#as soon as I woke up I opened my art app like 'oh god oh fuck I CANNOT forget this'

[heartbeetz]

Outfit that came to me in a dream and needed to be immortalized in art form

#as soon as I woke up I opened my art app like 'oh god oh fuck I CANNOT forget this' #also. #gay the dream was gay it was so gay #I'm still not over it I'll maybe never be over it #that's a lie but I will think about it a lot #I don't like using pet names UNLESS it's Michael apparently. he gets to be called honey / hon and it's Fine. #there was definitely more to it but the main thing is we got to hold hands and hug / lean against each other for a long time #it was soft and I am soft #very much a ''blushing and burying face in hands'' moment #roz posts #roz art #romantic tag #♡: 🚘⌚️💥 #my boyfriend.... my love.... I will hold you gently and call you pretty bc you deserve it....

[candy-and-writing]

What A Triple Lutz Can Do

Dark! Bucky x Ice Skater! Reader x Dark! Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have found each other again, after everything they've been through. When Steve meets you at the Winter Olympics, he decides you're the perfect little doll for their plan.

Warnings: non con/dub con, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, male masturbation, pet names—kitten, oral sex (female and male), fingering, poly relationship (m/m/f), somnophilia, light bondage, more to be added as the story goes on

A/N: This is loosely based off @henchry​ post about Chris Evans dating an ice skater. I read it and instantly had this idea, I’ve just never posted it. I think I unintentionally used bunny by @buckybarney​ as inspiration in making final edits. They also helped me figure out how to make this moodboard, so thank you! Please let me know if you enjoyed this, I had a lot of fun writing this!

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Before the war, before Bucky had fallen off the train and Steve crashed into the ice, before the Avengers and before and the world made Steve Rogers harder—colder—he liked to call himself a hopeless romantic. He wanted to meet eyes with someone across a diner and feel the fireworks explode in his chest. He wanted to buy a girl flowers, he wanted to walk down the streets of Brooklyn while it was snowing with her hand warming his. He wanted to buy his girl a ring, he wanted to get married, have a family.

He thought he would get that with Peggy, but he missed his chance. When he woke up in another century, he thought for sure he would never get his happily ever after. The women today were so. . . brash. A lady was supposed to be kind, polite, and dutiful. He understood that times were different, but that shouldn't excuse the ungrateful attitudes.

Then he found Bucky again, and the crazy world he had been forced into didn't seem so hopeless anymore. 

Tony had received a call from the International Olympics Committee, formally inviting the Avengers to the Winter Olympics. They were in Italy this year, Milan and Cortina. It was the first Olympic Games to be held in two cities, according to Bruce.

The committee had asked Steve to conduct the medal presentations for ice skating and hockey. They wanted Thor to carry the torch for the opening ceremony, but he was off-world and unavailable.

So here Steve was, sitting in the Mediolanum Forum venue next to Sam so he could watch the ice skating events. He figured if he was going to be giving the winners their medals, he should see why they won.

The committee had given the team access to front row seating, and that's where he was when you came out.

You were the third skater, and the first American representative, to take the ice. Your hair was pulled into a braided braid low on the side of your head with a blue flower pinned above the bun. The little dress you wore was modest—the same shade of blue that matched your flower and a sleeveless neckline that connected to a sheer fabric for sleeves and a higher neck, the little flowy skirt stopping in the middle of your thigh. Lines of little jewels dipped along your bust, beads varying in size. You had makeup on, like all the previous girls, but yours was light and glittery—save for the ruby red lipstick, but even that looked classical on you. It reminded Steve of the makeup women would wear back in the thirties.

He was so focused on you that Sam had to elbow him in the ribs to get his attention. He shut his jaw then, listening to the way your name rolled off the commentator's tongue, the syllables lining and matching each other perfectly.

You were twenty-one, and this was your first time competing in the Olympics. You've competed in other national and international tournaments, and you've done good in them if he was understanding correctly. It made an odd sense of pride swell in his chest. You were skating to Disney's Beauty and the Beast.

You moved to the middle of the rink as the announcer informed the stadium who conducted and performed your piece. You had four quads set in your routine, two in the first half and two in the second. It got quiet in the arena as you raised your arm over your head and arched your back like a ballerina. Steve counted five seconds before the music started and you spun around slowly. You started to move your body and—

Oh. Oh.

Steve was sure his jaw had dropped to the floor. The way you moved was bewitching, beautifully languid yet articulate. It was like the music moved through you, coursing through your veins as you made it entirely your own, bringing something so utterly delicate and ethereal out of the melody. You made it show in your body, in your movements.

The first of your quads were coming up, something called a quadruple lutz. Steve didn't know what it was, but when you threw your leg back and jumped, spinning in the air before landing and the crowd erupted into applause, he figured you did it correctly.

Your feet glided across the ice as you skated backward, your muscles tensing—you were preparing for your next quad. You kicked your leg back and used it as momentum to jump, spinning and landing what the commentator called a quadruple flip. The crowd cheered again.

Your expression—the raw focus and determination hiding behind your eyes—was gorgeous. Your crimson lips were parted slightly, eyelids hooded as you brought your head up. The delicate expression, the way your shoulders tensed as you jumped and spun in the air once, twice, three times before you landed gracefully on your toes had the breath leaving his lungs.

It was art. You were a work of art. So beautiful he wanted to lock you behind a glass cage and put you on display. You commanded the ice as if you controlled it, with such a degree of intricacy that Steve thought if you jumped high enough or spun fast enough you would grow wings and fly away.

You were in your element. You kicked your foot back before bringing it forward, using it to start your jump. You spun in the air and landed on one foot, your other leg spread out and leading the twirl you used to end the jump. The stadium cheered, Sam said something about a triple axel.

Steve wished the song lasted forever, wished he could watch you forever, but soon there was a flute trilling and you slowed, circling back to the center of the rink and just like that—your performance was over. The crowd exploded into cheers, throwing flowers, stuffed toys, anything they had in their pockets.

You broke into a smile, your plump lips parting and bringing out your dimples. Steve swooned as you waved to the crowd, bending to pick up a rose. Your gaze met his, and he swore he felt fireworks erupt in his chest. You smiled at him before skating off the ice, hugging a man sporting a red lightweight jacket with the USA logo embroidered on the sleeve, his dark hair slicked back. Steve watched as you smiled at him, not missing the way he stared at your ass as you turned away.

Then, suddenly, you were in first place. Your eyes went wide and you jumped up, hugging the man in the red jacket—Steve assumed he was your coach. He heard your squeal above the rest of the cheers.

Even from where he was sitting, your eyes were bright, brighter than your smile. Steve was proud of you, pride swelled in his chest as he watched you speak with a reporter. His eyes stayed glued to you as you shook hands with the reporter, your coach walking you to the locker rooms. He watched you until he couldn't anymore.

A strange desire pulled at his heart as he pulled his Stark Pad out, looking you in F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s database.

--

After watching your performance every other skater seemed dull, incomparable, to you. The judges must have thought so, too. You stayed in first place, winning the competition.

According to F.R.I.D.A.Y, you grew up in Chicago, but you moved to Manhattan for college. You got a new coach, Adrian Tucker, who was a gold and silver medalist back in the nineties. You're a junior at NYU, majoring in Art History. You have an Instagram, some sort of social media Peter had been trying to convince him to get, and Steve created an account immediately just to follow you. You had pictures of yourself, of friends, of the rink, even a pair of ballet shoes.

So you did ballet, good to know.

The award ceremony couldn't come soon enough. The idea of being closer to you sent butterflies fluttering through his stomach. Ever since he had gotten him back, Steve and Bucky have been talking about settling down—creating a life with a girl and starting a family. But they haven't found the right partner, but maybe. . . ?

When he stood in front of you, he swore he almost stopped breathing. You were gorgeous. Your hair had been taken out of the bun, cascading down your shoulders in loose waves. Your makeup was still done the same, but he noticed light freckles dotting along the bridge of your nose. Your eyes sparkled up at him—good God, you barely stood past his chest—your painted lips parted in a smile as you took him in. He placed the gold medal around your neck, congratulating you. You whispered a small, "thank you, Captain," and Steve felt a spark of electricity jolt down his groin.

Your voice was light, melodic, quiet. You were respectful, something he valued in people, in women. He could almost imagine you posed as the perfect housewife. With the perfect husband—or husbands—with the white picket fence, the kids. He could imagine your belly swollen, the little children running around calling you 'mama'. You were young, right at that age where women would start becoming wives and mothers back in his day. The thought only made his cock harder as he watched you on the platform, waving to the audience with the biggest smile on your face.

As he sat back down next to Sam, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He pulled up Bucky's contact and sent him a picture from your Instagram.

'I think I found her,' he typed.

--

Bucky remembered the first time he realized he was in love with Steve—he was sixteen. He had danced around with plenty of girls already but none of them ever really seemed to stick. He had saved up enough money to spend Steve's birthday at Coney Island, that was the day he made Steve ride the Cyclone, back when he was still skinny. He had bought Steve a hotdog, which a pelican attacked him over. Bucky was crying from laughter, face red and stomach aching, when he looked over at Steve. Something just clicked then.

The past couple of months, Steve and Bucky had been making plans to add a third partner into life. After all this time, fighting Nazis and being mind-controlled and saving the universe time and time again, they both agreed they deserved it—that they deserved a family. They had both been selfless for so long, was it so wrong to want someone to be selfless for them? To want someone soft that could share their love?

Steve and Bucky were great together—the love of each other's lives, in fact—but they shared an overwhelming need to dominate, to control. On and off the field. When they fucked they were ruthless, full of scraping nails and biting teeth. Fingertips that left bruises that lasted for days. They needed someone else, someone they could focus that control on, someone who could take them so gently and lovingly, a way they rarely took each other.

Then he got Steve's text. You were young, and it wasn't hard to find out almost everything he needed to know about you. Steve helped him use F.R.I.D.A.Y to figure out where you live—a small apartment that was close to your college campus. You could walk to class if the weather permitted it. It also wasn't too far from the ice rink you trained at. It was easy for Bucky to find a building across from your suite where they could watch you. You liked to keep your window open, let the sunlight in.

They took turns sitting on the roof of the neighboring building, looking through a pair of binoculars. They would watch you for hours—watch you do simple things like reading. That was Bucky's favorite, the way your lips moved ever so slightly as you read the words on the page. You enjoyed reading horror novels—Steven King, Mary Downing Hahn, an author named Chuck Palahnuik. A worn copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula and Mary Shelley's Frankenstein sat on your bookshelf. At first glance, Bucky never would have pegged you as a horror kind of girl, you were too sweet and too timid. As he continued to watch you through the cameras Steve had him install, though, he saw that you very much liked psychological thrillers. You would watch a show on YouTube about true crime and haunted locations, a couple of amateurs who didn't quite know what they were doing. They were funny, though. Steve and Bucky would watch you laugh as you stared at your phone, smiling to yourself.

You trained at a ballet studio in lower Manhattan, worked out at a gym a block away from that. They were quick to memorize your routine once they started. You'd wake up at five-thirty every morning and make yourself some breakfast. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday's you hit the gym and the studio; you'd go to whatever classes you had that day, grab a coffee at the campus cafe, then head to the skating rink for two hours. Two and a half hours max. You went home, studied, and then you were left to your own devices. Sometimes you read, sometimes you baked and God, Bucky almost couldn't stop drooling at the thought of tasting your cooking. You'd watch television in your small living room and be in bed no later than eleven o'clock every night to start your day again.

One Monday morning, Steve and had followed you to the gym. They'd been doing that the last few weeks. At first, Steve reasoned it was so they could watch over you, in case you got into some trouble. Some mornings they planned on running into you on the sidewalk, pretending it was an accident—there was a flower cart along your route you liked to stop and admire, sometimes buying a bouquet of daisies for your little bachelor pad—but the timing never seemed right. Steve was never wearing the right shirt, or Bucky's hair was always a mess from the wind.

You took a cab, which Steve followed a couple of cars behind on his motorcycle. The air was brisk, the first signs of spring coming into the city. Some of the trees had started growing their leaves again, vibrant greens against the grey winter sky. He parked his bike underneath a plotted tree that had just started to turn, the tips of the leaves a bright green as blossoms began to bloom, pastel pinks against vibrant greens with petals blowing in the wind. He bought a newspaper from a vendor a couple of stores down and sat on a nearby bench, catching up with the world as he counted down the minutes. You would be in there for an hour and fifteen minutes almost exactly.

Steve almost couldn't sit still. He was itching to get his hands on you, to feel you. He and Bucky have been watching you for a long time now, waiting for the right moment to get their hands on you. Steve was growing impatient.

At forty-five minutes, his eyes began to flick up at the building every few minutes. He knew it wasn't time yet, but there was always a chance you got done early.

At an hour, his gaze hovered just above the paper. Ten more minutes, he told himself.

At an hour and twelve minutes, you emerged. Steve watched as you hugged your coat to your chest and began walking. The studio you danced at was only a block away, so you wouldn't have to be out in the cold for long. Still, Steve couldn't help but chastise you for not wearing something warmer. All you had on were a pair of thin leggings—that hugged your ass beautifully, he might add—and a compression tank top under your lightweight sweater.

Steve rushed to his bike, folding the newspaper in his hand and revving up the engine. He drove down the block, parking in front of a cafe across from the ballet studio. He watched you enter the studio and sat at a table, ordering a cup of coffee. He saw you through the floor-to-ceiling windows, your let stretched up over your head. He reached for his sketchbook and pencil, laying it out on the table before him.

The night of the Olympics, the first time after Steve had seen you, he stayed up all night drawing you. He found a video of your performance on the internet, watching it on repeat as he drew you in different positions. The first sketch he did was of you with your arm over your head, just before you started skating. He found he loved drawing the shape of your lips, so the next sketch was a portrait of your face. Your long lashes were hooded, eyes downcast and your lips parted slightly as the pencil scratched against the paper, your plump lips etched in charcoal. The expression Steve caught you in was oddly ethereal, the kind of innocence that Steve found absolutely breathtaking.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Steve sighed, pulling the device out of his jeans. Cursing, he reread the message Sam sent, looking back up across the street. You were still in front of the window, leg propped up on a bar with your upper body reaching for your foot. He sighed, closing his sketchbook as he stomped toward his bike.

--

Steve and Bucky trudged back into the Compound, exhausted and irritated. Not only have they been unable to see you for a week and a half, forced to watch you through the cameras hidden throughout your apartment, but the mission had been a complete bust. They had been sent away to Northern Peru, where Fury had given them intel about a group of HYDRA smugglers shipping illegal weapons into the country. Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky spent twelve days in a cramped, boiling building across from the target's warehouse and managed to find nothing before Fury called them back.

Steve was sweaty, Bucky hadn't taken a shower in a week, and they missed you. Bucky wanted to touch you, he wanted to kiss you until you were breathless. He watched you on his phone when he could, often opting to watch the camera feed than to sleep.

Once they were in their suite, Steve stripped his uniform off, leaving it in a heap on the floor to pick up later. Right now he just wanted to feel clean. He turned the shower on and peeled his boxers off as Bucky undressed, Steve stepping below the showerhead. The warm water felt nice against his taut muscles, his shoulders relaxing under the water pressure. He watched the dirt and grime from the mission get washed away, down the drain in muddy-grey color.

As he massaged shampoo through his hair, his thoughts wandered back to you, fingers itching to run against your skin. The way your lips always looked so soft, how utterly delicious you would look with them wrapped around his cock. The sweet little noises you would make as he forced himself down your throat—you were so small, it wouldn't take much to make you choke on him.

Steve groaned as his fist wrapped around his length. Almost two weeks without imagining you on your knees, imagining your mouth on him and he was oh so sensitive. He cursed, running his thumb over his slit. He pictured your tongue dragging against his girth, your wrecked expression as you struggled to take him deeper, as Bucky struggled to fit himself in behind you. He fisted himself faster, gasping out your name.

"Yeah, baby," he mumbled to himself. "Just like that. Fuck."

He could only imagine how beautiful you would look when you came. Your skin sweaty, hips bucking, your innocent little eyes rolling to the back of your head as you squealed. Oh, you were definitely a squealer. They would make you cum over and over and—

He bit back a moan as he came, hot white spurts coating his stomach as he slowed his movements, nerves on fire. He sighed, rinsing himself off before he turned the water off. He was still hard, he wasn't sure he'd be able to get himself off.

The tips of his fingers buzzed as he redressed himself and Bucky hopped in the shower. Steve didn't know if it was the stress of the mission or the adrenaline you gave him, but he couldn't wait anymore. He didn't have the patience to wait anymore.

He was watching the camera feeds in your apartment when Bucky came out of the bathroom. All it took was one look from Steve—they already had it all planned out, they just had to put it into motion.

--

You struggled to unlock your door, twisting the key in the lock a few times, cursing as you pushed your shoulder against the door, stumbling as the door swung open. You managed to catch yourself before knocking over your vase of daisies, straightening as you waited for your world to stop spinning.

You knew it had been a bad idea when you agreed to go out tonight. You're such a lightweight and after just three shots and half a glass of wine, you're going to have a killer hangover in the morning. God, and it's three a.m. But Annie had begged you to come with them. You haven't hung out with her in so long, you were desperate to see her again. You just wished she hadn't dragged you out to a bar.

You dropped your handbag on your little dining room table, opening the refrigerator to pour yourself a glass of orange juice. You drank half the glass in a couple of gulps, letting out a sigh as you set the glass down. As you moved to pull your phone out of your purse, you heard the floorboards creak, like someone was taking a step.

You froze, looking down the hall. The boards in your bedroom creak like that when you step down on a certain spot, but you've been in the apartment long enough to learn where it is exactly and step around it.

As quietly as you could, you made your way down the hall, checking the bathroom. You've seen enough horror movies in your life to know never to close the shower curtain when you weren't using it, so with a quick glance you knew the room was empty.

Your bedroom was at the end of the hall, the door cracked open. You walked in, carefully looking around. Your closet door was open, the windows were closed, you turned and looked towards your dresser mirror and—

You saw the figure behind you before you could react. Your eyes went wide, their hand coming up to cover your mouth before you could muster a scream. Your hands flew up to the hand, legs kicking out as the intruder dragged you out of your bedroom. You screamed into the hand, thrashing as you felt a sharp prick in your neck.

"It's alright," they cooed. "Shhh, it's okay, doll. You're just gonna go to sleep for a little while, okay?"

You shook your head frantically, tears streaming down your face as you felt your body getting tired. You blinked furiously, trying to fight the sleepy feeling. Your muscles felt like dead weight, you stopped kicking your feet as your grip on the man's cold hand went slack.

"That's a good girl," he crooned. "Just relax, kitten. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth. Your vision blurred, and then everything went black.

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[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Lukanette June 2021 Day 16 - Longing

Much love to @lukanettejune

I feel this one is pretty self explanatory. Or maybe I just don’t wanna ruin the surprise. Enjoy lovebugs! <3

Luka sat on stage in a small pub in Spain. He was lit up by a blue spotlight, and he physically and mentally prepared his singing voice as the crowd waited in anticipation for his performance.

Then the piano player behind him played the romantic melody as Luka thought about the person most important to him.

"I know how it feels to wake up without her."

"Lying here all alone, just thinking about her."

Luka smiled in a melancholy way. As he sang the song, there was a longing in his voice that reminded him of being away from his girlfriend.

"I can't believe her hold on me! It's just so indescribable!"

"I know she knows but won't you please…."

Just then, Luka imagined Marinette in the crowd, smiling at him performing like she usually did.

"If you see my girl just tell her I miss her smile!"

"Tell her I'm counting the moments, gonna see her in a little while…."

"I know when she holds on to me,"

"She's the one thing that I can never live without."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh…"

"And tell her I love her."

"Just tell her I love her…."

All his melodies were for her that night.

~~~~

Marinette laid on the bed, holding her pillow to her chest. She was still wide awake, staring at the open balcony door where the blue moonlight shined in.

She knew this was pathetic. She didn't want to be codependent on Luka or obsessed with Luka. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in their apartment, but even though they dated since high school, she still missed him when he left on trips.

The bed was much bigger without him here, and it still had her handsome boyfriend's scent. Sure she had more room, but not enough room on the bed was never an issue when she had Luka's gentle touch comforting her each night.

Marinette turned on her back and let go of the pillow to grab her phone. This seemed obsessive now, but she tapped the music player app to turn on a playlist of Luka's songs.

Marinette felt so loved having her boyfriend dedicating songs to her, and Luka told her that when he leaves to do international performances, he misses her so much, and he counts the moments until they reunite.

That's why he wrote the song Marinette listened to.

"I know when she holds on to me,"

"She's the one thing that I can never live without."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!"

"And tell her I love her!"

Marinette managed to close her eyes and sleep as her phone kept playing music. She dreamt she was at a beautiful cafe where she watched Luka play music.

"Just tell her I love her."

~~~~

Luka loved relaxing and resting in luxury hotel rooms. But it wasn't the same without Marinette around.

All those times, he and Marinette caused mischief in hotel rooms from pillow fights and pillow forts. Eating take-out and watching movies in the dark. And the hotel rooms heightened Marinette and Luka's sexual relationship on the king-sized beds and claw bathtubs.

God, Marinette looked gorgeous that one time he walked in on her in the bathtub. Luka covered his blushing face with his hand and laid back on the bed. He couldn't sleep quite yet because he enjoyed the blue moonlight night.

And he missed her so, he wished she was here to mess up a hotel room with him.

Luka sat up and walked onto the balcony to look at the starlit night. He took his phone out of his pocket and saw a text from Marinette that she sent before his show.

"I love you! Good luck tonight, Luka!"

Luka smiled, and even if she was probably asleep by now, he texted back.

"I love you, my melody. Have sweet dreams tonight."

~~~~

Marinette woke up the next day wanting to just lay for an hour or two, but she realized Luka wouldn't want her to be sad all alone.

Since Marinette was alone, it was the perfect time to clean up the entire apartment. She vacuumed, dusted, and shook out all the rugs on the balcony while letting Kitty Section music filled her whole apartment. It all took a good chunk out of her morning before she worked on her art projects remembering that she still had to give 100% to her clients and customers.

And then Marinette made dinner in the quiet kitchen and felt scatterbrained for making too much dinner for one. So out of embarrassment, she called Kagami and Adrien and asked them if they wanted to join her for dinner.

The two of them were delighted and considered it a pleasant surprise to be treated to one of Marinette's home-cooked meals. Marinette agreed it was a delightful mistake on her part, and it felt good making dinner to share with her friends.

So the following day, Marinette invited Nino and Alya for breakfast. Marinette cooked eggs and bacon and made blueberry muffins from scratch.

Alya and Nino praised Marinette's blueberry muffins so highly that both of them took three each. Marinette was flattered.

But Marinette also realized too late she channeled her boyfriend's presence. Luka loved her blueberry muffins.

When Luka finally got a chance to text Marinette while sitting at a cafe, Marinette gleefully talked about what happened lately with her pleasant slip-ups.

She also mentioned she felt terrible for making blueberry muffins without him and that if she could send him a muffin through text message, she would.

Luka messaged back, saying that her muffins certainly tasted better than the blueberry muffin he ordered from the cafe. Another bittersweet note for Luka's current melody.

"They will taste even better when I finally return home," Luka texted.

"I'll make a fresh batch!" Marinette texted back.

Marinette's friends did realize she was a bit lonely, so Adrien and Kagami returned the favor by taking her out to dinner. Marinette got to enjoy expensive steak and potatoes that night.

Then later, Nino and Alya dragged her to the ice cream shop. Marinette certainly felt adored.

And then, for the next few nights, Luka couldn't help but text Marinette all night. Both of them were wide awake late at night, grinning and laughing at their phone screens.

Then it came time for the evening when Luka would return to France.

Marinette sauteed noodles and vegetables in the wok. They smelled just the way Luka liked them, and there were also chocolate lava cakes cooking in the oven.

Luka texted her that he was coming home soon, so Marinette worked hard to make sure dinner was ready by the time he came in.

Marinette blushed thinking about him as she stirred the noodles and vegetables, and then she snapped out of her trance when she heard the door unlock.

Luka opened the door, smiling and looking cute in his coat and scarf.

"Luka!" Marinette cried.

"Hey Marinette," he held his arms out as Marinette turned off the stove and ran into his arms as he lifted her up and spun her around. When Luka finally placed her down, Marinette got on her toes and planted a kiss on his soft lips. Luka returned the kiss and placed his hand on her cheek as they savored the moment.

But Luka broke the kiss because of the delicious smells from the kitchen.

"That smells wonderful," Luka said. "And it also smells like chocolate lava cake."

The oven beeped. "Yes!" Marinette cried. "Oh gosh, I need to get them out!" She ran back to the kitchen and grabbed her open mitts.

Luka followed behind her, being hypnotized by the delicious scents of Chinese food and chocolate. Luka stood by Marinette, and he was oh so tempted to eat some chocolate cake now.

"Sit down Luka, I will plate the food," Marinette said.

Luka said nothing and grabbed a plate out of the cabinet, and took a moment to kiss Marinette on the cheek. "I love you," he whispered.

The two of them had the best dinner in a while, finally being able to eat together again. The lovers finally felt at home talking and laughing. Luka was in heaven slurping up 2 helpings of noodles that Marinette made. They tasted perfect to him.

And then, the couple enjoyed the euphoria of homemade lava cake. Luka begged to eat three of them because he couldn't get enough cake with melted chocolate inside and vanilla bean ice cream.

But even more than that, he enjoyed sharing chocolate kisses with Marinette. He teased her by kissing and licking the chocolate that dripped from her lips, and Marinette achieved payback by doing the same. But when Marinette made her move, they were on the floor as Marinette kissed the chocolate off her boyfriend's lips.

When they finally finished dessert, they sighed in pleasure. The couple sat in bliss before Marinette finally felt the energy to wash the dishes. Now that Luka was home, he insisted on washing the dishes with her. Luka always helped Marinette wash dishes without complaint. It was these little moments where they found great joy.

But afterward, it was finally time to dim the lights as Marinette and Luka felt exhausted for the day.

When they both got into their pajamas, they eagerly got into bed together, and Luka made a sneak attack and hugged Marinette from behind, causing Marinette to giggle.

Luka kissed her on the cheek and took in her scent once more.

"I'm so happy we can do this again," Marinette said.

But then Luka released his hold on her and crawled on top of Marinette, so he was hovering over her. Balancing his knees and hands on the bed. He gave her a handsome smile, and his ocean blue eyes glowed in the moonlight.

"I'm on top of you now," he whispered.

Marinette grabbed him by his shoulders and threw him on his side as Marinette crawled her tiny body on his muscular chest and planted a kiss on his lips. Luka stroked Marinette's dark hair as they made out.

After an hour of play fighting, kissing, and cuddling, the couple fell asleep in each other's arms, looking so content and peaceful.

The longing they felt for so long ended in passion.

Author’s Note: Yeah, it’s just some sweet fluff of Marientte and Luka missing each other. The song for this fanfic is “Tell Her” by Jesse McCartney. A song that reminds me a hell of a lot of Lukanette. And I was a total Jesse fangirl as little girl!

Anyway, I hope you lovebugs enjoyed and I will see you all next prompt. <3 Night night!

#pro lukamari #lukanette #lukanette june 2021 #my writing #my fanfiction #fluffy!

[moneymingyu]

Like in The Movies

summary: in which hoshi watches way too many romance movies and has too many friends who like to watch him suffer.

word count: 2.7k words

pairing: nonidol!hoshi x reader

genre: fluff, comedy

a/n: not very proof read bc i’m super exhausted and my eyes are barely opened atm.

master list

Hoshi has always had this romanticized version of himself playing in the back of his mind.

The cool dude next to the jukebox with a leather jacket who flips a coin then plays the soundtrack to his life. The guy who you spill coffee all over in a Seattle coffee shop then exchange numbers as a form of an apology. The best friend you ask to fake date before realizing he’s been the one for you since day one. The enemy to lover, the boy next door, the childhood best friend you reunite with after years of separation. He partly blames it on all of the movies he watched growing up. A guilty pleasure of his has always been romance movies that he’d watch deep into the night when everything was still and calm. His favorites were the kinds that had him struggling to keep his hiccup at bay, the kinds that made him cry so hard that he’d wake up the next day with swollen eyes and a headache.

“Aren’t you tired of these movies?” Jihoon, his long time best friend and roommate, would ask.

“Never,” Hoshi would reply, unashamed.

He’s seen them all. The Notebook, More Than Blue, The Names of Love, Love Actually. Hoshi can quote them line by line with the same blocking. His friends think it’s impressive but Jihoon is tired of walking into the kitchen at 2AM just to see a Broadway musical in place.

So you’d think that somebody who is basically a book smart Romeo would have a better dating history but...Not Hoshi.

Look. It’s not Hoshi’s fault he’s so awkward. He didn’t ask for the lonely life! The lonely life chose him! So what if romance movies are the only way that he can feel butterflies in his stomach. Whose business is it other than his own?

“Hey Hosh! Remember that time freshman year your crush asked you to the spring fling and you responded by doing a tiger growl at them?”

“Oh my god, I almost forgot about that!” Jun covers his face, bursting into giggles at Jihoon’s trip down memory lane. “He got called a furry for the rest of the year!”

“Oh yeah? And who sat and ate lunch with said furry for the rest of the year?” Hoshi crosses his arms. “Till the day, you’re still eating lunch with the said furry!” A few head turn their way, giving the table an incredulous look. Hoshi sinks in his chair, silently wishing that the floor open and swallow him hole.

“Well maybe that’s because said furry is paying today,” Wonwoo smirks, swiping a fry from Hoshi’s plate.

“Aw, not you too!” Hoshi pouts. “Wonwoo, I put all my faith into you and this is what I get? Slander like a salamander?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jun (who, in Hoshi’s opinion, has said way more questionable things) asks with raised eyebrows.

“Nevermind. It sounded better in my head.” Hoshi sighs, pressing his fingers to his temples.

“C’mon Hoshi,” Wonwoo leans his head on his shoulder. “You know I was kidding. I would sit with you even if you were a real furry.”

“Can we stop talking about furries?!”

“Yo. What do you got against furries? We don’t kink shame around here.”

“Jun, if you say one more thing, I’m going to do an eagle screech right here.”

“That’s not really helping with the furry situation,” Jun mumbles under his breath.

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest in new friends for the sake of his sanity.

-

“I’m sure somebody likes you, Soon!” Seungkwan offers. “What about the dance studio? Lots of potential there,” he shimmies his shoulders while Dokyeom nudged him from the other side of the couch.

These are his people, he thinks as they watch My Sassy Girl for the tenth time this week.

“He’s right! You’re always a ball of confidence there! Why not try to pick somebody up? Oh!” Dokyeom looks like a lightbulb has gone off inside his head. “What about the receptionist? They’re cute! I heard they’re single too and with Valentine’s Day coming up-“

“Dokyeom! Don’t talk about the V word!”

“Virginity?”

“The other V-word!”

“V-vagi-“

“VALENTINES DAY!” Seungkwan smacks his hand over his mouth like the saying had seared his tongue.

“Oh my god, Valentine’s Day is coming up!” Hoshi whines, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his face in them. “I’m going to be alone again!”

“Hey! You always spend Valentine’s Day with us!” Dokyeom frowns.

“We’re going to be alone again!” he moans out.

Seungkwan scoffs. “Speak for yourself. I have a date.”

This causes Soonyoung’s head to snap up. “Huh? A date?” Seungkwan nods, crossing his arms and turning his nose up. “Ah, c’mon! Who is it! You know you wanna tell us!”

“I would tell you if I knew who it was,” Seungkwan sighs, falling back into the couch. “Vernon and Dino set me up on a blind date. Wait? Should I ask them to set you up on one too? You know, Dino’s really good at using Tinder. He made me a profile and then swiped with matches for me and now I’m going on a blind date! Wait, should me and Dokyeom make you one? Quick Dokyeom, what would be the anthem to Hoshi’s life?”

Hoshi gawks at how quick his friends are to move. Seungkwan already has the dating app open while Dokyeom searches up the Les Misérable soundtrack. “Can you guys not?” Hoshi frowns.

But it’s too late. His words are unheard as Dokyeom starts to belt out the words to “Do You Hear the People Sing?” all while Seungkwan is editing pictures of Hoshi for his profile picture.

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest in new friends for the sake of his sanity.

-

“Thanks for inviting me out, Joshua! I needed some new shoes.”

Joshua is one of the sanest people Hoshi knows. Hoshi thinks it’s because he’s from LA and the people from LA in all the movies he’s watched are super carefree and accepting.

“Don’t mention it,” Joshua smiles while shoving his feet into a pair of slides. “Jeonghan broke my slides yesterday while taking out the trash and tried to pin it on Kkuma. Seungcheol then lectured us for two hours about how we shouldn’t blame things on his daughter then made Jeonghan transfer me the money.”

“Isn’t Kkuma a dog?..” Hoshi smiles from the bench across from him.

“You know Cheol,” Joshua chuckles. “Actually, I also invited you out because I have to ask you a favor! You can object, of course, and I won’t be mad.” Hoshi nods, signaling the older to go on. “Well, actually...The three of us are going away for the weekend. And we usually ask Mingyu and Myungho to watch Kkuma when we’re gone but Myungho has this giant art exhibition and Mingyu’s working double shifts at his bakery so-“ he shrugs. “I think you know where I’m going with this. Could you dog sit Kkuma for us? I’m sure Jihoon will be fine with it. But if you have plans for the Valentine’s Day weekend-“

“No!” Hoshi sighs in relief. “Please give me Kkuma. I’m begging at this point!” Joshua laughs, nodding his head. “You really saved my ass, hyung. The guys are trying to set me up on a blind date but I checked out Seungkwan’s phone while he was in the bathroom and none of them were my type.”

“Consider it a deal,” Joshua smiles, reaching across and ruffling his hair. “Knew I could count on you, Soonie.” Hoshi smiles. He’s so glad to have a friend like Joshua. He really keeps his sanity in tact.

-

Hoshi decides right then and there that he needs to invest new friends for the sake of his sanity.

Kkuma has been barking nonstop all night, whining and crying and even peed in Hoshi’s brand new pair of shoes.

Hoshi doesn’t even know why Kkuma hates him so much but the dog’s antics are enough to have Jihoon packing up and telling him he’ll be back Monday afternoon before leaving to Jun and Wonwoo’s apartment. To make matters worse, Joshua told Hoshi that their trip was technology free so that they could “become spiritually woke.” So any hopes of calling for advice is hopeless.

Hoshi doesn’t understand why Kkuma hates him. He’s a very likeable guy, in his opinion. Bobpul (Mingyu’s dog) would never treat him like this.

“Kkuma, please!” he whines. “I’m standing up a date for this! Please spare me some mercy!” he cries out. The dog jumps up and barks repeatedly. He rubs his eyes over his face. “I don’t understand how something so tiny can make so much noise!”

He rubs his temples. “Okay. If I were Seungcheol, what would I do? Think like Seungcheol. What would Seungcheol do?” Hoshi pouts his lips, puffs out his chest and lowers his voice. “Yah! Kim Mingyu! Watch where you’re walking!” he imitates him from the thousands of times the group has hung out.

He holds the position for a couple of seconds before deflating. “I can’t even hear myself think!” he groans over the barking. “You haven’t even slept yet! Aren’t you tired?” Suddenly an idea pops into his mind.

“I know! Let’s go to the park! Maybe that’ll tire you out! Would you like that? Let’s go!” And they’re off within ten minutes.

It’s a nice day out, thankfully. Warm but not too hot. And though Kkuma is jumping with joy to be at the park, Hoshi thinks he’d rather be at home listening to the dog’s endless whining when he sees the grassy area is packed with couples having a picnic.

He can’t hate, honestly. Picnics are cliché and Hoshi is all for clichés. But it does remind him that today is Valentine’s day and he’s the only one here without somebody to hold hands with.

“Kkuma, you’ll be my Valentine. Right?” he asks as he unclips her leash. But sadly, the dog has other plans as she runs off to play with another dog.

He sighs, plopping down in the grass and picking at the blades. He can’t believe that Kkuma ditched him. After Hoshi bought a new frisbee just for them to play with! He’s deeply offended and will not let Seungcheol live it down when he comes back.

He gives up trying to braid the grass and leans back on his hands, watching the other couples and making up stories about them in their head. He guesses how they met, what their plans are for the day and almost plays it out like a movie in his head.

He’s contemplating becoming a director but then decides that’s too hard and decides maybe he should try writing fanfiction on Archive of Our Own. He’s already picking out his favorite ships from Monsta X when he suddenly hears a shriek from behind him.

“Oh no!” the person whines. “I can’t believe I stepped in dog-“

“Shit!” Hoshi pops up as he sees Kkuma standing at the sidewalk. He sees the disgruntled look on your face then looks down at Kkmua, who looks the happiest she’s been since Hoshi got her. “Hi!” he says rather worriedly. “I’m so sorry! This is my fault! I wasn’t watching Kkuma and to be honest, this dog kind of hates me but here!” He shoves a packet of tissues he had in his back pocket into your hands. “You can have these! Wait I think I have wet wipes in my bag. Just give me a second and,” he drops to his knees, fumbling with his backpack, “Kkuma is just a baby but I promise she’s not usually like this! She’s so well behaved but I think she has some kind of hidden agenda against me because her dad took me out to eat pork belly the other week. Oh! Here they are! Here, do you want me to wipe it off for you? I don’t mind! It’s my fault and plus, I’ve been picking up Kkuma’s dog poop all day. For somebody so small, she sure does poop a lot! And-“ Hoshi suddenly freezes, a heat rising up from the back of his neck onto his cheeks and into his ears.

Seriously?! he thinks. You seriously went on a rant about dog poop! Just when I thought I had some hope in you, Soonyoung, you prove me wrong again! You’re gonna die alone! You hear me? ALONE!

Hoshi slowly brings himself up from his kneeling position. “I mean...” he awkwardly laughs. And to his surprise, you laugh back. But not in a mocking way like people usually do. You seem genuinely amused by his rant.

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m over it,” you giggle. “I just have to be dramatic about it first.” Hoshi nods slowly, too scared to say anything else. “My names YN.”

“Soonyoung,” he bows slightly. “But my friends call me Hoshi.”

“Oh! Like tiger gaze?” you ask, making claws at him for emphasis.

“Oh! Uh! Exactly, actually!” he grins.

You nod. “I think I’ve heard of you actually,” you explain. “My friend works at Seventeen Dance Company and he’s always talking about his funny friend Hoshi.”

“Oh? Who’s your friend? I must know them!”

“It’s Minghao,” you reply. “I was actually on my way to his art exhibition.” Hoshi nods his head, understanding. “Were you not going to go?”

“Myungho doesn’t like when our friend group goes to his art exhibitions. We got fired after Mingyu had one too many drinks and started to strip talking about some ‘life imitates art’ while standing next to a bust.” His face flushes an even deeper red. “I’m sorry! I don’t know when to shut up sometimes. I’m not good at this.”

You shrug, “I’m having fun.”

“Really?” Hoshi gasps.

You nod. “Yeah. Now c’mon, give me those wet wipes. You’re gonna come with me to Hao’s event. He told me I can bring a plus one and the venue is pet friendly!”

-

“And that’d how I met YN!” Hoshi grins at the round table of his friends.

“I can’t believe romance movie enthusiast met the person of his dreams over dog poop,” Jeonghan scoffs. “I’m taking full credit for this relationship, by the way. I call best man at the wedding.”

“What? Why do you get credit?!” Seungkwan rebuttals.

“Because the weekend get away was my idea,” he smirks.

“Yeah well Kkuma is my dog so I should be the best man!” Seungcheol argues.

“Hold up. If it weren’t for me and Seungkwan making Hoshi a tinder, who knows what would’ve happened this weekend while he was avoiding us,” Dokyeom points outs out, crossing his arms.

“But Vernon and I were the ones who taught Seungkwan how to even use tinder!” Dino retorts.

Jun scoffs, “You guys wouldn’t even know what tinder was if it weren’t for me and Wonwoo.”

“But I’m his roommate so I get automatic best man rights,” Jihoon says.

“Yeah but YN is my friend and she was heading to my exhibition so by default, I’m going to be the best man because I didn’t even kick Hoshi out when he showed up.”

“Yeah, still offended,” Mingyu rolls his eyes. “How many times do I have to say sorry until you accept my apology?!”

“Until I’m not known as the artist who had a quote unquote ‘model’ take his clothes off in the middle of my show so that I could prove that life can imitate art!”

Hoshi shakes his head and laughs as the argument wages on with you tucked under his chin.

“Are they always like that?” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah but...I don’t think I’d trade them for the world,” Hoshi replies, smiling.

It’s right then and there that Hoshi decides that he has all the friends that he needs and for the sake of his sanity, he will have to keep them. They did, after all, lead them to you.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen au #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #choi seungcheol #s.coups #yoon jeonghan #joshua hong #hong jisoo #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #woozi #wen junhui #moon junhui #jun #lee dokyeom #dk #lee seokmin #vernon chwe #hansol chwe vernon #lee chan #dino #kim mingyu #boo seungkwan #the8 #xu minghao #myungho #hoshi one shot #hoshi fanfic

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

Saiyan Mates {Son Goku} - 2. Stretching

Stretching

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "Dragon Ball", it belongs to its original creator Akira Toriyama. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release. Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me.

I will be writing out scenes even if my Oc isn't in them. As long as she's mentioned, or influencing the characters in some way. Or maybe because it influences the story. This may seem a bit annoying. But that's just how I write. I like to embed my characters into the story line. Because of this, most of the dialogue/scenes will come from the original work.

Warnings: Spoilers for Dragon Ball Z episode 11, Mentions of killing and death, Mates, Cursing, Violence

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Today's Special (Curse word involved)

"You want a whore, buy one.

You want a queen, earn her."

~ Cersei Lannister

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{Atena P.O.V.}

I woke up with a yawn, my eyes fluttering open. I was already expecting this. Sleeping gases never worked on me for too long, so I always needed two doses, versus Vegita and Nappa's one dose.

I turned to stare out the pod's only window and grin as I saw a planet in the distance. I rubbed my stiff neck, hmm, maybe stretching my body would help a bit.

I turned on my communication device, "Nappa, Vegeta! Get up!" I screamed as loud as I could.

I heard a groan from Vegeta, "God dammit Atena." He cursed as he woke up.

I smirked, "You up or-"

"I'm up!" He growled out. "But that idiot clearly isn't. Nappa, wake up!" He commanded.

The older man grumbled, "I'm awake. What's going on?" He asked, confused.

"Nothing much. But Atena wants to make a stop and stretch a bit, get some exercise." At this point, Vegeta didn't need his sister to tell him what was on her mind. He saw the planet and knew what she had wanted instantly. "Planet Arlia is right over there. Maybe we could sell it for a nice price."

I nodded, "I'm pretty sure that the party from Araclion is looking to expand. They'd be more than happy to pay a pretty penny for Arlia."

"That sounds good." Nappa agreed, turning on the lights on his space pod. "I hope these Arlians know how to fight. We haven't had any real competition since I can remember."

We then set a course for Arlia. Once we had entered the planet's gravity, we let it pull us down. And landed with a bang.

I climbed out of my pod, only to stare at a complete waste land with broken ruins scattered around.

"Aww man, what a mess. Not much is there." said Nappa from behind me.

"Obviously not." My brother rolled his eyes. "Let's have a look around shall we."

I sighed, "Sure, nothing better to do."

I watched Nappa pat a pillar lightly, only for it to crumble upon impact. "Are you sure you can get a high price for this planet?" He asked me.

"Doubt it." Vegeta answers.

But I shook my head, "On the contrary. As boring as this run down planet is, it's actually a selling point. We could actually charge more on the basis that the people buying it wouldn't need to tear anything down."

"Let's check around a little longer." Says Vegeta.

Our scouter then begins beeping as the ground near us bursts open and two large, blue caterpillar-like creatures attack us. My eyes zone in on their heads, Where two smaller aliens appear to be riding them.

"You are trespassing on Arlian territory." One of them says to us.

"Make one move and we'll blast ya." The other adds. "It was a good day to go hunting after all."

"Let's give them a proper welcome." His friend snickered.

I stare at the two creatures, unimpressed. I turned to my brother, "A proper welcome would be at least 1000 men, for each of us."

My brother rolls his eyes, "Oh please, just look at them. They'd need 10,000 just to land an attack."

"Let's just blast them." Nappa suggests.

"Eassy." Vegeta commands him.

"Surrender peacefully or face the consequences." One of them threatens.

"No." The Saiyan prince answers.

The bug looks surprised, I think at least. It then quickly says, "You left us no choice. Prepare to be destroyed then!" It fires a red beam from his mouth?... I think.

I can see it hit me, but don't feel a thing. The only trace it leaves is the dust that kicks up from the ground.

"That's the end of them." I can hear one of them say.

I let out a yawn, as the other two gasp to see us continuing to stand in front of them as if nothing had happened.

"Surrender at once!" They shout.

"Yeah! Make me!" Nappa screams back.

'Nappa. Surrender to them.' My brother commands us, through the familia bond.

I stare at him, not amused. 'Come one, let's have some fun, we're here.' He tells me.

I sigh, relenting. 'Fine. I'll play along with your little game. But if this ends up another stupid, wimpy male trying to mate with me, your going to owe me. BIG TIME!'

We extend our wrists forward as the two bug-like aliens begin rejoicing, "Yeah, they're giving up."

"I guess we're too much for them." His partner adds.

"They sure are ugly."

"But they'll be good entertainment for the king. Especially the women." One of them says, cuffing my wrists.

I feel my eyebrow twitch at the comment, 'Screw you Vegeta!' I curse through the link.

*****

I yawed in bordem as we were carried in a cage, pulled by the large insects most likely towards where their king is. 'Well if he's a king, he should at least have some guards.' I told the other two.

'That's exactly what I'm hoping for.' My brother responds.

As were herded into a jail cell, the man cackles, "You should be glad to know your cell doesn't have any rate. The prisoners ate them all."

"Oh, joy." I comment drily.

"Why you!" The bug-like creature shouts.

"Wait!" His friend pulls him back. "You know the king prefers his women to be mark free."

"Remind me to get that guy." Nappa growls.

"Sure." I shrug. "But the king's mine." After the sexist comments I can just feel coming my way, I'm deserve to be the one to end that pathetic life, so I'm calling dibs.

"Look at those aliens!" I hear from my left.

"They sure are ugly."

"Maybe they think we're the ugly ones." Another adds.

"Speak for yourself." His friend grunts back.

"Be quiet all of you. It doesn't matter what they look like. They're stuck in here just like the rest of us." One with a golden bangle on his arm chastises the rest of the group. "They're just more victims of that tyrant king. Locked away and left to rot." he says, rubbing his arm.

Yeah buddy, there's no way I'm pulling the pin on that grenade.

But, apparently, I didn't need to. "I'm afraid you visitors have come at a bad time. The new king of Arlia is very ruthless. He uses the prisoners for his own amusement. He even went as far as to steal my wife Lemlia on the day we were to be married. So you can imagine the pain I feel."

I scoffed, "So he's married and handsy. Isn't he the complete package."

I heard footsteps and turned my attention to two females of the race walking towards the cell holding something... pink?

ARE THOSE FRILLS?!

WHO THE HELL USES THAT MUCH LACE?!

Yeah, hell no!

I turn to my brother, "I'm done." And with that, I blast the cell bars open with an energy blast.

The guards instantly begin filling in, only to be met with the same fate as the cell blasts.

"Couldn't leave any for us?" My brother raises an eyebrow.

"Oh come on. Perhaps the ones upstairs may be stronger, though I doubt it." I suggest.

We walk upstairs and to the loudest room in time to hear the king calling for us.

"Don't put yourself out." says Vegeta, "We're already here."

"What's the meaning of this? Why don't these prisoners have an armed escort? And why is that female dressed in such a manner?"

"Dressed? You mean that pink monstrosity? Yeah, you wouldn't catch my dead body in that!" I scoffed.

"I don't know my sire." The alien next to him answered. "No orders were sent to the dungeon."

"Your guards met with an unfortunate accident." Vegeta answered.

"How dare you?"the king shouted, "Soon it will be your turn to be met with an unfortunate accident!" He screams at my brother, and then turns to me. "And you! You should be honoured that I even considered you."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh please. You aren't even strong enough to be considered my pet, let alone my mate."

Please, as if I ever consider a man like him. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to pin me down. As a Saiyan it was in my natural instincts to desire a strong mate. My true mate may have died on our planet. But that doesn't mean I'd ever even think of having a child with such a weakling.

The man on the throne growls before turning to the cotton candy like women to his right. "You may not want to watch this my dear."

I sighed in exasperation and put a hand on my hip, "Yeah, sure. Tell her to turn away after you were just talking about doing things with another women, you disgusting pig."

"Why you! My guards shall make short work off this repulsive creatures."

"Really?" My brother asks in mock surprise.

"Ah, let's see." The man nodes, tapping his finger. "Yes, we'll test the big one with the shiny head against our champion in combat. The little one may go next, and we'll save the women for last. Now teach them a lesson."

A large alien from behind us then jumped at Nappa, only for Vegeta to shoot a line of energy blast out of his index finger and middle finger. Blasting his head clean off, and killing him instantly.

"Huh? I guess that makes you the new champion Vegeta." Nappa comments.

My brother chuckles only for the king, still calmly counter with. "Not bad. But 10 of our finest warriors have already mastered techniques using energy just like yours."

"They have?" Vegeta asks, turning around, "Interesting. We'd like to fight them."

I nod, "Who knows. Maybe I'll finally get to stretch a bit."

"Ready?" The saiyan prince asks.

The king let out a cry of outrage, "I'll see you suffer for your insolence!"

"Yeah, whatever." Nappa responded, "Can we get on with this already."

"Ah, how dare you!"

I chuckled, "Easy, you just need to spit out the words."

His 'elite' guards became to surround us, and fire off a red energy blast from their mouths in unison.

I touched the small sparks that were left behind. "How weak." I sighed.

"Was that it? It felt real good. It was refreshing." Vegeta antagonised them.

"Oh. I'll make you pay." The king growled. "If you think you can just walk out of here. You're sadly mistaken."

"You know what's funny, Vegeta?" I turned to my brother. "He keeps saying 'I' as if he's going to be the one fighting. It's hilarious."

"Guards! Attack! Destroy them!"

I sighed, "All right. Play times over." I created a circle of energy around me, and then expanded it outward. Then, when it was at the feet of the men, I shot the bright ring of energy upward, slicing off various parts of the aliens. Killing them.

"Aww come on Antenna. Couldn't you have left any for us." Nappa complained.

"What's the point?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "They're all weak."

"Open the gates!" The king commanded in fear.

I then began to hear gears turning and a section of the ground in front of us open. And from it, a large brown insect rose.

"So it's the giant bug from the ground trick?" My brother scoffed.

I shrugged, "I personally liked the giant rat a little better. It's screams were surprisingly nice."

"You need to destroy these creatures. They're bad. Very, very bad!" The king ordered the giant beast pointing at us."

"That's it!" I growl. "I'm done." I walked over to the king, startling him. "Please die." I smile at him kindly, before flicking his forehead with my index finger, and sending his head flying off his body.

"We're bad?" Nappa asks.

"Well a little." Vegeta answers.

"Correction." I challenge, "We're bad people, but great Saiyan's." I pretend to wipe a tear from my eye, "Oh how proud daddy must be."

Vegeta scoffs, "Daddy's girl."

I smirk, "Oh please, your just jealous that I was the favourite."

The large insect takes a swipe at us, only for us to jump up, like some kind of game of skip rope.

Nappa lands on some steps, and the giant bug gives chase.

"Lucky." I pout. "The only thing maybe worth fighting."

It then tries to lunge for Vegeta, only to miss and lose his balance, crashing onto the ground.

It begins shooting lasers at us, at which point we begin flying around.

"Hey ugly!" Nappa calls it. It thrusts a fist at the bald man, only for Nappa to grab the claw.

The bug begins the whimper as Nappa pulls his claw right out.

The creature makes a desperate attempt to capture him in his hands, only for Nappa to jump away at the last second.

"Hey! I got one more little surprise for you." Nappa then throws an energy ball straight at it, blowing him up.

The remaining aliens began crawling out, and at that point I checked out. "See yeah. I'm going back to sleep." With that I enter my pod, and once again set the coordinates for Earth. Only for once again my inner beast begins crawling around in my mind.

'We'll get some action soon." I tell her, figuring she was just feeling caged. I only hear her mutter something about mate.... before the sleeping gas kicks in, and I fall asleep.

*****

There's an Easter egg up there, did anyone spot it?

Heads up, there will definitely be Chi-Chi bashing. For all of you who like her, sorry. But it had to be done for the sake of the story. Remember, this is a fanfiction, so will by amplifying all her flaws by like 50, which can make anyone seem bad. So don't hate on me, the story, or the real Chi-Chi (and she tries her best in her situation). Because this is just a fanfiction.

Also someone pointed out to me that I accidentally wrote Vegeta's name with an 'i', as Vegita, a couple times. So sorry for that guys. And thanks for pointing that out, I'll try my best not to make that mistake again

Another thing I will be changing is - as the story progresses, Goku's saiyan instincts will help sharpen his mind, and his other senses. So smarter, and slightly darker and possessive Goku.

You can read the other chapters of this story (in order) on Wattpad, Quotev, Fanfiction.Net, Ao3, or Webnovel - Under the username Animeloverforever1127 (Under the same title of course). Or you could shuffle around my tumbler, (I’ll try to keep my tags constant) but I’d go with the first - just seems like a lot less work.

#animeloverforever1127 #Saiyan Mates {Son Goku} - 2. Stretching #Saiyan Mates #Saiyan Mates {Son Goku} #2. Stretching #Stretching #goku #vegeta #vegeta's sister #vegeta's sister x goku #dragon ball z #dragon ball #fanfiction

[frisbee-camp]

Let Me Help

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Tj and Cyrus have been friends for a long time, but will that change after life comes crashing down and impulsive decisions catch up to them? (Angst, Ambi, love notes, slow burn, aged up so they're all in high school, god tier ships, mental health, and like a whole bunch more ladies! Let’s get this angst.)

Chapter 9 Unresolved 

"What do you mean you saw them kiss!?" Cyrus had practically yelled, Nala jumped. Andi and Buffy had told Cyrus that they saw Jonah with Walker the entire night, practically attached to the hip. "He's been avoiding us a lot lately," Andi frowned and bit her lip. Buffy nodded and added, "Plus, Marty said there were rumors that Walker was dating a boy." "But, Jonah?" Cyrus said, slumped, "Jonah Hercules Beck is straight..." "No one's straight Cy," Andi said as they pointed between themselves and Cyrus, "we would know." "Yea, but..." Cyrus trailed off. He had totally believed Jonah Beck™ was 100% straight. But now that he knew he was with Walker, he felt a sudden urge of jealousy. He was the complicated one, he was the gay one, not perfect and popular Jonah Beck. Cyrus grimaced, his cheeks felt hot. "Cyrus?" Buffy said, "are you alright? It's OK to be jealous." "Yeah Cy, we all know you liked Jonah, it was pretty obvious," Andi said smiling, "but now that means you can focus on TJ! Who has a total massive humungo crush on you!"  "Guys, I don't know why I said I liked him, I think it's because he defended me. It's because he defended me right? I mean no guy will ever like me," Cyrus said as his friends gave him shocked looks. "You've got to be kidding right! You've got the toughest guy in all of Jefferson basically in love with you and you don't even see it? You're all he sees Cyrus! D'you think he'd punch his longest friend over anyone? Don't be so oblivious," Buffy huffed, clearly over Cyrus' lack of self-esteem. After that, their conversation shifted to Buffy complaining about all of the girls that flirted with Marty and Andi complaining about never being able to see Amber because of her work schedule. Cyrus stayed silent for most of it, thinking back to when he woke up in his own sweater. Any other jock would have thought it was embarrassing or dorky, but TJ had kept it. His heart skipped a beat. Maybe he did like TJ? But, at the same time, he thought about how Jonah was going out with Walker, and that made his skin burn. It was worse than when Andi dated him, at least then he thought he had no chance, but now? Now that Jonah was, bi? pan? questioning? Whatever, Cyrus was still bitter. He envied Walker. What did he have that Cyrus didn't? Art skills? He could take a class. He's an artist! He'd won an award for his screenplay. Whatever, he thought, I'll just make Jonah jealous, we'll see how he feels then.  When his friends had left after telling him that their "relationship intervention" was over, Cyrus received a text from TJ.  From Cool Basketball Guy!!!: Hey Cy, hope you got home safe and everything, I'm sorry I punched Reed... Are we still cool? 😬 To Cool Basketball Guy!!!: Yes :0 thanks again,,,,,sry i was a mess lol. see you tomorrow?  From Cool Basketball Guy!!!: Of course :) See you at lunch? To Cool Basketball Guy!!!: Yup WOOP WOOp 💥 Cyrus couldn't help but frown at his own text message. Ugh, I'm such a dork. He immediately texted Buffy and Andi for help.  To GHC👩🏻👩🏾‍🦱🌈❣️: Cyrus 💕🕍✨: I think I just said I liked him because he defended me, so I'm overthinking it right? Like we're friends, so nothing will happen PLUS HES A HET!!1 ANDIII😽: cyrus stop overthinking everything, this happened with me and amber too remember???? BufFY 😩🙆🏽‍♀️: HE LIKES YOU DONT BE A DUMBBASSSSSS, THE ENTIRE SCHOOL KNOWSSSSSSSS LOOK AT THE VIDEO I DMD YOU ON IG GODDAMN  ANDIII😽: Buffyyyy we weren't supposed to show him that.... BufFY 😩🙆🏽‍♀️: he needs to know Cyrus was never into social media, he only went on to comment encouraging things on his friend's new posts. He even had his notifications off, but once he opened the underused app, his screen was filled with dm's, new followers, and comments. He quickly scrolled through most of them. Many of them asked if he was Dating TJ?! One said Hi cy i know u dont know me but ur like really brave another said idk who ur kidding, tj is straight lmaooo and another said hey is it true? His heart raced, he suddenly needed to stand up. Where would people get such an idea? Sure, people must have seen TJ fighting with Reed, but he didn't think people would connect that to him. TJ was respected, Cyrus wasn't, why would Tj's actions be caused by Cyrus? Cyrus opened Buffy's direct message, which had been pushed to the bottom of his feed by the time he went looking for it. It was a dark video, but Cyrus managed to catch an out of focus TJ and Reed standing in Iris' living room. He turned up the volume,  "-somewhere else!"  He heard Tj say, he looked disheveled and sweaty. "GOD, What is with you. Do you like him or something?" Cyrus gasped at the same time as the camera person. Is this the source Buffy and Andi were talking about? "So we were right, you do like him! And now you're choosing him over us?! We've been friends longer than you have with that loser-" Cyrus' eyebrows raised as he saw TJ's fist come in contact with Reed's face. The rest of the video was a blur of curse words and drunk teenagers chanting "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"  Cyrus sat down on his bed, unable to comprehend what had just seen. Now he knew why he was getting so many notifications. He didn't know TJ could resort to violence like that. Hearing about a fight is much different than seeing that. But, he smiled. TJ had defended him, plus someone liked him! Him! Anxious, depressed, confused Cyrus Goodman who hated loud noises and sports. He felt light and airy, but most importantly he felt needed, more needed than ever. He had almost wanted to come out to his parents right then and there. They were all there, of course, sipping their wine about twenty feet away. He had quickly texted his friends a shocked cat gif and turned off his phone as he walked out of his room with newfound confidence.  "Hey Cy," one of his parents had called to him suspiciously, he didn't care which. TJ Kippen liked him and maybe he liked him back.  "Hello parentals," Cyrus said cheerily as he sat in an empty dining room seat, they were still having brunch, which had now turned into wine and ice cream. Cyrus picked at the leftover grapes and popped them into his mouth grinning.  "You look very happy today Cy, what did those girls do to you in there?" Norman joked. Cyrus shrugged and chucked uncomfortably.  "Whatever happened to that girlfriend of yours Cy? Ilene was her name?" a mom said. "No Sharron, it was Ivy," Todd said. "No, I'm pretty sure it's Isa," Leslie said. "Guys, you're all wrong. It's Iris. And we were never really together and I don't want to talk about this with my parents right now," Cyrus got up to leave, but one of his parents called out to him.  "Wait! Cy! Don't close us off so quickly. Just tell us, are there any new girls we should know about?" Shannon wiggled her eyebrows, Leslie nudged her side. Cyrus laughed a little too loud, "NO," he said, "no girls mom, never."  "Never?" Todd said, quizzically. Cyrus stopped. Did I just out myself through a joke? Am I really boo boo the fool?  "Cyrus?" His mom said, "do you want to tell us something we might already know? You know you can trust us." Cyrus thought about how his parents were trained in observing and analyzing. He knew that if he didn't answer, then they'd know he was hiding something if he answered too quickly they'd also know, and if he said anything at all they'd also know. He stood still instead, hoping that some being would impossibly teleport him to a different planet. Maybe Pluto? he thought Pluto is cute, and very far away from here.  "Cyrus?" His parents called again. Cyrus stared at the wall behind them, unable to speak. He gave one last chuckle and turned to walk a little too quickly to his room. He put on his headphones, played his playlist titled I'M A BIG FAT HOPELESS ROMANTIC and looked at the messages left on his phone. They ranged from encouraging Bitmojis to angry girls telling him to back off.  Oh my god, tomorrow is going to be hell. Cyrus spent the rest of the day nervously doing his homework in anticipation of tomorrow. Normally, he'd text TJ whenever he was nervous, but now that he was the reason for his anxiety, he stuck to his history notes. He had come out of his room only when he knew half of his parents were gone. Monday morning was relatively quiet, his parents had decided to not ask him about what had happened yesterday, which he was eternally grateful for. However, that was not the root of all of his worry.  Once he got to school, Cyrus immediately knew something was different. For the first time in his life, people his age noticed him. Everyone's eyes followed him down the hall, to and from his classes, and even during the peak hallway traffic. Thankfully, he had Buffy and Andi the entire day to protect him. Sure, they could protect him from direct attack, but he could still see kids whispering and pointing at him.  During lunch, Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus sat at their usual spot.  "Okay you guys, things are different now, be prepared." Buffy had warned them both. Cyrus felt uneasy, he knew something was about to happen, but he didn't know what. They had been discussing how to address Jonah's new boyfriend without being overbearing. They decided to not bring it up.  Just then, Marty and Amber walked up to the table and sat next to their respective partners, leaving Cyrus alone with his muffin for the millionth time. He thought about texting TJ, but he didn't know what to say to him.  "Cyrus!" Amber said, "I'm glad you're feeling better. TJ should be here soon."  Suddenly, the cafeteria doors opened and in came Jonah holding hands with Walker. Cyrus made a fist. They sat down a little too happily, Cyrus looked down at his tray. He felt tears pool in his eyes.  "Hello there," Buffy eyed them. Cyrus tentatively looked over at Jonah who seemed grounded. There was something different about him as if a light he didn't know existed had been turned on. He watched as Jonah talked to his friends, he didn't listen to what they were saying, he was too busy looking at how Jonah looked at Walker every so often just to smile at him. Cyrus wanted that. He wanted someone who understood him, someone who grounded him in reality, someone that didn't make him feel so lost.  "So," he heard Jonah say in his direction, "I heard that TJ likes you. I thought you guys were already together?" Cyrus thought he heard a twinge of jealousy in his voice, but it might have been his imagination.  Cyrus suddenly couldn't handle it anymore, from the stares to the questions, to gently coming out to his parents, it was too much. He silently stood up. His friends eyed him. "I need," Cyrus started but couldn't seem to verbalize his thoughts. What did he need? Something, he needed something. "Something," he said, before quietly packing his things and walking towards the cafeteria exit. Before he could exit, he saw TJ walk in. Cyrus saw the confidence oozing out of him, his stomach churned.  "Hey," TJ smiled at him, "Where are you headed? Lunch just started." "Oh, I was going to uh-" Cyrus looked up at Tj, Did his face get cuter? "I uh, was going to go sit with Andi and Buffy and them," he looked for an escape, but TJ was already turning him back around to join his friends.  "Come on then silly, they're the other way," TJ grinned. Cyrus hid behind TJ for most of the walk back to the table, the whispers they were getting were becoming unbearable, he wanted to cry. He couldn't make himself look his friends in the eyes when he sat back down. "Is this the something you needed?" Marty chuckled, Buffy jabbed him with her elbow. Cyrus fiddled with a broken spork as his friends continued talking about Jefferson gossip. Tj had inched himself closer to Cyrus, he let him. He hadn't noticed how different he felt with TJ around. How much easier living seemed to be. Before he knew it, he and TJ were shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg. He still couldn't bring himself to look at his friends, but they were used to his daily mini meltdowns. TJ started to laugh at something Walker had said, Cyrus grinned slightly He fits in so well. He saw Tj look down at him worried, he gently pried the spork out of his hands, it had started to draw blood. Cyrus hadn't noticed.    "What's wrong? Do you want to leave?" Tj softly asked him. Cyrus gave a small nod, his heart lurched. There were too many eyes on him.  Tj quickly packed away his things and gave his friends an excuse. Before walking away, Cyrus saw Jonah frown at them.  Cyrus didn't know where Tj was taking him, but he didn't really care. In the hallway, Cyrus thought he heard a noise. Once they rounded the corner, he saw Reed, Lester, and a couple other boys he didn't know. He gulped. TJ moved in front of him. "AYYYY look who it is!" Reed said, throwing his arms up.  "Leave me alone Reed," TJ said, trying to walk through.  "Bro, we're still bros. I forgive you for the other night. I know you were drunk and shit." Reed leaned in closer and said something to TJ that Cyrus couldn't hear, but made TJ look back at him.  "Dude, leave him alone," Lester said, pushing on Reed's shoulder.  "Hey, I just want to know what we're all thinking. So Teej, what is it? Are you still choosing this dork over your bros?" Reed said. The rest of the gang looked apprehensive, they didn't care enough to cause a scene. "Dude, just leave it," One boy said worried.  "Shut up," TJ said quietly, "Just shut up." Cyrus saw TJ ball his fists and tense up. Lester moved towards Tj, but Reed stopped him with his arm.  "Tell us," Reed said.  TJ stayed still. "Teej-" Reed had said before Cyrus heard bodies hit the floor. He closed his eyes. There was yelling, sneakers hitting the floor, and eventually, he heard the voices of teachers. Someone pushed him against the wall, someone else called his name, someone else touched his hair. He didn't want to open his eyes. 

#andi mack #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #ambi #amber brown #pandimack #andi mack fanfic #tyrus #tyrus fanfic #wonah #jonah beck #walker brodsky #muffy #marty from the party #reed with the weed #tw fights #kippen twins

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     hullo it nora, back for more mess. this unhinged little nightmare is cecily who i first birthed around 3 years ago and i am so excited to finally be playing her again. feral wolf girl who loves silk babydoll dresses and bubblegum but would also cut your femoral artery if she was bored. is the eptome of that “somethin dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls” trope. amma crellin meets harley quinn meets addy hanlon.  ( pinterest )

APP.

( nora. 22. gmt. she / her. ) it might be HER FRESHMAN year but I still think CECILY DE ROSA looks exactly like FREYA MAVOR and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they’re 19 and studying THEATRE while living in FIDELIS here at Lockwood. The GEMINI can be rather PUCKISH and CANDID, but also kind of SELF-CENTRED and HYSTERICAL. Their most played song on Spotify was CELL BLOCK TANGO by CATHERINE ZETA JONES AND THE COMPANY OF CHICAGO, so I think that says a lot.

BACKGROUND.

tw death suicide murder proceed w caution

born as ‘lamia romana’ in italy to catholic parents. her father was a struggling alcoholic and incredibly depressed. when cece was 4, and her brother was 3 her father fed the gas pipe through the back of their car whilst they prepared to go on their family holiday because he knew suicide would leave his wife and children penniless so he decided the most selfless thing would be to take them with him

cecily (lamia) and her brother luc by some miracle survived the accident, but were left orphaned. they were sent to a convent where they were raised by nuns. cece was incredibly religious. it became her whole life. she was devoted to god completely, almost crazed, because in the absence of parents she transferred the need for a guider and protector onto this spiritual other evoked by her religious beliefs.

she always had a strained relationship w her brother because she believed he wasn’t as devoted to catholicism as she was. when she was 13 he claimed that god wasn’t real and that she was a freak, and in a violent rage cecily thrust a crucifix through his throat. it was completely out of character for her. she screamed until her throat went dry. eventually,  when the nuns managed to tear her away from her brother’s body, she was taken to a psychiatric hospital in manhattan where she stayed for two years. driven to madness, she convinced herself that she had been possessed by the devil the moment she killed her brother, and soon she began to accept her fate, as not holy, like she had anticipated, but in fact it’s ungoldy antithesis

when she was released, she was adopted by an american distant aunt and uncle and sent to a manhattan boarding school under the new name ‘cecily de rosa’. see also: st. trinnians. lifted of any religious obligation, cecily grew wild. she delighted in acting up, cheeking her superiors, causing havoc and chaos, terrifying the other girls. sex became her weapon – she would seduce the boys from the local comprehensive and drop them like flies. to her, it was merely a game. 

uses sex as a weapon, a way in which to manipulate men, having filmed sexual liasons with both a former acting coach and a TA to use for the purposes of blackmail. 

 her expulsion from school was threatened after she streaked the school naked and doused in pig blood, but her academic prowess was an asset to the school, so they learnt to put up with her antics. she applied for yale but didn’t get in.

 she atended juliard for a year but was thrown out for indecency

theatre-wise, one of Cecily’s most commendable traits is her sheer tenacity and lack of inhibition – she is willing to do whatever it takes to climb to the top, and kick as many other people down as necessary on her way there. tthis unhinged hunger for success was evidenced when, in her breakout role, cecily played Tamora in Titus Andronicus. feeling the presentation of one of shakespeare’s most terrifying women was ‘pussy-footed’ and dulled down for a male audience, cecily took matters into her own hands, and during the famous banquet scene where Tamora is fed her own sons, she ate a pig’s heart live on stage – receiving both awestruck and horrified press reviews for her performance -- and getting expelled from her drama school. (thats why she is now at lockwood)

she is in a sorority house n the gymnastic squad. she speaks fluently in four languages. the kind f sociopathic lana del rey writes songs about. 

was raised Roman Catholic, and although she is now estranged from religion, it’s still an integral part of her identity. She holds it partially responsible for the need to repress emotion she still experiences. The only time she allows herself to truly feel, without perceiving it as a weakness, is when she’s performing

cecily was raised with dual-nationality and is multi-lingual. Her parents frequently spoke both Italian and English around the house, leading cecily to do the same. She is also somewhat familiar with Latin, having studied it alongside Literature, Contemporary Dance and Theatre at a manhattan-based performing arts boarding school.

ethereal wood elf. plays flute and does ballet. her favourite tv shows are making a murderer and dance moms. she is big on Tchaikovsky and Bukowski. poetry to cecily is soup of the soul, despite the fact that the only things she really feels are apathy and mild disgust. her poems mostly centre around the beauty of violence -- writing about it often prevents her from committing violent acts -- and also her cat.

loves gettin fucked up. always high on sometin -- cocaine, ecstasy, love, her own ego.

had her first taste of alcohol at 15 and has stayed fond of spirits ever since. likes literature of the macabre, isn’t fond of social media, and loves knee high socks and glitter. she bites her nails, will only take cold showers, and doesn’t drink coffee. loves cats. is vegan.

she sleeps like a cat, regularly but short amounts of time, and is usually found awake at night stalking the streets in the pursuit of self-destruction. she views herself as pansexual because she is attracted to people rather than genders but she thinks men are trash. probably biromantic or homoromantic. she loves the chase. she likes meaningless sexual liasons, but if hearts are broken in the process, even better. hearts are breakable and she believes those who have them are foolish.

aesthetic:  peroxide hair in a bathtub, bleach, glittery socks under spaghetti strap heels, silk slip dresses, glitter smeared beneath eyes, split knuckles, nose bleeds, a bubble of blue gum snapped against cherry flavoured lips, orange peel, knee-high socks, tartan two-piece skirt and blazers, kate moss posters ripped out of vogue, littering a bedroom wall, yearbook photos tacked together with red thread, clip in highlights, stick on earrings, french music humming from a crackly gramophone, a hip flask covered with hello kitty stickers

PLOTS.

i currently have NO PLOTS for her so everything is open. if you want a cousin / ex-lover / friend with benefits  / bully, or are dying for a specific connection, let me know or like this post and i will msg you!! LOVE U ALL xoxo

more plots all of these are plagiarised:

“you were drunk and you climbed in through my apartment window and I’m not really sure how you managed it because not only is the fire escape broken but you are really fucking plastered wtf please, teach me your skills?”

“i set your kitchen on fire ‘by accident’ because i hate your guts, and you know it was me but you have no evidence”

“we’re in a breakfast club style all day detention”

“you came over for ‘help studying’ and my roommate came home five minutes after we were done hooking up and you got roped into a conversation about her dogs and everyone is uncomfortable”

“we’re friends but it’s a really toxic relationship made up of trying to one up each other all the time”

“I caught you writing gay porn in the library and now you’re terrified i’ll tell everyone, but really i’m just waiting for the next instalment”

“i asked you to help me sneak my cat into my dorm but we got caught by the janitor and now we’re both in the principal’s office”

“you saw me come back to my apartment covered in blood one night, but you’ve never asked about it because you’re scared that yours might be the next blood i’m covered in”

“you broke into my apartment while I was out for whatever reason and when I came home I knocked you out and now you’re unconscious on my floor and idk what to do?”

“i just decked you in the face because i’m drunk and you were pissing me off but ow my hand really fucking hurts i think i might have broke it and oh look your nose is bleeding and now we’re both sitting awkwardly in the hospital while i glare at you from across the room. but wait are you giving me sex eyes?? stop that i’m supposed to mad at you??”

“you keep dragging suspicious sacks up to and down from your apartment and I don’t know what your deal is or why I still wanna bone you”

“we’re in the same rocky horror troupe”

“i stayed over at your house and woke you up in the middle of the night to have sex while your roommate is asleep and every time, your room mate yells “STOP FUCKING, JESUS CHRIST” right when we’re about to finish”

“we used to have a thing but  now we hate each others guts and can’t be in the same room without yelling at one another”

“i had a drunk one night stand with your brother last year and i threw up in your room, and now we’re in a class together and it’s really awkward.”

#tw:intro #tldr - crazy bitch like 4 plots

[wookihoon]

special gifts

— requested?: yes

— group: pentagon

— characters: Yeo Changgu + Y/N

— genre: fluff

— message: o god this is literally 7262 years late I’m sorry. Also I’m sorry if it’s corny af.

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It was your last period of the school day and as usual, you were bored. You didn’t enjoy going to school much; the only reason you did was to see your crush Changgu. You moved to your school last month, and you were completely unfamiliar with the city itself. Changgu, being the class president, helped you get used to how the school works, and told you about the city. You thanked him immensely that day and when you got home from your first day at the new school, a wave of emotions came over you while thinking about Changgu. Did you already have feelings for someone that you just met?

“Y/N! How many times have I told you not to lay your head on the desk? Wake up and identify which section of the timeline goes along with the statement I’ve written on the board,” your teacher commanded you in an annoyed tone. History was your weakest subject, and it seriously did not help that your teacher had a bone to pick with you since the first week you arrived at the school. One of the friends you’ve made informed you that the teacher had bad experience in a business, which was the same one your father works for. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots.

You got up from your seat and attempted to blurt something out.

“B-battle of the Somme?” you tried your best not to sound completely unknowing. Unfortunately, you didn’t get the answer correct.

“No, it’s the Battle of Amiens. You can’t even get a simple question like that right?” your teacher said in frustration while rolling her eyes. The rest of the class snickered with each other and whispered things in their ears. You sat back down in shame while your friend tried to comfort you.

“Y/N doesn’t have brains or looks. They’ll totally be a failure when they grow up!” a bully shouted while pointing at you laughing. The rest of the class agreed until Mr. class president scolded them.

“Kids, stop being rude towards them! You haven’t even given that person a chance. Please be kinder.” He asserted.

“Oh, look at Changgu trying to defend them. You like them huh? You should like a pretty person like me.” one of the girls replied. He rolled his eyes and the teacher had to reinforce the students to get back to class work.

Nonetheless, were disappointed in yourself, but there were only ten minutes left in class and just wanted to get it over with.

You anticipated for the bell the ring, signaling your release from school. When you heard the sound of it, you couldn’t be more relieved. You bolted right out of your seat to get out of there, when about half way down the hall you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

“Y/N!” You left this in class.” a boy called out, none other than Changgu. You turned around and saw him with one of your folders for class.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize I had left this. Thank you.” You told him.

“I also wanted to say I’m sorry about those punks in class. They’re really a burden.” Changgu told you in a quieter tone.

“They all seem to gang up with each other to insult me, no?” You asked, wondering why they would be considered a burden for anyone else but yourself.

“Those kids just do what they think is cool to act tough. I’ve seen how they act before. They’re just wimps.” He tried to convince you.

“I really wish they’d stop.” You sighed.

“Me too.” Changgu replied. “Mind if I walk you to your home?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” You grinned. You two started to walk down the sidewalk in the busy city. It was a cloudy day, which you absolutely adored. You didn’t bring your umbrella because the weather forecast on your cellphone said there’d be little chance of rain. To your luck, it began to rain.

“I knew I should have brought my umbrella.” you groaned. Changgu flashed a toothy grin when he heard this and pulled out one of his own umbrellas from his bag.

“We can share.” he positioned he umbrella so it was covering the both of you. You subtly blushed at this action, especially since it was from your crush.

“Thank you.” you said. Not much later, Changgu noticed a small cart that you two were approaching and stopped you.

“Would you like a bracelet?” He inquired while looking over at the cutely built pink cart.

“Sure, I’d like that!” You gleefully replied.

He brought you over to investigate what was available to buy. He eyed a red flower bracelet because he remembered that you said your favorite color was red when you first introduced yourself to the class.

“Y/N, how about this?” Changgu motioned over to the bracelet. You couldn’t deny that it was very nicely crafted.

“Oh, I love that!” You buzzed. “Could you get it for me?”

“Of course I can.” he smiled. Changgu asked for the bracelet from the employee working the cart. The both of you didn’t notice that he was grinning at you two the whole time until you looked up.

“High school sweethearts huh?” The old man reckoned. On the inside you were bubbling up at the fact that someone thought you and Changgu were dating, but you reminded yourself in reality that you guys were just classmates. Changgu was about to say something until you spoke up first.

“Nope, just classmates.” You assured.

“I’m sure you kids will be soon, I can see the chemistry.” The man said while ringing up the order for the bracelet. Changgu was silently smiling while receiving the bag with the bracelet in it.

“Thank you sir.” said you and Changgu in unison. You two continued to walk to your home. You talked about small things such as the art that was hung in the school hallways and an update for a mobile app that you both favored.

Before you knew it, you and him arrived at your apartment complex. It was a bit disappointing that you had arrived so quickly, but at the same time you just wanted to rest. You thanked him while he handed you the bag containing your red flower bracelet.

“By the way, meet me at the courtyard at school tomorrow. I need to show you around to something else too.” Changgu stated. You were a bit confused because you knew the whole school by now, but went with it anyway. You thanked him once again and trailed off into your home. Quickly, you finished your one assignment and fell asleep.

When you woke up, the first thing you thought about was meeting up with Changgu. You made to sure hastily finish your morning routine so you could arrive at school earlier. Your mother noticed you in a rush and inquired why.

“I just need to drop something off for class. I’m alright mom.” You babbled while quickly having the last bite of your cereal. You said goodbye to each other as you walked on the door. You speedily arrived at school, heading to the courtyard where you could already see Changgu sitting on a bench.

“Changgu?” You mumbled. He looked up and instantly was happy.

“Y/N! I’m glad you’re here. Let me show you a new addition to the school.” He beamed. Changgu picked up his bag and motioned for you to follow him. He brought you to the small empty area around the corner of the main school building and then stopped. You were confused as there was really nothing to be shown. Changgu began to open to bag and pulled out a small box. You wondered what was in there.

He puffed and began talking. “Y/N, I hope this isn’t awkward but I went to that cart very early this morning and stopped by to get you this.” He opened the box to reveal a small necklace with a golden heart. You were astonished by how kind of an action it was.

He continued, “I wanted to get you this to show you how much I like you. Yes, I mean it in a romantic way. I think you are very attractive and I want to protect you. If you don’t feel the same, I hope you still like my gift.” He sweated, But you were even more nervous. You couldn’t believe you just heard what you did.

“I like you a lot Changgu.” You blurt out, not realizing how blunt it sound. You covered your mouth out of embarrassment, but Changgu thought it was very cute.

“Thank you for sharing the same feelings.” He told you. He took a step forward to place the necklace around your neck.

“That’s pretty on you.” He whispered. You thanked him.

“Shall we get going to class?” He asked while extending out his hand for you to hold.

“I think we should.” You replied as you took his hand.

On the way to class you asked him why couldn’t just ask to meet up with him instead of saying that he had to bring you to a new place.

“Well I actually did, right? I brought you to my heart.” You giggled in response to his corny answer.

Maybe school just got better for you.

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Opposite Teams

Summary: You have been dating your boyfriend Peter for 6 months... neither one of you knowing the others secret... Not till the team split, the both of you going to have to fight against each other.

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Opposite Teams

You grew restless as the day continued on. Everyone on the Avengers went to the control center for some huge meeting, excluding both you and Wanda seeing you were both just teens. You hated not being included in things, or being kept in the dark but decided to let it roll for now. 

You stood in your room in the Avenger's head quarters. You were just in your training attire which usually was just a sports bra and pants. You sighed heavily, picking up the next Chinese dagger. You threw your arm back and launched the knife into the air, landing exactly where you wanted it to. 

Tony Stank's face. 

You had one of his iron man pictures up on the inside of your wardrobe door. Unfortunately you had to replace the doors every few weeks due to the amount of damage your daggers would cause. 

You often Trained with Natasha, working on your combat and martial arts. You were originally from a military family, having grown up surrounded by guns and violence you have grown accustomed to it. You knew how to handle a gun but chose often not to, knives were more your thing. 

You were kind of like Clint in a way, though he used his good ol' trusty bow and arrows. In fact, when you arrived at the compound you hated Tony Stark to begin with, he always grew on your nerves. Clint took you in under his belt with his daughter, Wanda, and brought you guys up. They were practically your family after yours had died.

''Y/N!'' You heard Wanda call out for you. You threw one last dagger, it landing just between Tony's eyes before leaving the room. You didn't bother to change seeing as you were going to head back to training anyways.

''What?'' You asked as you left your room. Both her and Vision were standing in front of the glass mirror that overlooked the city.

''What is that?'' You asked, once your eyes had spotted the fire in the distance. You felt your phone beep in your pocket. You reached for it and pulled it out, opening up the messaging app.

~Heading out for the weekend xx I love you

You smiled at the text from your boyfriend Peter. You guys have been dating for about 6 months now. You met him at your local high school, Midtown tech. You bit your lip, texting back a response.

~Have fun hun xx love you too x

''Stay here please'' Vision commanded, disappearing through the walls and over towards the explosion. Wanda and you stood silent for a few seconds, staring after him once you heard approaching footsteps. Without thinking you reached for a knife that was in your belt, turning around fast getting prepared to throw it. Wanda must have heard it to cause she did the same thing, though she heard her powers to grab a knife and launch through the air, stopping just in front of Clint's face. 

You let out a sigh of relief before holstering your weapon. 

''Guess I should have knocked'' He jokes, Wanda moves her hands and places the knife back down. 

''Oh my god... what are you doing here?'' Wanda asked, leaving your side to begin approaching Clint. With furrowed eyebrows you followed, curious as to what was going on. 

''Disappointing my kids'' He responds, walking past the both of us, shooting two arrows across the room from one another.

''We're supposed to go skying'' He says sarcastically before grabbing onto both Wanda and your arms. He pulled you both over towards the entrance.

''Kat needs our help.. come on'' He instructs while he began to lead you guys away. You weren't even dressed?

You stopped where you were, both Clint and Wanda stopping to face you. 

''Then I should probably change'' You state. Clint hadn't even noticed while Wanda was so use to it, it didn't seem to faze her. They both nodded, allowing you to go off and change. 

As you turned around you saw Vision appear again through the walls. This can't be good...

''Clint.. you should not be here'' He states, causing both Clint and Wanda to turn around to face him. You decide to just walk past them, leaving them alone in the living room. You walked into your bedroom and closed the door, finding clothes to change into. 

You tied your hair into a ponytail behind you before leaving your room. You made sure to grab your daggers, gun, knives and numbchucks, holstering them into your waist belt.

You began popping on your combat boots, hearing a loud thump from outside. You quickly left your room, zipping up your jacket on the way. 

''What's going on!'' You called out as you made your way back into the living area. Wanda stood off to the side while Vision head Clint in a head lock. 

''Enough!'' You shouted again, both of them seeming to ignore you.

''Clint, you can't over power me'' Vision states as Clint begins to visibly relax. 

''I know I can't... but she can'' He says, looking towards Wanda. Wanda begin to circle a red fireball through her hands, stepping in front of them both.

''Vision... that's enough... let him go'' She says, the red fireball growing and growing. You placed a hand onto one of your knives, hoping this doesn't get out of hand. 

''We're leaving...'' She says. 

''I can't let you'' Vision responds, seeming slightly hurt at Wanda. 

''I'm sorry'' Wanda whispers out, raising her arms to intercept vision's power. Clint fell through Vision, crawling across to Wanda. Vision began to fell through the floor, seeming in pain.

''If you keep doing this... they won't stop being afraid of you'' He warns. 

''I can't control their fear... only my own''

~Airport

You guys flew your way out to Berlin. Clint had explained to you both what was going down during the flight. It was a no brainer for you.

You were on Cap's side. 

Wanda seemed to struggle slightly with her decision but soon decided to follow you, not wanting to be against either of you. 

Once the plane landed the three of you walked through the airport, hoping into the white van that was parked outside. From there your began your trip towards another airport, where the Van parked on the multi storing parking. 

A blue car pulled up three parking spaces beside yours. Clint hopped out of the drives side, walking over to the car followed By Wanda who stepped out of the passenger side. You stayed in the back, watching as Scott continued to sleep. 

''How's our other recruit?'' You heard Cap's voice speak up outside the Van after a few minutes of talking. You walked over to the door and slid it open, Steve's eyes slightly wondering at the sight of you here. He definitely was not expecting you to be here. Clint noticed his reaction and turned to face Cap. 

''It was time for both of them to get off their asses'' He responds to Cap causing him to laugh. Unfortunately you had missed out on the start of the conversation and was clearly lost but decided to let it go. Once the door was fully opened Scott woke with a start. You snickered slightly before jumping out of the van.

''What timezone is this?'' Was the first thing to come out of his mouth as he made his way out of the van. You stood off to the side next to Wanda. 

The boys got their introductions down, Scott making a fool of himself as usual. You held in your laugh as this went on, just wanting to get suited up already. 

''Did they tell you what we're up against?'' Steve asked Scott, beginning to get serious.

''Something about psycho Assassins'' Scott responded, seeming a little uneased. 

''We're outside the law on this one'' Cap replied with a firm nod, crossing his arms over his chest. You looked down to the ground and studied your boots. Wouldn't be the first time...

''If you guys come with us your wanted'' Cap spoke up to everyone. 

''We should get moving!'' Bucky spoke up as he finally stood up out of the car. You gave him a polite smile which he happily returned. You didn't him personally but, of course, know of him through Cap. You trusted Cap's judgement more than your own sometimes, which is why you are in this mess.

You turned around and walked towards the van, hoping in to grab a few things. A voice began to blast over the P.A in German. 

''What's happening?'' Scott spoke up. You sighed and stepped out of the van. 

''They're evacuating the airport, shit just got real ant man'' You replied sarcastically to Scott. He just rolled his eyes at you but still smiled.

''Stark'' Sam spoke up beside Cap. Of course it was Stark...

''Stark?'' Scott questioned.

''Suit up"

~Later

You all decided to split up and take different directions towards the airport. Botch Wanda and Clint had left your side, setting up a post. You decided to run straight ahead with Cap, veering over to the right to hide behind one of the trucks. You heard the familiar sound of Iron Man's suit flying through the air, signalling his arrival. 

''Wow don't you think it's weird who you run into at the airport?'' You could hear Tony's voice speak up. 

''Definitely Tony'' War machine responds. You rolled your eyes at their pointless banter, wanting to get this mission over and done with. 

''Listen.. Tony-'' Cap begins before he was interrupted by the arrival of Black Panther. You saw this from where you were.

''Captain'' You could hear him speak out.

''Your Highness' He responds casually.

''Anyway... Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in... that was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?'' You rolled your eyes as Tony talked. 

''Your after the wrong guy'' Steve replies. 

''Your judgement is askew'' Tony spits out. 

''Your war buddy killed innocent people yesterday-'' Tony begins, being cut off by Cap.

''And they're five more super soldiers just like him.. I can't let the doctor find him first... I can't'' Steve finishes. 

''Steve... you know whats about to happen'' Your eyes widen once you heard Nat's voice. Nat was on their side too? 

You glance down at your phone once you felt the familiar vibration. You unlocked the screen and replied to the text from Peter.

~I miss you xx I promise I'll be back soon!

You let out a small smile as you typed back a love heart emoji in response. You pocketed your phone again and regained focus. You sighed to yourself, hoping today wasn't going to go down like Nat had said. 

You felt guilty for keeping such a secret from Peter but you didn't want to drag him into this. You knew you had to tell him sooner or later but opted for later. You weren't sure how he was going to react once he found out. You loved him to much to lose him.. 

''Underoos!'' You heard Tony call out. The familiar sound of webs shooting out entered your ears. Spider-man was here? What the hell was he doing in Germany? 

''Nice job kid'' Tony appraised. 

''Thanks.. well I could have stuck the landing a little better it's just... new suit, weait- it's nothing Mr Stark, It's p-p-erfect thank you'' The superhero stuttered out. You furrowed your eyebrows as you listened in into his voice, he reminded you of someone, a very quirky and dorky someone. 

''Yeah, yeah no need to start a conversation'' Tony interrupts.

''Course, Hey Cap-Captain, Hey everyone'' He greeted. He almost sounded excited/nervous? 

You began to move out of your hiding spot, sticking to beside the truck as you slowly crept forward behind Natasha, her not noticing you were there. 

''You've been busy'' Cap speaks out.

''And you've been a complete idiot'' It wasn't till now that you noticed Cap's hands were webbed together and his shield was taken away. You reached into your belt to get one of your daggers out. 

''Dragging in Clint, rescuing Wanda from a safe- safe place and Y/N who.. I don't even know why you dragged her into this'' Tony spoke out. Your eyes rolled at the mention of your name. Just because you didn't have powers doesn't mean you were useless.

''Your going to turn Barnes over and come with us...Now! Cause. It's. Us!'' Tony yells out.

''We found it, the Queen Jets in hanger five, north of the runway'' You heard Sam speak through the ear piece. You smirked as you saw Cap raise his arms, giving you guys the signal. You heard one of Clint's arrows sore through the air, cutting Captain free from the webbing. You looked up to notice Wanda was also with him. 

''Alright... lang'' Cap spoke softly in the ear piece. 

''Guys something- UGHHH'' Your heard Spiderman screech as Scott enlarged and punched him backwards, throwing the shield across to Steve. 

''Believe this is yours Captain America'' Scott spoke up as he did so. You crept up behind Natasha, quickly knocking her off her feet taking her by surprise. You reached for some wire and tied her hands behind her back, pushing her into the ground. 

''No hard feelings Nat'' You spoke into her ear before standing again. You walked over and stood beside Steve, a hand placed firmly on your belt as you could hear Nat trying to take the wire off her wrists.

He glanced towards you, nodding into the direction of Bucky and Sam. You nodded your head quickly, seeing Black Panther come towards him. 

''eight o'clock'' You stated, Cap facing around to prepare for Black Panther. You turn and began to ran in the opposite direction, deciding to use your small height as an advantage and get through the tunnel. 

You ran up and quickly found yourself inside the airport. You looked to your left to see Bucky and Sam only 100 meters away. You began to sprint after them.

A loud crash came through the windows. You saw a flash of red and blue begin to attack Sam and Barnes.

''You have a metal arm?! That is awesome dude!" You heard Spiderman spoke up in Aww as he grabbed Barnes arm, seeing as he was about to strike. You ran up to them, seeing they were occupied and took shelter behind a plant. You grabbed out one of your daggers as you heard Sam fly into Spider-man.

You ran towards Bucky, both of you chasing after Sam. Bucky reached for a huge piece of metal and threw it towards Spiderman catching him by surprise. The both of you hid behind two separate pillars.

''I think you dropped something'' Spiderman spoke out, launching the piece of metal back towards you guys. You ducked as you felt it fly through your pillar and connect at Barnes.

Sam attempted to attack again but Spider-man was one step ahead. He webbed him on the balcony, causing him to be stuck. You nodded your head towards Barnes then at Spider-man. He catch your drift and nodded in response. 

''Are those wings carbon fiber?'' 

''Is this stuff coming out of you?'' Sam asked.

''That would explain the regility stability ratio which i gotta say, that's awesome'' You froze once you started to piece together the voice. Of course you have heard it before and knew it so well! 

It was Peter Parker.

''I don't know if you've ever been in a fight but there's usually not this much talking'' Sam responds. 

''Alright, sorry my bad'' Peter speaks up before swinging towards Sam. Bucky moves to block peter as you raised your taser whip. You pulled him back, causing him to fall to the ground. the dagger in the other hand,  you used that to throw into one of his web shooters. 

''What the hell?'' He spoke up with a grunt. He began to sit up as you approached from behind him. You could feel your palms shaking from your side. He quickly got up pushed both Barnes and Sam off the balcony, through the glass.

''No!" You screamed, causing Spider-man to turn around at the sound of your voice. Peter's eyes widened underneath his suit. He quickly went over to web up Barnes before turning back to face you. 

''Y/N?'' He asks out in a hurt voice. You shook your head, feeling tears beginning to well up in your eyes. 

''Leave'' You spoke up, wanting him to listen to you. 

''What are you doing here?'' He asked, completely ignoring you. A tear fell down your cheek 

''It doesn't matter... you don't get what's going on Pet-'' You cut yourself off, not saying his name aloud. He just stood there frozen, watching you with his own hurt expression. 

''You lied to me...'' He spoke out hurt.

''So did you...'' You responded, letting another tear fall. 

''Y/N! Run!'' You heard Sam call out from the ground. You walked over towards the edge, your eyes finally leaving Peter as you glanced down. You nodded with a sigh, turning back around. 

You glanced at Peter one last time before beginning to run past him. While Peter was frozen, staring after you Sam used it to his advantage. Controlling his flying backpack to pick up Peter, fly him out, breaking the glass and dropped him. You froze and turned around, hearing Peter's scream. Your eyes widen as you continued running, but this time towards Peter.

''Couldn't have done that earlier?''

~....

By the time you got to the spot where Peter had fell he was already gone. Sighing you began to run again, this time towards the others. Vision was up ahead in the air and drew a line in the concrete with his laser. 

''Captain Rogers... I know that you believe what you are doing is right'' Vision spoke up. You slowly down your pace and ran up to Wanda, her turning towards you with a smile once she saw that you were okay. You moved past her and over to the front where Steve was. He glanced towards you as you stood beside him, just staring straight ahead.

''But for the collective good... you must surrender now'' He continued on while the others began flying in, Peter being the last to swing in. Your eyes trained onto him, watching as he walked forward. You felt your breathing starting to become shallow.

Steve looked towards you in concern and followed your train of sight over to Spider-man. He furrowed his eyebrows but turned back around to face Tony.

''What do we do Cap?'' Sam speaks up, being the first to break the silence that had fallen. 

''We fight''

With this you all began to charge towards them, the other beginning to run towards you guys as well.

''They're not stopping'' Peter speaks up. You pick up your pace as you first ran over to Blank Panther, using your taser web to bring him down. He quickly got back and swung his claws towards you. You ducked out of the way each time, managing a kick her and there. 

He clipped you across the face and gave a kick to you stomach, sending you to the ground. You coughed before glancing up, noticing him coming back towards you. You rolled over and grabbed a dagger out. He swiped his claws down but instead scratched the concrete instead of you. You got up and swung onto his back, a dagger in your hand. He wrapped his claws around and dug them in, causing you to scream out in pain. He pulled you off of him and threw you to the ground, wrapping a hand around your throat. You did the same, raising a leg to kick him in the groin. He doubled over in pain so you grabbed his arm, swinging him over you and into the ground. You got a dagger out and threw it at him, causing it to go through suit and into the ground. It didn't scratch him, just held him there. 

He ripped it out quickly and threw it back out you, you catching it just in time. He quickly got back up and charged at you but froze halfway. You noticed red swirling around him as you glanced to your side, Wanda. 

She threw him across the air and into a truck. You sent her a thankful smile as she returned it, running off to help Clint. You heard the familiar sound of swinging in the air. You glanced up just in time to notice Peter swing in and pick you up, seeming to take you away from the fight.

''Peter put me down!'' You yelled as you tried squirming out of his grasp. He stopped swinging after a minute and landed on the ground, placing you as well onto your feet. He let you go and you quickly pulled away.

''What the hell'' You growled at him. You began to try and walk past him so he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you back. 

''Peter, let me go'' You said.

''No, I am never letting go of you again'' He spoke up as he began to web you down onto the concrete. He webbed your feet down so you couldn't move. You glanced up and shook your head. 

''Why?'' You asked out in a broken voice. 

''Why?! Cause I care about you!'' He screams back, seeming frustrated that you were willing to put yourself in harms way. He pulled of his mask quickly and began walking towards you. He cupped your face in his hand before planting a soft kiss onto your lips. Seeming to convey worry and love. 

He pulled away shortly after, fluttering his eyes open. 

''Just to be sure'' He says before also webbing your hands together. Now you couldn't reach to grab anything. You glanced back at him and shook your head.

''Stay here'' He says as he pops his mask on, shooting out a web to begin swinging back over to the fight. 

''Peter don't do this!'' You called out.

''Peter!" 

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A/N: This was a longy and definitely more action packed then fluff! Hope you enjoyed this Imagine Anon! xo

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[perhetale]

PerheTale - Morning Talk

Takes Place after: Little Date At The MTT Resort

Takes Place Before: You’re Gonna Have A Bad Time, Kids...

When Callie woke up the next day, Sans was in the kitchen. Judging by the noise and the smell, he was cooking the breakfast, and Callie smiled. Obviously no-one else was up, but they would be really please. She stretched and got out of the sofa, still wearing Sans hoodie, and she went to the kitchen.

“Bonejour Mister Skeleton” she said

“Wow, would you believe that, you’re speaking french now. And making pun first thing in the morning. Are you trying to make me propose to you?” Sans answered without looking at her, staying focused on his dishes

“What, me? Pffshhh, like I’d do that” she laughed nervously, her cheeks reddening “SO, uh, what are you cooking?”

“Meh, not much… A bit of eggs and bacon, and obviously pastas for Paps because if I don’t make pastas for him he’s going to be mad”

“That sound… Eggselent” she said, chuckling

Sans snorted

“You butter stop with the puns before Paps wake up”

“What, orange you glad you got a pun buddy?” she added, trying to not laugh more

“Maybe the kids shouldn’t lettuce stay in the same room”

Both of them started laughing, not able to hold it anymore. Callie even had to sit down on one of the kitchen’s chair because she couldn’t stay up anymore. Sans finally removed the frying pan from the stove and turned to her, smiling. Callie eyes grew wide and she started laughing even more, as he had big eyebrows and a moustache drawn with marker on his face. He grinned.

“Damn, I had forgotten that”

“Oh my god Sans!!” she said

“You have really mischievous kids” Sans said, laughing

“That is SO Mina’s doing” she snorted

“Indeed. And of course Paps helped.”

“And that’s definitely permanent marker”

“WHAT?”

“Don’t worry. I’m on it” she winked “Wait for my here”

Callie woke up and went to the bathroom and get back with a washcloth and some soap. She sat back on her chair and gave a few pats on the one in front of her to tell Sans to come and sit. He shrugged and obeyed, smiling.

“It’s not the first time I have to deal with a permanent marker incident. I’m kinda used to it now. You should have seen Deca on April Fool three years ago… He was a mess. You’re lucky Mina didn’t go that far this time” she said, smiling

“I didn’t give them the time to do so. I think they got some interesting pictures of that”

The young woman got her phone from her pocket. Knowing Mina, if she had taken picture, obviously there were on snapchat by now. Callie’s phone was indeed showing four notification from the said app. She laughed softly and opened the first picture. It was a picture of herself, sleeping in Sans jacket on the couch, with the words “Oh look what we have here” written on it. Callie blushed and tapped on the screen to make the picture disappear right away. The next picture was Sans on the Sofa, his face covered with the marker, eye glowing.

“That is so going to backfire”

“Like I’d do that” Sans chuckled

The next picture was Mina and Papyrus taking a selfie with their masterpiece, but obviously they had just realized Sans wasn’t sleeping, as they were looking slightly anxious while Sans was smiling behind them. The words “Shit we so dead” were written on the picture.

“Did she just flipping swear?” Callie groaned

“You’re missing the fun there girl”

“Ugh, yeah, right…”

The last picture was quite blurry, they were obviously running away - and yet Mina managed to take a snap while doing so - but Callie could easily make out bones coming out of the floor and a Gaster Blaster behind them. This time, Mina had written “WORTH IT XD” on the picture. The woman chuckled.

“What’s the end of the story?”

“They’re kinda grounded into Paps room”

“We’ll have to go get them to eat the breakfast then. But first… Let me remove that from your face.”

Callie put soap on the washcloth and started to rub it on Sans’ face. She managed to remove the most of it, but had to get closer to focus on the last parts. Sans stayed silent during the whole process, and when she was done, she suddenly noted the light blue covering his cheeks. Blue blush! It was so cute! But he was obviously uneasy. She had been too close. She hadn’t thought about how she was invading his personal space.  She backed up, blushing, and laughed nervously.

“Welp, you’re all good, no more marker, haha!”

“Oh, uh thanks” he said, looking away

“Humm, by the way, I should probably… Give that… Back…” she said, removing Sans hoodie “Thank you, it really kept me warm”

“You’re welcome” he said, putting back the hoodie “Wow, he’s so warm. I’m definitely not used to have it like that”

“You, uh… can feel it? The warm?” she asked

“Well, yeah. Not as much as you though, same for the cold, I mean, just look at how Paps dress up. But yeah we can definitely feel the cold and the warm.”

“Is there, like, anything else you can sense? Well, obviously you can see and hear but… Like, can you feel the things you touch?”

“Of course” he put his hand on her cheeks “If I touch you, I can feel your skin, warm and soft against my hand”

The woman blushed deeply at the feeling of the skeletons hand against her skin, trying to not freak out at how deeply he was watching her, or at how close he was, or even at the sight of that adorable blue blush on Sans’ cheeks.

“I can smell your scent on my hoodie too right now, after you’ve worn it the whole night”

“Sorry for that” she mumbled

“Don’t be. I like it. You smell like… cinnamon. With cocoa and… Crispy rice. It’s really pleasing”

He sniffed the fluff of his hoodie and then stopped, the blue on his cheek intensifying as he suddenly looked embarrassed. They both jumped when Callie phone buzzed on the table, and she took it right away, trying to hide how uneasy she was by staring awkwardly at the screen. She opened a new snapchat picture and nearly died when she saw an upside down picture of her and Sans a few seconds before, Sans’ hand on her cheeks sniffing his hoodie while the both of us were blushing like idiots - which was actually the words used by Mina to describe the picture “Look at those two blushing like idiots”. Callie tapped the screen like she would have done to make the picture disappear, but instead saved it discreetly.

“MINA YOU COME HERE THIS INSTANT”

The girl laugh could be heard from upstair, and soon she was with them in the kitchen, a wide grin on her face.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything” she said

“Actually, we were just talking about your behavior this morning. I thought I grounded you, what are you doing outside?”

“Foolish skeleton, I am ungroundable”

Callie raised an eyebrow, smiling.

“Oh, is that so?”

Suddenly, in a terrible scream, a black shadow fall on Mina, crushing her on the floor. Seating on Mina’s head, Decaîrell crossed his arm.

“I am the only ungroundable child on this house, silly Mina”

As Mina tried to get back on her feet, any sound she could make muffled by Decaîrell’s body, Callie laughed at the sight of her kid. Beside her, Sans smiled softly. Poor guy, they really were causing a fuss in his house. When Mina finally pushed her adoptive brother away, Callie went between the two of them to avoid any fight to start. Not that they would really fight, but she had bad memories of the day Mina ended up on his back, holding to his horn while Decaîrell tried to make her fall, like some kind of mechanical bull. Two chairs and a coffee table were broken that day.

“Congratulation, you’re both grounded.”

“But I didn’t do anything!!” Decaîrell argued

“Buddy, you could have injured Mina pretty bad there”

“I barely touched her”

“You crushed me!” Mina protested

“I did not. And even if I touched you it wouldn’t be much more than that” he said pushing his finger toward Mina

“Do not touch me”

“I’m not touching you yet”

“Yes you are” Mina pleaded

“I’m not” He assured

“He’s touching me!”

“I’m not touching!”

“Look he’s touching!!”

“Not touching!!!”

“KIDS” Callie grunted

Both kids stopped in a “uh oh” as Callie crossed her arms.

“Both of you, go set the table for everybody’s breakfast. And I don’t want to hear another word from you if it’s not something nice”

The kids went to go get the plates while Sans chuckled.

“They sure are a handful to deal with”

“I’m gonna go wake up the others. Do you want me to get Papyrus too?”

“Yeah. I’m keeping an eyes on these two. And thank you for helping me clean Mina’s masterpiece”

“Oh believe me Sans, compared to what she’s done in the past, you were merely a doodle” Callie winked as she left the kitchen

art by @minakatana

Art by @alannahablar

#Undertale #Fanfiction #PerheTale #Sans

[imaginetonyandbucky]

On one of incorrect quotes blog I found this dialogue: Bucky: In 20 years, I guarantee you, I will be Tony's second husband. Tony: What happened to my first husband? Bucky: Nothing you can prove. Could you write a story with this dialogue?

Nothin’ you can prove.

Author note: Hi! I’m the new author/artist, wyvernfire! (Though you are likely to find my fandom works over at getmcfucked, haha.) This is my first fill for this blog. I adored this prompt and had to snatch it up. Hope I did alright!

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“I'm serious, Stevie.”

“I know you are,” Steve said, but he had that stupid little grin that meant he absolutely did not know how serious Bucky was. “I'm sure you'll be very good for each other.”

Bucky scoffed. “No shit. I'm not marrying him on a whim.”

“You're not even dating him yet,” Steve pointed out oh-so-helpfully.

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Smug (not so) little punk.

“What, you think I won't?” Bucky challenged. “I'm going to date the shit out of him.”

The carrots on the cutting board didn't stand a chance. One of the orange circles flew off under the force of the blade and Steve caught it, popping it in his mouth happily. Bucky spun the blade to flick another piece of carrot-y debris at his friend. It hit Steve square on the nose, which cheered Bucky up considerably.

“What's his favourite flower?” Bucky tried to sound casual.

Steve snorted. “A bouquet? You're gonna buy the billionaire some flowers?”

“It's a classic courting gift, Stevie.” Bucky slid the carrot slices off the cutting board and into the food processor next to him, then reached for the bananas. They looked weird. Long and a little too pale yellow, but Steve had assured him that bananas had just changed since the 40s. Something about a fruit plague. It was weird. He started slicing them too. “You don't buy flowers for your pal, you buy them for your gal or your fella. It's romantic. A big giant 'I want to date you’ sign. Can't be misinterpreted. You remember that time with Masie?”

“Who?” Steve scrunched up his nose.

“That little brunette gal you liked. Got her a bracelet and--”

“She thought it was a swell birthday present,” Steve grumbled, looking suddenly glum. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem,” Bucky grinned. “I know you got memory problems n’all that. What with the old age and--”

“Thanks, Buck,” Steve growled. Bucky laughed.

Apparently deciding that he could actually be helpful for once, Steve lifted himself off the bar stool and cleared away the banana peels, chucking them into a flat green bin that had 'Compost’ scrawled across the top in Bruce's handwriting.

“Remind me again what sparked this interest?” Steve asked, and the tone was a little off.

Bucky frowned. “Why?”

Steve shrugged, grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped off his hands. “Curiosity.”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Bucky warned.

“But satisfaction brought it back,” Steve said without missing a beat. “So spit it out.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at Steve trying to figure out where the rigid posture and puffed out chest had come from. He mentally went over their conversation again, not finding anything that should've stepped on the man's toes but with Stevie? Who knew. Might be another one of those future things he'd have to research.

Well, in for a penny…

“Communal shower at the gym,” Bucky said with a wolfish grin. “Timed it juuuust right. That ass is a work of art.”

There it was. The disapproval that had been simmering since the topic had been broached. Bucky took a deep breath, trying to smooth down his instinctively raised hackles, and maybe not start a fist fight in the kitchen. It was only his second week in the tower, after all. No one needed to know how many issues between he and Steve got resolved by playing Bloody Knuckles. Yet, at least. Just seemed impolite.

“So you want to sleep with Tony,” Steve clarified in that same tone he used as Captain America.

Bucky rolled his eyes so hard it actually hurt. “No, I said I wanna marry him. Clean the gunk outta your ears.”

Steve frowned. “And you decided this based off of his ass?”

“Yep,” Bucky said, popping the 'p’ loudly. “Work of art.”

Steve's frown deepened into a full on disapproving scowl. “I don't think that's a good idea, Buck.”

“Oh?” Bucky widened his eyes with surprise and batted them as innocently as someone with a world class kill count feasibly could. “Why's that?”

“Tony's… been through a lot,” Steve started carefully.

Bucky nodded, the perfect picture of active listening, sliding the banana slices into the food processor and screwing in the plastic lid until it clicked.

“He may have a reputation for sleeping around but--”

Bucky turned on the food processor, drowning out the rest of Steve's sentence. The blond stammered mid-word then tried again.

“But he's actually quite sensitive--”

Bucky turned the food processor up from Grate to Grind, still watching Steve with wide patient eyes. Not much good came out of the whole Winter Soldier thing, but his poker face was solid. Steve squinted at him, trying to figure out if he was doing it on purpose. Bucky blinked back.

“And I think,” Steve practically shouted over the noise, “that stringing him along for sex would hurt him pretty bad. He's a good man--”

He pressed the Liquify button, willpower being the only thing keeping unrestrained glee off of his face. Steve's mouth snapped shut and he glared. Bucky bent his knees a little, leaning over to peer at the orange-y mush spinning around inside the food processor. He pretended to inspect it for a couple seconds before nodding approvingly. He pressed the off button.

Steve looked like he was ready to strangle him.

“Sorry Stevie, were you sayin’ somethin’?”

Steve puffed out a breath of air and honest to God closed his eyes and counted. Incredible. If only he'd picked up the skill in the 40s when he couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag.

“I'm saying that Tony is a good friend, Buck. He was my first friend when I woke up and…” His eyes gentled, looking down at the kitchen flooring. “I would hate to see him hurt. That's all.”

Bucky took the mixing component off the processor's stand and upended it slowly into the shiny metal mixing bowl that sat under a high powered mixing tool. Kitchen appliances these days were insane. He tapped the side, making sure to get all of it before putting the plastic in the sink.

“And I know you, Buck,” Steve said, that godawful 'please don't disagree’ undertone as blaringly obvious as the bright blue plaid stretched across his chest.”I know you can be a charming son of a bitch when you want to be--”

“Damn right.”

“--and if you pull Tony into a romantic relationship…” Steve floundered. “He puts his whole heart into things, is all. Even if he doesn't show it often.”

Bucky nodded slowly, considering. He pulled the fridge door open and grabbed two eggs, cracking them each into the mixing bowl before tossing the shells in the sink. He thought better of it then, fishing them out and shuffling towards the compost bin. Steve obligingly opened the lid for him, then handed him the towel after he rinsed his hands. He leaned against the sink, taking the time to make sure to get all the gooey bits out of the metal divots in his fingers.

Steve continued with a half smile. “So if you're just after a lay, I'm just saying that maybe he's not your best bet. Make sense?”

“Sure, yeah. Makes perfect sense.”

Bucky pulled a container of flour from one of the cabinets and carefully measured out two cups before dumping it into the mix. He could practically hear Steve's suspicion behind him as he worked and tried not to grin, adding a pinch of salt to the batter.

“Plus, folks these days don't make such a big thing outta casual sex,” Steve pushed his way through the sentence and the blush was audible. Jesus. “There are all these, uh. Apps.”

“That right?” Bucky said, because he couldn't help himself. “Apps?”

“Yeah,” Steve coughed. “Nat showed me. There's uh, Tinder, Grindr, uh--”

Bucky snorted, unable to hold back his laughter any longer. Steve spluttered to a stop, eyes wide and face red, spitting out protests as Bucky turned the mixer on high to drown out his words. The irritation that settled into Steve's face still hadn't changed from the first time Bucky had pulled his sorry ass out of a back alley dumpster. All righteous anger and pride.

He flicked the mixer off and pulled the motorized apparatus back away from the bowl. He let the batter settle as he fished around for a flat spatula, seizing his prize with a triumphant grin and waving it at Steve's face before getting to work scraping the less mixed batter around the sides the bowl into the center. Guess even with all the fancy equipment some stuff still needed to be done by hand. Pity.

Nah, Bucky thought with a smile. Tony could probably fix that.

He glanced over his shoulder and sure enough Steve was still staring at him petulantly.

“I mean it Buck,” Steve warned. “Don't hurt Tony.”

Bucky turned to face him fully, leaving the spatula in the bowl. He tilted his chin out challengingly, and gave Steve his best appraising look. Like expected, Steve didn't even flinch. Idiot.

“Yeah?” Bucky said. “Or what?”

Shock flickered over Steve's face, followed by disbelief, rage, and then finally suspicion.

“The hell do you mean 'or what?’ Or I'll kick your ass, that's what.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “See you're missin’ somethin’ vital here, Stevie.”

“Yeah? And what's that?” Steve's eyes widened as soon as the words were out of his mouth, quickly morphing into a sharp glare. “The helicarrier don't count, Buck. I wasn't fightin’ back. I still think I could kick your ass--”

“No you couldn't,” Bucky said blandly. “Couldn't in ‘42, and that ain't different now. I don't care if you moved a hundred weight classes. You're predictable as shit.”

Steve let out an offended sounding noise but Bucky cut him off.

“But that ain't what you're missin’. I mean, you are missing common fucking sense apparently, but that wasn't what I was getting at.” He paused in his improvised lecture to start digging through cabinets for a baking pan.

Lots of cookie sheets, a couple cupcake tins, did they not have a--oh, there it was. Bucky's metal hand clinked around the side of the bread pan as he pulled it free. Steve was still going on about how he had plenty more experience now or some shit, like it could at all compare to seventy goddamn years of professional assassinations. He grinned. Some things never changed.

“Steve. Stevie,” Bucky interrupted, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “Deep breaths, pal.”

“I don't have asthma anymore, Buck--”

“You're still turnin’ bright pink.”

Steve scowled something fierce. “Y’know what, Buck? Go right ahead. Sleep with Tony. But don't expect me to help or support you in this. It's cruel and I can't believe you would--”

“Stevie, Jesus Christ, would you take a goddamn breath for a sec? Lemme speak.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, somehow managing to look just as annoying as he had in the 40s. Bucky fought off another grin. It was hard to stay mad when he was finally stable, finally able to participate in this insane future world he found himself in. Living the impossible where Steve was taller than him and they both recently celebrated their hundredth birthdays.

Same future where a man in a metal suit could soar through the air, leaving birds in the wake behind him.

“You seem to be forgetting that part where I said I'm gonna marry him,” Bucky mirrored Steve's pose, meeting his gaze evenly. “I ain't exaggerating.”

Irritation left Steve's face slowly, but the suspicion was still there. And honestly, it was a little relieving to be suspected of toying with someone's heart rather than stabbing it. Felt more normal.

“I don't get it,” Steve finally said. “You said you made this decision when you--”

“Communal showers, yep,” Bucky nodded, affirming. He chewed the inside of his cheek a little, doing a little suspicious staring of his own. He sighed loudly. “You really gonna make me talk about my feelings right now?”

“Yep,” Steve said evenly, popping the 'p’ extra loud in his best imitation of Bucky.

What a punk.

He groaned loudly, scuffing his feet on the floor as he moved, taking his sweet time dumping the batter into the bread pan. Steve could just sit there and wait. It wasn't like they were getting any older.

When he finally slid the pan into the oven and set the timer Steve had slid back over to the kitchen stools, perched there and waiting like an overgrown and judgmental bird.

“Well?”

Bucky scowled. He stalked across the kitchen, stopping at the sink so that he could stare Steve down properly, and let the humour leave his face. He sure as hell wasn't going to be having this conversation twice.

Steve flinched, looking behind Bucky towards the door. He opened his mouth, “Uh, Buck--”

“No, you want me to talk feelings? Let's talk about my goddamn feelings,” Bucky snapped.

Steve winced.

“Tony ain't just a mechanic with a suit. Sure, it's incredible, like somethin’ outta those sci-fi books I used to get. I mean, a guy flying outside of a plane on its own is something for the records, but he makes it look graceful. Effortless. And it is for him,” Bucky shook his head, reaching down into the sink to flick bits of debris down the garbage disposal. He didn't want to see Steve's reaction yet. “Everything is. That mind of his is somethin’ else, Stevie. But it doesn't stand a chance against his heart.”

Steve's eyes widened more, and he glanced at the door behind Bucky again. Bucky snapped his fingers to get Steve's attention back on him, feeling marginally more satisfied when Steve cringed and obliged.

“I dunno if you all just got used to it, or if there's somethin’ I'm missin’, but he pours his whole goddamn soul into the Avengers. And I don't just mean funding.” Bucky stepped to the side to open one of the closer cabinets and gestured to all the various and weird cereals, snacks, and internationally imported treats that were stocked in meticulous order. “He takes the time to know you. Figure out how to turn a tower into a home. I know for a fact some of this shit was discontinued, and Nat's weird chips are definitely illegal by FDA standards. But that doesn't stop Stark.”

A small smile crossed Steve's face and maybe he was finally getting it. Bucky closed the cabinet and shook his head.

“Thing is, Stevie, the world can't be saved. No matter how ready your heroes are, no matter how good your tech is. You put one fire out and it starts another.” He held up a placating hand before Steve could interrupt him. “I ain't sayin’ that that means it ain't worth tryin’. But it's just a fact of the business. For every Captain America, there's always gonna be a Winter Soldier.”

Steve's smile faded into a pressed grim line. So Bucky pushed past it.

“Tony does it anyway. He ain't got powers, ain't got enhancements, nothin’. He's just a guy with a suit. An awesome suit, but,” Bucky conceded a little, “no obligation. And he still goes into it just like you lot do. But he goes in with his heart wide open.”

The blond’s eyes watched him thoughtfully, still occasionally seeking the door, but calmer.

“And I ain't sayin’ that you all don't care. M’not. Just that there ain't nobody on this horrible planet that still goes into hell with his heart as open and vulnerable as Tony does.” Bucky shrugged. “Don't gotta be close to the guy to see it.”

Steve nodded slowly. After a minute or so, his eyes found Bucky's again. “So you're serious about him then?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Christ, Stevie. I sure think so.”

Steve laughed a little, looking considerably more at ease. That whole 'fight me’ vibe had simmered and faded, leaving curiosity glittering in his eyes. Or trouble. Probably trouble.

“And you're gonna marry him, huh?”

“Yep,” Bucky said, popping the 'p’ extra loud. “So you better get on board, Rogers.”

“Oh, you got a plan now?” Steve grinned. “Know his favourite flowers yet?”

Bucky snickered. “I'll figure out the plan along the way. Tell you what though. In ten years? I’m gunna be Tony Stark’s second husband.”

Steve was giggling again in that way that only meant trouble. Bucky tried to look exasperated but his smile probably gave him away.

“What, punk? What’re you laughin’ at--”

“What happened to my first husband?” said a cheerful voice behind him.

Bucky froze. Steve's laughter was now generously peppered with wheezes and snorts. Of course. Of course.

Fuck it.

Bucky turned around and gave Tony his most charming grin. “Nothin’ you can prove.”

He held up his hand over his shoulder and Steve high fived him instantly. Good to know Rogers was on board, at least.

Tony laughed, a little under his breath, and shifted his weight back and forth. Like he was nervous. Bucky tilted his head and waited. Eventually those big brown eyes were back on him and the grin he'd seen plastered all over magazines and TV screens couldn't have held a candle to the one in front of him. Bucky's heart gave a traitorous little thump.

“Yeah, alright. I'll bite,” Tony said with a nod, looking genuinely pleased. His brow quirked just a little. “Favourite flowers are red Columbines. Remind me of something I'm pretty fond of. You’ll know it when you see it.”

Bucky nodded, biting his lip to try and keep from grinning like an idiot. “Red Columbines. Got it.”

“You can pick me up at eight on Friday,” Tony informed him, trying to keep the playfulness off his face and only barely getting any traction. “Wear something nice. You know what, just let Nat pick it out for you.”

“Aw, you don't think I could charm you all by myself?” Bucky asked and thanked every deity he could think of (including Thor) that his voice didn't wobble. “And here I was going to put on my best hoodie and everythin’.”

Tony laughed again and Bucky couldn't help the way his grin widened.

“Friday. Eight o’clock sharp. Don't be late,” Tony said, wavering a bit where he stood.

“Anything for you, doll,” Bucky winked.

Tony gave an embarrassing little giggle snort that Bucky would treasure for the rest of his goddamn days, then turned on his heel and left the kitchen. Bucky didn't need to look behind him to know that Steve was grinning.

“I did try to stop you,” Steve offered, not even able to get the words out without laughing.

“You're such a punk.”

Steve laughed at him some more and Bucky didn't bother trying to hide the dopey smile on his face.

“Though, he was probably coming to the kitchen to get food, not be proposed to,” Steve pointed out. “And I don't think he's consumed anything that isn't coffee in a couple days.”

Bucky's smile dropped off his face and he whirled around to check the timer. Fifteen minutes left of baking. Fifteen minutes to school his expression into something that wasn't gag worthy.

“I'll make sure to bring him some fresh carrot-banana bread. He likes all that healthy shit, right?”

“Mhmm.” Steve nodded.

“Good,” Bucky said, leaning back against the counter and trying to catch his breath. His heart was still hammering away worse than it had in years and he couldn't get enough of it. The dizzy feeling spread down to his knees as he realized Tony hadn't exactly said no to the whole accidental marriage proposal.

Well then. Ain't that somethin’.

“Good,” Bucky said again, the grin back in full spread. “Maybe I can cut down the plan to four years.”

Steve laughed and Bucky barely noticed.

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #prompts #getmcfucked #Anonymous

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

Could you possibly do a riverdale prompt where Kevin gets really sick and it's up to Archie and jughead to be the caretakers as Betty and Veronica are away? Thanks so much!

(I’m so happy about this prompt because I’ve wanted to explore Kevin for so long because he’s the best!! And also since we don’t know much about Kevin at this time, a lot of his family life is my headcanon so sorry if that turns out to be wrong I just wanted to explore his family dynamic!! Also I never cease to unnecessarily add in DEH references :“) I’m sorry)

"Kevin–we can postpone–” Betty insisted over FaceTime, frowning as she took in her friend’s pale, sickly appearance.

“Betty, its–” Kevin turned away to cough chestily, into his fist, sniffling as he turned back to Betty teary-eyed, “Betty, its fine. You and Veronica have been planning this little outing for months!”

Betty frowned, “But Kevin, you look awful–”

Kevin chuckled, clearing his throat as he continued to croak, “Thanks Betty, but honestly, I would never live myself if I got in between the B and V sweet, sweet..”

“Kevin!” Betty yelped, turning a deep shade of crimson with embarrassment.

Kevin laughed, until his chest intervened and he started coughing wetly, gasping for air as the cough never seemed to stop.

“Kev,” Betty muttered worriedly, to which he simply brushed her off as he grabbed for a glass of water next to his bed, and gulped heartily at it, desperate for the coughs to subside.

“Betty, I promise you I’m going to be just fine, I’ll be alive when you get back,” Kevin promised, trying to give her a reassuring smile.

Betty sighed, “Fine, Kev, look after yourself, okay?”

“I will. Have a great time, you guys! Bye!” Kevin smiled, waving as he ended the call and buried himself further under his blankets, opening the Netflix app, when his dad knocked at his door.

“Yeah? Come in,” Kevin croaked out, curling up as he flicked through Netflix trying to find a movie to watch.

Tom Keller opened the door gently, a bottle of coup syrup, a spoon and a new glass of water in his hands, a soft smile on his face, “How you feeling kiddo?”

Kevin shrugged, “Alright I guess, not quite dying if that helps?”

Tom chuckled, “That’s great news, Kev, also I recommend Ferris Bueller as a sick day movie.”

Kevin managed a weak grin, loading the movie up but paused it before it played to sit up, running a hand through his hair as his father approached him and felt at his cheek.

“That’s not too good,” Tom frowned, pouring the cough syrup into the spoon and brought the spoon close to Kevin’s mouth.

“Dad!” Kevin protested childishly.

The Sheriff glared, which was enough to shut his son up and fed him the syrup, to which Kevin took a good gulp of water afterwards.

“Sucks to see you sick, Kevin, but it’s a sure sign that you should take better care of yourself, especially now your musical is nearing,” Tom scolded lightly, his intentions definitely rooting from concern and love.

“I must sacrifice for my art,” Kevin joked dramatically, to which his dad could only huff and playfully ruffle his hair.

“Alright kid, please try and get to bed soon, okay? You need to rest, I don’t want you becoming any worse than you are..” Tom pleaded, looking extremely worried.

Kevin was going to make a joke, but after seeing the pure concern etched onto his father’s face he opted against it and smiled warmly, “I will, dad.”

“Well, goodnight son, get better soon and I love you,” He said softly, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead then proceeding to exit his sick son’s room. He let out a breath he didn’t know he holding once the door shut behind him, looking up to a picture of his wife on the wall and wondering if he was doing enough  for his son.

“God, Kathy..I wish you were here..”

Kevin woke up to a splitting headache, an extremely sore, raw throat and the sound of his dad hustling and bustling around the place, speaking to someone on his phone. He groaned, rubbing at his temples, trying to soothe the overpowering pain in his head. He took a sip from a glass of water–new, he noted, his father must’ve come to check on him last night–and weakly got out from the covers, dragging himself out of his room.

Kevin staggered down the stairs, across the hall to the kitchen where his father was taking out ingredients for soup and tea, kettle boiling, but also in a rather heated conversation.

“Listen, Larry, I am trying to come as soon as I can but Kevin is sick and–”

“Dad, go to work,” Kevin spoke, trying to sound strong and resilient so his father would be convinced that he would be okay for now but the raspiness and hoarseness of his voice probably just worsened and jeopardised the situation.  

The Sheriff jumped slightly, turning around to face his son and his mouth parted very slightly, “Kevin! You shouldn’t be out of bed! Oh god, you look so sick..hang on, Larry I’ll call you back..”

Tom ended the fall much to the protests of his coworker and approached Kevin, feeling his cheek, gasping at the extreme heat, “Shit! That must be the highest it’s been since you got sick two days ago!Kevin–I don’t want to leave you here by yourself, this must be really bad and I cannot allow anything bad to happen to you..”

“Dad! I’ll be fine, honestly! Worse things are going to happen when you aren’t out there–oh,” Suddenly a wave of nausea hit him, everything around him intensifying, his senses flooding, a slight ringing in his ears as he stumbled, body light and falling before his father reflexively caught him, clinging on tight.

“Kevin!” He exclaimed as he lifted his son with some effort, suddenly realising his age as Kevin was much heavier than he used to–he wasn’t a child anymore. He carried him up the stairs and back into his bedroom, laying his son on his bed as he began to cough violently, choking as he did so. Tom hit his back, until Kevin could finally breathe again.

Exhausted, Kevin leaned back against his pillow as his dad with the same exhaustion, sat at the edge of his bed, rubbing his face.

“This is why I can’t leave you, Kev..”

Kevin breathed in heavily, trying to catch his breath and when he finally did, he rasped out, “Dad, the way Riverdale is going, they need you more than ever. The shadows are slowly but surely overtaking the light and you need to stop that before it’s too late.”

“Kevin I..”

“You need to be the man Little Kevin always looked up to–the man who stood up for the good and always did the right thing, at the expense of his own agenda, please, dad.”

“I just..I fear I’m not doing enough,” Tom whispered.

“..What..? Dad..” Kevin sat up weakly, reaching for his dad’s hand.

“It must be real hard on you, Kev..having to share your dad with the rest of the town..I’m always leaving you by yourself and it’s not right, you deserve more than that,"Tom sighed.

”..Dad..hey..I understand, I really do..the town needs you. I understand that, Mom would understand that.“ Kevin expressed, emphasising his last sentence. He turned away to cough harshly into his arm, and when he finished gave his dad a reassuring smile.

His dad managed to smile back when someone began to knock at the door.

"I’ll be fine, dad,” Kevin reassured finally, assuming it was his fellow colleagues coming to pick him up.

Tom sighed, giving a sad little smile before heading down the stairs, sighing as he opened the door, except the people at the door were not who he expected at all.

“Hey Sheriff Keller!” Archie Andrews beamed.

“..Wh..?”

“We’ve come for your son,” Jughead grinned.

Tom cleared his throat and gave them a sympathetic look, “Kevin’s actually sick..”

“Oh, we know, that’s why we’re here, to look after him,” Jughead explained.

Tom couldn’t help his smile, their kindness warming his heart and putting his troubled mind at ease, greatly touched and moved by their kindness, “Oh you boys..that’s so kind, thank you so much. H-he’s in his room.”

Archie and Jughead nodded, bounding up the stairs and into Kevin’s room.

“Oh my god dad–wait, what the hell?!” Kevin exclaimed, jumping slightly as his two friends practically burst into his room.

Kevin squinted, “..Betty tell you?”

“Uhhh..”,“ Archie stuttered.

"Yes, yes she did,” Jughead deadpanned, straight to the point, grinning ear to ear.

“But of course we’re here on our own accord, I make a killer soup,” Jughead followed up.

Kevin smirked, “What, is it gonna kill me?”

Jughead huffed, “Precisely. Exactly what I wish to achieve here.”

Tom walked into the room, a soft smile on his face, “I didn’t know you could make good soup, Jug.”

“He really does, Sheriff, he’s just the one sick all the time and doesn’t really get to make it,” Archie explained.

Kevin’s eyes widened, “Jug, you’re going to–”

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” Jughead shushed, pressing a finger to Kevin’s lips, “all will be well, child, you’ll see..”

Tom cleared his throat, “Will you boys be okay with Kevin here for a few hours?”

“We’ll try not to kill him, Sheriff,” Jughead laughed.

With a genuine smile, Tom left the room, satisfied enough and his troubled mind at ease.

Kevin sighed, “Thank you guys for coming, you really didn’t have to..but he’s been at it for days–he’s so worried that I’m going to die or something.”

Archie grinned playfully, “We’ll try our best not to, but no guarantees, of course.” Jughead left soon after that, going to make soup and leaving Archie alone.

Archie came closer to his friend and frowned upon examining the sickly features etched onto his face, not used to seeing his bubbly, energetic friend in such a state, placing a hand on his forehead which further deepened his frown. “You really are sick, huh?”

Kevin huffed playfully, “Am I?”

Archie couldn’t help his grin, fluffing Kevin’s pillows and tucking him into the blankets, hovering over him like an overprotective mother. His brow was furrowed in concern, brushing off hair that was on Kevin’s forehead. He was so stressed but Kevin couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Archie, calm down,” Kevin giggled.

Archie blushed, realising how much he was coddling his friend and smiled sheepishly, “Sorry..uh, have you had medicine?”

Kevin shook his head no and immediately Archie was opening the bottle of cough syrup his dad had brought up last night. He poured the the liquid into the spoon ever so carefully, obviously very tense and hand slightly shaking, tongue stuck out in concentration. Kevin pressed his lips to stop himself from laughing and trying to prevent Archie from spilling the medicine everywhere.

Carefully, shaking slightly, Archie brought the spoon towards Kevin’s face, and as he neared his mouth, accidentally shoved the spoon into Kevin’s mouth. Archie widened his eyes as Kevin quickly gulped down some water; shaking slightly, and managing to swallow before laughing. He smiled, “Don’t ever change, Arch.”

A few minutes later, the two boys could hear Jughead coming up the stairs, then proceeding to kick open the door, a tray containing a very aromatic, steaming bowl of chicken noodle. He approached his friends and set the tray on Kevin’s lap.

Jughead grinned, pulling on a very exaggerated French accent, “Voila! Le repas est servi, mon ami.”

Kevin grinned, the steam warming his shaky and shivering body. He tried to reach out for the spoon, and when he did his hand shook violently, metal rattling against the ceramic of the bowl as he dipped into the soup. He tried to bring the spoon to his mouth, but before he could lift the spoon out of the creamy liquid it fell out due to the vigorous shaking. Archie and Jughead frowned, shooting each other a look.

Archie sat down next to Kevin, taking the spoon from him and dipping the spoon back into the soup, lifting it towards his own lips and blowing at it. Kevin blinked, “..You’re not feeding me.”

Jughead rolled his eyes, “You’re not feeding yourself anytime soon either, Kevin.”

Kevin huffed, and accepted his fate as Archie clumsily brought the spoon towards Kevin’s lips. Kevin sipped at the soup, the creamy texture ambrosia for his scratchy, sore throat. His senses were somewhat impaired and not to their maximum potential, but he could still taste the flavourful taste of Jughead’s soup, the richness and creaminess.

Kevin managed the majority of the soup, closing his eyes and laid back, “Thank you..both of you.”

Just as Kevin began to drift off into a peaceful wonderland, his body warm and comfortable against the soft, crisp sheets and mind finally at ease, his body jolted out of this temporary wonderland. He pitched forward and coughed violently, his chest heavy with congestion as he hacked and coughed.

Archie’s eyes widened, frozen and shocked, beginning to panic, “Kevin?!”

Kevin choked as the copious amounts of congestion in his chest prevented him from breathing, blocking his passageways. He gasped for air, continuing to cough powerfully, eyes welling up with tears and face going red as his body pleaded for it to be supplied with oxygen. Jughead recovered from the shock before Archie did, springing off his slouched position on the wall and rushed to Kevin’s side, hitting between his shoulder blades firmly, trying to get him to breathe.

Eventually Kevin spat out a bit of phlegm onto a tissue, gasping as he tried to supply his body with much needed air. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath and resupply his body with air. Jughead let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline from the past event, only to be greeted by a comforting back pat by Archie.

Archie was still pretty freaked out, eyes still wide, handing him a glass of water to which Kevin gulped it down. He ran a hand through Kevin’s hair, “Kevin, are you okay? You’re burning up..I’m so scared..”

“Archie, I’m fine–”

“No you’re not! Jesus, Jug, what do we do?? Should we take him to a hospital?!” Archie panicked.

“Shh,” Jughead reassured, feeling slightly alienated for being the calm one in the situation for once, patting Archie on the back soothingly.

“He’s fine for now, Arch. We just have to get his fever down and soothe his throat–will you go make him some tea, Arch?” Jughead suggested, hoping sending Archie off would give him some time to take a breather. Archie nodded, heading off down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Jughead turned back around to Kevin and gave him a warm smile, to which Kevin only looked guilty.

“..I didn’t mean to scare you guys..”

Jughead huffed fondly, ruffling Kevin’s hair fondly, “Its not your fault–Archie’s always worried unnecessarily when I’m sick, he always does this. He’s going to be just fine.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow, “Its because you hide your sicknesses all the time, you’re the worst, y'know? You’re taking years off his life–when he sees someone admitting they’re sick he thinks they’re dying thanks to you. And also, you are going to get sick.”

Jughead laughed, “I know, Kev, but you make sacrifices for the ones you love.”

Kevin blinked, feeling very fulfilled and loved, unable to help himself from the smile creeping onto his face as Jughead turned away to grab a towel and dampen it. He returned shortly after with a cold towel and laid it over his forehead.

“You’re going to be okay, dude,” Jughead promised, running a hand through his hair as Archie returned with some chamomile tea. Kevin offered him a sweet smile, relieved to see Archie looked a lot more composed now, not as shaky and panicked as he had been just then. Archie offered him the tea to which Kevin sipped at it gladly, extremely grateful for the soothing sensation of the warm liquid against his throat.

The warmth of the tea and the company of his friends left him feeling very safe and peaceful, closing his eyes knowing that everything would be okay. He snuggled up against the blankets, patting at both the vacant spaces on both his left and right, clearing calling them over.

“I’m sleepy..” Kevin yawned tiredly, his body demanding him to rest.

He hadn’t even requested or said anything, but the two boys knew exactly what they had to do. Archie looked at Jughead first, wondering if the boy was comfortable with this first and foremost, and even though he didn’t say a word Jughead knew what he was asking. Jughead nodded at him, smiling. They gave each other a knowing look and climbed onto bed with Kevin, cuddling with him until the sick boy drifted off to sleep.

Tom tiredly stuck his keys into the keyhole and twisted them, unlocking the door. He stepped into his house and pulled them out, pocketing them and heading straight for the stairs, eager to see how his son was doing. He climbed the stairs as quickly as he could without making a ruckus, and once he shuffled down the hall to the white door where a lovingly painted “Kevin” in cursive was painted, he halted. He couldn’t hear anything in there.

Tom quietly opened the door, and his heart warmed with the sight, a joyful smile creeping onto his face to see his son sleeping soundly, accompanied by his two friends holding him close, as if to protect him. He nodded slowly, more than content with what he saw and closed the door once again, leaving the friends to their peace for now. Who knew how long that peace would last in this town? He didn’t have the heart to take it from them.

He went down the stairs again to make himself a coffee, feeling fulfilled for the first time in forever. Tom knew that there would be moments he would miss, be spaces he wouldn’t be able fill, and that he would come up short a million different ways. However, he was relieved to know Kevin’s friends would be here to fill in the spaces he couldn’t, and he was forever grateful. As long as he stood by his son, as well as his friends, everything would stop feeling so big, until it all felt small.

#kevin keller #archie andrews #jughead jones #kevarchie #riverdale #fever #prompts #keghead?? #is that what its called lmao #betty cooper #sickfic #these are all headcanons on kevins family life this is gonna look dumb as heck when s2 comes out haha

[ofjulii]

at the still point of the turning world (wang kai/hu ge rpf)

So I was thinking about how badly Hu Ge deals with the consequences of his trolling, because let me tell you - that boy is amazing at fucking with the internet, but so, so bad at dealing with the aftermath. 

....and it spiralled into RPF, because that’s how I roll. This is a draft, possibly a WIP, and everyone’s a little OOC. *hides* 

The cat monitor releases a cacophony of purrs, signalling at him to get up and start the day. Hu Ge groans, cracking open his eyes and clawing at the monitor - he has an audition at ten, and late lunch with the director of one of his upcoming projects at noon. There’s no time to waste. He moves to push the blanket off his body, only to realize that there's an arm sprawled across his chest.

Nothing exceptional happened yesterday - surely he would've remembered if he exchanged numbers with anyone, or struck up a conversation with someone new? Hu Ge blinks, trying to recall the previous night – there was a little bit of drinking, yes, but nothing too much, just a celebratory drink with oh my god Wang Kai -

-he turns. It’s Wang Kai.

Fuck.

-

It takes a little bit of courage, but he blurts out: “What happened yesterday?”

“What happened yesterday?” Wang Kai looks confused, his eyes glazed over from his hour long marathon of candy crush, and Hu Ge pretends to not find him adorable. Fuck. He hasn’t doubted his sexuality since high school, when a cute maths teacher had swept into his boring town life and rendered him with a hopeless, unrequited crush. It never amounted to anything, as the teacher soon left to teach another school and Hu Ge had nursed his heartbreak by kissing every girl in his class and watching Titanic every weekend. It worked – he’d never looked at a man and gone well, I want to bang him ever again. At least until now, apparently.

“You know…bed? We woke up in the same bed?” He tries again, tongue-tied for once in his life.

Wang Kai still looks helplessly, adorably confused. “Yes?”

Hu Ge sighs. There must be a better way to get his point across. “Did we…”

“Did we what.” Wang Kai mumbles, eyes transfixed on his screen. He’s been on level five-hundred for thirty minutes. Hu Ge can’t believe that he cares more about candy crush than he does over possibly having slept with Hu Ge, the paragon of heterosexuality, the quintessential straight guy in every group – likes curves, and has never slept with a man.

“Bang?” He chokes out, before desperately trying to swallow his words. A beat drops. Hu Ge tries to think of the easiest way to kill himself. He’s busy contemplating how to break a double-paned glass window when Wang Kai laughs, his laughter echoing around the silent room.

“Oh my god,” Wang Kai chokes out, grabbing onto a chair to steady himself and failing, “Did you think-” he trails off and laughs and laughs and laughs, stopping  only to take another look at Hu Ge’s facial expression and dissolve into another fit of laughter.

“Old man,” he gasps, “we slept together, but-” Hu Ge doesn’t hear anything but the we slept together. He bolts, ready to lock himself in the bathroom before Wang Kai grabs his wrist and steadies him.

“Sorry,” he says, cheeks still pink from laughter, “but yes, we slept together, but not in the way you think we did. Nothing happened. You drank a little more than me, so all I did was shove you into bed and make sure that you stayed in bed. Oh my god. I thought you knew!”

“But you should check Weibo,” Wang Kai continues, his facial expression morphing into something more serious, “I’m not sure what’s going on, because I personally haven’t checked.”

Hu Ge can tell that he doesn’t want to check. “But my manager tells me that it has something to do with the both of us and that she’s working to resolve it right now.”

Hu Ge turns on his phone to a flood of messages. The first one is from his manager – a short, clipped note telling him to stop playing with the public. The second is from Wallace, who sends him again? with a laughing emoji. The third and fourth ones are from Liu Tao and Jin Dong, who gently rebuke him for messing with the netizens and telling him to get on Weibo to look at the picture. The picture, they both say. He shudders, and hesitates for a second before clicking on the Weibo app.

It’s pandemonium. Gossip floods across the screen, black text blaring “HU GE AND WANG KAI: SECRET GAY LOVERS?” The KaiGe tag has exploded overnight and their silence on the matter only adds fuel to the fire.

Hu Ge takes one look at the picture and understands. To most people, it looks like nothing, just two men sharing a drink – but Hu Ge, trained in the arts of trolling the internet, knows. The picture is blurry and unfocused, but he can still see it – he can see it from their close proximity, their bodies positioned too close to each other to be anything less than lovers, parallel lines leaning into each other but never meeting, never connecting. He can see it from the way his hands linger on Wang Kai, chained to the beacon of heat in his back, enveloped by flame, by ash. But mostly, he can see it from the way he looks at Wang Kai – softly, reverently, like the earth orbiting around the sun, anchored by warmth, by gravity, resplendent in a gown of incandescent light because of him, of him – and Hu Ge thinks, oh. I’m in love.

#nirvana in fire #nirvana in fire rpf #go watch fighting man if you want to see wang kai acting like a giggly baby #fighting man is shit but wk is giggly #hu ge #wang kai #chinese actor rpf #cdrama #(technically?) #cactors

[0n-y0ur-left]

@machine-dove sent me a message yelling about my tags on this post and said I had to write the ficlet.

I’m always a slut for prompts, so...

The thing was, Steve would swear in the years that followed, he really felt like him and Bucky had been dancing around this for months.  They’d been best friends for years, for as far back as either of them could remember, but after the weirdness that had been middle school there’d been a charge there, a spark of something humming beneath the surface of their interactions that both excited and scared the hell out of them.  

Or out of Steve, anyway.  He’d finally gotten the nerve to admit - to himself and his friends and loved ones - that he had a thing for both girls and guys at the start of eleventh grade, and while he didn’t have dates of either sex lining up to ask him out, it had at least cleared the air between him and Bucky.  And when Buck had broken up with his last girl of the month, four months ago (not that Steve was keeping track), and they’d started constantly hanging out together again, like old times… well, there was a nasty little voice in Steve’s head that couldn’t help reading more into it.

Especially when Bucky insisted sharing milk shakes when they went out after school, or popcorn when they went to the movies, or letting Steve borrow his Varsity jacket when he accidentally/on purpose forgot to bring his own coat to the Homecoming game they’d gone stag to.  There was definitely something there, something more than Steve had ever dreamed of hoping for - but while one mean side of him liked to point out the possibility of his best friend becoming something even more, the other, meaner side always shut him down: making sure to remind Steve as harshly as possible just how delusional he was being.

Because Bucky, even if he was single, had never once expressed an interest in being with other guys.  And even if he had, Buck was so far out of Steve’s league that it wasn’t funny.  He was smart - honor council this year, top of their class since he’d first transferred to Brooklyn in elementary school - he was on student council, starting pitcher for the varsity baseball team as  a sophomore, a key player in every drama production Washington High had put on since he’d started there.  People were tripping over the opportunity to hang out with Bucky Barnes, never mind the chance to date him.  And Steve… Steve was just Steve.  Scrawny asthmatic with a chip on his shoulder, painfully average student and GSA representative.  He was a decent artist when people took the time to actually look at his work, and Bucky swore up and down that he was funny as hell, but for the most part Steve knew that the only reason he wasn’t regularly getting shoved in lockers anymore was because he was most famous for being Bucky Barnes’ best friend.

Steve was an idiot for even imagining that he had a chance with someone as perfect as Bucky, but he wasn’t so stupid that he’d go and risk something as important as their friendship by asking him out.

Besides, they hung out so often that Steve felt he could pretty safely pretend they were dating.  In the deepest, darkest corners of his mind.  And if ninety-nine percent of his schmoopy fan art of late was based on an AU of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne as dorky high school boyfriends that maybe bore a little bit of a resemblance to the dumb shit that the two of them did together?  Well… no one needed to know.

It got more hits to his blog, at least.

That said, there were still nights when Steve’s stupid brain couldn’t help but wish.  So when Bucky had sent his text on the Sunday before the MLK Holiday, when Steve was already pouting about the fact that he couldn’t join him in their volunteer plans because his stupid head had decided to come down with a stupid cold, well… Steve couldn’t help feeling a little reckless.

Text from Bucky Received 09:32 PM

What do you wear to bed?

Steve had been staring at it for a solid thirty seconds, blinking and trying to convince himself that it really wasn’t the Nyquil that he’d taken earlier - that Bucky really was asking him that question.

He had to know how suggestive it was.  Steve had watched Bucky charm girls since they were in elementary school… he knew how to flirt, he knew how people took his words.  Which meant - he had to be flirting with Steve.  It wasn’t completely out of the blue, not really, but it still left Steve such a squirmy mess that he actually had to abandon his tablet on his desk and fall back onto his mattress to read it again.

Bucky had stayed over enough times over the years to know damned well that Steve usually just slept in whatever outsized summer camp t-shirt was cleanest in his drawer and either a pair of old boxers or ratty pajama pants; but he couldn’t very well say that.  Not in response to his first sext.

He bit the hell out of his lip, dismissing the thought as fast as he could, before  finally forcing his fingers to type out an answer.  

Text to Bucky Sent 9:34 PM

depends on the weather

if its summer just a black jock or smth ;)

He held his breath as the ellipses bubble appeared on Bucky’s side of the screen, rereading his response obsessively.  Best case scenario: Bucky really was flirting with him, and they could get it out of their systems the easy way… break the ice on a text screen, then make out like fiends in person the next time they hung out together.  Worst case scenario: Bucky would ask him what the fuck he was talking about and Steve would laugh it off as a joke.

He was golden.

He was really, really fucking hoping for the former - although as Bucky continued typing he couldn’t help but start panicking.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

k but what about like in the winter

do u wear warm pajamas?

What the fuck?

Steve actually started to type as much, but the rest of Bucky’s responses came in a flurry of messages.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

my mom is making me throw out my old superman pajamas and i kno theyre about ur size

i swear theyre not gross or anything

ill wash them before

if u want them

i just know u like superman and its dumb to throw them away

Steve finished reading the texts, dropped the phone onto his comforter, and covered his face in his hands because - oh God.  It was so painfully cute, so painfully Buck that he couldn’t help giggling, and immediately picked the phone back up to read the exchange again.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he took a screenshot and hit the share icon for his Tumblr account.  After a second’s debate he added the hashtag #Ur fav would NEVEr #This boy and posted it.

He rolled onto his side, staring at the screenshot and grinning like a crazy person… and then succumbed to the cold meds, finally.

Steve woke up coughing a short while later, blinking in confusion before realizing that he’d definitely fell asleep on top of his covers, with his damned contacts still in.  He reluctantly moved to the bathroom to pop them out (his eyes were already a sticky, awful mess, so leaving them in absolutely wasn’t worth how he’d feel in the morning), then stumbled back to his bed, groaning when he noticed the time on his alarm clock.

He face-planted back into his pillow, only to bash his nose against the cold, hard surface of his phone.  With a curse he moved the damned thing to his nightstand - then remembered how he’d fell asleep in the first place.  He knocked three books on the floor feeling for his glasses on the nightstand, but finally got them on his nose and pulled his phone screen close to his face, blinking in surprise when he saw his Tumblr app notifications.

With a little red bubble that read 1,000+ next to it.

Steve opened the app with shaking fingers, only to laugh out loud when he realized which post it was that had blown up.  He hadn’t imagined the interchange with Bucky, and apparently the entire damned internet was every bit as charmed as he’d felt.  A quick scroll through his inbox confirmed that at least fifty people thought they should get married.

Which… was probably jumping the gun, but was something that Steve couldn’t help preening over, just a little.

Text to Bucky sent 06:03 AM

I PUT THIS CONVO ON THE INTERNET

If nothing else, Buck would get a good laugh out of it in the morning, Steve figured with a giggle.

A giggle that stopped as soon as the blue check mark appeared next to Bucky’s name.

Text from Bucky received 06:03 AM

hmmmmm?

Steve - had definitely not expected Buck to be up yet, but he could hardly abandon the conversation now.

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

I put this on tumblr.  U should see the responses!

It vaguely occurred to Steve that he probably should have asked for permission ahead of time, but it was Bucky.  And it wasn’t as if he’d said anything terrible - if anything, Steve came out looking like the pervy idiot.

Besides, none of their classmates would guess that this random Bucky on the internet was their Bucky: no one outside of their immediate friend group knew that Buck was such a dork, or would believe it in the first place.

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

is that ur art site?

Steve hid his grin behind his hand.  His art site.  Please…

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

yeah sort of.  i post on it sometimes

it got huge responses!

more than any drawings :P

PS how old r these pjs?  if they r gonna fit me? XD

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

shit

Steve’s heart sank in his chest as the ellipse button appeared immediately under Bucky’s response.  He was in the middle of stumbling out of bed to retrieve his laptop to delete the damned thing when his phone chimed again.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

i lied to millions of ppl on the internet

my mom isnt making me throw my pajamas out

i saw them at target

Steve was about to laugh and make a snarky reply about the ‘millions’ part (he had a grand total of five hundred twenty-three people following his crappy fan art blog, but Bucky always was one for dramatics) but the rest of Bucky’s rant stopped him cold.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

they were on sale tho

i know we already did xmas presents

they just made me think of u

Steve’s smile was so wide his face ached.  The ellipses kept coming.

Text from Bucky received 06:06 AM

no they werent

they werent on sale

thats another lie

sorry tumbler

can they see this now???

Steve was dying.  Bucky was going to actually kill him with adorableness, and he didn’t even seem to realize it.  After smothering a squeal in his pillow Steve got his shit together and started typing back.

Text to Bucky sent 06:06AM

nope! no worries ;)

He gnawed viciously on his bottom lip as he typed up his follow up, started to delete it twice, then finally manned up and hit send.  

Steve was a lot of things, but he sure as hell hoped he wouldn’t ever be called a coward.

Text to Bucky sent 06:07 AM

i got about 50 message overnight tho

they all say i’ve gotta marry you XD

The emoticon, Steve decided when he saw the blue checkmark beneath it, was a nice touch.  If Buck freaked out now, he could just laugh the whole thing off as a joke.

(he wasn’t laughing while the ellipse bubble flashed next to Bucky’s name ten billion times in the next two minutes)

Text from Bucky sent 06:08 AM

we should prob start with coffee first

if ur feeling better i can pick u up tuesday?

is seven okay?

Steve stared at his phone for a solid thirty seconds, gaping in shock, before pressing the call button next to Bucky’s name with shaking fingers.  Seven was perfect, but he could hardly trust himself to type as much.

#stucky au #prompt ficlet #stucky fic #steve x bucky #machine-dove #inspired by tumblr #have some fluff #high school au

[goodand-gone]

hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out. i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out. i woke up today because i (we don’t need words) - if you be my baby

11. hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out. i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out. i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)

It takes River several moments to realize the sound waking him up is the notification noise from Instagram. He blinks blearily, squinting at where his phone lays - or where he thinks it is. It takes him a few moments to actually find it. And once he does, it takes him another minute to adjust to the blinding light of his screen. 

When he finally does open the app, the majority of the notifications are from three very specific people. He scrolls through them, his grin widening with each like and comment on the pieces of art posted to the account he made for them. 

Shaking his head, River closes the app and locks his phone. Before the light fades, he notices the time - two in the morning. River snorts and pulls the blanket over his head, feeling ridiculously happy.

————–

By noon the next day, his phone is full of texts from the group chat, the one belonging to the same three very specific people. River sits down, glancing up to make sure his boss isn’t around, and opens his phone to read the messages.

where is HE

Working, remember? He can’t check his phone while he’s at work

WELL HE NEEDS TO QUIT WORK I NEED THE ATTENTION

rosie, relax. shouting into the chat won’t make river’s shift end any faster. just be patient

You’re talking to a brick wall with that.

wow rude??? am i the only one that misses him??? that wants his touch?? hIS KISSES??????

Of course not. Some of us just have self control.

ok wow DOUBLE RUDE

i’ll keep you occupied until river gets to us ;)))))

oh

Oh my god. You two are wicked. I’m leaving.

Covering his mouth, River ducks his head to hide his laughter. So they miss him, huh? Well, that’s flattering. And comforting. Warmth bubbles within him. He takes another look around - he’s on break, but the boss working today scares him. River sets his phone beneath the table and returns his attention to the chat.

Fear not babes, for I shall come to you soon with plenty of kisses for all!

Immediately three text bubbles form - Esme and Wyatt and Rosie fighting to respond first. The warmth within him blossoms and he quickly shuts his phone, suddenly more than ready for the day to be done.

#asks #elenafiishers #OTP: If You Be My Baby #my words