hide his head under a pillow. “Come on get up Buck, quit being fucking lazy.” You rolled off the bed and walked to your closet to get dressed.

“Well you’re not gonna be here so you really won’t know if I don’t get up or not.” He may have been tired but that doesn’t mean wasn’t still a sassy little shit.

“Fine, stay in bed, I don’t care.” You quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not caring if Bucky saw. The two of you stayed in each other’s rooms so often that being modest had kind of gone out the window. You looked over and saw him snuggling back into the bed and decided to just leave him be, after all he was right, it didn’t really matter if he got up.

You met up with Nat and Wanda in the living room, then the three of you quickly ran off to start your shopping. First stop was getting you some clothes that you actually wanted to wear.

“What about this? It’s super cute and would look great on you!” Wanda held up a tiny crop top to your chest in an attempt to see if it was the right size.

“Absolutely not, when on earth would something like that ever be practical?” You took the shirt, if you could call it that, from her hands and placed it back on the rack.

“You know Y/N, not everything you wear has to be practical. Live a little, I mean at least try it on. It’s not like you’re spending your own money on it, so if you buy it and never wear it, no big deal.” Nat snatched the top back off the rack and forced it into your arms. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, she was right, Tony was paying for your stuff since it’s not a like a dead woman can go out and get a credit card. You sighed in defeat and took your stack of clothes to the dressing room to try them on. You ended up finding quite a few things that you liked through out the day, as did the other girls. Nat ended up calling a car from the tower to come take some bags from you all so you could continue shopping in peace.

“You know what we need to do next?” Nat beamed at you with a sly grin plastered on her face.

“Fucking eat.” You tossed back.

“NOOOO, well yeah, but after that, we need to take you underwear shopping.” She was almost jumping up and down she was so excited and now Wanda had a stupid grin on her face too.

“I have underwear Nat, I don’t need anymore.” You knew that they thought you and Bucky were hooking up. So they probably thought they were being sneaky in trying to take you lingerie shopping.

“Yeah but you don’t have cute underwear, just that cheap stuff Pepper and I got you.” She grabbed you by the hand and started to drag you down the street. Yet again you sighed in defeat knowing you weren’t going to talk her out of this idea, plus you honestly wouldn’t mind some cuter underwear. You did manage to get her to stop for food before she forced you into the lingerie store.

Nat and Wanda immediately started grabbing things off the shelves and racks for you to try on. God they were like animals the way they tore threw the store grabbing stuff for you. Clearly they had been here many times before. 

“Alright, that should be enough for now.” Nat stood in front of you triumphantly. 

You took your things and went to try them on. Thankfully most of the things they gave you were panties and bras so you did’t have to try them on to know if you liked them. You set aside a few lacy pairs of each and a few more practical cotton pairs that were still really cute, but now it was time to try on the lingerie sets. You had never worn lingerie before, back in the day when you wanted to hook up with someone it just happened, there wasn’t really a lot of foreplay or planning so it just wasn’t necessary. You kind of liked the idea though of setting out to tease someone or actually planning on hooking up with someone but lord have mercy it had been so long since you even tried to flirt, you wouldn’t even know where to start. After trying on a few pieces that were all way too complicated, you finally picked up a cute sheer, little dress with matching panties and it looked amazing on you. It made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a really long time, horny.

You had noticed a sex shop next door to the lingerie store. So when you came out of the dressing room you decided to ask Nat and Wanda to take you there next. It had been so long since you even thought about sex. You weren’t a virgin by any means, you had hooked up with quite a few men and women back in the day but it had been at least 10 years since any of that had happened. You walked up and down the aisles of the sex shop trying to figure out exactly what it was you wanted. You needed something that was going to work quick but not make a lot of noise. God, you’d be mortified if anyone heard you. 

Then like magic, Wanda appeared around a corner with a box in her hand. “Here, this is the one I use, it’s super quiet but works, amaaaaazingly, but don’t tell anyone.” She thrust the box at you to take before Nat could show up. You gladly took it, thankful that she had basically read your mind and saved you lots of time and probably some embarrassing questions.

You guys got back to the tower shortly after your little adventure at the sex shop. You wanted so badly to just stay in your room to masturbate but you knew the girls would never let you live it down so you put your stuff away and went back to the common area for a few hours. 

You were so distracted by the wetness pooling in your panties all evening that you must have been acting different because Bucky asked you at least three times if you were feeling okay. You kept telling him you were fine but he just wouldn’t seem to let it go. Finally enough time had passed since you got home that you could tell everyone you were tired and go to your room.

You immediately ripped off your clothes then dug through your shopping bags to find the nighty set that had gotten this all started in the first place. You put it on and stared at yourself in the mirror, you looked just as good now as you had in the store. While standing there in the mirror you reached up under the top and started massaging your breast, it was amazing as you felt your nipples harden under your own touch. You reached your other hand down your panties and started to rub circles on your clit. You were already so wet. 

After a few moments of playing with yourself in the mirror you finally grabbed your new toy out of the bag and put the batteries in. It had 10 speeds and 8 vibration patters, and you were planning on experiencing every combination. You laid down on the bed, turning it on, you pressed the head of it to your clit, using your own wetness as lube to make sure it slid in nice and easily. You started moaning and whimpering as it entered you. You kept it on a low setting to start, you didn’t want to overwhelm yourself and you also didn’t want your first session in 10 years to end too quickly.

Bucky waited a few minutes after you left before going to check on you. You had seemed so out of it since you got back from shopping. He was nervous that something had happened while you were out, maybe you saw something, or worse someone and you just didn’t want to talk about it in front of the others. He made his way towards your room. Once he got outside the door, he heard soft whimpering coming from inside. Worried that you were having a bad dream, he burst in without knocking.

“O-oh my god Bucky! What the fuck!” Your torso shot up off the bed when the door flew open, the toy still between your legs.

“Shit, shit, I’m so sorry Y/N. I thought, fuck, shit.” Bucky kept trying to look away from you but the see-through nighty that you were wearing and the toy you had clearly been fucking yourself with were making it really hard for him to do so. Thankfully he had closed the door behind him so you at least weren’t putting on a show for the whole tower to see. “Um, is that new?”

“What? Yes, um, jesus christ.” You flopped back on the bed, your face turning bright pink, not wanting to look Bucky in the face any longer.

“Okay, um, I’ll just go but can I tell you something first?” Unsure of how you would react Bucky started slowly walking towards you, thankful that you weren’t looking at him, because he didn’t want you to see the growing tent in his pants.

“Make it quick Buck, I’m a little busy here.” You threw your hands over your face as you heard him moving towards you, trying so hard not to make eye contact. You peeked out between your fingers to see him standing above you. You scrunched your face, not really sure what he was doing.

“Can I?” He gestured to the toy still inside you. Flustered and confused as to where this was going you slowly nodded. “This part right here,” he pointed to the rabbit part of your toy. “Is supposed to press right here.” He pushed the toy further inside you, pressing the rabbit flush against your clit then turned up the speed. You inhaled sharply at the new sensation then let out a string of moans and curses.

“Oh my god Bucky, don’t stop,” you cried as you writhed around on your bed. Bucky was standing over you, expertly pleasuring you with the toy. You reached your hands back up to start playing with your breasts again. You heard a low grown come from Bucky as you continued to pull at and pinch your nipples. He started to thrust the toy faster and harder into you, he couldn’t wait to watch your orgasm wash over you. It didn’t take much longer before you were repeating his name like a prayer.

“I wanna taste you,” He looked at you for consent before he kneeled down at the end of your bed. Wide eyed, you looked at him and nodded. “I need you to say it baby, tell me you want it.”

“Yes, for the love of god Buck, do it, do whatever you want.” You groaned as you felt his fingers push inside you, replacing the toy that had just been there. He used his thumb to keep your clit stimulated as he watched you for another few seconds before shoving his face in your pussy. The moan he made after licking a wide stripe up your pussy vibrated through your whole body. You felt his tongue replace his thumb while he ate you out and fingered you at the same time. Between the pace his set, the expert way he tongued your clit and surprisingly pleasurable way his scruff felt on your thighs, your second orgasm came just as quickly as the first.

“Oh fuck Bucky, fuck, I need you inside me.” You were basically whining at him. If he was this good with his hands and mouth you couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his cock. He kissed his way up your torso, pulling your nighty up with him, he stopped at your breasts so he could lick and bite at your nipples. You arched your back at the sensation, running your fingers through this hair, yearning for him to touch you more. He continued on up your body, nipping at your neck and collar bone.

“Not tonight doll, another time, I promise.” His mouth roughly met yours in a heated kiss. You rolled your hips against him, grinding your still wet pussy on his clothed crotch as he laid between your legs. He groaned into your mouth, then reached his metal hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit again. “I’m serious, Y/N, we can’t do that tonight. I was not prepared for this, but if you’re not done, I’d be more than happy to keep doing what we were doing until you are. Does that sound good?” He had pushed his metal fingers inside you now and was pumping them furiously. A soft whine escaped your lips as you bucked your hips against his hand. The metal felt so cool and different against your hot skin, it was just a whirlwind of feelings and sensations that you would have never thought to pair but felt so right.

“But what about you?” You cried between the thrusts of his fingers as you started palming him through his jeans. “I want you to feel good too.” He started thrusting his fingers faster as your hand made it’s way down his pants, fingers wrapping gently around his thick cock as you slowly pumped it. As you felt your third orgasm bubble up inside, your hand started to get a firmer grasp around him and you tried to pump in time with his thrusts. You third time was just as strong as the last two as you felt the bubble inside you explode with ecstasy. 

After you were done riding out your orgasm, you flipped him over on to his back and made your way down his body. You pulled up his shirt so you could kiss and nip at his well toned chest and abs while you undid his pants. “Can I do this for you Buck?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, face hovering over his crotch. He nodded, honestly a little surprised that you were so insistent on returning a favor that didn’t need to be returned. He groaned and reached towards you, tangling his fingers into your hair as you pulled down his pants and boxers. You looked up at him again, your eyes locked as you expertly wrapped your mouth and hand around his cock. It may have been a while since you had done this but it was definitely not your first rodeo. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down. You felt Bucky flop his torso down onto the bed as he let out a low growl in pleasure. You used your hand to pump his cock in time with your bobbing head as you hollowed your cheeks around him. You used your other hand to fondle his balls as you sped up your pace. He gripped your hair tighter and let out a loud string of fucks and shits and you knew that you had pushed him over the edge when you finally felt his cum hitting the back of your throat.

You sat up and wiped your mouth, while Bucky just laid there still recovering from his orgasm. You chuckled silently at him, looks like you still have the magic touch when it comes to oral. You got up, went to the bathroom then brushed your teeth. When you came out Bucky was getting dressed. “What are you doing?” You arched an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I don’t want people to think anything weird about me leaving your room tomorrow.” You knew he was just trying to respect your privacy but it was silly.

“Bucky, you literally slept in my bed last night. No one is going to think anything of it and even if they do who cares.” You walked over and gave him a reassuring hug then pulled him back towards the bed. “Just stay here tonight, please.”

He didn’t try to fight you on the matter, just slipped his pants back off and climbed into his usual spot on your bed. You smiled contently at him as you slipped into bed next to him, curling up in his arms. You didn’t think the two of you had been loud enough for anyone else to hear you, except maybe Nat, who was in the room next to you. Shit, boy, were you going to hear about this from her tomorrow. Whatever, it was totally worth it and you were definitely hoping it would happen again.




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“how do you know i love her?”

“i just know it.”

“yeah but how?” Peter sighed.

“Mantis saw it. she does not lie, no matter how hideous she is.” Drax stated.

“so you’re saying if i dont tell Y/N i love her, you will.”

“no i will not tell her i love her. you love her.” Drax said in confusion, Quill’s words going over his head yet again.

Quill sighed, “its not easy with you is it?”

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Title: Interrupted  

Words: 2,339      

Warnings: Suicide + Self Harm Mention

A/N:  My first request! Sorry if it took too long to get to the point, but i hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for the request xxx (If you notice any mistakes please feel free to let me know so i can correct them!)

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Jimin Scenario: Earned It.

Request: I’M SO HAPPY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I have a Jimin scenario request when y/n is an idol and she does a a special dance stage with J-Hope(like slow dancing) and Jimin gets very jealous and y/n tries to calm him down because there is nothing going on between J-Hope and her. Btw, Jimin and y/n are dating! Thank you! ♥

Genre: Romance / Drama.


-So… have you told Jimin?- Hoseok asked when you two were taking a break from the dance practice which you did at your company’s facility and not in Big Hit.

-Ugh, stop making it sound like we are having an affair- you laughed after making a disgusted face at Hoseok who looked offended for a few seconds and then laughed as well. -You are like my brother or something-

-You are the gross one thinking about affairs, I’m just being a good friend, and believe me, I know Jimin, he’d would…-

You sighed. -I know what Jimin would do, but this time he’d have to calm down and just accept that I’m dancing with another guy, it’s just work-

Hoseok sighed. -You want me to tell him?-

-What? No! Oh god, he’d be here all the time, he’d try to find a way to stop the performance all together and that can’t happen, I need this, ok? It’s the first time they offered me doing a special stage like this, so I want to do it-

Hoseok stared at you and then exhaled in resignation. -I think we should just tell him, this choreo is after all a bit…- 

You bit your lip thinking about it, the choreography was really sexy, there were parts of the song where you danced alone but for most of it you two had to do it together and the physical contact would be a lot to say the least. 

Being idols Jimin and you knew that things like this could happen, on both sides you were conscious that maybe one day you would be doing something not that innocent with another person for the performance’s sake, but you also knew your boyfriend and how he hated guys touching you too much, so you could guess how he was going to react when he saw you with one of his best friends.

Hoseok was picked for this by the producer, you two had tried to change so it was Jimin instead of the rapper, but the staff told you that it was impossible since they wanted specifically Hoseok on the stage.

-I know you don’t want to create trouble between you, but this dance is important to me-

-And you don’t think he’d understand if you explain it? He’s a nice guy our Jiminie, if explained nicely he’d understand-

-Well, I will just tell him that we are doing a special stage and nothing else, so even if he insists you can’t tell him what we are dancing-

Hoseok scratched the back of his head looking uncomfortable. -I feel like a bad friend-

You arched a brow. -Have you forgotten about the song we are going to perform? Besides you are a great friend, don’t say that-

-Oh fuck it, he’d set a scandal before he let us dance that- Hoseok said sighing yet again. -This performance better end up good, and I hope this ends in BTS and you twice popular than before and not in me being punched in the face by my dongsaeng-

You bumped fists as you laughed at that. -He wouldn’t do that, I think-

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