#ionic bonds n shit

[condemnhim]

I have a test next class wish me luck!

[hellsite-proteins]

I have a bio exam in about six hours (in the afternoon, this is an appropriate hour for me to be awake) and I don't wanna study so I'm gonna recite everything I know about proteins to you.

Proteins can have CHONS, Carbon Hydrogen Oxygen Nitrogen Sulfur. Made up of amino acids. Amino acids have NH2-R-C-H-COOH. NH2 is the amino group and COOH is the uhh carboxyl group? Amino acids exist as zwitterions, with the NH2 becoming NH3- and COOH becoming COO-. Because electronegativity and stuff. There are 20 amino acids (in my syllabus).

Proteins have primary structure (polypeptide chain, the specific sequence of amino acids) listed from N terminus to C terminus. Maintained by peptide bonds. Which is a condensation reaction. The COOH and the NH2 form a bond that looks like CONH. Then secondary structure, which is alpha helixes and beta sheets. Both are maintained by hydrogen bonds. Beta sheets can be parallel or antiparallel, though most of the ones in your blog or antiparallel (but also very short). Alpha helixes are more common and recognisable.

Next is tertiary structure. Four types of bonds in this one: Hydrogen bonds, ionic bonds, disulfide bonds, and hydrophobic interactions. In increasing order of strength, hydrophobic<hydrogen<ionic<disulfide. Disulfide bonds are covalent bonds and very heat stable. Formed by disulfide bridges. Very strong. Sulfur is found on Cysteine so the more cysteine is in a molecule the more heat stable it is likely to be. The single letter code for Cysteine is C. If I say CCCCCCCCCCCC, will disulfide bridges form in my protein? Hm. Ionic bonds is when uhh. Charged particles. Shit I forgot I need to revise this part. Hydrogen bonds are easier, I can identify them by identifying differences in electronegativity- in chem I remember these as FON and H, but in amino acids there's only O and N, no Fluorine. Very common, in most secondary structures. In polar particles or R groups. Ionic bonds are for charged particles, hydrogen bonds are for polar particles. Lastly in hydrophobic interactions, not to be confused with homophobic interactions. Which is when hydrophobic side chains- most commonly stuff with lots of carbon, or sometimes sulfur- gather in the middle of the protein, away from the aqueous exterior.

Next is Quaternary structure, which is when there are MULTIPLE polypeptide chains. Only when multiple polypeptide chains, if not it's tertiary. Not all proteins have these. Bonds are mostly the same as tertiary, I think?

CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC.

There are globular, fibrous, and membrane proteins. But mostly I have to focus on the globular and fibrous part. My case study for globular proteins is haemoglobin. Haemoglobin has four polypeptide chains in it's quaternary structure, two alpha two beta. It is unclear if the names of the chains have anything to do with whether there are alpha helixes or beta sheets in them. It also has a prosthetic group, a haem group in this case, of iron- I think an Fe2+ molecule? Yeah. Which oxygen binds to. And once oxygen is bound to it it causes a change in confirmation in all four parts allowing it to bind to oxygen more easily. I need to know about sickle cell disease, which is when one of the amino acids- glutamic acid I think- is replaced with a hydrophobic one. Serine? Either way when oxygen is bound to it it's fine but when there's no oxygen there's a hydrophobic patch sticking out, which it doesn't like so the haemoglobin will change confirmation to hide, causing the haemoglobin to clump together in a way that causes the red blood cell to appear "sickle shaped". Also I was wrong it's not serine it's valine.

For fibrous, I have collagen. Which is mostly a repeating sequence of three amino acids- shit I forgot which ones I need to get my notes- glycine-X-Y. Glycine has a very small R group which allows it to fit in the small tight part in the alpha helix. X-Y is usually proline and hydroxyproline. Alpha helix, hydrogen bonds formed. Proline and hydroxyproline have relatively inflexible and bulky R groups which gives the structure rigidity. That's the secondary structure. But collagen is unique in that it has a secondary and quaternary structure, because in tropocollagen it's like three of these alpha helixes wound together. Then each tropocollagen cross links to neighbouring tropocollagen molecules. This is covalent bonds involving lysine residues. Lysine??? Where tf did Lysine come from??? I don't see it anywhere else on the page. This is worrying. Uhh this increases tensile strength and the staggered or overlapping arrangement of tropocollagen minimises points of weakness along the length of the fibrils. It's like, collagenchain-tropocollagen-fibrils-fibres. The staggering gives the bundle of fibrils a banded appearance. There was... A part where they talk about how the cell produces it on the outside... No, wait, that's cellulose. Carbohydrate. Completely different.

Then we move on to enzymes which is a whole different chapter and this is already a very long ask which I imagine will take very long to load. Thank you for letting me ramble in your inbox. CCCCCCCCC. I'm going to ramble about DNA&genomics to hellsitegenetics in a bit but first I need to finish looking through mitosis and meiosis. Ugh. I hope this protein has a high success rate and that my exam has an even higher success rate. Thank you for your time.

this sounds great and i bet you did awesome on your exam! i find explaining things to someone else helpful when studying, so i hope that doing this helped you as well. without even looking at it i can guarantee that your exam was much more successful than whatever proteins i'll get out of this.

i actually had to split this into two proteins and run them completely separately because it was simply too long. i am both excited and absolutely terrified to see what we get from all those cysteines

letter sequence in this ask matching protein-coding amino acids:

protein 1:

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protein 2:

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protein guy analysis:

protein 1 looks absolutely awful. it barely has any secondary structure, and absolutely no tertiary structure to speak of. the horrifying loops have some strings of cis bonds, and there is not a single disulfide bond. i hate this so much. the long string of C's just looks off putting. protein 2 is the same but worse. there is one disulfude, but otherwise barely any structure exists. the single alpha helix feels almost mocking. overall, this is miserable and disgusting.

predicted protein structure:

protein 1 cartoon

protein 1 surface

close up of cysteines on protein 1

protein 2 cartoon with disulfide bond in orange

protein 2 surface

[clouditae]

Unexpected Confession

Jungkook x reader | pg13 | oneshot | high school au | basketball | fluff | swearing | slight bullying | violence

Word: 5.7k

You gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him

“You’re really going to do it?” your friend asks, looking at you through the bathroom mirror in shock as you wash your hands. “You’re actually going to confess to one of the most popular students in this school?”

“Don’t scare me. I’ve already told myself six times today that I was going to confess.” You turn off the faucet, grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser. “Even if he rejects me and I can never look at him again,” you mumble. 

“Y/N,” Aleah begins, blocking your exit from the bathroom with her arms spread out to her sides, “you’re about to confess to Jungkook, the basketball and baseball playing hottie. You understand his ex will not be happy to hear about this since she’s protective of everything.” 

You frown. “He’s in basketball?” 

Aleah sighs, rolling her eyes as well. “Yes he’s in basketball! How do you not know? You go to his baseball games,” she claims. 

“I have NOSB, so I’m usually at the club preparing for the competition,” you disclose, pushing one of her arms down to get past her and out the door. 

She groans, “You are such a—are you sure you want to do this?” 

“It’s now or never,” you whisper. Your friend can only sigh in response, patting your back as the two of you part ways. “See you at lunch,” you call out to her, walking down the hall towards your chemistry class.

You have a test today, but you didn’t study as much as you would have liked since the club leader decided to give you “homework” to do and study for a small competition Friday. You’re stressed to the point where you’re beginning to think gray hairs are appearing. You almost cried when you thought you saw one. Turns out it was the light playing tricks on your eyes. 

Entering class you take your seat, setting your bag down and pulling out a pencil. The second the last bell rings, you watch as the instructor passes the test out. You take in a deep breath. There’s nothing else you can do but try your best. 

When the test reaches your desk, you immediately begin, surprised that after you finish, you know a lot of it. Some educated guesses seem like they’re the correct answer, but you’ll have to wait and see after it's graded and passed back on Monday. For the remainder of the class you listen to the instructor go over the next lesson on ionic bonding. You listen in silence, jotting down notes as the instructor works on the white board to explain in more detail about her explanation. 

“Does anyone know if a cation gains protons to form a positive charge or does it lose electrons?” your instructor asks, a strand of her hair falling from her bun as she pushes it back, eyes scanning the room for raised hands. Looking through your notes, you raise your hand. “Y/N,” she says, giving a nod for you to answer.

“The protons in the nucleus do not change during normal chemical reactions. Only the outer electrons move. Positive charges form when electrons are lost,” you tell her, looking up from your notes to see if you’re right. 

“That is correct,” she tells you, smiling as she continues class. So, for the rest of class, you take detailed notes and do a surprisingly good job at distracting yourself from your practiced speech you’re going to tell Jungkook after school. 

Jungkook. The popular one in school. Your neighbor since your first year here when you moved to this town for your dad’s job. A few words are exchanged whenever the two of you see one another at home, and a lot of accidental gazes when you two would look out your bedroom window. You just happen to pick the bedroom right across from his. 

Jungkook plays sports, is smart in class, has a girlfriend for two years—until they broke up over the summer before school started, and lots of friends. Whenever he walks down the hall, at least half the students say something to him, and he always talks to them like they’re his best friend. You wish you had the guts to try and be his friend, but you’re always afraid. 

What if his personality is all a show and he’s a mean person? Well what a great way to figure out by confessing your feelings for him. 

You almost bang your head against your desk until you remember where you are. To your luck the bell rings to let you know that class is over and lunch has begun. Packing your belongings, you head out of the class and enter the busy hall. Aleah will be waiting at the usual table, but before you can meet her, you need to put your chemistry textbook away and swap it out for your math book. Turning down a different hall, you notice several people looking at you; some are whispering to one another. 

You try your best to ignore them as you reach your locker and put in the combination before exchanging books. Why would they be looking at you and possibly be gossiping? You’re not well known in this school, so why would you be on their minds? Maybe you're overthinking it. 

Entering the cafeteria, you stand in line to get your food. You focus your attention on the display of food in front of you, debating on what to ask for when you reach the people standing behind the counter. After getting your food and heading towards the usual table Aleah sits at, you notice her expression. 

An expression you don’t like. 

“Y/N,” she whispers, as you take a seat across from her. “Everyone knows.”

You frown in confusion. “Know what?”

She looks at you with a sad expression. “People are talking about your crush on Jungkook and the confession you’re going to make after school.” 

“What?” you ask in complete disbelief. “How do they know?” 

No wonder people are looking at you and whispering to one another. Even now as you glance around the room you can see people looking at you and laughing with one another as they talk in low voices. 

“Did you check to see if anyone was in the bathroom when you went in there?” she asks, resting her arms on the table. You can’t meet her eyes at the realization that you didn’t check. You were so nervous at telling Aleah your plan that you just forgot. “Y/N,” she says, tone comforting. 

“I’m so stupid, Aleah,” you whimper, keeping your head down. 

“You’re not stupid, Y/N. It was just a coincidence that someone was in that bathroom.”

“I heard you’re going to confess to Jungkook,” a voice interrupts. You look up to meet a pair of brown eyes. Golden brown hair, make-up packed on, and the school uniform—slightly unbuttoned and skirt higher than it needs to be. Naeun. Jungkook’s ex. “Well? Is it true?” she asks, tone demanding. 

“That’s none of your business,” Aleah tells her, defending you before you can utter a word. 

Naeun turns to look at Aleah. “Was I talking to you?” she bellows before turning back to you. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N,” she begins, placing her palms on the table and leaning in close towards you, “Jungkook only needs a break from us because he needs to focus on basketball, and that doesn’t mean he’s available to anyone. Got it?” Looking you up and down with a look of disgust, she stalks off. 

“Don’t listen to her, Y/N. She’s just a bitch who’s sad she’s no longer with Jungkook,” Aleah tells you, but you can already feel it. “Oh, Y/N, don’t cry.” She reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers. “I’m gonna beat her ass—” A sudden loud bang makes you both jump. You look to see your best friend staring behind you in shock. “Holy shit,” she whispers. 

Turning around, you see two people on the floor throwing fists at one another. A crowd begins to gather, but Aleah seems to be quicker as she pulls you to your feet and drags you towards the fight. After she pushes her way through, you get a clear view of the two. You watch as Jungkook pins down the captain of the football team and punches him in the face. Bringing his fist back, Jungkook lands another hit before he is thrown off by the man beneath him. 

“I can’t believe Jungkook is fighting Aaron. They’ve been friends for years,” Aleah mumbles in confusion. “What could have happened?”

You watch as Aaron gets a few hits in before he is pulled away by security. Another appears at Jungkook’s side, holding him back from lunging at his friend. “Everybody disperse,” a loud voice booms, making you jump again. The dean walks to the center of the crowd, eyes glaring at everyone. “If you are not back to your tables and eating lunch by the time I count to three I will start giving out detention. One!” That is all everyone needs before the group breaks up and runs back to their tables.

You follow Aleah back to yours. “Man, that was scary as hell,” she tells you, shaking her head as she sits back down. 

“I’ve never heard of Jungkook fighting with anyone before. He’s always friendly with everyone.”

“Tell me about it.” Aleah takes a bite of her food. “At least we know he can fight. Did you see how bad Aaron looked? Jungkook was nowhere near that,” she laughs. 

“Still he could get into a lot of trouble and he may get suspended from school,” you worry, glancing at the hall through the open doors where Jungkook was taken down. 

Suddenly you feel a splash of some sort of liquid whip across your face. You shut your eyes, feeling the sting as a familiar voice speaks up, “This is all your fault.” 

“What the fuck, Naeun?” you can hear Aleah speak. 

You’re not listening to their argument as you rub yours eyes. You’re just grateful that she threw water and not something else that can hurt. “It’s her fault that Jungkook got into a fight. This bitch deserves more than what I gave her,” Naeun finishes. 

Rubbing your eyes, you watch her walk back to her laughing table. You can hear Aleah talking to you, but you’re so pent-up in your anger you don’t listen to her as you grab your plate full of your mashed potatoes with gravy and storm towards her. No one stops you. No one does anything as you grab her by the shoulder, spin her around, and smash the paper plate on her face, some of the food flying from the impact. 

Watching the plate slide off her face, the ringing in your ears has finally stopped and you stand in a room filled with shocked eyes and silence. Naeun wipes the food from her eyes and you realize you’ve never seen someone look as pissed off as she does. “You’re fucking dead,” she says, ready to lunge but stops short at the deans voice.

The two of you turn to see him standing at the doorway. “Y/N, my office. Naeun, clean yourself up and come to my office.” It’s then you can feel your heart drop and the fear kick in. You’re in so much trouble. 

“Here, Y/N.” You turn to see Aleah handing you your bag. “That was fucking awesome by the way. Text me later.” 

Taking your bag from your friend, you follow the dean with heavy strides. You’ve never been in trouble before. What exactly happens when people get into trouble? Does he yell? You’re sensitive. You’ll cry if he yells at you. Hell, you’re already on the verge of crying. 

Entering the office, he points to the line of chairs outside his door. You do as you’re told and sit down. You’re trying your hardest not to cry in front of the receptionist at the desk, but you can already feel your body shaking and your eyes going blurry. You look down, pretending to fix something on your somewhat wet skirt. You don’t realize how wet your hair and shirt are until droplets begin to fall from the ends of your hair. 

Everything is a big mess, and so the tears begin to fall. Some fall on your hand while some roll down your cheeks. You sniffle as you quickly wipe at your warm cheeks. A pair of shoes come into your line of sight followed by a towel draping over your head. You look up to see Jungkook kneeling down to meet you at an almost eye level. 

There’s a Band-Aid above his left eyebrow, his left eye slightly purple. Other than that, he looks the same to you. His hair is a mess from probably running his hands through it out of frustration. After developing a crush, and having him in a few classes, you couldn’t help but notice the little things. 

“For you to dry yourself,” he says, gesturing to the towel on top of your head. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice cracking just a bit. You begin to dry your hair, wiping at your tears as well. 

“I’m sorry about Naeun,” he tells you, giving an apologetic smile. 

You shake your head. “It’s not your fault.”

“In a way it is. Even though we aren’t together, every person she hurts is my fault because we’re not together…” he trails off. “If that makes sense.” 

“Jungkook. I thought I told you not to leave until I say so.” Looking behind him, you see the school nurse standing in the hallway with her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance. 

Jungkook sighs. “Guess that’s my que to leave,” he mumbles, looking back to meet your eyes. “Can I walk you home after school?”

You can feel your heart racing. “I may not be here after school. He might throw—I mean kick me out before then,” you tell him, fumbling over your words a bit. 

He smiles. A smile that makes him scrunch his nose and remind you of a small animal. “I don’t think he’ll do that. If I can get off with a warning, then I’m positive you’ll get off with one, too.” 

“Jungkook!” the nurse yells. 

“I’ll see you after school.” He gets up to his feet and follows the nurse back down the hall. He turns around, walking backwards as he cups his hands around his mouth. “At your locker,” he calls, grinning and waving at you before turning back and around and following the nurse out of sight. 

You can’t help but smile, cheeks turning pink and a flutter in your stomach. You feel more at ease by his words. Maybe you won’t get into trouble, but it seems the dean caught you in the act of smashing food in her face. Just you pulling an act.

So, you wait and wait. Five minutes turns to forty and still no sign of the dean coming out of his office. Even as Naeun comes in ready to pounce you, the dean does not call either of you in for another hour. Every now and then you’ll glance in Naeun’s direction from across the room, but you always look away when you realize she’s glaring at you. 

“Naeun,” the dean says. You look up and watch him gesture with his finger for her to follow. Naeun gets up from her seat and follows him inside his office, the door closing. 

And so again, you wait. You glance at the clock, watching as time ticks closer and closer to the last bell. Will he ever call you to discuss your punishment? It’s giving you anxiety as time ticks on.

Finally, to your relief and fear, Naeun storms out of the room, not even looking at you as she leaves the building. You look to his office door, watching him step out and look down towards you. "Come in," he addresses, walking back into his office. You get up, feeling your legs shake and hands clutching the towel as you enter the room.

You've been in his office numerous times, but never for getting in trouble. You're usually in here with questions about the club competition and the funding to get there, but never to get yelled at. You can feel yourself on the verge of crying again, but you blink them back, not wanting to look like a child in front of the one who can expel you.

"Take a seat Y/N," he says, taking a seat at his chair behind his desk. You immediately sit down, watching him as he picks up a light brown file folder from his desk. Opening it, his eyes scan whatever is in that folder. "I am quite surprised by what I saw earlier today," he states, not even looking up at you.

"I am so sorry, Sir," you croak. "I-I don't know what came over me—I just lost it. She threw water at me and started telling me it's my fault, and I just couldn't take it—but that doesn't excuse my behavior." You’re a babbling mess.

"I saw everything, Y/N. I know what happened." He finally looks up to meet your blurred eyes. "Jungkook told me to stay behind "just in case" as he put it, and I was surprised to see that he was correct." He closes the folder, leaning back in his seat. "I'm not going to suspend you or put you in detention. I'm just going to ask you to not do that again. You're a good student and I don't want you to ruin your chances of going to the competition in February. So"—he clears his throat, leaning forward and interlocks his fingers together on his desk—"I'm going to let you off with a warning, okay?"

You nod vigorously. "I promise I'll never do anything to end up in this situation again." The dean nods, shooing you off with his hand. You get up, thanking him like your life depends on it as you leave his office. When you’re out of the room, you feel so relieved and so exhausted from trying not to cry.

How was Jungkook able to guess that you wouldn't get into trouble? You'll have to thank him when school—

Right on cue the bell rings, indicating that school is over. You grab your bag from the chair where you left it on, draping it over your head and telling the woman behind the receptionist desk goodbye. You walk out the door and into the hall filled with students eager to get out of the building and home. Making your way towards your locker, feeling excited to see Jungkook standing there, you’re trying your best not to run.

You don't get that far when you are stopped by your best friend. "How did it go?" she asks, pulling you to the side to avoid the busy hall. “Are you suspended?” 

You shake your head, feeling the biggest smile grow on your face. "I got off with a warning."

"That's great because do I have news for you," she says, looking around. She turns to you and tells you in a low voice, "I was told that the reason Jungkook got into a fight with Aaron was because Aaron was making fun of you and your confession you planned on doing. Jungkook just... jumped him."

"Really?" you ask, voice loud and completely shocked.

"Shh! Yes!"

"I can't believe he'd do that. He could have gotten in so much trouble," you say more to yourself than to her.

"He didn't get in trouble?" Aleah questions, shock written all over her face.

"Yeah. He got off with a warning like I did," you tell her.

"Holy fuck," she laughs. "So, the only two that got suspended were Naeun and Aaron."

“Wait, they got suspended, but Jungkook and I didn’t?”

“Hilarious right?” Aleah laughs as if she told you the funniest joke she has ever heard. You’ve never seen her laugh so hard to the point where tears begin to form and fall. You shake your head in defeat. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t tell me you don’t find this funny,” she argues, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“I don’t have time to laugh. Although I don’t get why Aaron was suspended when Jungkook was the one who initiated the fight,” you wonder. A group of laughing teenagers walk by as Aleah shakes her head. 

“I was told he already did things that were just piling up because he’s the captain of the football team.” Aleah shrugs, gaze wandering off to the crowd walking past. Some towards the exit while others head towards their clubs or to practice. “It’s stupid that they took so long to suspend him, but are you ready to go?” she asks, turning towards you. 

The two of you usually go to the park and hang out for a while before going home. You two either gossip or do homework that one of your instructors gave you. You’re always there for each other. Whether it be in friendship or in homework, you always help one another out. Today, however, you’re not going to follow her to the park. You feel bad, but knowing her, she’ll be pushing you towards your locker.

"I can't today," you tell her, feeling giddy.

"Why?"

You took in a deep, shaky breath. "Jungkook asked to walk me home." You watch as her eyes go wide. "He's waiting for me at my locker," you finish.

Just as you predicted, Aleah is pushing you in the direction of your locker. "Well don't keep him waiting! Hurry up and go!" You laugh, walking on your own. "If he does anything to you that you don't like, let me know and I'll go kick his ass okay?" she yells.

You turn around to look at her encouraging smile. "I'll let you know the second I'm home what happened!" you call back, waving to her before turning back around and making your way towards your locker.

Reaching your hall, it’s empty except for Jungkook. You can see him leaning against the lockers, looking down at his shoes as he kicks imaginary dust. You can't help but imagine what it would be like if he were to wait for you every day to walk you home. Like he’s your boyfriend. Holding your hand, listening to you talk about your classes, as you listen to him about his practices—you’d even wait for him after practice when you didn't have your club meeting. He’ll smile at you with that scrunch he does with his nose, give you a kiss on your cheek, and eventually your lips.

You shake your head of those thoughts, ignoring the racing of your heart as you make your way down the hall towards him. When you’re close enough, he looks up to meet your eyes. He smiles and you swear you see the light around him shine brighter. "Did you get in trouble?" he asks.

"Ah, n-no. I got off with a warning like you said I would."

He smiles even brighter. How is that even possible? "Told you," he begins, pushing off the locker, "You had nothing to worry about."

"But you did," you counter, remembering what Aleah told you. "You could have gotten suspended for starting a fight."

"But I got a warning," he returns.

"You didn't have to do that for me. All people do is talk, but never do anything," you exclaim, shifting from one foot to the other.

"But I didn't like the way he was talking about you," he speaks under his breath, but you hear him, and you’re at a loss for words on how to respond to that. You've never had anyone defend you the way he did. You want to hug him. "Shall we head home?" He takes a step forward, looking at you to see if you'll follow. You quickly do, walking alongside him as the two of you head towards the door that leads to the front of the school.

The walk is silent, neither of you saying anything to one another. It's not that you don’t mind. You enjoy the feeling of walking beside him. Just knowing that you can walk with him just this once is enough for you. Even if he rejects you because Jungkook is the nicest person you have ever met. He always treats you like everyone else. He's never rude and always says hello when the two of you see one another at home or even at school.

"So, um," he begins, clearing his throat, "I heard about the rumors..."

Your heart stops. Hell, even you stop in your tracks. You’re not ready for his response. "I'm sorry," you sputter. "You can just ignore everything that you heard. It—it was..." What can you think of as an excuse? You were so confident in telling him your feelings, but now that you're standing in front of him with him asking you about it, you lost your nerve. All your confidence is gone.

"Oh," he says, looking a bit disappointed. Did he want to hear it from you?

He says nothing else as he continues to walk ahead. You jog to catch up. What do you say? What are you supposed to do? It seems like you ruined the entire walk because you were going to confess to him. You want to hit yourself.

For the rest of the walk you glance at him to see what sort of expression he has, but you can't read him. You have no idea what he’s thinking and all it does is make you more nervous. Eventually, your house comes into view and you still have no answer. Just a feeling of frustration for yourself. You reach your house first, the two of you stopping at the walkway leading towards your front door.

"Thank you," you tell him, looking anywhere but at him.

"It's no problem. We live next door."

You shake your head. "No," you begin, gathering the courage to meet his eyes, "Thank you for defending me. No one has ever done that for me—well, except for Aleah, but no one has ever gotten into a fight for me."

Jungkook shrugs. "Well, Aaron is an ass, and he shouldn't be talking bad about someone he doesn't know."

You nod in understanding. "I appreciate it and I'm sorry you got hurt in the process." Silence follows after. The two of you seem to have nothing else to say. "Well, I should go in." You gesture to your house with your thumb. Walking up the walkway you tell him, "Bye." He waves as you turn your back to him, glancing at your windows to see if your parents are watching. Thankfully no one is peeking through the curtains.

"What if," he calls. You turn back around to see him still standing in the same spot. "What if"—he whispers to himself—"I want to hear the rumors." He takes in a deep breath. "From you."

"W-what do you mean?" you stutter.

Jungkook glances at your house behind you before walking up to you. "What if I want to hear what you have to say?" He looks down. "Will you tell me?"

You feel like you’re going to throw up. What is happening? He wants to hear your confession? What could that mean?

You're a mess. You're a huge mess.

What surprises you and him is when you say, "I like you." Oh God. You want to run in the house and hide forever. You're never going to go to school again. You're going to move countries—

"Me too."

You look back up to meet his eyes, blinking a few times. "What?"

You can see his eyes widen in shock, as if he just realized what he said. "I-I said I like you, too."

"Really?" He nods. "When?"

"Since you moved next door." He scratches the back of his neck, clearly unsure as to what to do, but you're just as lost as he is. "What about you?" he suddenly questions.

"Same," you reply.

He giggles and you swear your heart is going to explode. "I didn't know you liked me. If I did, I wouldn't have stuck with Naeun for so long. When I heard the rumor, I never felt so happy," he confesses.

"I didn't think you'd like me back," you admit. Why are you acting like this was a casual conversation?

"That's crazy. You're smart, beautiful, funny, the sweetest person I've ever met. Your smile is contagious." You can feel the heat on your cheeks, and it seems Jungkook notices it, too. "Come to my game Friday?"

You want to say 'yes', but instead you say, "I have a club meeting. We usually don't finish until nine."

He hums in response. "Your NOSB club meeting?" You’re shocked that he knoww but you nod in response. "I understand. You have a competition to win, so study hard okay?" You nod again, completely baffled that he knows what club you’re in. He nods as well, glancing at your house once more. “I should go,” he tells you. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You really wish you can do anything but nod. Sadly that is all you do seeing as your voice is betraying you. Smiling, Jungkook leans in, pressing his lips to your cheek to give you a quick kiss. 

You’re frozen in place, watching him quickly head towards his house, not even glancing at you. Touching the spot where his lips once were, you can’t contain the smile spreading as you head inside. Wait till you tell Aleah. 

“What do underwater earthquakes, landslides, volcanic eruptions, or explosions generate?” Macy, the club leader, questions. 

Jiyeon, standing at the opposite side of the room to be your opponent answers, “Whirlpools.” 

Macy shakes her head. “That is incorrect.” She turns to look at you. “Y/N you get to answer.” 

You think back to your study notes. “Tsunamis,” you answer. 

“Correct!” Macy says with a proud tone in her voice. 

Your club is currently split into two groups, practicing for the competition. You just got your team in the lead as you go to sit down and watch another member go up to the podium to answer the following question. You’re trying your best to focus on the questions, but your eyes keep glancing at the clock above the whiteboard and thoughts go back to the kiss and Jungkook admitting to having the same feelings as you. It’s like a dream come true. Never in a million years would you expect Jungkook to feel the same way, but he does and you are jovial. All you want to do is go to him, see him smile at you, hold your hand, hug you, and so much more. 

“Correct,” Macy yells, bringing you back to the room. She collects the flashcards she used for questions from the desk she sits at. “Well we went past our usual time,” she announces, getting up from the desk. “Make sure you get home safely if you’re not going to take the bus.” 

You glance at the clock one last time seeing that it is 9:05. You look up estimated times as to how long games are, and there is a slight possibility that the game may be playing still. You grab your belongings, casually waving bye and making your way out the door. The second you hear the door close, you sprint down the hall. The basketball game is on the other side of the school, so you’ll have to run the entire way just to try and make it to what's left of the game or to an empty court.

You run as fast and as hard as you can, legs burning, air coming out in short and desperate breaths. Rounding the corner, you almost slip but manage to regain your balance and continue to run. To your surprise you can hear the crowd cheering from the closed doors at the end of the hall. That means the game is still playing. Pulling open one of the doors you walk in until you’re standing next to the bleachers, a clear view of the game. Jungkook stands in the center of the court, yelling at his teammates. Within the crowd of moving players, the ball is passed to Jungkook. He glances around in front of him, seeming to look around for an opening. He mutters to himself before staring ahead and jumping up, tossing the ball.

You watch the ball fly across the court, hitting the rim once, twice—swish! The crowd erupts in cheers, the team members surrounding Jungkook as he yells in victory, fist in the air. You clap along with the crowd as some go to the center of the court and others leaving, talking about the game. You've never seen a basketball game, but from the way everyone is cheering so loudly you would have loved to have gone to one of his games; sit in the crowd, cheer when shots are made and boo when the opposing team does something. You don't know a lot about basketball, but you're willing to learn for him.

Jungkook's eyes meet yours from within the huge group surrounding him. He smiles brightly at you and your breath catches in your throat. He pushes his way through, jogging up to you. "You made it!" He’s sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead.

You exhale, "I didn't make it in time. I just saw the last shot, but I missed everything else. I'm sorry—" You’re cut off by his lips meeting yours. You feel yourself melting as you close your eyes, feeling his soft lips move against yours before pulling away.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he whispers against your lips. It seems as though he doesn't want to stop, even as he apologizes. You cup his cheeks, pressing your lips against his once more. It’s like a million butterflies fluttering in your stomach, the sound of the cheering people disappearing, and all there is in this building is you and him. He pulls away again, this time further but not far enough as you feel his breath against your lips as he asks, "Would you like to go on a date?"

You open your eyes to meet his. Smiling, you tell him, “Yes.”

[bastardtetsu]

critical thinking | ch②

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

genre: college au, enemies to lovers, tsundere!reader, slow burn

wc: 1.7k

warning: swearing, being a theatre major

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after several weeks of douchebag exposure therapy, you’re practically numb to kuroo’s bullshit - for the most part. you still get a bit flustered when you get things wrong, but his teasing barely phases you since you’ve abandoned the concept of speaking to him with respect.

“STILL struggling with balancing equations, y/n??” he chides as you work on your homework, “jeez, maybe i need to start giving you extra assignments.”

“on god kuroo, if you try to make me do any more chemistry than is absolutely necessary i will make sure you never know a day of peace in your life.”

“but y/n,” he teases, “you know if you don’t practice you’ll never get any better.”

“i’m not trying to ‘get better,’ i’m trying to pass the class.”

“ahh, no ambition. you hate to see it.”

“wanna shut the fuck up and let me do my homework?” you snap.

“see, there’s that passion!”

he really is insufferable. you roll your eyes and groan, turning your attention away from the mocking rooster & back to your homework while he gets up to stretch his legs.

what he said wasn’t wrong, you are struggling with the whole balancing equations thing. your brain feels like it’s working on overdrive as you scribble away - numbers are definitely not your strong suit.

you can hear him start to snicker behind you as you work. you pause your writing and turn around to see him peeking over your shoulder with a sadistic smile on his face.

“is something funny?” you ask, unimpressed. his smile softens a bit as you stare him down.

“you’re doing it wrong,” he says, and leans down to correct your work. his face is much closer to yours now, you can almost feel the warmth of his breath as his arm reaches around your right side to write in your notebook while his left hand rests on the back of your chair, practically enveloping you.

resisting the urge to turn and stare at the annoying, criminally sculpted face that’s now inches away from yours, you fix your eyes on his hand as he writes and try to ignore how warm you suddenly feel.

his hands are big, you think, noticing how much smaller your pencil looks when he holds it. you can smell his cologne again, too. sandalwood or whatever.

“there, see?” he says, turning his head to look at you.

your faces are still so close.

what is it about his eyes that makes his stare feel so intense every time?

you quickly avert your gaze back to the page of notes, focusing extra hard on the numbers so you can ignore the beat your heart skipped just now. somehow, the equation in front of you looks even more indecipherable than it did before. and why does your face feel so hot?

“i… still don’t get it,” you admit tentatively. he just lets out a soft chuckle, letting his gaze drop for a second before locking eyes with you, lips curled into a smirk.

“you really are bad at this.”

another electric shock of embarrassment mixed with rage jolts through you.

“yeah, and what?” you challenge, “that makes me dumber than you? ok, well if you’re so smart why don’t you try telling me about willy loman’s superobjective in death of a salesman? or identifying the difference between verse and prose in classical text?? i bet you don’t even know who anton chekhov is, but sure, i’m the idiot because i don’t know how to balance a damn equation. how about learn your shit, and then you can teach me mine.”

kuroo just stands there for a moment, taken aback by your outburst. then the bitch starts laughing.

“what’s funny?!!” you interrogate, your voice getting louder. his laugh sounds like a goddamn hyena.

“y/n oh my god,” he chokes out between cackles, “you’re such a nerd!”

“ME??!!?!” you just about scream, furious, “you’re calling me a nerd?? have you met yourself??!”

“well at least i’m not in danger of failing a class,” he giggles.

“that has nothing to do with this,” you snap.

“so who’s anton chek-whatever?” he prods, still amused.

“see, you’re laughing but you’re the one sounding stupid this time,” you grumble. you can tell he’s just searching for something else to tease you about, but you can’t resist the opportunity to turn the tables & be the one schooling him for once. “chekhov. he’s a famous playwright. from russia. one of the early pioneers of modernism in the late 19th/early 20th century - not that you’d even know what that means.”

“you’re right, i don’t,” he relents, “but you seem like you do. nerd.” his eyes have an extra glint in them as they narrow with another taunting smirk.

“leave me alone, you’re the one who asked,” you groan, finally fed up with his antics. “look, i need to finish this homework before i get out of here. otherwise it’s never getting done.”

“i’ll check your answers when you’re finished,” he offers.

“only if you’re not a dick about it.”

“you only think I’m being a dick when you get the answer wrong.”

“SHUT UP.”

—

as midterms approach, the stress is starting to get to you as your workload gets heavier and heavier. maybe that’s why you seem extra snarky towards your annoying, hot, annoyingly hot chemistry tutor today.

“y/n, did you review chemical bonds like i told you to last week?” he chides after you get another homework question wrong. sometimes he really does sound like a teacher, or someone’s dad. but thankfully, he is neither of those things, which means you can comfortably trash him.

“sorry i have things to worry about besides memorizing how electrons work,” you snark, “what about you? this isn’t even your major, do you not have other shit to do besides come here & make fun of me?”

“hey, i do this because i love it!” he protests dramatically. you can see the smirk in his eyes.

“sure” you sneer back, “look, i don’t know about you, but some of us actually have to work for our degrees. we don’t have time to waste bullying people who don’t know science for fun.”

“who says I can’t do both?”

now you’re starting to get annoyed.

“dude for real. do you know how busy i am?? like, ALL the time??? why else do you think i’m here? i wouldn’t be in this shitty class if i had room for anything else. i can’t even go to my professor’s office hours!”

“ah, well, that explains a lot.”

“shut up,” you jab, “the only reason i keep coming back to your dumb ass tutoring hours is because my schedule is so goddamn packed i can’t meet up with anyone else.”

“sure, whatever you say y/n,” he croons, tone dripping in sarcasm.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“oh you know,” he teases, eyes full of mischief. you really don’t though?

“you’re full of shit,” you mutter dismissively. he’s trying to egg you on to say something stupid so he can ridicule you for it, but you can see right through him.

“i’m not the one dodging the subject,” he grins, his eyes unmoving from you as you turn back to your paper. even facing away from him, you can feel his laser beam of a stare on you as if he were breathing right down your neck. ha, i wish. wait— “you know, you’re not gonna get very far on that worksheet if you didn’t do any review.”

“would you be quiet?” you snap at him, fed up with his condescension, “or better yet, maybe do your job and help me figure it out?”

“well,” he purrs with a sickly sweet smirk, “only since you asked so nicely.”

you make sure to roll your eyes extra hard at him to make up for the way your heartbeat quickened at his flirtatious tone.

thankfully, he actually obeys your request this time and tones down the teasing as he explains chemical bonds, doing his best to help you through each homework problem step-by-step. usually he can tell when you’re actually getting irritated and makes up for it like this. you’re silently grateful for this form of kindness from him, even if it’s only because you’re a nightmare to work with otherwise.

as you wrap up your session with him - late once again, but he never minds staying past the end of his tutoring hours since he has the rest of the day off anyway - you hurriedly pack your things, grumbling a complaint about how now you don’t have time to get something to eat before you meet with your scene partner to rehearse your acting midterm. while it’s pretty normal for you to miss meals because of your schedule, it’s frustrating nonetheless, especially after your brain has just been fried by molecular bonds.

“oi, y/n,” kuroo says as you turn to leave. you pause, bracing yourself for whatever stupid comment he’s about to make.

“take care of yourself,” he says, a tinge of concern just barely distinguishable in his tone, before adding, “and remember to review covalent and ionic bonds!” you sigh. he sounds like a dad again.

“see, those are contradictory statements,” you gripe, “chemical bonds could not be further from self care.” he chuckles softly at that.

“at least make sure you eat, ok? maybe you’d get better at chemistry if you had more nutrients.”

“BYE, kuroo,” you call out, already headed for the door.

as you hurry towards your next destination, you can’t get your mind off of how weird it was to see kuroo acting… worried about you? normally his reaction to your struggling is just to tease you about it, but this was new for him. you’re not sure how to feel about it, and it’s hard to tell when the adrenaline of being in a rush is making your heartbeat do all sorts of things that might be confused with something else.

either way, there’s no way you’re reviewing a goddamn thing before next week.

a/n: yeah ok my theatre major jumped out in this one.. i can’t believe i’m posting a fic where i talk about superobjectives & chekhov unironically dsfdddfs hope that doesn’t ruin the experience for u, i really tried to do some research so y/n and kuroo could have an actual discussion about chemistry but turns out i’m dumb in real life so u get this instead

[themusicplayedherlife]

Unrequited (Part 4)

pairing: eventual!bucky barnes x reader; one-sided!bucky barnes x natasha romanoff; one-sided!reader x steve rogers

word count: 3.6k +

warning: just a flirty tony; an annoyed bucky; and some cute moments

a/n: a new challenger appears! and you spend more time with bucky than you have in the past years

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“Do you really have to come with me?” You murmur, keeping your distance from Bucky.

He tries to close the distance between the two of you with long, quick strides, but you only keep widening the gap. “Will you stop?”

You breathe out through your nose harshly. “Not until you tell me why you need to come with me!”

With a hand on your forearm, he manages to gently tug you and turn you in place. “If you’d just—there.” You shake your arm free from him and he takes a deep breath, but he relaxes when you don’t make to move away from him. “Thank you,” he says exasperated as you cross your arms. “I need to see what your T.A is teaching you so I can help you better. Besides, Natasha is going to be there, too, right? And you two usually go out for lunch after this, right?” Your eyebrow quirks. How did he know that? Natasha maybe? “Listen, I get to help you and I get to spend time with Natasha. Two birds with one stone.”

You drop your arms, reluctantly relenting. “Yeah, okay, but what if my T.A doesn’t let you stay?”

“Come on, who wouldn’t give in to this face?” he says, motioning to his smolder that quite frankly makes you want to shiver.

“My T.A,” you deadpan. Janet can be laidback most of the time, but she’s also very strict when she needs to be.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and grins. “You want to bet?”

“If I get in trouble—“

He rolls his eyes. “Just trust me, will you? Now come on, before we’re late.”

The rest of the walk to your class is relatively quiet. You still try to keep your distance from Bucky as you walk, but you’re no longer running away, at least. He doesn’t say much, he mostly stays glued to his phone and occasionally says things like: “did you know that Steve is lactose intolerant? Loves ice cream to death, but makes him sick,” and “once when we were seven, Steve tripped on air and fell into a puddle in front of his crush.” It’s out of the blue, but it fills the silence and makes it less uncomfortable. Doesn’t make you want to blurt out things you’ll regret. 

Your classroom is on the first floor of the Science building (also known as Stark Hall), and it’s still somewhat empty by the time you arrive. A few students are already sitting, and they greet you with smiles, but eye the man behind you with curiosity. 

Your T.A still hasn’t arrived nor has Natasha. Bucky settles in next to you in the middle row, taking off his backpack and placing it on the table to take out a notebook and pencil.

“What are you doing,” you ask curiously.

“I’m going to help you,” he says as if it were the most obvious thing.

You’re not sure whether to glare at him or just ignore him. “By taking notes?”

“Yes.”

“But I’m taking notes?”

He flashes you a glare. “Just relax and trust me, will you?”

You purse your lips. “Fine,” you grumble, taking out your own notebook and pencil.

The clock ticks with the seconds; a couple of your classmates are talking about a frat party they had been invited to and a few others are actually talking about their homework.

Bucky is doodling in the margins of his notebook—Stars, the moon, and just random things. Your eyebrows furrow as he adds detail to the moon, making sure to shade in the craters. Now that you think about it… didn’t Natasha mention a long time ago that he was majoring in Astrophysics? 

The door creaks open and your best friend walks in. You elbow Bucky, ignoring his quiet protests to greet your friend, but the way she’s frowning and typing away furiously on her phone tells you that maybe it’s best to not interrupt her until she notices you.

She lets out a sigh and puts her phone away, and her green eyes lift to meet yours. She smiles weakly and sits down next to you. “Hey.”

“Hey, you okay?”

“I’ll tell you about it later,” she says and you nod, but your worry doesn’t melt. 

Did something happen in her History lecture? Or maybe with her dad? No, he doesn’t like texting. He prefers to call. Her mom on the other hand...

“Nat,” Bucky greets her, breaking your train of thought. Bucky, shit, that’s right. You had momentarily forgotten about him.

Surprise colors her face, meeting his eyes then yours—you shrug—and then his again. “Bucky, what are you—“

“Good afternoon, class,” an unfamiliar voice drawls as the door opens. Your classmates all share a look of bewilderment while Bucky lets out an exasperated groan. “Let’s get this discussion started, yes? I’m recovering from a raging hangover and I really want to get the hell out of here to get some good ol’ junk food.” The unfamiliar man removes his glasses and your classmates begin to whisper excitedly.

“Why didn’t you tell me Tony Stark was your T.A?” Bucky hisses lowly just for you to hear.

“Because he’s not!” You whisper back, your eyes never leaving the front.

You’ve only ever seen Tony Stark from afar, never having a chance to talk to him, not that you wanted one. He’s intimidating, too charming and friendly; a little too eccentric with a passion for sarcasm, and the rumors surrounding him? Yikes. But that doesn’t mean you don’t admire him. I mean… how could you not? He’s only a year older than you and is already working on his Masters (or was it his PhD?)! And yet, here you are, barely getting through your third year of college.

Tony’s eyes roam the classroom as he hangs his sunglasses from the front of his black t-shirt. His eyes are droopy—tired, but the bright mischievous glow in them and the smirk on his face contradicts the tired shape of his eyes. “Janet is out sick for today, but she’ll be back to teach you younglings next week.” He hops onto the simple desk in front of the class. “For now, you’re stuck with me.”

“Great,” Bucky murmurs.

You raise a brow. “Do you know him?”

He leans closer to you to answer your hushed question. “Who doesn’t?” 

“I meant personally.”

Bucky tilts his head, scowling. “Unfortunately.”

Discussion is uneventful, to Bucky’s apparent surprise; Tony goes over the differences between Ionic and Covalent bonds, explaining them a lot better than Pym did, and then hands out a sheet that, “Janet wants you to turn in next week. Said it counts as attendance or something.”

“What exactly were you expecting?” You ask him as you pack up your things.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Stark can be a wild card.”

“Now that’s a compliment for the ages.” Tony stands in front of the desk Bucky had been sitting at with an amused smirk on his face. 

You’re pretty sure Bucky didn’t mean it is a compliment, but Tony sure as hell doesn’t seem to care.

“Stark,” Bucky greets him dryly.

“Barnes.” Tony’s eyes drift to you and Natasha and the glint in his eyes brightens. “You never told me you had such good looking friends. Anthony Stark, but you’re welcome to call me Tony. Everyone does.”

Before you or Natasha can introduce yourselves, Bucky cuts in. “Will you quit it?” Bucky nags. “Won’t Pepper be mad when she finds out you’re flirting like a dog again?”

The glint in his eyes dulls and you swear you see his jaw clench, but it’s gone as soon as you blink. “I’m proud to announce I’m a single man, Barnes.” His eyes leave Bucky and stop on you, his earlier charming smile growing wider and brighter. “You are?”

You introduce yourself, a little starstruck and a little wary.

His hand reaches for yours and you’re thrown off by the fact that he doesn’t shake your hand, he kisses it instead. “Charmed.” He slowly releases your hand and you don’t know whether to giggle like a schoolgirl or retract your hand and burn it. “And you are?”

“Natasha Romanoff,” she says, offering her hand. “If you kiss my hand, I swear to god I will end you.”

Tony laughs, it’s deep and charming, and really, really beautiful. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” He shakes her hand before his eyes find you again, and you almost flinch back, completely unprepared for his gaze. “Now that I know Janet has such good looking students, I think I’ll be sitting in on her discussions more often.” His smirk is lopsided and teasing, nothing like Steve’s, but it definitely has its charm. “Actually. I have a party at my place this upcoming weekend.”

“When don’t you?” Bucky mumbles, but it goes ignored by Tony.

“Why don’t you guys come along? Bring a couple of friends?”

Your eyes shift from Bucky to Natasha and to Tony again. “I—uh…I don’t know…”

Natasha shrugs, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Why not? Destressing before finals might be what we need.” Finals isn’t for another couple of weeks, though?

“She gets it.” He grabs one of the leftover sheets Janet had given him for today’s class and plucks a pen out from his bag to write down his phone number and address. He hands it to you, but it’s Bucky who takes it, plucking it from out of his fingers. “I’ll see you Saturday. Ladies,” he addresses you and Natasha with another charming smile before his lips straighten as he looks at Bucky, “Barnes.”

You watch as Tony saunters out of class, head held high and glasses once more covering his face.

Bucky sighs. “He’s too much.”

You couldn’t agree more.

“Eccentric, maybe, but I think he’s all right,” Natasha says, taking the sheet from Bucky. “I’ll keep this.” She flings her bag over shoulder, ignoring the protests he murmurs. “I have to get going. I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

“We’re not going out for lunch?” you ask her, trailing after her dumbfounded.

She offers you a small smile. “I’m not really feeling up to it today.”

Just like she won’t force you to divulge information, you won’t either. “We will talk later though, right?”

“Yes, I promise,” she says her smile growing a little brighter. Her eyes drift behind you. “Bye, Bucky.”

“Bye, Nat.” Why does he sound like someone shot him in the chest?

“Well,” you start when she’s out of ear shot, “there goes your plan.”

“Yep,” he says after a long sigh.

“What now?”

He mulls it over. “I guess now we get lunch.” 

That’s not what you meant, but lunch does sound good.

You just didn’t think it’d be together.

Bucky takes you to a small diner called Stan’s just a couple of blocks away from campus. There’s a lot of cheesy memorabilia in the diner; paintings of vintage muscle cars and a weird painting of the last supper with dogs hanging on the wall; and a jukebox in the corner, a little worse for wear, but still playing some tunes. It’s noisy, but not too noisy to the point you could get irritated. The waitresses are sweet and nice, smiling in the direction of the door and welcoming the customers when the jingle announces an arrival, but they seemed to have been especially sweeter to Bucky. He must be a regular.

You find yourself sitting across from him, watching him order for the two of you. He knew this place better than you anyway, and at this point? You’d eat anything if it meant spending less time with him.

His gaze moves from the retreating waitress to you and you quickly avert your eyes to stare out the window, but it’s too late. He caught you already. 

“What?”

You reluctantly look at him and whisper. “Nothing.”

“Clearly not nothing if you’re staring at me that intensely.”

Were you? You flush. “Sorry.”

He sighs. “Why are you always so nervous around me? I thought we were making progress. You were talking back this morning.”

“It’s not just you, Bucky.” You frown, trying to find the right words. “I’m… I’m like this with everyone who aren’t my friends.”

“And Steve,” he adds for your just as the waitress brings you your drinks and straws. He thanks her with a smile and you do the same after sending him a quick glare. “What about him do you like, anyway? I mean I know he’s a great guy and all, he’s my bestfriend, but…”

“Does it matter?” you ask him, a little wary as he opens his paper straw with a push on the table.

“Well no,” he says, adding a lazy drawl to his vowels. “I’m just curious.”

“Why do you like Natasha?”

“What isn’t there to like? She’s hot, funny, and smart.”

You scoff as he takes a sip of his coke, mimicking his earlier actions to get your straw out of its pocket. “That’s it?” That's all he can say about Natasha? A person he claims to like?

His eyebrow quirks. “Yes?”

Wow. You feel offended for her! “That’s literally three general things that anyone could say about her! About anyone!”

“All right,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Then what would you say about Steve?”

You smash the paper encasing the straw between your fingers, rolling it into a ball. “I like… I like that he’s sweet. He cares a lot about the people around him, and even strangers.” A smile blooms on your face, remembering how you once caught him helping an elderly woman walk to the bus stop by campus. “His jokes are a little outdated, but they make me laugh.” You lean against your elbow as it cradles your cheek. “And when he smiles? It’s always a little crooked, like a mischievous kid trying to get away with something. And his laugh? It’s so loud and genuine and just so sweet—“

“Okay!” Bucky interrupts, a little disturbed and perturbed. “Okay, I get it! You really like Steve.”

Oh, shit! You drop your hand onto the table and straighten. This is so embarrassing! You really fucking need a filter! Heat crawls up your neck when you meet Bucky’s gaze, cloudy blue eyes narrowed on you, and you quickly look away. “Right. Sorry.”

“How do you know all that about Steve, anyway? You two barely hang out.”

You frown, mouth latching onto your paper straw and trying to ignore the itch behind your ear. “And you've hung out with Natasha more and you only had generic things to say about her!”

“That’s because I don’t know what I like about her,” he admits, voice a little strained. “I just do. And sometimes people don’t need a reason to like someone, okay? They. Just. Do,” he emphasizes his last three words.

You’re not sure if he’s trying to convince himself or you. “I guess…”

A plate of burger and fries is placed in front of you and you look up to thank the waitress only to take a double take. She’s not the same one as the one that took your order, she was blond, this lady is a brunette. 

She smiles at you kindly, but something about it is almost gleeful. 

Why does she seem so familiar?

She places the other plate in front of Bucky as she says, “Here you are, hon.”

Bucky’s eyes skirt from you to her, and then his face breaks out into a warm smile. “Thanks.”

“You know,” she says, blue eyes returning to you, and this time they’re much more than gleeful, they’re wicked, “this is the first time James has brought a date to the diner.”

“Date?” you sputter, feeling the familiar heat crawling back up your neck. “James?”

“Mom!” he practically whines.

“Mom?” you repeat, wide eyes shifting between the two. Is that why she looked familiar? Well, now that you’re getting a closer look, she does look a little bit like Bucky. Those blue eyes are almost exactly the same, the only difference is that hers are a little brighter in color, leaning away from grey, but the shape is the same. Their eyes a little hooded and a bit intense. Hair, the same dark color with waves trying to fall over their eyes. And unlike Bucky’s sharp edges, she’s softer, rounder in the face and sweeter in expression. You wonder if the rest is all from his dad?

She laughs joyfully. “Don’t be embarrassed, James! No shame in—“

“Okay, thank you, mom, but we’re not here on date!” 

“Your son is tutoring me, ma’am,” you say politely after introducing yourself by name and you can physically see the excitement drain out of her face.

“Oh.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, but it’s all good nature if the small smile still pressed on his lips is anything to go by. “Well, gee, ma, don’t get too excited.”

She shakes her head. “Can you blame me?” She turns to you conspicuously, wanting him to squirm in his seat. “This boy used to be such a serial dater back in high school. Was worried he’d never find the one. Come college and it’s as if he’s on some kind of dry spell!”

You were not expecting her to say that, so the laugh that comes out of you is just as unexpected and definitely not appealing in any way.

Bucky flushes, mouth hanging open. “Ma! Seriously?”

She shrugs and laughs. “All right, I think I’ve embarrassed you enough. Have a good time and don’t do anything I would, you hear?”

You could practically hear Bucky slamming his head against the table. “Ma!”

“Enjoy, sweetheart,” she says directed at you with a smile and a wink. “Lemme know if you need anything.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Winnie.”

You blink. “Huh?”

She points to the name tag on her uniform with the name Winifred written in cursive. “Call me, Winnie, hon.” You nod and she flashes you another smile and a wink and turns away.

“Wow,” you say with a breath, eyes following after her.

“I know.”

You reach for your drink, still in disbelief at the woman who was so ready to embarrass her son—you liked her. “Your mom, huh?”

He picks up a fry. “Yep.”

“James?”

He finally lifts his gaze to meet yours. “First name. Bucky is part of my middle name, Buchanan.” Wait. What? He mirrors your own look of bewilderment. “You really didn’t know?”

“Uh. No?” Should you have?

He chews on the fry contemplatively and his eyes burn into you. “Huh. Thought you did.”

Your eyebrows knit together as you squirm in your seat.

He waves his hand dismissively. “Forget it. Doesn’t matter.” He leans against the table. “Nobody calls me James other than my mom and sisters, anyway.”

“Not even Steve?”

A grin slips on his face. “Who do you think was the first to call me Bucky?”

“Guess he started a trend, huh?”

He tilts his head up as he grin is slow and lazy. “Guess so.”

You finally dig into your food, melting when the well seasoned fries crunch and then melt into your mouth. These are the best fries you’ve ever had and no one can convince you otherwise. “So, what now?”

Bucky is mid burger bite, pausing for a moment to stare at you. “Hm?” 

“What is your next plan?” You ask, slowly and unsure if you even want to know. “Since today’s fell through.”

His nose scrunches as he presses his lips together tightly, burger landing back on the plate. “I don’t know. I have to think about it.”

A part of you isn’t sure whether you should suggest it, but you do anyway. He’s helping you, right? So, you should help him, right? “What about Tony’s party?”

He visibly flinches—maybe you shouldn’t help him. At all. “Stark parties are overrated.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know,” you admit, leaning back into the padding of the booth. “I’ve never been.”

“Wait. Seriously?” Why is he so surprised? That’s kind of offensive.

“No!”

“Why?”

You shrug, a little skeptical of his interest. “I don’t know? I just never had the chance, I guess? But that’s not important!” There are more pressing matters to talk about, at least for him. You might not be good at helping, but you need to at least keep trying to get better. “For your next plan, wouldn’t it be the perfect place to get Natasha alone? Butter her up a bit?”

His face contorts, lips disappearing and eyes narrowing in your direction. “At a Stark party? Yeah, you’ve definitely never been.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Isn’t it like any other party?”

He snorts. “Think of the party you had and multiply that by one hundred.”

You’re almost afraid to ask. “Are they really wild?” I mean, you’ve heard stories about how notorious they are, but you thought they were just that—stories.

He nods slowly.

Okay, now you’re conflicted. “Knowing Natasha and Pietro, they're going to force me to go.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, Sam will most likely convince Steve to go,” he offers with a teasing smile. 

You squirm, excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “Really?”

“Yep,” he pops the p. “This could be your chance to get closer to Steve! Maybe flirt a little.”

Heat blooms in your chest, the excitement dying down. “I don’t—I don’t actually know how to flirt.”

“What?”

“I’ve never flirted, so I don’t—“

“Everyone,” he emphasizes, “knows how to flirt.”

“Yeah? Well not me.”

“Okay, tomorrow, noon, meet me at my apartment.”

Your eyes nearly buggered out—did he really—“What?”

“I’m going to teach you how to flirt,” he says, confident and proudly with a toothy grin that has you wanting to smack it away.

[heyauntieeee]

I don’t have anything specific but college Erik is my favorite Erik 🥰🥰🥰

Title: Study Buddy (Lame ass title I but I couldn’t come up withanything else lmao)

College!Erik X Black!Reader

Summary: Erik helps you study for your TEAS exam

Warnings: Language, Slight smut (my first time bear with me)

This would be my first time writing college!erik but I hope you enjoy it. This subject is currently relating to me because I’ve been studying for the entrance exam for nursing, so here it goes!

The both of you were currently onspring break, however, while your roommates went home, you decided to stay atcampus to study for the TEAS exam and your boyfriend Erik is staying with yousince he doesn’t have any family outside of you. Since this test was one of theonly things, besides your grades, that was standing between you and the nursingprogram, you made it very clear that there couldn’t be much fooling around asyou were taking the test in two weeks time.

The two of you were sitting on yourcouch in your campus apartment. Your books and notes litters on the coffeetable. There was a highlighter between your teeth and a pen between your indexand middle fingers. You were deeply engrossed in your notes focusing on thescience section in particular seeing as it was the most important section ofthe exam. 

You could feel Erik staring a holein the back of your neck, so you sit up and squint your eyes at him.

“I thought you were gonna help mestudy.”

“You tryna be in them books, I’m tryna be in them guts. It’s beena minute since I seen you baby girl, I miss you.” Erik proceeds to startkissing your neck and while you missed him too, God knows you did, you couldn’t be distracted at themoment. You shrug him off of you and mush his face trying to push him to theother side of the couch not caring about the fact that he was so fucking bulkyhe didn’t budge, he snorts at your effort.

“Daka you know this test isimportant,” You whine. “I can’t be fucking around I need at least an 85% onthis thing.”

He sighs, knowing you were rightand not willing to come between you and your education. He had faith that youwould pass considering you excelled in your prerequisite courses. You were everthe over achiever, willing to succeed by any means necessary. He could recallnot being able see or talk to you for days, when you were in high school andthroughout your time in college because you had to study for exams or completeprojects and papers. Hell, if it weren’t Spring Break this would undoubtedly beone of those times. Trust and believe he was the same way, but for the week hejust wanted to lay up under his girl.

“Aight, how about this, every timeyou get an answer right, I’ll kiss you wherever you want.” The proposition, ascorny and cliché as it was, piqued your interest. As fly as Erik was, he’s had his fair share of being a cornballsometimes.

“Is this to help me or to helpyou?” You ask.

“I’m helping the both of us getwhat we need, princess.” Surely you weren’t gonna pass up on his offer. Youthink why the hell not.

“Ard, quiz me.”

Excited, he grabs one of the studybooks and tells you that they’ll do science questions sincethat’s what you’ve been focusing on for that particular day, then flips the pages to the back of thebook where the practice questions were. He looks over the question beforeraising his head to meet my eyes. His gaze makes you squirm.

“First question: What crystallinesolid contains ionic bonds with the least covalent character?”

You scrunch yourface up. “So, you just gon come out the gate with the hard questions? Youknow I hate chemistry.” 

“Ion give a fuck, you answering thequestion. Tic toc lil nigga.” You kiss your teeth and think hard. Chemistry wasnever your strong suit. In all honesty you still don’t know how you managed topull a ‘B’. Must’ve been by the grace of God. Finally, you just give upand guess.

“I don’t know, Sodium?”

There was a pause for about fiveseconds before he lets out this obnoxious buzzing noise scaring the living shitout of you.

“DAMN NIGGA! Did you have to be sofucking loud?!”

“Did you have to be so wrong?”

“Don’t make me smack you Erik.”

“You ain’t slapping shit over here,I dare you.” You roll your eyes.

“Anyway, what’s the answer,” you ask impatiently.

“Lithiumfluoride. We coming back to that question.”

“Or we canskip chem all together,” you mutter.

“NOT ON MYWATCH!” He yells as he slams his hand down on the book startling you onceagain.

“Aight,Iyanla Vanzant wannabe next question!”

He flipsthrough some pages again saying more slick shit under his breath. Some thingsto the effect of ‘not letting his babyfuck up her grade cause she don’t know the difference between coefficients andcovalent bonds. She gon learn today.’ When you think about it, it’s reallysweet, but he can be so damn aggravating. He finally finds another question andreads.

“What eventoccurs simultaneously with the end of systole?” This one you definitely knew.

“The rightventricular pressure reaches a minimum value.” Erik grins.

“That’s whatI’m talkin bout baby! Where you want it?”

You thinkabout where you want to be kissed and remember he didn’t kiss you when he camethrough the door earlier, he only greeted you with a weak ass half hug becausehe was on the phone when he walked in, which he knows you hate but themotherfucker still does it anyway.

You thenpoint to your lips with a pout. “I never got my kiss when you came in, justsome lame ass hug.”

“My bad mama,I was handling business.”

“I know.” Andyou knew exactly what that business was.

Erik goingaway on his secret missions, coming home bruise, bloodied, and new additions ofscars to his body. Of course, you didn’t like seeing him that way and everytime you fussed over him and cleaned him up, he’d remind you that this was allpart of the plan that he was destined for something, greater and that our timewould come.

You’rebrought out of your thoughts by the feeling of Erik’s soft full lips on yours. Youinstantly start kissing him back, your hands grip his forearms, longing tobring him closer. He leans more toward you, his large frame towering over youas he deepens the kiss. You lean back further into the couch and allow him torest between your legs. He brings one of his hands to your next and it reststhere for a second, then you feel the slight pressure of Erik squeezing yourneck with just enough pressure that causes you to gasp, letting his tongueenter your mouth. The taste of him is unreal, even after all these years ofbeing with him, kissing him like this, he still tastes better than the firsttime you kissed him. You let his tongue dominate yours and roam around in yourmouth. You let a small moan leave your mouth and get an ‘mhm’ in reply. Thebass in his voice sends a shock down your spine and straight to your core. Youmoan again as you feel the wetness between your thighs.

The sound ofthe book falling to the floor caused you to break apart. Erik gives you one morepeck and pulls away, picking up the book and flipping back to the questions asif nothing happened. Meanwhile you’re a panting mess lying on the couch.

“Come on lilbit, we gotta finish.”

Not wantingto move, you pout. “But-” He quickly interrupts.

“Ion wannahear that whining shit, you said you wanted to study so that’s what we doing.Sit ya thick ass up and get to work.”

“Ok” you sayin a hushed tone as you reluctantly sat up.

“Aight nextquestion…”

After a answeringa series of questions, getting only a few wrong and being subjected to Erik’sloud ass buzzing noise and the ones you got right, well… let’s just stay you’reglad you won’t really have to step out of the house for the week. You bothagreed to avoid kissing the lips to avoid further distraction. So, you had himkiss you in simpler places, your forehead, cheeks, the back of your hands. Butwhen he got to your neck and torso, you would’ve thought Erik was a wild animalthe way he marked you up. Dark hickies littered your neck and torso. What wassupposed to be a light peck and nibble, turn into a ravishing of your body. Hewas now examining his work with pride.

“And when wego out, you ain’t covering them shits either.” You scoff and roll your eyes asyou examine yourself in the mirror with horror.

“N’Jadaka Ican’t leave the house looking like this!”

“You thinkthat I give a fuck? Cause I don’t. You mine and everybody gonna know it. Andwhen they fade Imma put more on you.”

“Everybody oncampus already knows that I’m yourstrust me. You ain’t marking up my body no more nigga.”

“We’ll seebout that shit.” You make your way toward the couch with a yawn, ready to bedone with this study session. Your brain was officially fried, and you justwanted to go to bed.

“Aightprincess last question. You get this one right and I’ll pick where I get tokiss you ok?”

“Ok,” You sayready and nervous for the next question.

“What hormonehas rapid effects that are similar to effects associated with the activation ofthe sympathetic nervous system?”

You almostdrew a blank. You had studied the endocrine system from top to bottom and itwas just on the tip of your tongue.

“Thyroidhormone?”

There was along pause and you almost disappointed that you got it wrong until…

“YEAH BABY!HELLYEAH! WHO GETTING IN THAT NURSING PROGRAM? YOU GOT THAT SHIT IN THE BAG”his shouting startled you but excited you all the same. Erik picks you up andspins you around showering your face with kisses making you giggle. He settlesyou down to your feet and looks you deep in your eyes. His dark eyes staringinto the very depth of your soul.

“You got thisshit Y/N. No matter how much you doubt or worry or stress you one of thesmartest people I know. You getting ya ass in that program and you gon killthat shit. And know, no matter what happens, I got you, for life. You hear me?”

You stare upat him with tear in your eyes. You never thought it could be possible to lovein even more than you did in this moment. Struggling to find the words to say,you say the only words you can form. “I love you baby.”

“I love you more.Now lemme give you your reward. Lay down on the couch.”

You excitedlylay back look at Erik in all his glory. All you can think is how could you havegotten so lucky. You watch as he removes his hoodie with the shirt underneathto reveal his muscular form and scar riddled chest. You lick your lips inanticipation.

“You gon letDaddy reward you?” his voice was low and husky; his eyes were filled with lust.You bite your lower lip and nod your head.

“I need wordsbaby.”

“Yes please.”

He settles himselfbetween my legs like before. He places his lips on your and you start to kissback. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and you moan into his mouth. Erikreleases your lips and trails more kisses down your neck, and you moan somemore. Everything about him drove you insane. You sit up and remove your shirtand bra. Erik immediately start put the left breast in his mouth, twirling histongue around the nipple letting the bud harden. You arch your back as he gentlybites the nipple.

“Ah!” yougasp.

“You alrightbabygirl.” Erik asks blowing air on the wet mound, making your nipple hardeneven more.

“Yes.”

He gives you anotherkiss, repeats the actions on the other breast. He works his way down, nippingand licking your torso until he gets to the top of your shorts. You sit up on yourforearms and watch with anticipation. Erik looks up and peers at you intently.

“You ready?”

“I’m ready” yousay breathlessly.

He begins toslide your shorts off at an agonizingly slow pace and to his delight, you weren’twearing any underwear. He throws your shorts to the floor.

“Look at thatshit,” he hissed, dragging a finger along your glistening slit and you moan at thetouch. “You so fuckin wet, who all this for?”

It’s for yo-fuuuckkkk” You were cut off as her slid a finger inside your core. He leans forward,brining his lips to your ear.

“I didn’thear you, who you said it was for.” His voice was even deeper, and it was drivingyou crazy as he start to pump his finger inside you, brushing your spot withevery movement. You moan louder

“It’s for youDaddy!” That gains a growl from him.

“That’sfuckin right!” He inserts another finger and pumps faster, massaging your clitwith his thumb. You were panting at this point, gripping the back of the couchholding on for dear life.

“It feels sogood.” You cried.

“You bout tofeel even better.” He sits up, removes his fingers, brings them to his mouth andstarts to suck every drop of your juices, never taking his eyes off you. Youshudder. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and licks his lips.

“Damn yousweet.”

He lower himselfbetween your legs and began to kiss your inner thighs, nipping all the way downto your core. He smacks a loud kiss right on your clit.

“MWAH! Love thatpussy!”

“Stop playin,E.” you giggled.

“Ain’t nobodyplayin. I’m showing this pussy some love, putting respect on her name.”

“Are youfinished or are you done?” you decided to go alone with the Bird Man reference.

He growls andyanks you toward him throwing your legs over his shoulders and began devouringyour pussy.

“Shit!”

He sucked onyour clit hard, swirling his tongue around it repeatedly. Erik dragged his tongueup and down dipping it inside your core every time. He lifted his face and spaton my clit, beard wet and all.

“Goddamn,”you say. “You so fuckin sexy keep doing that shit.”

“My pleasure.”

“Nigga thisain’t Chic-fil-a, eat my pussy!”

“You gon shutthat smart shit up Y/N keep playin.”

“Keep eatinand I won’t have nothing to say.”

He muttersabout having something for your ass later then lowers his head once again. Hebrought his face to your wetness once more and sucked on the clit while movingtwo fingers inside of you at a fast past. You gripped his dreads in one hand ashe curls his fingers to hit your spot once again.

“Fuck yess!” youscream feeling so close, you were almost there.

“Cum for mebabygirl, gimme that shit.” His words were more than enough to bring you to theedge. Your back arched as you moaned loudly, you could feel your wallstightening around his fingers. Erik lapped up your release, a deep growl camefrom his throat.

“So fuckin sweet.I’d eat you all day everyday if I could.” He kisses his way up your body as youpanted in exhaustion finally reaching your lips. He kissed you deeply dippinghis tongue in your mouth. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Hereleases you from his mouth and looks you in the eyes.

“You likeyour reward?” you smiled.

“Yes, thankyou study buddy.”

[just-jordie-things]

We Had  A Deal - Peter Parker

word count: 6013 warnings: slight infinity wars spoilers, (no death spoilers tho)but i started it before the movie came out so the plot isn’t completely following that of the film’s.  you’ve been warned !!

You’d never seen such a gathering of people in one place before.  The crowd in the Avengers Facility main room a little overwhelming as you scanned the area.  

Star Lord, aka Peter Quill and his crew, the Guardians of the Galaxy.  The fact that they even existed, two aliens,a  raccoon, and a small tree-man, blew your mind, but there was no time to ask what space was like.  

Stephen Strange, who you had met earlier was here, drinking his tea and sitting on a small ottoman while everyone else was gathered standing around.  He seemed bored, and unamused by the large group of people.  He had his fingertips pressed to his temple, as if he had a headache from being there.  His large rectangular ring stood out on his fingers, but then again so did his cape and the rest of his ‘wizardly attire’ as Tony had put it to you.

Thor and Loki stood together near Dr Strange, Loki casting poisonous glances at a select few of people.  But mostly it was Stephen.  Thor on the other hand, looked incredibly amused by the crowd he was in.  His missing eye was unsettling, so you didn’t focus too much on the God.

You turned away, nearly running into somebody.

“Careful there” A thick Wakandan accent told you light heartedly, followed by a slight chuckled.

“Sorry King T’Challa”

“None of that, just T’Challa miss (y/n)” He told you with a kind smile.  You nodded in return, and made your way out of the common room, and into the kitchen where you were sure nobody else would be.

You were proven wrong when you saw Tony sitting there at the breakfast bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a half filled bottle on the counter in front of him.

“Hey kid, what’re you doing in here?” Stark asked you, and you reluctantly sat on the stool across from him.

“It’s loud, and I don’t feel like talking to people” You told him.  Tony chuckled, taking a sip out of his glass and shaking his head slightly.

“Same here.  Didn’t want to deal with all those nutcases” You laughed quietly, knowing he was pretty much right.  “You getting freaked out about this whole ordeal?”

“What? No, I don’t get freaked out about this shit anymore” You told him.  “I’ve been going through this course of… battling… with you guys since I was twelve, and quite frankly I’ve lost my sense of fear”

Tony laughed heartily, grinning as he swallowed down the rest of his whiskey.

“Figures.  But trust me, there’ll come a time when you think that there’s no way something can scare you like you’re six and there’s a monster under your bed.  But there will be, and you’ll be so goddamned terrified you’ll be shaking”

“You forget that I’ve cut men’s heads off and thrown them like a shot put ball”

“That would be what terrifies me” Tony replied, still chuckling.

“Mr Stark have you seen-”

You spun around instantly, Peter Parker standing in the doorway looking disheveled and tired.

“Oh you’re both in here!” Peter said, quickly making his way to sit with you and Tony.

“Hey Pete” You smiled sweetly at him as he took a seat next to you.  Tony let out a tired sigh, the boy in his presence already wearing him out.

“Two teenagers? Ditching an important get together? I’m so surprised” He muttered sarcastically.  You give him a playful mischievous smile before turning to Peter.

“Why’re you skipping? Figured you’d be in heaven with all those superheroes” You said, and Peter flustered slightly, his fingers linking together and fiddling awkwardly.

“Yeah uh… I don’t know it was crowded and they’re all adults and-”

“Lies.  Quill has the mental capacity of a ten year old, and his shirtless bald blue friend is no different” Tony cut in.  You shrugged a shoulder and nodded in agreement, having remembered him getting in a fight with the tree alien that couldn’t say more than three words.  “Peter, you’d get along with them well”

Peter looked offended at Stark’s words.  “Are you saying I’m a ten year old?”

“I’m saying your a kid”

“I’m a kid” You perked up, and Tony chuckled.

“Well surprise kiddo, you’re the most mature person in this room” He said while laughing.  Even Peter laughed a little bit, knowing that it was true.  It was quiet for a few moments, Tony pouring himself another glass, Peter still anxiously messing with his hands, and you were deep in thought.

All you could think about was how Thanos, this alien dictator of a sort, was preparing to destroy the world as you know it.  It’s not exactly the first time you’ve encountered something like this, after Loki and his army a few years ago, and then the events in Sokovia, as well as a few other minor inconveniences.  This was the life you were used to, a few years of peace and quiet at most, and then something or someone gets their hands on something they shouldn’t, and decides they want to take over the Earth.

And no, you weren’t as scared as you knew you should be.  Sure, there was the stress of having to train, and being in battle.  Which you seem to have done a thousand times before.  You knew that at any moment you could be killed, or someone else.  You knew deep down that this was bigger than anything you’ve ever faced before.  That people from all over the world, no, all over the universe were here to stop this catastrophe from taking place.  Nothing had ever been like this before.

You looked over at Peter, who was drumming his thumbs on his legs and staring at the table.  He was obviously also deep in concentration, and you wondered briefly if he was scared.

He seemed to have realized you were gazing at him, snapping out of his daze and looking up at you with an almost worried expression.

“Stark can we leave?” You asked Tony, who just nodded.

“Sure.  Be back before midnight, so we can talk about whatever those lunatics out there come up with for a plan”

“A plan of death” You muttered, sliding off the stool and already heading out of the room.  Peter scrambled after you, nearly tripping but balanced himself and stealthily walked after you.

“Where are we going?” He asked, and you shrugged, avoiding the common room, as the raccoon was now threatening to blow up the entire facility.  Peter was looking wildly into the room, desperate for some sort of explanation as to what was going on.  Where as you kept walking, without even casting a glance towards the room.

“Roof I guess, it’s too crazy in here” You said, slowing your pace so that Peter could fall into step with you.

“That’s kinda funny, cause I’ve seen what you do in the training room.  You had Barnes a little freaked out” Peter said.  “Hell I still get kinda freaked out”

You laughed softly and gave Peter a sweet smile that didn’t fit the memory in his mind.  You just seemed to radiate with sunshine and purity.

Yet, when you had a sword in your hands, you were the image of terror and destruction.  It was in your genes.  Implanted there.

“You know me better than that, Pete” You said, nudging his elbow with yours as you stuck your hands into your pockets.

“Can I ask you a question?” He spoke up as you opened the door to the stairwell that led to the roof.  You nodded your head at him while he let you up the steps ahead of him.  “Are you afraid?”

You didn’t answer right away, continuing up the steps in silence until you reached the second door that led right out onto the roof of the facility.  Opening it, you turned and held it for Peter.

“Yes” The simple word was small on your tongue, barely a whisper that he wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t seen your lips move.  The two of you stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at one another.  “But I’m not scared to die”

“You aren’t?” He asked, surprised.  He thought death was something everyone feared.

“I’m scared that everyone else will, and that I’ll live and have to deal with it” You murmured, walking out along the rooftop to look out at the night.  It was beautiful, springtime in New York always was at nighttime.  Just cold enough to feel a chill, but warm enough that you didn’t need a jacket.  “I think that makes me a coward” You told him honestly, your back turned to him as you stared at the sky.

“You? A coward?” Peter chuckled at the idea.  “Never” You looked over your shoulder at him, and he walked over to stand with you and enjoy the view.  Except he wasn’t staring at the sky.

“Are you?” Your voice was soft as you spoke.  “Afraid?” You clarified.

“What? Pfft, no.  This is going to be easy” He said, and you looked up at him, quirking a suspicious eyebrow.  “Yeah, I’m terrified”

“Yeah?” A hopefulness sparked in you that you weren’t alone.

“Yeah, of course” He shrugged.  “A big purple alien is hoping to have a full blown genocide made out of earth.  I don’t want to die, I don’t want you- anyone else to die” He caught himself on his words, cheeks heating up as he began to stammer.  “I-I’ve never fought something that’s s-so insane! There are literally aliens inside right now”

“Nerd alert” You said, earning a shocked look from Peter that made your lips blossom into a smile.  He scoffed, acting as though he were offended.

“Oh like you aren’t secretly in love with Star Wars.  And I’ve seen you do chemistry! You closeted genius” You giggled, shaking your head at him.

“And what do you know about chemistry, Peter Parker?” You asked in a murmur, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to completely face him.  It dawned on the boy that you weren’t talking about the subject, and he visibly gulped.

“L-lot’s of stuff” He stuttered.  “Water’s the only substance that expands when it freezes, and-and ionic bonds are non-directional, and-” He stopped himself, having looked down to meet his eyes and his voice completely failed him.  His mind was screaming; when did this happen? When did she start looking at you like that?

“Pete I don’t care about Chem” You mumbled.  He hadn’t realized how close you were standing until your foot had bumped into his when you shuffled anxiously.  “Can we make a deal?”

“Yeah o-okay” He agreed, nodding his head and looking at you almost worriedly.

“I won’t die if you won’t” You said quickly and quietly.  His brows rose at your statement, and your eyes didn’t leave his once.  So many emotions displayed in them that he was sure you were scared that you were bound to die.

“Okay” He answered smoothly, nodding again and in a quick decision grabbed your hand in one of his.  “Alright, I can do that”

“Promise” You whispered.  Peter’s brows drew together as he nodded his head again.

“I promise” You squeezed his hand in response, tugging slightly, which he took as a prompt to hug you.  His arms winding around your shoulders as yours wrapped under his arms, your chin able to set on his shoulder as you stood on the tips of your toes.  You held onto him tightly, never having really hugged him before.

“Peter you’re- you’re like the only real person I have” You told him.  He didn’t want to let go of you, so he just rubbed your back as calmly as he could.

“It’s okay” He said softly.  “We’ll make it out of this”

“I know” Your voice cracked, and you pulled out of his hold reluctantly.  “I know I just, I need you to know is all” You shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly, trying to slip back into casual conversation.  “You have to live”

He still had that worried loving look on his face that made you want to burst into tears and throw your arms around him again, but you refrained from doing so.

“Okay” He replied simply.  You smiled tightly, taking his hand in yours again and looking back up at the sky.

“Can we just sit here and enjoy this for now?” You asked in a small voice that he never would have expected hearing from you.  But he nodded, and the both of you walked to the edge of the building to sit and stare at the stars.

He wondered if you were alright, deep down.  You always wore a brave face, ready to rip a man’s head from his body if you had to at any moment.  He knew you could knock someone out with one punch, snap someone’s spine with one kick spin, and split a body in half with the swing of your beloved sword.  But this? Hand holding, promise making, teary eyed girl was not something Peter was used to.  Seeing your soft side was completely new to him, and it made him happy to see you allowing your vulnerability.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you slightly closer to him, in which you laid your head against his shoulder and shut your eyes.

Neither of you moved or said anything, until Vision came looking for you both to go over the plan of attack.

And it was not a plan you were all that thrilled about.

Sat on the new and improved Quinjet, and sharpening your sword so it’d be sharp enough to shave a man’s face, you were trying your best to clear your mind.  Thor Bruce and Tony was standing by the cockpit where Steve was flying, Peter Quill arguing heatedly with the Iron Man about the ridiculousness of this plan.  Where as Stephen T’Challa and your Peter were going over the possibilities of actually winning this.

You looked over to Peter, decked out in his new metallic attire, without the mask on.

“There’s over fourteen million futures of how this could possibly go” Doctor Strange was speaking to the two of them.

“Great, how many do we win?” Peter asked.  You smiled slightly to yourself as you saw the joy begin to spread on his features.

“One” Stephen answered in monotone, instantly killing Peter’s mood.

“Oh” He responded quietly.

“We will just have to make the one count” T’Challa said, but the Spiderman was already walking away, coming to sit next to you.

“Only one chance, huh?” You mused, sheathing your sword and looking at the boy next to you.

“I guess so.  Makes it kind of hard to focus”

“Just clear your head.  Treat it like any inconvenience in Queens” You suggested.  “That’s what I do.  Try my best not to think about it”

“And that works?” Peter asked, surprised that it’s a tactic that could be all that easy.  How could you possibly clear your mind while on that battlefield?

“Usually, yeah” You shrugged.  “I just focus on what’s happening in front of me.  That’s the key, don’t get distracted by the others, because that’s how accidents happen” You told him.  He nodded, wondering if it’d work for him.  He wasn’t sure if he could do it.  Knowing that you were out there somewhere, in a life threatening situation like this, Peter didn’t think he’d be able to focus on any other thing.

“I guess I’ll try that then” He said almost weakly, to which he nodded and looked out the glass windows of the ship.

T’Challa turned curiously to the Doctor next to him, after having heard your conversation.

“What is their deal?” He asked curiously, and Stephen hummed in confusion.  “Their story” The king clarified.  “How long have they been in love with each other?”

“Oh” Strange’s brows rose as he realized what T’Challa meant.  “I’m not sure.  I just met them this morning.  But yeah, you can tell there’s definitely a passionate connection-”

“A passionate connection?” Thor’s booming voice practically silenced the whole aircraft, now holding everyone’s attention.  Including yours and Peter’s.  Stephen cursed, giving the God a blank look in order to silently get him to shut up.  It didn’t work.  “Where? Who’s in love? Do share wizard!”

Peter and you looked at each other in amusement, also wanting to know what was going on.

“What’s going on?” Tony demanded, stepping out of the cockpit to see what all the commotion was about.  “Thor why are you yelling it’s like five in the morning”

“Wizard here tells me that someone’s in love, I wanted to hear the story” THor shrugged innocently.

“Did you lose your fucking brain when you lost your hammer?” Rocket sneered, earning an elbowing from Peter Quill next to him.  “What?” The raccoon shrugged his shoulders and tried to hide his snicker.

“No, I’m just a sap for stories” Thor said.  “Mother used to tell me stories of her and father every night when I was a boy” He said with a big smile.  You laughed and shook your head at his antics, where as T’Challa and Strange gave him a weird look.

“What a weird man” Strange mumbled, walking away.  You looked at Peter as you smiled, causing the boy to smile back.

“I wonder who’s in love with each other” You hummed curiously, but not paying much mind to it.  Peter stared at you for a moment before forcing a chuckle.

“Probably Stephen and Tony” He replied awkwardly, making you giggle quietly.

“I’ve noticed that weird tension they have going on too” You told him.

Peter didn’t respond, just watched you as you double checked your getup to make sure you were ready, and shut your eyes for a moment, trying to get into concentration.

Peter liked the outfits you wore into battle, because you always looked like a total badass.  Black leather pants, tall black boots with a slight heel but not enough to make it difficult for you to fight.  And a dark green bodice that hugged your curves excellently.  Not that Peter noticed that sort of thing of course…

“You staring at me Parker?” He hadn’t realized you were looking at him until you spoke up, drawing his line of sight directly to your own.  You were quirking an eyebrow suggestively and there was a slight smirk tugging on your lips.  But he could tell you were blushing.

“Sorry, I zoned out” He mumbled a lame excuse and turned away from you.  But you kept your sight on him, curiously wondering why he was staring at you for so long.  Not wanting to embarrass the boy, you didn’t say any more on the subject.

“We’re landing folks” Steve announced, and you shot up from where you sat, walking to the window instantly, looking out at the new planet you’d landed in.

“Woah” You mumbled.  The whole place looked deserted, destroyed even.  You’d never left Earth before, but this was a whole other world and that was hard to grasp.  You were in another universe now.  And the possibility of dying here was very high.

“Hey, kiddo!” A voice called, and you turned to see Peter Quill, handing you what looked like an earpiece.

“Oh, I don’t like your music” You told him, awkwardly declining.

“No no, hey!” He sneered at you.  “My music taste is amazing you asshole” You shrugged a shoulder in response.  “It’s a mask” He told you, clipping it over your ear and pressing a button on the side of it.  Instantly, a mask generated over your face, looking somewhat like his did.  “You can’t breathe the air out there” He told you, and you smiled, thanking him as you pushed the button again, the mask going away again.

“Interesting…” You hummed.  “Thank you though” You added.  Quill nodded before walking off.  Peter looked at you with raised brows, a slight smile on his face as you wandered back near him.

“Look at you, space girl” He commented, standing to almost tower over you.  He turned your face to the side with his thumb gently pushing your jaw, and he pressed the button of you earpiece to see the mask cover your face again.  You giggled as you looked up at him through the lenses.  It was a technology that reminded you of the Iron Man suit, how the lenses cleared your vision, and gave you an analysis of the boy in front of you.  Peter Benjamin Parker written in front of you with a line pointed at Peter.  “What’s it like?” He asked you.

“Very cool.  I feel like the Spiderman now with this mask” He chuckled, pushing the button again to see your face.  He was smiling down at you, the pad of his thumb still awkwardly resting on your jawline.  But neither of you bothered to move.

Until there was an abrupt jolt of the entire ship, causing everyone to stumble.  Except for Vision, Wanda, and Stephen, who simply levitated rather than try to keep their balance.  Peter’s feet were firmly planted on the ground, damn Spiderman boots keeping in place.  Whereas you had stumbled slightly to keep yourself upright.  Peter’s hand grabbed your arm, stopping you from toppling over.

“Rogers what the hell was that?” You hollered angrily, but silently thanked Peter, patting your hand against his sweetly.

“I don’t know! I think we got hit with something!” Steve yelled back, and you realized then that he was struggling to keep control of the ship.

“Shit” You cursed, already trying to find your way out of this before you crashed and burned.

“The windows!” Bruce interjected, already racing towards the glass and hitting it wildly in hopes of it breaking.  Tony groaned with annoyance at Banner’s actions.

“Those are specially designed Banner, not even the Hulk could bust out of-”

He was cut off by Rocket locking and loading his blaster, and shooting a gaping a hole in the side of the jet.

“Holy shit!” Quill hollered, the loud sound of the engines failing and the air that gushed into and out of the opening almost deafening.  You turned your mask on again, trying to figure out when a good time to jump would be.  Stephen, Vision, and Wanda had simply flown out of the plane.  Starlord turning on his rockets and grabbing Groot and Rocket before zooming out.  Drax following, leaping out like a madman.  Tony’s suit assembled around him, and Cap grabbed his ankle as he flew out, easily carrying Steve out with him.

“You trust me?” Peter asked you, his own mask assembling together.  Perks of the new suit.

“With my life” You yelled over the loudness, staring up at him seriously.

“Good” Was all he said, before running and jumping out of the plane, his arm wrapping tightly around your torso as you free-falled through the air.  The Black Panther easily following after you, and the God of Thunder as well.

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to scream in absolute terror, your throat closing up on you as you shut your eyes and firmly planted your face in Peter’s chest, preparing for a rough landing.  But in no time you were swinging into the air, and realized that he’d shot out a web to bring you to the ground easier.

Your arms around his neck tightened, breathing heavy and ragged behind your new mask.

“It’s alright” He assured you, already nearing the ground.  “I’m not gonna let go” His voice was so soft you opened your eyes and looked at the masked boy.

You were so scared right now that you were going to lose him.

You landed and Peter set you on your feet in no time.  You felt light, like the gravitational pull here was off.

As soon as he’d set you down you jumped slightly, your body floating in the air before slowly coming back to the ground.

“Careful” Tony warned everyone.

“Gravity’s different here” Quill said, looking at whatever device was able to tell him that.  “Damn this planet is fucked up” He mumbled.

All was quiet as everyone scoped the area, before a loud booming sound caused you to fall to your knees and cover your ears.  Peter instantly going to you, the mechanic eyes of his mask wide to see you better.  His gloved hands covering yours as he spoke so quickly, asking what was wrong.  But all you could hear was a distant ringing noise.  You knew he was speaking to you, you knew he was trying to pull your hands from your ears, but you couldn’t move.

“There’s something wrong with-!” Peter’s cry to Tony halted when he saw what he could only assume was a portal, and out stepped the largest man he’d ever seen.  “(y/n)- (y/n)/n you gotta get up come on” He said as carefully as he could, his eyes never leaving the portal as he helped you up to your feet, his shaking hands gasping yours as he pulled them away from your head.

“I’m okay” You breathed out heavily, analyzing the scene in front of you for a battle strategy as quickly as you could.  Turning back to Peter you gave him a serious look, though he could barely see your eyes behind the lenses.  “Don’t get distracted” You told him.  “Remember our deal”

He nodded quickly in response, and just like that you were sprinting off after the rest of them, unsheathing your sword and swiftly leapt up into the air.  Using the new gravity defect to your advantage as you flew towards who you assumed was Thanos.

Starlord and Iron Man were currently blasting it, and with ease you swung your sword over your head before bringing it down towards him.  Just barely nicking his cheek before he uses the gauntlet stones to send you flying through the air and tumbling to the ground.

Stay focused, she’s alright, stay focused, she’s gonna be fine, don’t get distracted, it’ll get you killed, stay focused stay focused stay focused-

“Strange!” Peter called, finally grounding himself and figuring out a plan.  “Portal me over there!”

He ran through the ring that the Doctor had created, and when he leapt through it he was suddenly kicking Thanos right in the head.  He did it again, this time shooting a web in his face, and a third time, punching him across his large jaw.  Feeling empowered, he kept on going, coming out of nowhere and everywhere as Stephen Strange kept on creating portals.

“Enough!” Thanos roared, grabbing the boy right out of the air and shoving him to the ground with his massive hand keeping him there.

“Peter!” Your distant voice cried.  You stood up, hurling your sword perfectly and it flew through the air towards The monster holding him down.  Peter gasped for air, just as the weapon lodged into the alien’s abdomen.

The others took this moment of weakness to begun their brutal attack, claws swiping, tree limb winding, shield throwing, blaster shooting, and again web slinging as Peter was able to squirm out of Thanos’ grasp.  You thanked the heavens as you made your way back to the scene, desperate for your sword back.  Sure, you kept a small dagger on you for backup, but you only used it in emergencies.

“You’ll pay for that” Thanos growled towards you, yanking the blade out of himself.  It looked small in his hands, and just as you neared him, he snapped it in half.

You froze in your tracks, eyes widening as the broken weapon fell to the ground in two.  A useless piece of metal now.

“She’s gonna fucking kill you man” Stark snorted, pieces of his armor coming off and shooting him continuously.  You fell to the ground in front of the broken pieces.  That sword had been a part of you since you were young and it was handed to you by Natasha.  She’d always trained you and taken care of you , and when she handed you that blade at such a young age, it had meant everything to you.

And Thanos broke it like it was a mere toothpick.

You grimaced, standing up and yanking the smaller blade from where it was sheathed at your thigh.  He seemed distracted by all the blasts Tony was sending his way, and the spells that Strange kept throwing left and right.  Wanda trying her best to hold back his arms with her magic.

Again, you raced towards him, never having felt so angry.  A scream came past your lips as you catapulted towards him once more.

But Thanos had interpreted your move, and grabbed you right out of the air, just as your arm swung down, knife in hand.  The alien flung you up into the air like a baseball.  But you’d already done what you had to.

Looking back down at the ground as you flew through the air once more, your blade had pierced straight through his thick skull, giving the Avengers a chance to beat him in his moment of weakness.

“(y/n)!” Peter ran towards you, leaping up into the air gracefully.  The arms in the back of his suit detached and wrapped around you, cradling you carefully as you both began to fall.

“Peter” You breathed out gratefully, before you both landed hard on the rocky ground.  “What the hell is up with your new suit?” You asked almost breathlessly, chuckling quietly as you looked up at him, still held in the metal legs.

“I-I have no idea I kind of went into that without a plan” He replied, laughing nervously.  You shook your head at him, finally released and standing on your own.  The contraption folded itself up and was tucked into his suit once more.  “I have no idea how this thing works” He told you, but you were already running towards the fight again.  He shook his head, following after you.

“Is… is he dead?” You mumbled, halting yourself as Thanos had fallen to his knees.  But from the way Thor still had his axe raised, and Strange and Wanda still had their magic flowing around their hands, showed everyone was ready for one final attack if it wasn’t over yet.

“You can’t beat this” He muttered, before forcing his hand out and using the space stone to send everyone back in a massive explosion, and then promptly vanishing through his portal again.

You coughed, inhaling too much dust and smoke as your eyes fluttered open.  Your breath was heaving as you tried to fill your lungs, even though your mask had stayed intact it felt like you were deprived of oxygen.  You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, looking around you.

Fires were everywhere, as well as Avengers in scattered areas, all trying to stand up and remember what had just happened.

An explosion, something exploded, you thought.

Trying to stand on your legs, you scanned the area for Peter.  Certainly he was fine, he could survive a minor explosion-

Just as that thought came to mind, a larger fire erupted and you jolted, nearly falling again.  But you shakily kept your balance.

“Peter?” Your voice cracked, head moving all over the place in search of the boy.  “Peter!” You called louder, feet moving faster as you scanned the area.  “Peter!” You full on screamed now.  “Peter! Peter where are you!?” You cried out, running frantically as tears began to fill your vision.

He wasn’t responding.

“Peter!” You begged, sobbing now as you stumbled around.  “Peter-!”

“(y/n)!”

Your breath caught in your throat as you spun around, seeing the Spider Boy heading towards you.  You gasped, taking off in a sprint and running towards him, crying out his name in a much more joyful cry now.

Without even thinking it through, the palm of your hand pressed the button of your earpiece, your mask going away, and Peter removed his own mask almost magically just before your crashed into him, your lips colliding as you held onto each other tightly.

It was such an abrupt kiss that he nearly forgot to kiss you back.  But it felt so natural to move his lips over yours.  His gloved hands tangling in your hair and yours clutching onto his shoulders so tight he could feel it through the metal.

When you parted, he instantly turned your mask back on, as well as his own.  Your eyes opened wide, staring up at him even though his face was covered once again.

“You followed through with our deal” You said heavily, never having felt so relieved for someone’s life before.  “And you saved my life”

Peter was blushing beneath his mask.  His hands untangled from your hair to cup around your face for a moment, before dropping completely to wrap around your waist.

“We gotta go back”

“Back?” You questioned as he lifted you up.

“To Earth” He said, and Dr Strange opened his portal.

After everyone got situated for the long night of bad sleep and nightmares ahead of them.  You dragged your feet down the hallway to your own room, ignoring the party that Tony was already beginning to throw.  You weren’t exactly in a party mood.

Peter followed you, but you hadn’t heard him.

Taking off your earpiece, you tucked it into your pocket.  Figuring that you’d still need it another day.

When you felt a hand grab your wrist you spun around, smiling happily to see Peter Parker there, hair disheveled and a bruise spreading across his left cheek.

“Hey Pete” You whispered, your hand coming up to softly brush over his black and blue skin.  “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m doing alright, you?” He replied quietly.  Even though you were alone in the hall, it felt natural to speak in a whisper.  You just nodded your head, your lips pressing together as you stared at him.  Your eyes glossed over, and as soon as Peter could tell you wanted to cry, he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

“I’m so fucking pissed I lost my sword today” You whimpered into his shoulder, arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly.  He chuckled quietly, his nose pressed to your temple.  “But I’m so glad I didn’t lose you” You finished, pulling away.  Your hands splaying over his cheeks, delicately brushing your fingers over his bruise.  “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I… if you…”

“I know” He murmured in response so that you didn’t have to say it.  His hand grasped your wrist, pulling your palm over his mouth and leaving a small kiss there.  “You don’t have to think about that” He told you.  “It’s not happening, I’m not going anywhere” He assured you.  A few tears slipped down your cheeks.  “I’m never going to leave you (y/n)”

You slid your hand to his jaw so that you could lean up and gently press your lips against his.  Your kiss soft and careful, neither of you wanting to hurt the other.  Peter’s hands cupped your face so carefully, as though you could shatter with one rough move.  Your lips parted for a short moment before meeting quickly again, you sucked in a sharp breath as your hands threaded into his hair, pulling him closer still.

When you pulled apart again, your eyes fluttered open, looking up into his.  You were so happy, he could see it in the way they sparkled as you stared at him.

“(y/n) I’m in love with you”

“I love you too” You told him right away, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.  “I love you too” You repeated almost under your breath.  Peter tugged you in again, lips grazing your forehead before holding onto you tightly.

You weren’t sure how long you were standing there in his arms, but you didn’t care.  You never felt safer anywhere else.

Steve wasn’t so fond when he turned to corner to find the two of you though.

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Flannel and White V-Necks

A/N:  Hello my Lovelies! This is my first attempt at writing smut so please keep that in mind! I also wish to state that I would’ve been completely lost without @sebastianshoe and @firebrand647 helping me so a huge shout-out to both or them for guiding me through this!

Summary: An innocent study date takes an unforeseen turn when flannel pajamas and white v-necks come into the mix. 

Warnings: SMUT. I cannot stress this enough… 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2950 words (of pure sin XD) I don’t think I could write a drabble if I tried XD

Flannel and White V-Necks.

You didn’t know what you had done to deserve this but here you were sitting in your best friend Steve’s living room helping him study for a science exam that you had to be ready for in two days. “My god Steve, why didn’t you do this sooner?” you couldn’t think of a good reason to put off something as important as this. “I meant to honestly… I did!” you rolled your eyes you and Steve both knew that if you hadn’t pushed him he would’ve completely forgotten about the test and probably failed. “I know the kids probably needed you but now you need to focus on getting this done. You need to pass or they might keep you from playing basketball.” his eyes widened at that. “They can do that?” you nodded at him. He grabbed a textbook and started running over everything on the page it opened to. “STEVE.” he looked up startled. “Wrong page. Wrong chapter. And finally… the wrong book.” you laughed at the confusion on his face. He gave you a look and said, “Alright smarty-pants. Which book, which chapter, and which page am I supposed to be on?” he said smirking at you. You gave him the right book opened to the right place, “This one.” the laughter between you two vibrated off the walls. 

It had taken a bit longer than you thought it would and Steve had asked you if you would mind staying the night to help him study so he would be ready. You said you would but you needed to call your mom and let her know. When you called her she was okay with it on the condition that you called her before you went to bed and again in the morning before you left. You walked back into the living room so you could keep studying. You heard Steve calling out from his room, “Hey Y/N I have a couple pairs of pajamas that you could borrow if you want.” without looking up from your book you yelled your assent back. You heard him rummaging around in his room for a bit longer before he came back. You looked up and it felt like had been punched in the gut. You had always had a thing for Steve ever since you met him but you knew he still wasn’t over Nancy so you always held back. But looking at him now in his flannel bottoms and white v-neck t-shirt it was enough to drive you crazy.

“Here’s some stuff that might fit you.” he said holding out the items to you. Effectively pulling you out of your daze. You grabbed what he gave you and ran to the bathroom before he could see the blush on your face. Only once you had the door locked behind you did you let yourself breathe. “God Y/N what’s up with you right now? Can’t even control yourself when he’s around? Get a grip before you do something embarrassing.” you thought to yourself as you ran a hand through your hair. After you had changed into the baggy t-shirt and basketball shorts he had let you borrow you took a second to calm your breathing. When you were ready you went back, you didn’t even look at him as you sat down and started reading your book. Just when you thought that maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad you felt him looking over your shoulder at your notes, which would have been fine if it hadn’t been for the fact that you felt his warm breath on the side of your neck. You fought back a shudder and looked back ready to ask him what he needed, but lost your train of thought when you looked into his chocolate brown eyes that were a lot closer than you thought they would be. After a second you found your voice again “What did you need Steve?” you whispered. He seemed to shake himself as he answered, “Uh… I was just wondering if you could explain this to me. I just can’t seem to figure it out.” he said while pointing to a paragraph in your book. Reaching over your shoulder to do so, god this boy had no idea the effect he had on you. You swallowed before you answered him as best you could.

“Do you get it now?” you said after explaining it to the best of your ability. He nodded before looking back at you. “Yeah, I think I get it. Hopefully, it sticks when I need it.” he chuckled. You smiled, hearing him laugh always made the world seem brighter. You didn’t know how long you could keep this up. It was easier to pretend like you didn’t love him when there were other people around but right now there was nobody else for you to put your focus on and the subject you were studying didn’t help, science did little to distract you from the man absent-mindedly muttering about ionic bonding beside you. You knew you needed to get out of there and fast so you desperately tried to think of an excuse when your stomach growled you thanked every god out there. “Hey, I’m gonna go look for something to eat. You want anything?” you asked as you practically jumped up to go to the kitchen. He gave a grunt that made you wonder if he heard you at all. After you walked into the kitchen you looked through the pantry to find something to eat. You knew Steve kept a stash of candy up on the top shelf somewhere, you were a decent height so you figured you could reach it. You stood on your tiptoes trying to reach it. Just when you were about to give up on reaching the elusive sweets you felt a chest press into your back and a voice whisper in your ear “Can I help you with that?” he chuckled. You let out a small squeak as you saw Steve reach for the candy himself with one hand on your waist as if it was natural for it to be there. When he pulled back candy in hand you turned to look at him.

The tension was almost palpable. Something in his eyes was different this time. But you wouldn’t allow yourself to get your hopes up, Steve saw you as a friend nothing more. But if you looked into his eyes for too long you might convince yourself otherwise. “Steve, don’t look at me like that.” you mumbled. “Like what?” he said moving a little closer to you. “Like you actually like me…” you said before you could stop yourself. His eyes went wide as he processed what you said. You wanted to curl up and die you couldn’t believe you had said that. You tried to get past him but he pulled you back in front of him, “What do you mean “Like I actually like you?” I like you and you know that.” you just kept your head down hoping that the whole thing would blow over. But Steve wouldn’t leave it there. “Y/N what did you mean?” he asked as he used his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him. “You know what I meant Steve.” you managed to whisper.

Steve leaned forward, a strange intent look in his eyes. While he was popular with the girls, he was trustworthy and so you knew you could be safe in the knowledge that whatever happened from now, was what the both of you wanted, rather than some scheme to find out what was underneath your clothes. Even though you trusted him you couldn’t help but worry that your heart was going to get hurt in all this, “Steve. What about Nancy… I know you still care about her and I don’t wanna get hurt in all this.” you started to ramble but stopped when you felt him turn your face to his. Your breath got caught in the back of your throat as he came closer still. He leaned in and whispered, “I would never do that to you.” he looked at your lips before he looked at your eyes again. You decided it was now or never, you closed the last of the distance between you before you could over think it. His lips were softer than you had thought. The way they moved against yours was heaven.

He was gentle with you, his lips barely ghosting yours. You pulled back, not expecting for your toes to curl quite like they just had, but he tugged you back, his lips claiming yours ferociously. He kissed you like a man would kiss the air after almost drowning, he kissed you like fire could melt ice. You were worried he would hurt you but you didn’t care in that moment, all you wanted was his lips on yours. Time seemed to stop in that moment and you knew you were gone. His hands ran down your sides slowly mapping every curve on the way, the man could light you on fire with a single touch. He made his way down your back, hands grazing your ass lightly, making you moan and press yourself into him. You could feel his arousal twitch and harden from where it lay underneath you, between your layers of clothing. You ran your hands up his chest underneath his shirt feeling the muscles tense under your hand. You moved higher hoping he would get the message that you wanted his shirt off. As if he read your mind he practically tore his shirt off then helped you out of yours.

You were incredibly tense on the inside, which felt unnatural considering how much like liquid your body felt right now. Steve was all that you could touch, taste, smell, feel. He was your everything in and of that moment and you couldn’t get enough of him. You could feel him against your stomach and it was obvious he felt the same. He moved his hands under your thighs and mumbled against your lips, “Jump.” you wrapped your legs around his waist and he walked toward his room the passion growing in your kiss with each step. You heard him fumble with the doorknob to his room. You heard the door open and felt a sudden pain in the back of your head, “Shit!” you heard him say. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” you chuckled when you realized he had hit your head on the door. “It’s okay Steve.” you kissed him again to get him to shut up about it.

Steve treasured you but he certainly wasn’t one to treat you like glass, and that was one thing that you loved about him; the scene with the door just now showed that while he had come to care for you in the time you had known each other, he was still the same old Steve that you knew and loved. After he closed the door behind him you felt the hard bite of wood against your back as he held you against the door. You ran your hands through his hair feeling the soft strands in between your fingers. As he moved down your jaw to your neck leaving marks in his wake you moaned in appreciation. You felt him smirk against your neck as he found that sweet spot and bit down hard. You gasped out in surprise and pulled the hair in your hands earning a deep, throaty moan from him. It was your turn to smirk, it seemed you had found his weakness. He removed your bra with ease and promptly started to tease the new skin he had found.

You gasped and arched up into his touch, wanting more of everything that he was, all he had ever been and would ever be. He was your everything, you knew that now, though maybe that was the dopamine and serotonin released during sex that made every sensation, good and bad, into a hazy fog that was delicious yet dangerous. You knew now that no one else would ever be enough. No man would ever compare to the one currently lavishing you with sensations you had never really known till now. You only hoped you were up to the challenge of showing this man how much he meant to you. As Steve walked back toward his bed you felt the anticipation build. Every touch was more deliberate, every breath faster and the heat between you was almost stifling.

“You okay?” You paused, not just to breathe but also to let your mind catch up with reality. Steve nodded, his eyes glossy with lust, his normally brown eyes darkened to a shade you couldn’t quite name. Smiling gently, you kissed him again, pulling Steve into you, clutching him as close as you could. As he dropped you on the bed you started in on his drawstring fumbling for a second with the stubborn knot, after you untied it you hastily pulled down his pants revealing the object of your desire straining against the thin cotton of his boxers. You could see the small patch of pre-cum on the fabric. You didn’t have long to dwell on it before his lips were on yours again more insistent than ever. You made your way up the bed, stopping when your back hit the pillows. Steve’s lips never leaving yours, his hands on your waist almost possessively sure to leave bruises.

The heat between you was becoming unbearable, the lack of friction was becoming more than you could take so you tried moving your hips against his but the grip he had on your hips was too strong. After you parted to take a breath he rested his forehead against yours, “God, Steve do something please…” you couldn’t believe how much you needed him right now. “Someone’s impatient.” he smirked at you. “No shit Sherlock.” you both chuckled at that. The lighter mood was soon cut short when you ran your hands through his hair again prompting another groan and a hard grind at the same time. It was like a switch had been flipped, the feeling of his manhood pressing against you made it feel like you had a fire in your veins. The smirk on his face was an indication that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He did it again and again, slowly yet hard enough to drive you insane. You move your leg hooking it over him trying to close the distance between you two.

You reached over and fumbled through his drawer trying to find the elusive box of condoms in his nightstand, finally grabbing one you opened it as fast as possible. You helped him roll it onto his length. He took your hand in his putting them both over your head. His eyes looked into yours, asking permission before doing anything. You gave him a small nod before guiding him to your entrance, his eyes never left yours as he slid in all the way. When he was finally was all the way you just sat there for a moment feeling everything. When he finally started moving it was slow and sweet as if he wanted to feel every inch of you beneath him. After a while, he started to pick up the pace. With every movement of his hips against yours you could feel the knot within your abdomen grow, but still, it wasn’t enough. You needed more. “Steve…” he looked at you with a question in his eyes. “Faster, Steve please.” he picked up the pace and it was heaven. You ran your hands through his hair and tugged at it when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. It was like he came alive, his hips snapped against yours with more force and speed than you thought possible. You saw white as everything blurred around you, “Oh god… Steve I… I’m close.” his hand went down in between you and started drawing circles on your clit. “Me too baby, let go for me.” it was as if you had been waiting for his words, your head hit the pillow as your high washed over you in waves. You moaned his name like a prayer, over and over again. He maintained his speed for a few more strokes before he joined you, still pumping slowly to help you both ride out the waves.

When you both finally came down he rolled of you with a sigh, tying up the condom and tossing it in his wastebasket. You rolled over into his side not wanting the moment to end, he wrapped an arm around you and said. “I really hope this isn’t a one-time thing… You mean more to me than that.” he looked into your eyes with such a loving look that you felt it in your very soul. “I… I’d like that Steve, I’d like that a lot.” you both smiled at each other.”What do you say we go out tomorrow? Like on an actual date…” you snuggled closer into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “I’d love that Steve.” his grip on your waist tightened. “I love you Y/N… I really do.”  you felt your heart swell at his words. “I love you too Steve, I always have.” he reached over you and pulled the blanket up over you, and as the two of you drifted off to sleep you talked about anything and everything. You couldn’t believe it… you finally had the love of your life in your arms. Who cared if you were probably gonna fail that test on Monday…

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[birdiethebibliophile]

{fic} That Old Sweet Feeling (part 13)

Fandom:  The Adventure Zone:  Commitment Rating:  M Chapter Warnings:  None Relationship:  Nadiya Jones/Mary Word Count:  2,221

Here on AO3. Read the rest: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Tagging @someone-called-f1nch, @voidfishkid, @mellowstarscape, and @jumpboy-rembrandt!

This chapter is twice as long as the usual ones but y’all deserve it after my hiatus for a while there. Look forward to some once-a-week updates for a while!

Chapter Summary:  Nadiya makes an observation. Mary Sage cracks a code. Remy gets a letter.

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"How far does this go?" Remy squinted down the tunnel. The yellow light from Nadiya's flashlight was dim and watery in the complete darkness.

"Long ways," Nadiya said absently. "Like, fifteen miles, I think. At least. Until it gets gross. There's entrances all along, though, closest one is only a mile or two along..."

Remy frowned, glancing sideways at Nadiya. She'd seemed kind of distracted since she'd woken up. "You okay, Nad?"

She scowled at him. "I'm fine, Rembrandt. None of your business, so fuck off."

"It's kind of a little my business," he argued. "What if you have a concussion or something? What if you get sick? What if -"

"I'm fine," Nadiya snapped. "Excuse me if I'm a bit upset about my life's work either being destroyed or being sold indiscriminately by people who have no rights to it." She glanced behind them. Kardala and Mary were trailing a bit behind, Kardala illuminating the tunnel with a handful of blue lightning. "If there's anyone you should worry about, it's them."

"What? Why?"

"Maybe not Kardala so much, but she's been acting weird. Irene-y. Look." Nadiya jerked her head back again, and Remy looked. Kardala said something to Remy that he couldn't hear over the crackle of the lightning, then grinned, and Mary snorted in laughter. "And then Mary Sage..." Nadiya trailed off.

"Is she okay?"

"Depends what you mean by that." Nadiya swept the flashlight beam across the tunnel floor, sending a cockroach scuttling away. Remy yelped, but Nadiya didn't react. "Relax," Nadiya said, annoyed. "Haven't you seen a cockroach before?"

"N...o," Remy admitted, a little sheepishly. "You have?"

"I've been down here before," Nadiya reminded him, "and when you're a broke grad student, you end up living in some interesting places. Plus, I've dissected cockroaches before. Pretty boring, really."

Remy made a face. "Still. Gross."

"Coward," Nadiya said, but amiably enough that it didn't hurt his feelings. "Anyways, on the subject of Mary Sage. I think relatively speaking, she's doing okay, more or less. It's just... overall? I don't know." The sound of her laughter drifting up to them again. "I don't know, Remy," Nadiya said quietly, and for the first time since he'd met her, Remy thought Nadiya sounded concerned. "I wish I could've used my lab. Maybe I could figure out if there was something about my stimplants that genuinely fucked with her head. I keep... fuck, I keep thinking through all my experiments with them, the stuff I did on myself, everything. I can't think of how it could've gone wrong. Or maybe it wasn't the stimplants, and she's just -" Nadiya broke off. "Anyways. Fuck if I know."

Remy's fingers were tapping a rapid tattoo on his thigh as he tried not to fidget with the bandage around his wrist. "It's not your fault," he said.

"Sure." Nadiya was looking surly again. "If this doesn't end with me getting a lot of money in compensation, I'm going to be pissed." She picked up the pace, leaving Remy a few steps behind.

For once, he didn't mind being on his own. He had to think. He felt like there was an answer to – something – just beyond what he could figure out. If his brain would stop jumping around for one second, he'd be able see what it was.

He knew it had something to do with the laptop. It had to. He should've decoded it before. He should've tried harder. It might be too late, now, it might not matter, but he had to try. It had to be something.

When they stopped to rest, Remy went over to Mary. "Hey."

She was eating a power bar. "Hey."

"You're good with computers, right?"

"Yeah. Thought you were too, nerd."

Remy grinned. "I'm IT. I don't do coding, I just fix problems. Anyways, I have this... thing... that I could use some help with. You down?"

"Why not? Lemme at it."

They both sat down against the wall, and Remy, after a furtive look around that revealed nothing except Nadiya (staring at the brick as if she could vaporize it with heat vision) and Kardala (staring contemplatively into her handful of lightning). Then he pulled out the laptop and booted it up.

Mary whistled. "That a ten-bit encryption?"

"I don't know," Remy admitted. "I know I need to get into it, though. Can you crack the encryption?"

"Yeah, probably. I can try. Where'd you get this, anyways?" Mary asked, taking the laptop and starting to tap into it, her hair lifting slightly as her powers activated.

"It doesn't matter, does it?"

"Guess not. Whatever." Mary's typing became more rapid. "Damn. This is deep. Whoever it was must've been a sick coder. Cyber security or something."

Remy shifted uncomfortably, searching for any other subject. "Have you told Nadiya you like her yet?" he blurted.

"God, Jump Boy, keep it down," Mary hissed, her head jerking up to look at Nadiya, but it was clear she hadn't heard. "'Course not, are you kidding? We're in a fuckin'… sewer, on the run, and you think that's a good time to tell Reed McScienceface Richards that I got a crush? Not a chance in hell."

"I dunno, I think it's a great idea," Remy said. "It's like, who knows what's going to happen next, right? So why not go for it?"

"You think she wants something like that right now?" Mary said, jerking her head back towards the computer screen and shoving her glasses up on her nose, squinting through them at the lines of scrolling code. "No fuckin' way. Nah, I'm, uh... not gonna put that on her. We're both dealing with our own shit. I'm not dumping mine on her as well. Wouldn't be fair."

"If you want to look at it that way, we're always going to have our own shit," Remy said, shrugging. "Right? It's not just going to go away."

"Maybe." Mary's fingers slowed slightly in their frantic typing. "But... I don't wanna fuck this up. I'm only gonna get one shot at it, right? And -" She suddenly froze as the computer screen blinked white. "Holy shit. I think I got it."

Remy snatched the laptop out of her hands. His heart revved to racing speed. Please let this actually be something, he thought. Not just another red herring. Please let this tell me something about what happened to them.

The screen blinked a few times, then a single folder popped up. Read This First, one of the documents said.

"Remy?" Mary said. "You look weird. You okay?"

He clicked on it.

Dear Remy, dear Michael, the file read. I'm hoping it's one of you reading this. If you are, it means I'm gone. It means she found me – us – out. And it means you're in terrible danger. But you have to know everything. Ignorance is always a worse fate than knowledge.

Remy scrubbed at his eyes. That was what she used to say to them when they complained about homework. God, he missed her so much. Then he kept reading.

When your father and I were younger, we did some work for the government. Secret stuff. Research on hypnosis, and anti-terrorism, but mostly on a new science we called... bonds. These bonds are what holds everything in the universe together, connecting each person or thing to anything else. You've learned about ionic and covalent bonds in biology; these aren't that different, really. More powerful. Or maybe just easier to exploit.

We weren't the only ones working on this project. There was another woman on our team. Her name was Martine.

"Remy?" Mary sounded scared. "Remy, what is it?"

I didn't quite trust her from the beginning. She seemed too interested, not just academically. She was a biochemist, a neurologist who specified in hormone study. She managed to create a heightened form of oxytocin that strengthened the bonds, creating artificial ones between small groups of people. She could manipulate them, control certain aspects of their bodies or even their minds. Our supervisors grew worried, and one day, they unexpectedly shut down the entire project. All three of us were out of a job.

We kept in touch. Your father and I got married, started research at our lab in Maryland. Remember, I showed you boys around one time? Michael, you were born, and then you a few years later, Remy. We were happier than we could ever remember. We were glad that our project got shut down.

Martine wasn't.

She moved down to Florida, but I would still e-mail with her sometimes. She was my friend. I wanted to trust her, especially then, when she was my only other connection to that time in my life, something I could talk about with no one except her and your father. That was my own fault, I suppose. I should've known better. I did know better. You're like me, Remy. We always want to believe the best of people.

Martine was continuing her research, outside of government approval. I didn't turn her in, of course; she wasn't breaking confidentiality, just expanding into her own field, or at least that's what I thought. Then, when you were about ten, I got a worrying message from her. She was excited - she'd found someone who shared her ambitions. They were working together to expand her ideas. I could read between the lines, though.  He was a fanatic, a revolutionary who was the perfect person to enable her increasingly dangerous research. Still, I didn't think much of it. She had no way to implement any of her ideas. I kept e-mailing with her, keeping tabs on what she was doing.

Then everything changed.

It was only three days ago, three days before I'm writing this, but by the time you read this - I don't know. I'm so sorry, Remy. Right before the Olympics, too. The worst possible timing. Martine called me. She was so excited, but I heard the edge to her voice that made me worry. She said she'd just read some revolutionary new research on body modification, published by a young academic, a wildly precocious young woman named Nadiya Jones from a university in Nevada.

"Mary?" Remy said, almost unaware his mouth was moving. "Get Nadiya and Kardala. Now. Please."

Martine believed that the combination of her altered oxytocin (made much more stable over years of experimentation) and these stimplants could create people with superhuman abilities, connected with each other, and more importantly, with her. She believed, in essence, that she could create an army of supersoldiers under her control. She and Richard could use them to force the revolution they wanted. She mentioned in passing that he wasn't completely on board yet - something about wanting a fair election - but it was clear that she didn't think that would work, and there was no question that they would need to resort to her plan.

After so many years of keeping my mouth shut, I couldn't anymore. I told her exactly what I thought of that plan. Things got ugly. She threatened me. She threatened you two. I hung up on her mid-rant, but the damage was done.

She knows where we live. She knows where I work. I don't know what she's going to do, and I don't know how to stop her.

If you're reading this, either of you, hopefully it means it's not too late. Use this information. Use the information from our research years ago on bonds. I know this is so much to put on you, but I'm praying still that this finds its way into your hands. Who else could I trust?

I'm so sorry. Not only for putting this burden on you, but for not acting sooner. I was afraid, not of Martine, but of destroying my relationship with her, however toxic it was. I thought I would be able to see this coming, stop it before it got to this point. I wanted to believe Martine would never go to these lengths. But she's more powerful than ever, maybe even more than I know.

I love you both. I hope you'll never read this. I hope I'll be able to delete this document and forget it ever existed. Just in case, though, all the research your father and I did on bonds all those years ago is on this computer as well. DO NOT SHOW THIS TO ANYONE YOU WOULD NOT TRUST WITH YOUR LIFE. I made that mistake once, and don't want you to repeat it.

If it isn't the two of you reading this, whoever you are, please use this information for good, or destroy it. If it is, I trust your hearts. Good luck. Your father seals this with his love as well.

Love,

Mom (Christine Rembrandt)

Remy was crying in earnest now, the screen blurry in front of his eyes. He scrubbed at his face with the edge of his hoodie sleeve. As much as he wanted to curl up and not move for a few minutes – or preferably a few days – he didn't have that luxury.

"Guys?" he said, glancing up to see his three friends crowded around him, varying degrees of worry on their faces. "We have a real big problem." He took a shuddering breath. "You need to hear this..."

[captainofsalt]

Back to School (a.k.a. hell) Bad advice but I do it so have fun

I am not sure if this will be helpful for anyone or if any of you will see it, but with school sneaking around the corner, here are a few tips for surviving school and staying somewhat motivated (this is mostly directed towards high schoolers, since I am one):

-Get some fuckin' sleep, if you don't you'll feel shittier then you already do

- Do your damn work at least a day before or else you'll want to die working on it when its already late (also you might just completely opt out)

- Bring snacks no matter what it takes, if you ask before you nom in class teachers are usually cool with it. If not, sneak the noms

- Water pls you need it to live most of you is water if it doesn't help you feel better at least you can sip it when bored and use it as an excuse to go to the bathroom and skip for a few minutes when things get too stressful for u

- Mental health days off if possible, very helpful and usually okay to use at the start of the year when tests are minimal and you're getting used to school

- Gather close friends and feel free to goof off or skip, just not too much and don't get caught (bathroom excuses preferable). When I say not too much I mean 5 times during the year tops ok I care about you get good grades hunny Im so proud.

- Ask teachers for copies of notes ok they make them during lessons usually and they just want you to pass, you can also ask the nicest looking peer to look at notes they don't care just snap a picture because they don't want you to take too long and you'll be fine

- Anyone with bullies I would actually physically fight them if I could but I cannot so just know that u r amazing bby Im proud of you and you probably have friends who are too even if you haven't met them yet high school sucks you got this

- Above statement goes for anyone without bullies as well

- Do what you love even if the adults don't agree (for instance I plan to take 2 years off after high school and then Im going into the arts whenever I say this teachers glare or sigh but its only the opinions of the people that matter that sort of count, such as close family and friends).

-You're going to do great show them how badass you are and join the revolution with me we will rebel against the American government using hexaflexagons and feathers as weaponry (Im in America fight me also I've started using y'all and y'all'll (you all will) ironically but now its a part of my soul s a v e m e I had to stop myself from using it in this post).

- Let me know if you need notes or advice or anything my dude I took algebra 1 which I mostly forgot (I mostly remember quadratic equations and stuff like that though), physical science (ionic and covalent bonds and balancing equations n' shit), and that's about all I remember aside from writing and art classes. It's a blur at this point.

[thursdayglrl]

honestly? like truly? fuck chemistry. im only learning the basics n i already ahte it. fuck ionic bonds, fuck solubility and FUCK the periodic table. valence electrons can suck my ass i odnt give a shit

[metalarmproblems]

Astronomy in Reverse - Part Four

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

A/N: College!AU Bucky Barnes. Tags are at the bottom. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 759

Bucky

Once Bucky’s name fell from his lips, it seemed to hang in the air as silence followed. She wasn’t responding. Shit. This was a bad idea. She was just staring at him, and his mind raced for ways to backpedal out of the situation. Possible paths and outcomes were quickly calculated. Just as he was starting to form a solid plan, her voice broke through his thoughts.

“Y/N,” she finally responded, “My name, I mean. I’m Y/N.”

Her name suited her. He wanted to tell her it was beautiful, but even in his head, it sounded trite.

“I’m really glad that guy wasn’t your actual boyfriend.” He was going to go the friendly route and avoid sounding like he was hitting on her. “That could have gone much differently.”

“You seem like someone who would always have a back-up plan.”

“I do my best.” Bucky couldn’t help but smile; she had no idea how right she was. He glanced down at the book in her lap. “Fundamentals of Chemical Bonding? How is that going?”

She sighed, turning her eyes down toward the text, “I’m taking it to get my science gen ed out of the way. I’m going to be lucky to pass at this point.”

“Science isn’t your thing?”

“I like science just fine, but my teacher has the worst monotone voice and his PowerPoints are all just black and white text and even when I try to focus on him, my mind ends up a thousand miles away for most of the lecture.”

Bucky laughed, “Okay, well science is kinda my thing. Maybe I could help?”

A brilliant smile spread across her face, and Bucky could’ve sworn it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

The two of them spend their usual separate study time working together through ionic bonds, covalent bonds (both types), and hydrogen bonds. Bucky found himself having to go back and explain things from prior chapters, but once he did, he could see that it was clicking for her. Clearly, it wasn’t the science that was confusing her; her professor just wasn’t able to connect her to the material. Based on her description, he actually knew which professor she was probably describing.

When it was time for her to pack up, she slid her textbook into her bag and threw him a grateful smile.

“Thank you for helping me. Hopefully, I’ll actually pass this test now,” she said as she stood, hefting her backpack onto her shoulders. “If you ever need help with any of your English classes, let me know.”

“I will.” Bucky stood with her. “Do you mind if I walk you to class?”

It was old school and borderline corny, and he regretted it as soon as he said it. She was going to think he was a creep, an idiot, or both. It surprised him to see a faint flush form in her cheeks, paired with a small lift to the right side of her mouth. It was fucking adorable.

“That’d be nice,” she responded, turning and starting toward the exit.

Bucky grabbed his own bag, throwing the messenger strap over his shoulder. He fell into step with her, smiling when the automatic doors opened and they walked out together into the crisp autumn air. He wasn’t sure where this was really going, but it felt like the beginning of something life-changing. It was scary, to be sure, but he had already made the decision to take the leap. Now all he had to do was see it through.

She looked up at him, squinting as the sunlight hit her eyes. “Bucky?”

He turned his face toward her. “Yeah?”

“Do you have any plans on Halloween?”

“Uh...I’m a little old to go trick-or-treating,” he laughed.

She grinned and rolled her eyes. “No, not that. My friend is throwing a party. Do you want to come? With me, I mean?”

Holy shit. She was asking him out.

“Do I have to wear a costume?” Why was he questioning this? He should just be saying yes. She is going to change her mind.

“Yep. I can help you if you need help.”

“Nah. I can figure something out. I’ll surprise you.”

“I’m sure you will,” she laughed. “We can work out the details on Monday. This is me.”

She pointed at the building they were now standing in front of.

Bucky nodded. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“See you.”

With a small wave that Bucky found incredibly endearing, she turned and disappeared into the building.

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Unnecessary Tutoring

Request: Not requested

Pairing: (Andrew Garfield) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You really want to get to know Peter, but the only way you could think of was by faking ignorance and pretending to need to get tutored by him.

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1,977

A/N: I thought this would turn out better with Andrew’s Spiderman, but if you want to think it’s Tom Holland’s Spied you are more than welcome to.

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Unnecessary Tutoring

“Fuck…” You whispered to yourself, toying with the phone in your hands as you contemplated the lit screen in front of you.

The phone was open on a contact- Peter Parker’s contact to be exact. After having only one class with him, you’d foolishly fallen in love. You treasured the days when you’d walk into the Biology room, expecting to be bored to death with yet another lecture and instead getting to see Peter’s smile and his beautifully fluffy hair covering up your view of the professor’s board- not that you minded in the least. He gave off a warm and friendly vibe and had a kind personality, making your days that much easier to get through- well, that was when he attended the lectures, anyway. For being so smart, he had an outstandingly large amount of tardies and absences.

On the few occasions when he’d actually attend class, you’d try to get yourself to talk to him, but you could never really pluck up the courage to do so. Therefore he had never talked to you personally, let alone did you think he even knew you existed.

So how had you gotten his phone number? Well, after asking around and pulling some strings, you’d finally managed to get it. Still, you stared at the screen nonetheless, expecting him to magically call you or text you, as if this were some sort of fairytale. You had a brilliant idea, or at least it had seemed so at the time when you first had it. You wanted to ask Peter for some tutoring in order to finally be able to talk to him, not the you needed the lessons at all. You were top of your class, but he didn’t need to know that.

Shaking your head slightly, you let your finger wander down to the options, pressing the message button. If you could barely look at him without your heart getting all fired up, you weren’t trusting yourself to make it through an entire call with the guy. You let out a breath of air as you began typing:

Y/N: Heyyyyy Peter, this is Y/N!!! I was wondering-

“Ugh no, way too excited,” You thought. “Come on, you gotta be cool.” You erased the exclamation marks and started up again.

Y/N: Hey Peter, this is Y/N. Do you think you could tutor me?

“Mm, too straightforward.” You scolded yourself and tried again.

Y/N: Hey Peter, this is Y/N. I always used to watch you when we had class together and-

You frowned and stopped typing again. “Damn it, that sounds too creepy.” After several similar tries, you finally got a decent result:

Y/N: Hey Peter, this is Y/N. I don’t know if you remember me, but we had Biology together last semester. You seemed to do very well with science in general, and I was wondering if you could help me out with Chemistry, as in tutor me. I would really appreciate it.

Holding your breath, you pressed send, almost immediately throwing the phone to the other end of your bed. You puffed out a long string of air, feeling your anxiety coming back to you. You sat up, letting your face drop in your hands as you realized how bad of an idea this actually was. After all, you didn’t need to be tutored at all. In fact, you could probably be tutoring him. “I’m so stupid.” You grumbled into your hands. There were so many ways you could’ve approached him, but out of all of them you’d chosen faking to be stupid just to spend an hour or two with him.

Just as you began wracking your brain for ways to get out of the situation, your phone buzzed. You felt your heart flip in your chest as you gulped, slowly reaching out to get your phone.

Peter: Sure, I’d love to help. How about tomorrow at the library?

A small smile formed on your lips as you dropped all of your previous, less positive thoughts, feeling part of the weight being lifted off your shoulders. You immediately typed back:

Y/N: Cool. Is 3:30 pm ok with you?

You instinctively shut your eyes as you realized how fast you’d texted back, praying he didn’t find it weird. Just then, you received another text, pleased to see he responded within the same time frame.

Peter: Of course.

Biting your lip, you set the phone down and flopped down on your bed. You couldn’t help the butterflies that flew around in your stomach just at the thought of spending time alone with Peter, something you had wanted to do for so long.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What the fuck were you thinking? How could you have possibly thought asking Peter Parker to tutor you would be fun. Now you had to suffer the effects of your careless actions.

You sat alone at a table in the library, turning at every little sound you heard, thinking it was Peter. Shaking your leg uncontrollably, you glanced around the open room for what felt like the millionth time. He still wasn’t here, not the you were expecting him to-it was barely 3. You played with the zipper on your backpack in hopes to calm yourself down, but it did nothing to help.

You decided it would be good to take out your books and at least pretend to be doing something in case he came by early.

You had made sure to bring along some old Chemistry books to make sure he didn’t know you had already taken that Chemistry class and many after that. As you yanked out the book, you felt something else fall out of your bag and onto the floor, but you ignored it and bergan reading.

Your eyes wandered up and down the pages as you lost yourself in the words. You were so engrossed in the book that you almost didn’t feel the light tap on your shoulder that instinctively made you jump.

As you turned around you were faced with the one and only Peter Parker, crooked smile on his face and book bag hanging off one of his shoulders. You could feel your mouth practically hanging open as you tried to form coherent strings of words as Peter started talking, looking the tiniest bit taken aback himself, too.

“Hey, I’m Peter.” He said, extending his hand down toward yours. Mainly because of the height difference, you almost felt like you were staring up at a god.

Snapping back to reality you nodded, shaking his hand, which you noted, was comfortably bigger than yours. “I know.” Were the only words that fell from your mouth, making you immediately regret having opened your mouth in the first place. Peter raised his eyebrows and his smile grew bigger, almost as if he found it amusing.

You tried shaking it off, going on to introduce yourself instead. “I’m Y/N.”

Peter held on to your hand for a bit longer than someone usually would, repeating the name to himself as he nodded. “Y/N.” He finally let go of your hand, going to sit on the chair next to yours and setting down his backpack too.

After pulling out a couple things, he turned to you, having his face so close to yours that it left you starstruck. “What do you want to start with?” He asked, catching you off guard.

“Uh…” You turned to your textbook, pointing your finger at the first thing it landed on. “This.”

Peter looked at you once again, grinning as he quickly read over the title of the page. “Great.”

You listened intently as you Peter tried to explain to you one of the easiest concepts of Chemistry; Covalent bonds. Of course you understood them perfectly, but you couldn’t help but pretend you didn’t know what he was talking about just to keep him talking. Your eyes glued themselves to his lips as he went on and on and on.

“You get it?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow at you and offering you a patient smile.

You bit your lip to hold yourself from smiling, scrunching your eyebrows at the same time. “Not really. Could we go over that just one more time?” You asked, batting your eyelashes as he thought of another way to explain it to you.

“Of course. How about this?” Peter reached over and gently grabbed your hand, making your face instantly heat up. You were about to ask him what he was doing, but your stomach was too busy doing backflips to even get you to concentrate.

“So, in ionic bonds the electrons are either given or taken, right?” He asked as you shyly nodded your head, feeling as he played with your fingers while talking. “Well, in a covalent bond,” He lightly brought your hand up to his, intertwining your fingers as he held your hands up in the air. “The electrons are shared between the atoms, just like our hands are, in a way, sharing fingers.”

“Oh.” You gulped as you broke the silence, seeing his eyes rake up and down your face. 

You felt like twenty tomatoes had been smashed on your face, but you couldn’t get yourself to pull away. Peter licked his lips, slowly inching closer as you felt yourself doing the same, feeling as if time had slowed down to a tenth of it’s regular measure.

Your lips touched faintly, moulding against each other as Peter let go of your hand and instead let it wander down to your waist. You in turn let yours go up to his hair, feeling your fingertips touch the soft strands of his maroon hair.

He pushed you gently against the library table as you arched your back in an effort to get closer to him and away from the cold wood. You both broke the kiss to get some air and for a brief moment you looked each other in the eye, and you all you saw was the face of a man that looked genuinely happy. That didn’t last long before he pulled you back and you continued.

Not a second later, you were interrupted by the loud ding of an unfamiliar phone. Startled, you pulled away as Peter scrambled to pull his phone out of his back pocket, bringing it up to his eye level.

His eyes widen as he read over the incoming message, whispering to himself, “Shit.”

He slowly pushed himself out of the chair, trying to fix his hair as he shoved things back into his bag and he scooped it up from the ground. “I’m sorry, I gotta go. I forgot I told my Aunt May I was gonna help her with something today.” Peter said, to addressing the dumbfounded look on your face.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, offering you a sad, yet charismatic smile, one which you shot him back. “See you later?” He asked, looking hopeful as he gave you the infamous puppy dog eyes.

“Definitely.” You chuckled , feeling another blush spread all across your face.

“Good.” Peter replied, licking the corner of his lips. He started moving toward the exit door when suddenly his turned around to face you once again, calling out your name in somewhat of a questioning manner. “Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

He tilted his head as he fixed his backpack strap. “I forgot to tell you when I got here, but you dropped your Advanced Organic Chemistry textbook under the table.” He smirked again, shooting you  a wink.

Your eyes widened as you snapped your head under your seat and sure enough, there was your textbook, innocently laid out under you.

You cursed out loudly, your brain going a hundred miles per hour trying to come up with a valid excuse, but when you looked back up, the door was already closing and Peter was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh shit..”

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