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[babyitsmagic]

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“No, no, no. Nope. I am not a who. I am a what.”

[lunaroserites]

Art and Ice - New Perceptions

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: This kinda a filler chapter, some cute fluffy moments between Bucky and Doodle happen.

This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Bucky is a playboy. Flirting. Mentions of not eating or drinking for a hours (ADHD Brain)

Word Court: 3539

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Catch up here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

It wasn’t a surprise that your college finished out the regular season on top. Your college was known across the country for its sports programs. 

It didn’t surprise you when Bucky showed up with a bright cocky smile the day after the last away game. “Ooooh Doodle!” He said in a sing-song voice. 

You looked over your shoulder setting the paint brush down, raising an eyebrow at him, “yeeees Bucky?” You matched his tone perfectly. With all the away games you haven’t seen him since the weekend, you have made some decent progress on the painting of him. You were giddy to show him what you completed in his absence. 

“Guess who scored a date with Mandy, the head cheerleader?” He was beaming. Your heart sank momentarily, your facial expression dropping slightly before you composed yourself and gave him your best dazzling smile. 

“I’m not sure Buck, I’ve always been terrible at guessing games,” you murmured, trying to hide the discontent in your voice as you looked back at the canvas to compose yourself. He didn’t seem to pick up on your change in mood. 

“Ah come on Doodle, I’ll give you a hint. He’s charming, on the hockey team and incredibly sexy,” he sounded so cock sure. 

You turned to face him and tapped the end of the brush on your lip, feigning that you were deep in thought and then a bright smile split across your face. 

“Oh! I know who it is,” you said excitedly. “Sam!” You faked enthusiasm before turning back to the painting but not before catching his face drop for a moment. 

“Pfft, he’s about as charming as an out of tune piano,” Bucky deflected. “Come on Doodle, it’s easy.” 

“They’re easy huh?” You mused. “So must be you then,” you said flatly without missing a beat. He laughed awkwardly behind you. 

“Uh, yeah it’s me,” his cocksure attitude was gone and he sounded a little deflated. 

“That’s nice Buck, have fun,” you said quietly. 

“It’s not until tomorrow night,” he said, “I wanted to come hang out with you tonight,” your heart clenched and you bit your knuckle to stop the pang of hurt that threatened to crush you, you didn’t trust your voice at the moment so you just nodded. 

“How much of the painting have you done?” He asked quickly, changing the topic. You were grateful. “Last time I saw it you just had some base colours on.” 

You had the puck almost done, you were painting as if the puck was being shot at the person viewing it. Slightly different from your original idea, but you liked how it was turning out. Bucky was now standing next to you and you could smell the deep woody and amber tones of his cologne. He always smelled good, even after playing a game or practice. It was something you appreciated about him, Thor would smell like a locker room after practice. It was awful. 

You quickly focused back on the canvas and not how much you wanted to stick your nose into the crook of Bucky’s throat and inhale the heady scent he wore. This little crush was getting out of hand, you needed to squash it quickly. 

“That looks amazing, Doodle,” Bucky said in awe as he looked at the painting. “How do you make it seem so real?” 

“Practice, and a little luck,” you said with a shrug. Bucky moved out of the way when you picked the brush up and started to work on it again. “The inspiration was also a big help,” you looked over your shoulder at him and winked. He gave you a dazzling smile back. “What are you doing today?” He had pulled some books and notes out on the table and was staring down at them. 

“I’m studying for my astronomy final,” he said, his tongue caught between his teeth. His arm crossed over his chest and the other hand held his chin as he looked down at his notes. 

“Mind if I put some music on?” He hummed and you clicked the play button and let the music wash over you. You got to work, getting lost in the music and the brush strokes. 

The soft notes of Work Song by Hozier played soothingly over the speaker and you hummed softly along to the song and swayed gently back and forth. You jumped when you felt Bucky’s hand cup your shoulder and slide down your arm clasping your hand in his. 

“Can’t have a pretty thing like you dancing by herself,” he said softly. He pulled you to him and started to sway you two gently to the beat. Your heart was racing a million miles a minute, your cheeks were a bright shade of red as you hid your face against his firm chest. 

He moved you two effortlessly, he guided you in a small sway. He was smiling down at the top of your head as you leaned your cheek to his chest. His hand held the small of your back gently to him. 

You couldn’t believe this was happening, he was dancing with you randomly. It was completely out of the blue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to complain. He was firm and warm under your touch. He held like you were as fragile as blown glass, his touch feather light and respectful. You usually hated dancing but something about this moment felt right. 

As the song came to close and Bucky took a step back from you, you started to miss the contact as quickly as you lost it. He was smiling down at you and kissed you knuckles of the hand he had been holding at the time. “Thank you for the dance m’lady,” he tipped his chin and gave you a devilish smile. You couldn’t find words to express who you felt at the moment. 

“Thank you kind sir,” you stuttered back. He laughed his beautiful rich as chocolate laugh and made his way back to his studying and you went back to your painting feeling lighter than before. The pit in your stomach growing deeper, you could still feel his warm hand on your waist and the way he held you so carefully.

“Loki I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you whined as you draped over his lap dramatically. You had texted him “code red” before you left the art studio, Bucky had offered to drop you off at your apartment but you declined like you usually did. Code red meaning ‘I need you please come get me.’ Which he did without hesitation. 

“Darling you’re being a little dramatic,” he ran his fingers through your hair trying to sooth your nerves. 

“Loki, I’m not being dramatic. We had this whole conversation about just being friends and spending time together without him waiting to get me in bed,” you exclaimed. 

“Which he probably still does,” Loki added, you glared at him. 

“Not the point, how can that conversation mean anything if I can’t even hold myself to it,” you said in an exasperated tone. “Loki, he danced with me, out of the blue. Just took my hand and danced with me,” you peaked up at Loki who was running his long fingers through your hair, he had an unreadable expression. “Who does that nowadays, it’s something my grandpa would do with nana.” 

“Little brother,” Hela’s sing-song voice called as she poked her head into the room. “Oh hello sweetling! I didn’t know you were visiting,” she smiled at you. You had always liked Helena, she was always nice to you. She gave Loki and Thor shit when we were teens and they were acting like typical teenage boys, insensitive and immature. She looked you over, draped over Loki’s lap, your arm thrown over your eyes. You looked miserable, she entered the room further and sat down on the edge of Loki’s bed and gently touched your shoulder. 

“What’s the matter sweetling,” she asked soothingly. 

“Nothing Hela, stupid feelings and a crush a stupid boy,” you whined. She laughed at that. 

“Men tend to be like that, this is why I like women,” she chuckled. “Seriously sweetling, it can’t be that bad, who is it?” She asked softly. Her eyes drifted to Loki for a moment and he made a face. 

“Bucky Barnes,” you groaned. Hela’s eyes widened and she groaned. 

“You’re telling me you’re upset over that overgrown toddler on skates?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, you looked at her, god she was so pretty. You nodded and sighed heavily. 

“I know, I know. He’s just so.... Ugh.” Loki chuckled and Hela glared at him. She grabbed your hand and rubbed her thumb over your knuckles soothingly. 

“You know a couple years back he tried asking me out. I rejected him. He called me a stuck up bitch,” she said, you raised your arm off your eyes and looked at her. “He wouldn’t even let me tell him I had no interest in men, especially younger men.” You nodded and that was what Loki meant when he was rude to Hela. “He later saw me with Val on a date. He felt like an idiot and apologised for how he acted.” 

“He did?” Loki asked, he sounded surprised. Hela nodded. 

“He learned his lesson. Learned a few things too. From my understanding he’s not as pushy as he used to be,” Hela added. “Shame what happened with his girlfriend and her sudden departure to Alaska. He was apparently a lot different when she was here. She broke his heart. It doesn’t excuse his behaviour but it definitely gives perspective.” 

“You know Nat mentioned that he had a long term relationship that suddenly ended,” you said back, thinking back. 

“Val knew her better than I ever did, she apparently just packed up and left. No explanation, not warning. She was just gone. Barnes was devastated,” Hela said thoughtfully. 

“Huh, well that definitely adds perspective,” you agreed. 

“It doesn’t excuse his behaviour though,” Loki reiterated. You and Hela nodded in agreement. 

“What should I do?” You asked Loki after Hela left. He sighed and looked down at you, eyes swimming with uncertainty. 

“I’m not sure darling, if you told him what do you think would happen?” Loki asked softly. 

“He would probably pick up on trying to sleep with me again,” you groaned. 

You ended up spending the night at Loki’s house with him, falling asleep on his bed. 

“You know, it's a good thing you don’t share a bed with anyone,” Loki shoved you away from the centre of the bed. “You’re a fucking bed hog,” you couldn’t help but laugh at his groggy disgruntled voice. 

“Apologies Loki,” you laughed as he huffed. 

“Bull shit,” he exclaimed while standing up and going into his ensuite bathroom. You stood and leaned against the door frame while Loki pulled a brush through his hair and did his skin care routine. “Do you want me to bring you home so you can change and stuff? 

“I would appreciate it,” you smiled at him. 

“Morning Wands,” you called as you came through the front door, Loki right behind you, he grabbed your coat and hung it up as you pulled it off. 

“In here,” she called out as the toaster popped. You and Loki walked into the kitchen together. “Morning Loki,” she gave him a dazzling smile, which he returned. 

“I’m making cinnamon toast and eggs, hungry?” She asked. 

“I’d love some, I’m going to grab a quick shower and change.” 

“Princessa!” Peitro wrapped you in a hug tightly as he walked behind you and snagged a piece of toast off your plate. 

“Get your own,” you batted his hand away. 

“But I want yours,” he teased. You heard Wanda and Loki chuckle at you both. 

“I have a plate for you too, stop stealing hers,” Wanda ushered him over. 

“What plans do you have today?” Wanda asked as she sat down next to you. You looked to Loki, it was his turn to plan the Saturday plans. 

“The new book I’ve been waiting on is finally here so we have to stop by the bookstore in town,” Loki said, “then I think we’ll drive up the coast, we need pictures for our photography class.” You smiled at him, so thoughtful. “Then maybe some dinner and a stroll through the park,” he finished. 

“God Loki you’re making me look like a terrible boyfriend,” Pietro whined, you snorted into your juice and leaned back laughing loudly. 

“Maybe you should take notes,” Loki teased. You and Wanda were laughing together. Loki was an incredibly thoughtful friend. That’s why you adored him so much. But that’s where it ended. You two were the best of friends and that was where the line was drawn  and there was never a need to cross it. It took time for people to understand your friendship and the boundaries you two had in place. 

“Sounds like a fun day,” Wanda said thoughtfully. 

“What about you Wands? Vis is still abroad isn’t he?” She nodded at your question. 

“I’m going to practise with Pietro, it’s a nice day to be out in the sun,” she answered. “Vis gets back next week.” 

“I had fun today,” you said softly as you and Loki walked through the park after having supper at a sweet little Mexican restaurant. Loki had his hand on the small of your back guiding you and keeping you close. 

“I did too,” he hummed. You two walked around a little more, taking a seat on a bench to watch the setting sun. You looked out over the green space and saw some couples sitting in the grass relaxing. One couple caught your attention. 

“Is that bucky?” You said quietly, tipping your head in his direction. Loki squinted and nodded. 

Bucky was sitting a little ways away leaning back on his hands. Mandy sat next to him completely ignoring him. Something twisted in your heart as you looked at him looking up at the sky and she was scrolling her phone. Loki rubbed your shoulder soothingly. Drawn back to him you gave Loki a sad smile. 

“She probably just wants to sleep with him,” Loki whispered. You nodded in agreement. 

“He likes space a lot. He’s talking to her and she is not even pretending to listen,” it broke your heart. Soon his date leaned over and they got up from their spot. He trailed behind her as they waltzed across the green space toward Bucky’s truck. You watched him follow after her like some love sick puppy. 

But then for a brief moment his eyes connected with yours. His eyes narrowed in on you and he paused for the briefest moment as he looked at you across the field. You couldn’t place the look in his eyes, but it was something akin to longing, maybe you couldn’t be sure. As soon as it started it ended and Bucky was gone with Mandy into his truck. 

“Darling,” Loki’s smooth voice filled your ears and you looked at him. “You okay?” You nodded and sighed. 

“I think so,” you mumbled while shaking your head to clear it. 

You didn’t see much of Bucky over the next few days, practice and studying seemed to completely take over his days. He would text you little updates, ask how your day was going, remind you to drink and eat snacks. Your phone going off startled you out of the trance you were in. 

It was a FaceTime request from Bucky. You slide the answer button and gaze at him with a quizzical look. “Hello,” you chuckled, propping the phone on the easel. 

“Hey doodle,” his hair was wet and he was shirtless, you tried to not look at his shoulders. “Miss me?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“Like a toothache Bucky,” you mused. Your shirt rode up as you stretched your arm to reach up on the canvas. Your phone left you a perfect anglee for Bucky’s eyes to follow the now revealed skin. You didn’t catch him licking his lips at you. 

“I’m hurt doodle,” he feigned hurt and clutched his hand over his heart being dramatic which made you laugh. There was a sudden knock on the art studio door, you looked over your shoulder and then back at the phone. Bucky was trying really hard to not look suspicious. 

“What did you do?” You asked as you grabbed the phone and opened the door, you looked down and he shrugged. Opening the door you were greeted by a delivery driver. You raised an eyebrow and squinted at him. 

“Delivery for Doodle?” The driver said, he looked completely over the day and didn’t bat an eye at the nickname. 

“I didn’t order,” you looked down at your phone and were met with Bucky’s shit eating grin. “You cheeky bastard,” you accused him. “Thank you,” you took the food and sat down at the table in the art room. 

“Thanks Bucky,” you were touched. He had ordered your favourite, everything completely how you liked it. You had only ever ordered this once in his presence, weeks ago. He remembered. “You even remember the extra sauce,” you could feel tears well up in your eyes from how sweet of a gesture it was. You quickly rubbed the tears away and smiled at him. 

Everyone in your life had been so busy you barely spoke to them, Bucky had been the most consistent person by far. You didn’t blame the others, you had barely kept in touch being swapped with final projects and finals. Everyone was just busy. The fact he took the time to send you food, made your heart soar. 

“I figured we could eat together,” Bucky said as he sat up and positioned the phone so his hands were free and you could see his full torso and face. You almost choked on air seeing him. He was fucking hot, you stoped the that train of thought immediately and looked at his face and not his peaks or squishy tummy. He was a big dude, firm but soft looking. You wanted to run your fingers over his torso. 

“I’d like that,” you were impressed with how composed you sounded in that moment. 

“How’s the projects going?” He asked. You shrugged and sighed. 

“They're going. I’m almost done with three of them and I finished the last one this afternoon,” he nodded. Silence fell over you two again but it wasn’t uncomfortable. That was something you noticed shortly after his visits to art studios became more frequent, silence with him was comfortable and you never felt the innate urge to fill it. “How’s studying?” 

“Good, the practicals will be easy. I hate written exams,” Bucky was a kinesiology major, doing astrology classes for electives. What surprised you early on was that he was actually doing well in classes. It made you question those Reddit comments you read saying he cared little for academics. He wasn’t a valedictorian or anything but he was passing with 3.1 GPA overall. You weren’t surprised when he mentioned he wasn't interested in the arts, and that he only did the two mandatory English classes. 

“You got this,” you said to him with a smile. 

“So do you,” he gave you a dazzling smile back. “I'm sorry I haven’t been coming to visit,” he said quietly. 

“It’s okay, we’re all busy right now. I haven’t seen Nat in 4 days, she was hauled up in the dance studio getting ready for her practicals and the final performance,” you shrugged, the performance arts program did a big show at the end of exams the whole campus was invited to purchase tickets for. The funds raised went toward funding future projects. You had your ticket, and an extra because Loki had bought his and forgot to tell you. 

“She hasn’t been at practice either, Barton has been insufferable,” Bucky said with a mock exasperated sigh. 

“I’m not surprised,” you chuckled and smiled at Bucky, he admired the way the corner of your eyes crinkle when you smile like that. 

“You’re still coming Friday?” Bucky asked. 

“Of course,” you nodded. “Actually I have a question to ask you,” he looked at you attentively and waited. “I have an extra ticket to the performing arts final show after exams, did you want to come with me?” You didn’t build your hopes so high that he would say yes. “If you don…”

“Yeah, love too Doodle,” he cut you off. Your face lights up with a bright smile. 

“Awesome,” you cheered excitedly, you wouldn’t soon forget the beautiful smile that graced his face, you both looked into each other for a moment, smiles morning one another. You didn’t want to look away from him, his eyes snapped from yours at the sound of a crash from another room and some yelling. 

“Dammit Scott,” Bucky groaned and looked at you apologetically. “Gotta go Doodle, I’m going to try and swing by the art room tomorrow.” 

“Bye Bucky,” you waved at him as he waved the call ended. You saT back in the chair for a moment before giving up for the night and packing up to go home.

AN: Thank you all so much for reading! I've have been really enjoying writing this series!

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poor Captain is not having a fun time being lost in the depths

'Surely the others would be looking for him at this point. He’d been gone from them for too long. He didn’t know how long, just that it was too long. They’d be looking for him… Twilight could track him- or they’d find the false trail of lights- then they’d find him. They’d find him. He just had to stay put. Stay on alert, ready for anything. He wouldn’t be safe until he was reunited with the others, and back up on the surface. 

Unless… the others had been led away and lost too… they’d split up at the mine… Sprite-

He slowly drew his sword, glancing around as a fragmented prayer floated through his mind. Goddesses Farore, Nayru, Din… keep my brothers safe- let them find each other and me- please- he let out a shuddering breath, trying to force himself to stay steady. They… would be fine. He had to believe that… he would believe that until he saw otherwise. They’d be fine.

He glanced around again, trying to find a wall he could put his back to. That would at least slim the chances of him being snuck up on. There was nothing. Just a plain of darkness that seemed to flicker and swim with distant patches of gloom, and the trail of brightblooms behind him.

He turned in a slow circle, looking for any hints of yellow or white, any sign of movement. The patches of gloom seemed to jump at him in the corners of his vision, ripples of faint red appearing to creep across the ground at him, then retreat as soon as he saw them clearly. Each time it happened, his heart almost stuttered, and he’d hold his breath, staring wide-eyed until he was sure nothing was there. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he could feel the darkness, prickling on his skin, tugging at strands of his hair, breathing down his neck- he whirled around, coming face to face with nothing.

He let out a short breath, almost a panicked laugh. There was nothing. Nothing. He stepped back slightly, almost crushing his brightbloom. He was fine, there was nothing there. Light of the Triforce, the fact that there was nothing was almost worse than if there was something. He could fight something. He couldn’t do anything against nothing.'

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Thirteen}

Alastor x (Fem)Reader

"Hand over the goods! And you two pretty ladies, come with us!" One of them said, pointing between me and Cherri. "Those wings of yours will make us quite the penny!" I take a step back, Angel and Cherri grin. "You ain't getting any of my goods without paying up front." Angel sneers. "Might wanna back off boys." Says Cherri. "My goods are quite...explosive!" She quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a live bomb.

I could barely get a scream out before Angel grabbed me and jumped out of the way. I could hear Cherri's laughter as the bomb went off. "Did she have that the whole time!?" I exclaim. "Duh! She never goes anywhere without them!"

"Them!? As in more than one!?" As I ask that, two more explosives could be heard. I turned my head back to see the limbs of the gang flying everywhere. A few of them were still left standing. They pulled out guns and started firing at us.

Angel dodged a few and took down before grabbing of their guns. "Dance fuckers!" He yells as he begins firing. I quickly took cover and cover my head. Footsteps caused me to lift my head. One of the demons had noticed me and was quickly approaching. A scream left me, alerting Angel.

"Y/n! Move! Fly!" He yelled. Fly? I couldn't fly right now! My wings haven't healed yet! The demon rose his gun and aimed it at me. "Y/n!" Angel yelled again. I groan and spread my wings and fly up into the air just as the demon fired the gun.

A bomb rolled over to the demon and went off, blowing him to bits. I cover my face to shield myself from the smoke. Suddenly a popping sound filled my ears, followed a sharp pain in my wing. I cry out before I began to plummet back down.

Angel quickly rushed over and caught me before I hit the ground. "Y/n, are you ok?" Asked Angel urgently. "I-I don't know. My wing...it's..." I wince, my wing joint throbbing. "You have to get me back to Alastor." I tell him.

"Alastor? Why him?" He asked. "He can heal me." I tell him. Angel's hesitation was as clear as his confusion. "I guess I can't take you to the hospital...they'll ask questions, and Charlie will be pissed."

"And Alastor will kill me for leaving after he said not to." I whine. "But man this hurts..." Angel sighs heavily. "Cherri. Sorry to cut our day short, but I gotta get Y/n back to the hotel." Cherri walked over. "No probs Angie. Get her back safe alright?" Angel nods before hurrying back to the hotel.

Though, he made sure to sneak in so no one would see him. "If Smiles kills me, I just want you to know...you're the least annoying person in this hotel." I smile weakly. "I like you too Angel."

Angel cracks a small smile before knocking on Alastor's office door. "Yeeees?" Came his voice from the other side. "Uh...hey Al. It's me, Angel."

"Angel, if this is another one of your disgusting "offers", I must politely decline!"

"It's not. Y/n is hurt, she needs help."

Within seconds, the door was flung open. "And do tell, how she managed to get hurt while inside the hotel?" Alastor's voice was filled with heavy static. And though he was talking to Angel, his question was directed towards me. Angel stuttered as he tried to answer. "I left." I say, flinching slightly when Alastor's eyes landed on me. "It was my idea to leave the hotel. And I got hurt while trying to fly."

"Y/n-"

"Thank you for being her here Angel. I'll take it from here." Alastor took me from Angel's arms. Angel gave me a concerned look before the door was shut in his face. I was set down on Alastor's desk, I lower my head to avoid his sharp gaze.

"Very sweet of you, covering for Angel like that." I said nothing as I stare down at the floor. "Now, I believe I told you not to leave this hotel. And yet, you did anyway. I thought we were both in  agreement, about what could happen, given the possibility Vox spots you. So tell me..."

Alastor places his finger and thumb on my chin and lifted my head. I repressed a shutter as I stare into his eyes. "Why did you feel the need to disobey me?" My mouth felt dry as I spoke.

"I...I didn't mean to upset you. I know it was dumb of me. I won't do it again. I promise."

"I don't think I believe you."

My heart sank. He smirked at noticing my fear. "I think you are quite the people pleaser. You'd do anything if you think it will make others happy or satisfied. Even if it results in you getting hurt." He continues. "You're impressionable too. I don't see how you would have left with Angel of all people, if that weren't the case."

"Angel isn't that bad..."

"Therefore!" Alastor went on, ignoring me. "You will not step foot out of this hotel without me. I believe it is only fair. After all, just look at what happened to you." There was a hint of fake pity in his tone.

He walked to my side and gently brushed his fingers against my wing joint. "A fragile thing like you...I'm surprised you came back at all."

"Now, let's heal up that wing."

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Ahhh the pregnant reader x Yunobo was so cute! If you can could you do a Revali version as well?

Sure thing! He'd be so sweet to his pregnant s/o too, oh gosh.

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No matter how much you rearranged your home, it never felt as comfortable the next day. The pillows suddenly weren't situated the right way. The plants didn't look as marvelous in the last spot you had them. There was always something that felt off to you, and seeing as how you were due in a few months, you really were starting to get stir crazy. As you settled some of your beloved trinkets on a different shelf than yesterday, you missed the emerald stare from the entryway.

"You're going to drive yourself to the brink of insanity if you keep shuffling about like this," rang a dulcet timbre from just behind you. Though his words sounded as though they were meant to scold you, they were said with genuine care. Soft feathers caressed the roundness of your stomach; plumage colored in berry and cream hues gently molding to tummy. You tilted your head backwards, sheepish smile meeting his endearing one. Revali gave you a knowing look, "Were you not told you should be resting?"

Your lips pursed playfully as you shifted your gaze away from his,

"Yeeees but," the sigh you let out was lengthy, "I just can't...sit still, you know? I get organized one day, but then come the next, everything feels...just slightly out of place."

Revali chuckles a bit, and you pout further. Both of his wings come around your frame. The warmth of him around you, holding you like this brings you comfort - settles that unfamiliar energy inside of you that's been plaguing you the last few weeks.

"You're nesting, dove," he begins quietly, "Not uncommon for my race or yours."

Humming in understanding, it makes total sense to you. Your space was soon welcoming another life. Without even realizing it, you were subconsciously preparing a comfortable environment for you to take care of your baby. You only wished your mind would actually let you rest!

"It's exhausting, I'll admit," you say, your own hands now coming to your belly. Suddenly, you are lifted up, Revali's long feathered fingers carrying you over to your bed. He laid you down with careful ease, leaving just enough room for him to nestle in beside you, "That's exactly why you should be resting".

His beak tilted downward, sharp eyes holding yours, "Or do I need to remind you that we're expecting?"

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head you quickly shot out a "No, no, no" before shimmying yourself further into the bed for more comfort. Revali's wing cradled the back of your head, drawing you close enough for his beak to lovingly peck a kiss to your forehead. His expression shifted into a pleased one,

"If it's any consolation - our home looks nothing less than perfect."

This lit you up, "Does it? I know I've been fussing about it every day, it just never feels like I'm making it look nice enough, and I-"

A plumed finger touches your lips.

"It's because you arranged it that way...that it looks perfect."

Your heart swells at his words, though you take the opportunity to playfully say, "And I know you'd know a thing or two about perfection, wouldn't you, Revali?"

His eyes don't leave yours. The upturn of his beak is genuine, heartwarming. The finger that stopped at your lips now travels to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"I think it goes without saying that I have an eye for it."

[ender-niffler]

Psttttttttt Steve legends fandom

Here’s my Colle headcanon design!! He is your friendly neighborhood red Steve!

(Orrr maybe he’s not fully a red Steve? ;])

Yeeee so headcanon of mine, Colles parents where a pair of a Red, and a Blue Steve- so he is a slightly off tone red with small blue or purple bits here and there

[stnaf-vn]

Oooooh are you gonna have that lightbulb hanging down like in the current demo? It’s so classy and reminds me of an interrogation room. Gives me the vibe that Friend is the monster under the bed in a way I can’t explain

Either way, great work! I’m excited to see what’s coming up ^^

Yeeee!!! I wanna do a cool like slightly swinging lightbulb animation for it :D

[amazingmsme]

that wiggly post is so cute, makes me think of the idea of the LiB all watching the events of black friday together and whenever someone tickles the doll wiggly shifts slightly in his seat bc it tickles So goddamn bad but he doesn’t wanna bring it up. and the other four are all smirking at him bc they know and he’s trying so hard to ignore them all until one of them (probably tinky lets be real) goes fuck it and wrecks him personally. wiggly keeps complaining through his laughter that he’s “missing all the good parts” of bf bc of tinky’s shenanigans and the other lords are all looking down at him giggling like “idk man i think this is the best part yet”

THIS IS SO DAMN CUTE OMG YEEEES! Not to mention that the opening song probably had him really flustered but it’s like YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DUBBED YOURSELF TICKLE ME WIGGLY SO SHUT UP & FACE THE CONSEQUENCES! His brothers always point that out too, like “you’re the one who picked the name” & he gets so defensive & huffy over it like “I WAS TRYING TO BE ADORABLE & APPEALING” & they all just laugh him off

But during their lil watch party he’s so squirmy & fidgety & is doing a poor job of hiding his giggles when someone on screen tickles him. Blinky’s watching him more than the show at this point & it doesn’t take much longer before the rest of them realize what’s going on. Tinky really showed a lot of self restraint by waiting before pouncing on him, but he really did try to focus on the show. But it was just too tempting & I mean, come on he’s right there! So he tackles him to the ground & immediately starts tickling his tummy. Wiggly is taken off guard & can’t even hope to protect himself

[densi-mber]

He Plays the Violin

If someone had told 20 year old Marty Deeks that one day he would be sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, watching a rebroadcast of a symphony, he would have scoffed. Yet here he sat, happily doing just that. It had taken a little coaxing to convince Kensi, but now she seemed enthralled by the performance.

During a particularly lively version of Rhapsody in Blue, Kensi nudged his shoulder with her elbow. “You know, something you’ve never shown me—?”

“Can’t be much at this point,” Deeks interrupted, speaking over the music. “I’m pretty sure I’ve shown you everything I’ve got.” He winked at Kensi, just in case she didn’t get the innuendo.

“Yes, it’s very impressive,” Kensi said, pausing to give him a once over. “That’s not what I’m talking about though. It’s something more skill-based.”

“Oh, I’ve got all kinds of skills.” Deeks grinned at Kensi’s groan.

“Deeks, stop it.”

Shifting to face her, he adopted a serious expression. “Sorry, go on.”

Inhaling shallowing, Kensi pressed her palms together. He couldn’t imagine what was about to say.

“Remember when you mentioned taking violin lessons?” she asked.

“Yeeees. Why?”

“Well, this concert reminded me that you’ve never played for me.”

“Kensi—”

“Baby, please?”

“I’m not that good,” Deeks protested, even as Kensi looked at him pleadingly. “I haven’t had a lesson in years.”

“But you’ve played since then, right?”

“Yeah,” he admitted reluctantly. Smoothing her hand up through his hair, Kensi cupped one of his cheeks.

“Hey, I won’t push it anymore if you really don’t want to, but I would really love to hear you play,” she said, which was remarkably convincing.

“Fine.” Sighing, Deeks pushed himself off the couch, heading for his bedroom. He felt Kensi’s eyes on him the entire way.

Even though he didn’t play regularly, he still kept his violin in good condition and stored it along with some other fragile items in his closet. When he came out a few minutes later with the violin tucked under his arm and the bow in his other hand, Kensi sat up, clapping her hands together in delight.

Deeks gave her a wry look, tucking a leg under him as he sat down. He plucked a couple strings, lowering his head in concentration. He spent a several minutes tuning the strings, adjusting the little knobs on either side. When he was reasonably satisfied with the sound, he turned to face Kensi again, and found her watching him.

“To reiterate, it’s been a few years since I even touched this, so listen at your own risk,” he warned Kensi one final time, tucking the violin under his chin, and bringing the bow up.

He chose a piece he’d taught himself in high school. The first few drags of the bow across the strings were a little rough, but he quickly fell into the rhythm, relaxing as motor memory took over. He closed his eyes, leaning into the emotion of the music, letting certain notes swell while other were softer and more subtle.

He played the final note, drawing the bow back slowly to end, and opened his eyes again. Kensi stared back at him, her lips slightly parted, her expression stunned.

“Sorry, guess I got a little caught up in the music,” he said, feeling oddly embarrassed. “My teacher always complained about that. Didn’t remember the audience.”

“No, Deeks, that was—that was beautiful,” Kensi quickly assured him. “I’ve never heard that song before.”

“It’s called “Ashokan Farewell”.

“It’s beautiful.” She leaned forward suddenly, cupping his face as she kissed him fervently. Deeks moved the violin out of crushing range. When Kensi pulled back, there was a fiery gleam in her eyes. “That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” she told him, fingers slowly, but sure,y moving down his chest.

“Yeah, Mrs. Kayler definitely never said that,” he joked, a little breathless with Kensi’s unexpected response.

Sliding off the couch, Kensi took his hand, tugging him with her. Deeks started to set the violin to the side, but she shook her head.

“No, bring it with,” she said, guiding him back towards his bedroom.

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A/N: “Ashokan Farewell” is a piece written by Jay Ungar and featured in several of Ken Burns’ documentaries.

Title taken from the song of the same name from the musical “1776”.

[dddomenstarstwst]

I CANT STOP THINKING ABT VIRGIN KAORU SEND HELP 😭

can i req something for kaoru?? like domming kaoru and being rlly degrading, and kaoru is like "this is what they say in all the pornos and stuff so i should be fine" but hes like crying and getting rlly red?

and reader noticing kaorus behavior and switching to praise and then kaoru getting rlly rlly turned on !! aka kaoru and reader learning that kaoru has a praise kink 😌 the learning curve for virgin kaoru is so hawt

OH MY GOD YEEEES HE DOES HAVE A SECRET UNDISCOVERED PRAISE KINK 😭😭 let me serve ya a delicious plate of an absolute snack that is virgin kaoru with a sprinkle of fluff!!

➜ Poor virgin boy

Character: Kaoru Hakaze

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dom!gn!reader, virgin!Kaoru, sub!Kaoru, degradation, praise kink, overstimulation

Word count: 1069

Kaoru sits on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to return from the bathroom. His hands tremble slightly, panic washing over his body. He never thought having sex would be this nerve-wracking.

Sure, he watched porn a lot and always imagined his first time to be something like in those videos. But the thing is, nobody knew he was a virgin. Everyone he met just considered Kaoru experienced because of his confident aura.

And Hakaze liked that, he liked to be dependent on by his juniors. They came up to him with questions about dating and sex, to which he always came up with answers he read in some magazines or saw in said porn videos.

However, when he started dating you, all his confidence disappeared somewhere, transforming into nervous laughs and uncertain touches. You always had to guide him to make moves, which planted a seed of doubt in your mind.

Was Kaoru a virgin?

You never asked him directly, thinking it might hurt his ego, but the question swirled in your head every time you saw your boyfriend. So, you came up with a great plan on cracking this curious case. All you had to do was to have sex and the answer would reveal itself.

So that's how you ended up asking Kaoru on a sleepover, to which he happily agreed. You entered your room, noticing your boyfriend's nervous gaze on you.

"I thought you'd be naked by the time i get back," you smile as he widens his eyes. Kaoru mentally slapped himself, he was supposed to be "experienced" and that means knowing what to do all the time, right?

"Uh.. I thought it would be nice if we undressed each other, yeah!" Good save, Hakaze, good save. You tilt your head to the side, humming in response, "So, uh... Come here?"

"Hm, no, i wanna play by my rules tonight," your boyfriend blinks, his hand rubbing on his neck. He squeaks as you quickly make your way to his side, pulling his shirt off. Kaoru gulps, suddenly feeling exposed.

You press a hand to his chest, giving him a signal to lay down, as he does. You sit between his legs, unbuttoning his belt and pulling down pants Kaoru was wearing. Now, left in only his underwear, your boyfriend looked redder than you ever seen him. A smirk creeped to your mouth.

"So tell me, baby," you coo as your hand comes up to his clothed cock, rubbing slowly, "are you a virgin?" The question stumbles Hakaze and he looked down at you. His eyes flutter shut when you squeeze the base, a dark spot forming on his underwear.

"Fufu, poor virgin boy. How long have you planned to keep this from me, hm? Do your teammates know about this? About the fact that you're a virgin, despite being such a play boy?" You bite his thigh and Kaoru throws his head back.

"U-uh.. Promise, you won't laugh!" Kaoru looks away and then nods, fingers grabbing at the sheets. You press your cheek against his thigh, a mean look in your eyes. You pull his undergarments down and free his dick.

It feels strange. He clearly remembers multiple times when he heard porn actors calling each other mean things, and he thought it was fine. Just something that's considered normal, he guessed. But why does it feel so weird when you do that?

When he finally calms down, he looks at you guiltily. "Sorry.. I know they do that in porn and stuff, but when you called me all those mean things it felt so real, like... Like you hate me, I'm sorry," you coo at him, petting his hair.

"Say, Kaoru," you start, tightening your grip on his tip, "what's it like being a pathetic virgin giving love advice to your friends, hm?" You continue, slowly opening your eyes and looking at your boyfriend. Your eyes bulge when you see in what state he's in: tears running down his cheeks as he shakes his head, eyes shut and face red.

You contemplate on what to do. Have you gone too far with your teasing? You quickly move close to his face, hands gently wiping his tears. "Oh my god, baby, I'm so sorry! Was it too much?" He clings to you, gasping for air. You try your best to calm him, rubbing comforting circles on his skin.

"I should be apologizing to you, baby, I didn't mean any of what I said, okay? You know that I love you, and the fact that you're a virgin doesn't mean anything. You're still my good boy, right?" Kaoru shifted slightly, pink covering his cheeks and his dick twitching. Oh~

You bring your hand down to his abandoned cock and give it an experimental stroke. When Kaoru moans, you continue to stroke him. "You like it when I call you my good boy, huh? Hehe, so that's what you're into, honey?"

"Don't know.. But it feels– hah– good!" Hakaze squeezes your hand, whimpering when you pump his tip. You whisper praises in his ear, jerking him faster. His legs close, but you spread them, giving him a warning, "S-sorry! Mmh so good, fuck! Please, I'm gonna–"

His back arches as he cums, uncontrollable moans echoing in the room. You brush hair out of his face, and note how absolutely fucked out his expression is. Kaoru whines when your hand doesn't stop, he begs you to slow down or he'll pass out. Drama queen.

You bring him to his second orgasm, watching his hips rut in your hand. His thighs tensed up, knuckles became white because of how hard he was grabbing on your wrist.

"Good boy, Kaoru! I'm so proud of you, it's your first time doing it with someone else and you're taking it so well! My precious boyfriend, mine only, hm?" He screams your name when you pump him faster, "Come on, baby, you have to answer me."

"Wh– Y-yes! Hah, I'm– yours, your good b-boy!" His toes curl when he feels a third orgasm approaching, "C-Cumming!" You help him through his orgasm, stopping when he shakes his head rapidly.

"That's a good boy! Now let me help you clean up, yeah?" You start making your way to the door to grab some supplies, but he stops you by grabbing your hand, "What is it, baby?"

"Thank you..."

"Always, my love!"

[nytb]

Rough Preseason Part 2

Preseason was coming to a close, the team had competed in their Preseason friendly tournament in Germany, sadly they didn't win their final against Wolfsburg, but the team made their fans and technical team proud by how well they competed.

For the Arsenal team, media day always included some sort of challenge video for their YouTube account, for the last challenge, some of the players were asked to play a Teqball tournament.

The roommates Hurtig and Y/N were slightly late to the tournament and as usual their teammates took the opportunity to mock them "The new girls making an impression" said Lotte and Y/N strutted jokingly "Saving the best for last". Katie who noticed Y/N commented "Thought missy wasn't joining" she joked and the newbie replied "Sorry my ankle was suffering from PTSD" Y/N laughed "It had a flashback from the last time it played against you" she added with a wink. As the teams weren't set in stone yet, the midfielder decided to make her move "Well luckily you will be playing with me this time" she affirmed. Y/N taken aback replied "Oh is that so.. you sure got tired of losing against me huh"

Hurtig, who also arrived late, decided to chime in after hearing Y/N and Katies bickering "Aw aren't you two cute" she joked to which her roommate replied "Remember where your loyalties lie Lina" warning her roommate and the striker took no time to reply "Ok ok no need to get your knives out hottie" she said as she backed away sarcastically. Katie approached her Teqball teammate "So hot and feisty huh" she whispered to which Y/N turned around, looked at the midfielder straight in the eyes and replied "Not in your dreams McCabe"

The cameras started rolling, the tournament was a success among the players, especially for Y/N and Katie, who reached the final against Hurtig and Williams.

"So you girls do know how to play together" teased the captain trying to get a rise out of Y/N, something that she clearly succeeded in. "Well if her job isn't to take your ankles out of the game, she sure knows how to play" said Y/N. McCabe jumped to her defence "Had to make sure you weren't running after somebody else cutie" she teased her teammate, "So, Y/N" said Hurtig as she got closer to her roommate and acted as if she was putting a microphone near Y/N's mouth "How is the enemies to friendly situation-ship going" she joked, Y/N pushed Linas hand away from her face and replied "How bout you walk over to your side of the table and get ready to lose"

The final match began, both teams competed damn impressively. It all came down to the final point, the tiebreaker. Y/N and Katie were focused and having played harmoniously, and adding the competitiveness of both players, they sure seemed unbeatable. "C'mon let's win this" said Katie as she prepared to begin the match, but before she got the first kick in, Leah jumped in with a last minute distraction attempt "Yeah suspicious how both of you are so in synch" she said, Hurtig picked up on what her captain was laying down so she added "Now I know where Y/N is sneaking off to in the middle of the night".

That last comment got to McCabe, Y/N picked up on it and looked at her teammate as she leaned one arm over her "Aw aren't they cute" Y/N stated "Can't beat us at the game so they resort to mind-games" she added to which she quietly whispered to Katie "Win this and I'll think about the us thing". Katies eyes light up, she got ready to serve the ball, a tense game followed.

"Yeeees" screamed Y/N as she jumped onto her teammate's arms "We wooooooon" cheered the midfielder. Williamson and Hurtig looked distraught, lost for words at how in sync their rivals played, nobody would have guessed that they didn't get along with each other. "Fuuuck" yelled the captain frustrated at the loss "How?" she asked as she repeated herself "How? Just How?" to which her teammate, Hurtig, answered "Yup, definitely weird, one day they fight, the next they play like they are married or something". Mead who had been watching the final match along with her teammates added "Yup, something indeed" as she implied that something was going on between the Irish girl and the new signing.

Katie, who was still celebrating with Y/N replied "What something", and as her teammate heard she asked "Wait how did you say it?" leaving the Irish girl confused "Said what?" she asked "The something, you pronounce it funny" Y/N joked as she put her arm over Katies shoulder directing her away from their teammates. The midfielder who was still confused went along with it, walking away with Y/N as she continuously pronounced words in her Irish accent making her teammate laugh.

[howlingday]

Have you seen the studio c sketch the doorstep can you do that with Lancaster?

...I have now.

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The Fool

Okay, okay. It's the end of the date. Here comes the doorstep. Don't panic. You practiced this a hundred times with your team. ...Oh no! It looks like he's heading straight for the door without saying good-night! Don't let it end here! Quickly! Throw a rock at him!

Ruby: (Picks up a rock)

Jaune: (Turns)

Ruby: (Throws it down the hall)

Cardin: OW!

No, no, wait, she's turning around. It's good. You're all good.

Jaune: Uh... Well, this is me.

Okay, now puff out your chest ever so slightly. You are strong. You did at least fifteen push-ups before this date, and you only blacked out for a second.

Jaune: I, uh, had a really nice time tonight, Ruby.

Yeah, you did~.

Jaune: We should definitely do this again sometime.

Oh, yeah! Mama's got game~!

Ruby: Yeah, that'd be cool!

Jaune: Yeah. And maybe we could bring your sister along for a double?

I knew you were after my sister, you slanderous scabbard!

Ruby: Oh, that's not a bad idea. But she already has this thing. She's... dying.

Jaune: O-Oh! I'm sorry to hear that.

Why are you lying?! Quick! Change the subject! Now!

Ruby: So I see dust prices have gone up. That inflation, am I right?

Jaune: Er... Yeah...

Oh my god, he's playing with his keys, just like in that one movie, Hook-Up! Wilt Smithy said that means he wants to kiss you- Wait, or is that only for Faunus girls? ...Oh, what luck! His hair is covering his eye! Gently brush it out of the way.

Jaune: (Blushing, Smiles)

You're as smooth as imported silk, Eagle Eye~. ...Man, I wish people would call me Eagle-Eye! Whatever. Now lean in slowly. ...Oh no, I didn't check my breath before doing this! Back out! Back out! So slow, though, that he doesn't even notice.

Jaune: (Awkwardly shifts)

Nice work, Double E~. ...ACK! Why are there more people at the door?! This is so awkward, I don't know what to do with my hands!

Ruby: (Latches hands to opposite shoulders)

Yeah. This feels natural~.

Ren: ...Good evening, Jaune.

Jaune: Hey, Ren. Nora. Getting back from your date?

Nora: Yeah! (Menacing aura) ISN'T IT JUST SO AWESOME THAT WE JUST SHOWED UP AT THE EXACT. SAME. TIME?

Ooooooh, I am not moving! If she thinks she can edge me out of my good night, she is wrong! Look her in the eyes!

Nora: (Glaring at Ruby)

Ruby: (Glaring at Nora)

Ruby + Nora: (Look away)

Yeah... That's what I thought.

Nora: (Opens arms) I had a great time, Ren~!

Ren: (Extends shake) As did I.

Nora: ...

Ren: ...

Ren: (Pats Nora's head)

Loser.

Ruby: (Extends shake) Good night, Ren.

Ren: (Shakes hand) Good night. (Pass Ruby) We'll meet you inside, Jaune. (Walks inside)

Jaune: (Watches Nora slump behind) Sorry about that, Ruby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're back in business!

Jaune: O-Oh!

Good! Hold the eye contact! Offer him a sincere compliment! Tell him you like his...

Ruby: I like your...

...Say something. Oh, please, say something! Compliment his shoes- Oof! Nevermind! Just say something!

Ruby: ...enthal. I like... Yuri Lowenthal... as an actor.

You... are an idiot.

Jaune: Oh, so do I! I especially love his work as Ben 10 in Alien Force!

Nevermind~! Cue the Final Fantasy victory! Dadada da da da dadada! Boolooloo...

Ruby: (Smoothly makes FF victory poses)

Jaune: (Standing awkwardly to the side)

Wait, is he still talking?!

Ruby: ...

Jaune: Did you..?

Ruby: ...Yeeees?

Jaune: Huh... You're an interesting girl, Ruby.

Interesting good or interesting as in "You belong in the nuthouse"? AGH! I can't take it anymore! Just kiss him! Now! Force eye contact!

Jaune: A-Ah!

Good! Now slowly close in on him. Corner him like you're stalking a rat- No, a sleeping baby- No! That's even worse! That is multiple levels of wrong! Oh, what is wrong with me today?! I can't feel my legs and- Yup, you're blacking out again.

Jaune: (Catches Ruby as she falls on him) Oh... geez...

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hey hun! Here's the ask.

It was one where the reader feels kind of insecure because Argyle never try anything slightly more sexual and so she overthinks it until either he asks her what's wrong or she actually asks him.

Essentially because he seems someone who's very chill about anything sexual related

OMG YEEEES 🥺 I love this so much, also please don't hate me, Steve is definitely coming up later, this was supposed to be a dialogue but it got too long 😬 Warnings: mentions of sex and weed, also do not attack me for bashing Star Wars, this is from HIMYM and I thought it would be funny and I see Argyle as Marshall so, calm down hahaha Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Let's Talk About Sex

You were currently straddling your boyfriend, heavily making out after smoking some Purple Palm Tree Delight. As the kiss got deeper you started moving back and forth on him, rubbing yourself against his groin, feeling shivers down your entire body and right to your core. But then, he pushed you away. Like he always did.

“Whoa, honey, slow down” Argyle chuckled as you continued to trail kisses down his neck and he grabbed what was left of the joint on his left.

“Why?” you asked, wrapping yourself closer to him. It had been a few weeks that you had tried to get your boyfriend’s attention to get things to the next level but he always turned you down. Not on purpose, you hope. But you thought today would be the best day since his parents were out of town and you had the entire weekend to yourselves.

“Um” Argyle cleared his throat pushing you off him. “B-because we’re gonna be late” he told you.

“Late?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, remember? We were going to have a Star Wars weekend with Jonathan and his brother” he told you.

“W-what?” you asked, a bit upset. “You never told me that!”

“Yes, I did” he insisted.

“No, you only said to come over. I thought it was going to be just the two of us” you told him, hoping he would take the hint.

“Well, what’s the big deal? We can watch the movie and then hang out-”

“Those movies are like eight hours, Argyle! And they are so stupid!”

“Hey! You love those movies!” he complained.

“No! You love those movies! I only watch them because you liked them! I came over because I thought we were going to spend the weekend together! Not with Jonathan and Will watching some dumb movies!”

“Okay, knock it off, they are not dumb!”

“Yes, they are! I mean, first of all, how do they understand that walking bear they hang around with all the time?”

“Wookie” he corrected but you ignored him.

“He’s all like…” you said before you started grunting, in an attempt to make your best impression of Chewbacca. “And then they’re like ‘That’s a good point, Bear, let’s try that!’”

“Okay, he’s a Wookie, and his kind is actually more intelligent than they appear-”

“I don’t care! I don’t wanna watch a walking bear for eight hours! I wanna have sex with you!” you blurted out, feeling your cheeks burn instantly when you realized what you had just said.

“W-what?” Argyle asked, certain that he hadn’t heard you right. His eyes widen and his jaw dropped.

“Please don’t make me say that again” you muttered shyly, looking away and feeling tears welling up.

“No, I want you to say it again” he said, walking closer to you. “Maybe mention my name while you’re at it” he smirked but he stopped when he saw a few tears falling down your cheeks. “Hey… what’s wrong? What did I say?” he asked, his tone turning soft.

“Nothing, I’m being stupid” you muttered, wiping off away your tears. “I’m just gonna go home” you said, grabbing your coat and walking towards the door but Argyle quickly pulled you back.

“No! No, no, no, no” he stopped you and turned you around. “We don’t have to go watch the stupid movies, but I’m not letting you leave when I know you’re upset” he said, pulling you closer but you were still not able to look at him. “What’s going on, sunshine?”

“A-Argyle do you- do you l-like m-me?” you stuttered, still looking away.

“What?” he asked, extremely confused. “I obviously like you, how can you ask me that-?”

“N-no, I mean” you sighed. “D-do you like… find me… attractive?”

“Of course I do” he said, softly. He grabbed your hand and sat down on the couch bringing you with him, sitting you on his lap. “Where’s this coming from?”

"It's just…" you sighed. "You don't seem very interested in… h-having s-sex with m-me" you said feeling completely mortified.

"What?" he asked, extremely confused. "Why would you say that? Of course, I wanna have sex with you" he said, making you look up at him.

"Y-you do?"

"Yeah, of course, I do. What made you think I don't?"

"I don't know" you stammered. "Every time we're alone and… I think things are, you know, escalating…" you said, feeling your cheeks burning. "You always stop and just… say something else or… we do something else and I just- I thought-" you sighed. "Maybe it was b-because you just don't find me that attractive and you don't want to have sex with me" you said quietly as a few tears ran down your cheeks.

"Oh, sunshine no" he said, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears with his thumb but you still refused to look at him. "Love, I am so sorry that I made you feel that way. It's just…" he sighed frustrated. "Look, it's the opposite, okay? You drive me crazy, love, and, trust me, there's nothing more I want than for us to be together that way but, I know that… this is something big and new for you, and… I don't want you to feel pressured or… uncomfortable with me-"

"Love, you have never made me feel pressured or uncomfortable" you assured him. "That's why I have been trying to do this for a while now" you said with a small smile, making him smile too.

"I guess I just… I wanted this to be completely on your terms, sunshine” he said, sweetly, grabbing your hand.

“I love you so much” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

“I love you too” he said, kissing your nose. “So… what do you say I call Byers and tell him we can’t make it today?” he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Really?” you asked, feeling too excited and he nodded. “I say…” you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and straddling his lap again. “I love you even more now” you told him as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and you leaned in to kiss him again. 

The End

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A/N: I swear Stevie is coming up next (as in either today or tomorrow!) I hope you liked it :D

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

And ik its been a freaking long ass time since I've actually posted a fic but I've been dealing with alot of business and stress in my personal life and have had absolutely 0 motivation to write but I'm back and hopefully I won't be ghosting ya'll like that again lol

But anywho today I'm stepping a little out of my comfort zone today and writing some drarry (its actually one of my fav ships even though I've never writing for it), it's just a little drabble but hope you like

So yeah enjoy

They hadn't meant for Draco to stay the night in Harry's bunk but by the time Harry had checked his watch, Draco was already set on falling asleep in his arms. (And what kind of person was he to rouse such an adorable sight?)

Harry shifted quietly, rolling over to look at the boy laying next to him.

So he was stuck in his current predicament, and while Draco was the cutest thing while sleepy he was also extremely grumpy. But, at this rate they were going to be late for both breakfast and class.

He hesitantly shook Draco lightly, watching to see his reaction.

The blonde boy stirred slightly and then grumbled and shoved his face back into the pillow beneath him.

Harry sighed through his nose and shook him a little harder, even daring to murmur in Draco's ear to try and wake him.

"Draaaco.." Harry whispered next to the shell of his ear. "Time to get up, love."

"Piss off."

"Come one, it's nearly eight." Harry tugged at his arm.

"Go away, Potter."

Harry huffed and re-thought his course of action.

"If I cuddle with you for five more minutes will you get up?"

There was a long pause where he could practically hear Draco thinking.

"Fine." He mumbled and shifted so Harry could properly cuddle him.

Harry smiled and happily snuggled up with him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He nestled his head in the crook of his boyfriend's neck, kissing him again.

Harry almost lost track of time by falling asleep again (wasn't his fault that Draco was nice and warm and cozy alright?).

"Alright, five minutes are up." Harry smirked when Draco groaned.

"Noooo..."

"Yeeees." Harry grinned. "Come on, you've slept in enough. Time to get up." Harry poked hin persistently in the ribs a few times. Draco jerked away from him, rolling onto his stomach.

Harry smirked, an idea forming in his head.

"Uh oh... I may have found your weakness Draco." Harry wiggled his fingers into Draco's ribs, eliciting some muffled giggles from the boy beside him.

"H-harry, no!" Draco laughed. He pressed his arms down against his sides but it did nothing to deter his mischievous boyfriend.

Harry continued, dancing his fingers up and down his ribs, kneeding into the bones to hear Draco squeal and kick his feet against the mattress.

"I can do this all day if I have to." Harry said after a few minutes of tickling.

"Stohohop!!" Draco rolled over onto his back, grabbing Harry's hands.

Harry stopped, letting the boy catch his breath and admiring the bright pink blushing dusting his face.

"You ready to get up? Or do I need to convince you more?" Harry darted a hand out of Draco's grip and poked his belly.

"I'm up, I'm up!!" Draco said, jumping out of the bed.

Harry chuckled and grinned. It was so worth getting yelled at by McGonagall for being late and Draco being upset at him for losing house points from Slytherin, though, he could never stay that mad at him for long.

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[charlottedabookworm]

Soooo, if Noctis and Prompto time-travelled because they died near/in the Citadel at approx. the same time, and Ardyn also died there at the time. . .

Well, I'm not saying that Ardyn found himself in the past, but imagine an AU, ok? Butterflies everywhere as Uncle Crazy wakes up and realises what happened.

sooooo

i can’t say much because plot

however i will say that prom and noct being in the citadel had very little to do with them being yeeted back

(the timing of their deaths waa very important though)

but yeeee slightly less insane uncle ardyn in the past with them would be very funny but it’d also drive these poor boys even more insane. oh we died and ended up in the past, great. except now shit is different (cos ardyn) so we’re worried we’re in a alternate universe fuuuuuck

prom and noct now have extra trauma to run away from instead of process

[houseofbreadpakoda]

Evanda Ennaku Custody

Namma evalo periya lambadi....

Ponniyin Selvan modern AU where Vanthiyathevan and Arulmozhi are cops

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"Chief asked us to be there by 4 o'clock, but honestly it wouldn't hurt to be there at 3, so I'm saying we leave at *turns back* two thirty? *glares* vt? VT!"

"AH YES. Sorry. Couldn't catch enough sleep last night"

".....Y'all need to learn to get off your phones man. Even Kundavai was glued to her- WAIT-"

"OOKKAYYY ITS A QUARTER PAST TWO ALREADY. Don't we need to be there by three?"

Asks Vanthiyathevan, exaggeratedly throwing his arm forward, watch strapped across his wrist, showing Arulmozhi that they're late.

"Alright. Get changed, we leave in fifteen." Says Aru walking backwards, still facing VT.

"But you've got some explaining to do after that Vanthiyare!" He chuckles walking back to his room.

3 hOuRs LaTeR

45 mInUtEs LaTeR

*Pulls up in front of a sports equipment outlet*

"So who's this guy we've gotten our hands on?" Mumbles Vanthiyathevan, half ready to doze off.

"An old fogey named Thirumalai. Pretends to be an insurance agent and goes around robbing..."

"Oo interes-"

"....golf clubs."

*record stops playing abruptly*

"-I'm sorry WHAT?"

"Golf clubs."

"Just golf clubs?"

"Mhm" *licking his fingers coated with kurkure dust*

"No shoes, luxury watches, jewellery?"

"None of such sorts that show up in my record..."

"Not even golf balls?"

"Nope."

"I- wh- li- why?"

"Let's find out" says Aru, flicking his eyebrows towards an old lad lurking around the back door of the outlet.

"HAHA. Alright then."

VT and Aru throw a smirk at each other, one of them melting ever so slightly, before they jump out of the car.

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I'm not the one to even TRY writing Modern AU, but this idea just needed to happen so. Yeeee.

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