#im SO FUCKING READY TO BE DONE WITH THIS SEMESTER HOLY SHIT

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tw for suicide and self harm in tags !! pls just scroll !!

#my mood swings have been so terrible lately and i feel so bad abt it lmao #they usually aren't this like? extreme? #like normally i just kinda swing from side to side of the same line of bland sadness #n i get happy for a few minutes n i get deeply sad for a few minutes but it's always like so minimal that i can just play it off n hide it #but its just so extreme now and i feel so awful because its literally impossible to hide #like literally one minute ive been like 'wow this is the happiest ive ever felt' and then the next its like #if anyone moves or makes any noise or talks to me im going to start sobbing #and then like 30 min later its like i viscerally hate everyone ive interacted with today so much i want to scream #like miss girl WHAT is going on in there !!!! i hate this !!!! #literally nothing makes me happy like everything just makes me so angry #like literally everything. literally everything. literally everything. i can't think of a single thing that i couldn't be angry about #im SO FUCKING READY TO BE DONE WITH THIS SEMESTER HOLY SHIT #AAAAAAAAAAAAA I JUST GOT SO MAD #LITERALLY when i started typing this post i was like on the verge of tears and now im so blistering angry holy shit holy shit #i hate this !!!! ooh i want to die so BAD lmao #i always stop cutting when i get like. this unhappy/suicidal #twould b very sexy if i could like .... engage in the coping mechanism i specifically developed to deal with emotional overwhelm #god im gonna unalive this fucking sucks i hate living like this #the other really stressful part of this is that i don't #you know what never mind . cannot keep shoving my emotional shit into other people . this is all me babey !!!

[rossmccallsqueen]

Homework (Professor!Gwil AU Smut)

Pairing: Professor!Gwil x Reader

Summary: You and Professor Lee had been a thing the entire semester. Except one night when you forget to do the homework, he got a little upset with you. You knew you would be punished.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT, Daddy kink, dom!gwil, a little bit of dom!y/n if you squint hard enough, lots of dirty talk, semi public sex, unprotected sex (always wrap it before you tap it folks)

Requested: No, but I got some good inspiration from some pictures this week. Dedciated to my wife @borhap-socials :) 

It was taking everything in you to go to your last class of the day. It was a night class, and you always dreaded going. You were tired and the lights always got turned off which meant it was even more likely that you were going to fall asleep. But there was a reason you always went, and you could never tell anyone what it was.

Your friends knew you had a man, but you’d never tell them who. If you did there was a high chance you would be kicked out of college, but it was the thrill that got you. The fact that anyone could find out at any time turned you on, which is usually why you went to class. You didn’t sit too close so you wouldn’t give it away, but close enough that he would still look at you a lot.

After class, you always had your time together. He loved it, you loved it. Sometimes you’d wear something a little low cut and tease him a little bit, just to make it interesting. He’d always figure it out because who gets dressed up to go to a night class? Almost no one, that's who. You sat down next to your one friend in the class once you walked in as you did every week.

“Did you do the homework?” They asked.

“What do you think?” You said back. You never did the homework, you didn’t have to. But they didn’t need to know that.

“Do you ever do the homework Y/N?”

“Sometimes. Depends on if I want to take a nap or not.”

“You always want to take a nap.”

“That is exactly my point.” And that’s when he looked at you. His eyes burned into your soul like the sun and made you feel like your clothes were on fire. He could do that to you just by a look.

“You know you stare at Professor Lee a lot Y/N.” You heard your friend say next to you. You barely heard them if you were being honest.

“What else would I look at? We’re in class, he’s the professor.”  You hoped your lie would cover for you. When you looked at your friend you saw them nodding in agreement and you breathed a sigh of relief. You’d been reading The Picture of Dorian Gray for the last few weeks, and you’d finally be discussing it in class today.

“Alright now that everyone who wanted to come today has shown up, get out your books. We’ll be discussing The Picture of Dorian Gray today.” Even when he was teaching his voice was sexy. The classroom filled with everyone getting out their books, waiting to be told what to do next. You would think a classroom full of college students would know what to do after that but your classmates seriously made you worry sometimes.

“Alright let’s see who really read the book.” You watched as his eyes scanned the class, looking to draw someone out and ask them a question. You thought making eye contact would help you avoid it, but nope.

“Y/N. Dorian’s scandalous behavior shocks his peers, yet he remains welcome in social circles. Why? What is Wilde suggesting about “polite” London society?” You looked around and the entire class had their eyes on you. And you were screwed.

“Ummm… Well, Dorian is seen as very attractive…” You muttered. You already knew you’d be paying for it later.

“Didn’t read did you? Points will be deducted for this. Does anyone else have an answer to this question?” Professor Lee scanned the rest of the class and found a more than willing student. He seemed satisfied with their answer, but his eyes remained on you. He was mad and he wasn’t exactly hiding it. He’d never really been angry with you before.

The rest of the class you tried to avoid his gaze whenever possible. His nostrils were flared and he was pacing. Although he never stopped teaching, he always talked about the book. Never wavering for a second. When class was over, you knew better than to get up and leave. You acted like you couldn’t find something, telling your friend you’d see them later. One by one, everyone else left. And then it was just the two of you.

For the first few minutes, it was just silence. Pure silence. He stopped looking at you but kept pacing. You needed him to say something, you definitely didn’t want to be the first one to speak.

“Would you like to talk about why you didn’t read the book?” He asked.

“Well, I thought I was an exception to homework Gwilym.”

“Everyone needs to read the classics.” He walked over to the classroom door, closed it, and turned the lock. You definitely wouldn’t be going home for a while. “And now I think you deserve to suffer some consequences don’t you?” You gulped and nodded.

He signaled for you to come up to the front with his fingers.

“STRIP. Right. Now.” He commanded, and you did so. You were completely naked in front of an entire classroom and completely at his mercy. He walked up to you so close that you could feel his hot breath on your face. It made your skin jump like someone was trying to light a match. Just standing there naked in front of him already made you wet.

“Now bend over the desk, and show daddy how sorry you are. I think 10 spanks should suffice, what do you think?”

“Yes Daddy.” You bent over and leaned your elbows on the desk. He brought his had forcefully against your ass, knowing he left a red mark.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU PRINCESS.” He yells, and it echoes.

“FOUR. FIVE.” And you counted the rest. As soon as he was done he brought you up, turned you around, and pressed your lips against his. He began sucking love bites anywhere he could reach while you undressed him. At the very least, both of you deserved to be naked. And you knew there was still more to come. Once he was naked he rested his forehead against yours.

“I think you still owe Daddy an apology. Sit up on the desk. You think you deserve this cock? My thick juicy cock? Or these fingers?” He held his hand up in front of your face and wrapped it around your neck lightly. Not enough to cause pain or harm, but enough to let you know that he meant business.

“FUCKING BEG FOR IT BABY GIRL. YOU HAVE TO BEG FOR DADDYS COCK.” You knew exactly what he wanted.

“I need your cock so fucking bad Daddy. I want you to slide it into me nice and hard and stretch me open with it. Please fuck me, Daddy, I want it so fucking bad. Fucking fill me with your load like you mean it.” You’d brought him down so he was eye level with you, begging right into his ear.

He was practically panting with need. He growled and kissed his entire way down your body. He stopped at your breasts, taking as much of one as he could into his mouth.

“Daddy fucking loves your tits baby girl.” Teasing one of your nipples between his teeth, he brought his hand up to your core and started playing with your folds. You were so damn sensitive and you didn’t even care. Gwilym brought his lips against yours, hungrily capturing your lips but thrusting his fingers into you at the same time.

His fingers seemed to hit that sweet spot inside of you, and it felt absolutely wonderful His fingers thrust in and out of you at a rapid pace, while his thumb flicked over your clit.

“FuCK DADDY, SHIT. JUST LIKE THAT.”

“You like that baby girl?” He looked you dead in the face, pausing for a second. Suddenly you were very aware that you were naked on your professor's desk as he was about to fuck your brains out. You could feel your orgasm building and Gwil showed no signs of stopping. His thumb pressed deeply against your clit and it automatically sent you over the edge. You came all over his hand… and the papers sitting on his desk.

“I guess whos students won’t be getting their papers back…” You joked, and Gwil leaned down to kiss you. He made you cum once, and he was going to do it again.

“You ready for me Princess?” You nodded eagerly, and he pulled you up. He shoved all the papers on his desk off of it onto the floor and turned you around so you were back leaning against your elbows. Your face gets pressed against the desk and he doesn’t waist any time getting his cock inside of you.

“You take my cock so fucking well Princess. Holy shit you’re so tight? Why didn’t you tell Daddy that you needed a good fucking baby girl? You know Daddy lives to please his princess.” His tone was low and deep, causing you to grab onto his desk for some kind of relief or friction. He pounded into you relentlessly, getting at just the right angle to make you see stars.

The sounds of both of your moans echoed throughout the room. Gwil had never fucked you this hard before, and to top it off he was doing it on his desk.

“FUCK DADDY. SIR YOU FUCK ME SO WELL. FASTER, YES RIGHT FUCKING THERE. I SAID FUCKING FASTER DADDY.” You were practically screaming against the desk. It didn’t take Gwil any extra instruction, and he began a frantic new pace. He leaned over you and pressed kisses all over your back while his cock was throbbing inside of you.

“Feel my cock inside you baby girl? That’s it, clench around Daddy’s cock. YES JUST LIKE THAT BABY GIRL. I WANT YOU TO FUCKING SCREAM WHILE IM FUCKING YOU. I want you to taste my cum while it drips all over your face. You think you’d like that?” He was yelling so loud and you fucking loved it. You almost forgot that there was a possibility that other people could hear you but you didn’t care. All you wanted was for Gwil to fuck you like he was.

He loved seeing you bent over like this, completely at his mercy. The harder he drove his cock into you, the more you felt the desk move.

“I’m so fucking close princess, keep clenching around daddy.” You could feel your orgasm approaching as well. Just a few more thrusts and you were seeing stars you came so hard. Your breathing was heavy, but Gwil was still thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow.

“Daddy is close princess, where do you want my cum this time?” He said as he continued his thrusts.

“My mouth Daddy, I want you to cum all over my face!” You moaned at the sudden loss of Gwil inside of you, but turned yourself over and got down on your knees. It didn’t even take a few strokes before Gwil was cumming all over your mouth and face. You swallowed what you could, knowing he loved that. What you didn’t get, you cleaned up with your fingers and rubbed it on your breasts. He delighted in seeing his cum all over you.

“Fucking hell baby girl, you’re learning aren’t you?” He helped get you up and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you against his chest.

“Does this mean I’m excused from homework now?” You asked with your puppy dog eyes looking up at him.

“Homework? What homework?” He began kissing your neck again, and you had a feeling this wasn’t the only time you’d be doing it tonight. “You’re coming home with me tonight. As soon as the building is clear.

No homework and a sleepover? You definitely didn’t mind coming to class anymore.

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[sarasfm]

Sarauniya “ Sara ” Davies, 24, pansexual, cisfemale, ISFP Enneagram 9w1; Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon, Pisces rising 1st year Advanced Encryption Major; did not go to a spy prep hs

Imma keep it real with you, chief, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I mean, obviously, I know what espionage is ; I’ve read books and articles, and I’ve seen Spy Kids and all the Charlies Angels and James Bond movies, but I genuinely think I need a minute to wrap my head around everything. Make that two weeks, because what’s this I hear about two murders ?  I literally just got sent here to be safe, I — I’m sorry, I’m freaking out. Give me five seconds, and we can start again, because I promise I can totally pretend this is all normal. @gallagherintro​

full name: sarauniya “ sara ” davies

dormitory room: 105

birthday: 20 march 1995

soundtrack: “ go gina ” by sza

favorite dish: efo riro

aesthetic:  when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of light reflecting from her earrings, eyeglasses perched on top of her head, and a caviar iphone always in her hands

Bio Points

her mom’s a nigerian baddie billionaire & her dad’s a soft academic brit

she grew up between london and abuja where their family’s business is based. it’s a trading enterprise, the largest industrial conglomerate in sub-saharan africa

she’s the eldest of three siblings, was raised to be prim & proper and groomed to run their family’s business. her family’s not pushy though and they’re really cool. very healthy dynamic so she doesn’t mind ; she loves her fam and would do it w a smile !

Coding is her Passion though. total dork. stayed up all the time just sleuthing and being an internet geek since she was a youngin’

loves education and is the type who would willingly stay in school to learn. has a degree in economics from harvard and was almost done with her mba when her littlest sister got abducted !  was it about business ? money ? who knows ! the sister’s fine now but her family sure is Scared especially since sara’s alone in the big bad united states

her mom made some calls and went “ gimbiya, look, u aint safe n we sorry. we’ll work something out to make sure u get ur mba degree somehow but shit is wild so we gotta get u somewhere near that’s safe asap. u like studying & ur a geek with computers right ? cool beans, go back to school & welcome to gallagher, babe ”

she enters gallagher in the middle of the spring semester very overwhelmed & inwardly ignoring how unhappy she is about having to be here bc she is not & does not want to be a spy. she just tryna distract herself by looking at this entire thing as a weird vacation where she can do stuff she wasn’t able to before because it’s literally detached from the world. she is mostly probably in way over her head, but let’s see ! 

Other Information

Nicknames: Sara (to everyone), gimbiya (to family, means princess in Hausa)

Languages: English (native), Hausa (native), Arabic (C1), French (B2)

Strengths: is money a strength ? also coding. and being the sweetest. and a general smartypants but that’s in a university setting & gallagher probably doesnt give a fuck

Relationship History: only has one (1) experience. ( well,,, 2 if a three-second drunken kiss w kass counts ) his name’s royce and they’ve known each other since their bougie secondary school back in britain. started dating at sixteen and went to harvard together. they’re long term as fuck. he’s like her best friend and their families adore the couple & each other. got engaged last september and sara broke it off before leaving for gallagher, oof. she deadass milked the opportunity but lbr she wasnt rlly Feeling It so she’s kinda glad for the ‘valid reason’ to appear bc it rlly wasn’t Love for sara so boy bye

Physical appearance: 1.76m, 55kg, long black hair, slim and toned build

Classes: GEN 105, GEN 206, AE 101, AT 101, PE 101

Personality

the sweetest. v charming & sensitive to others & curious about things. enthusiastic too ! loves adventures & is very passionate. queen of empathy. 

she’s not stuck up even tho she loaded. she doesnt rlly talk abt her family having 12B or the fact that she’s an ivy league girl, bc she’s just generally very uwu 

easily stressed and flustered and overwhelmed ! man, gallagher’s gonna shook this goddamn academic dork to her core for the love of god someone pls get the aed ready

rlly fun !!! can be a lil unpredictable bc it b lyk dat for rich girls. loves her independence which she hasn’t maximized bc of her ex fiancé & responsibilities but it’s chill so chill totally chill, no ounce of further longing exists in the crevices of this girl’s heart

she is so not good with confrontation and is so allergic to conflict ok. she will sweep discomfort under a rug and lie on it ‘til it’s flat which makes her a queen of repression & conforming

is she easily overwhelmed & stressed ? yes, but she’ll try not to show it so much. it’s all mostly an internal monologue so don’t underestimate her pls. she’s v smart and competent. can be so competitive ( albeit mostly inwardly ) and a boss ass business bitch like her business momma bc that’s what she’s been training for altho she is still generally a soft bab so ... yeah, if u would be so kind as to Estimate her, that’d be grand

she needs to always be on top of her game. maybe not the best in the class, but definitely pushes herself to be her best, so a lot of late nights studying & won’t settle for bad grades ever. gonna be rough in gallagher bc she is not spy material ok, she’s just a pretty rich geek behind a computer

just imagine her as the nice girl in ur ap classes who’s a lil awkward & just so happens to be super hot & stinking rich

Fun Facts

has a six-month old rescue pup named sooty ! who kinda looks like a sheparnese

has a tendency to ramble if she’s comfy w u enough or mayhaps if it’s too much man 

is v diligent w keeping a journal & does it everyday 

likes to dance ! not super good but she likes it. hits da clubs for dat shit 

is a lil instagram famous bc she’s a gorgeous rich harvard girl & all that jazz. queen of selfies & of looking hot but doesn’t actually get to play around rip ffff 

doesn’t drink much bc she is an extreme lightweight and 2 is her tap out limit

if she’s had more than 2 drinks, she is Very Honest but still very ramble-y 

she is physically active but mostly just runs and does yoga. knows very basic self-defense. is not sporty, definitely not a fighter, may god have mercy on her soul

isnt a virgin but is not sexually experienced lmao lbr she kinda Itching to get out there 

don’t ask me what her accent is because i have no clue it’s all over the place

Established Connections — just bc i think y’all would like to know

kassandra sutton — internet friends ! loves kass to bits. have known each other since sara was 14. when kass was 18, sara took her on a grad trip to montreal and became a lil lowkey into her. doesn’t help that kass drunk kissed her & doesn’t remember lmfao. poor sara told her then-bf & they had a lil fight but they made up bc sara didn’t talk to kass for months. eventually they became friends again & now sara’s in gallagher w no idea that kass is a mf sutton & honestly, my girl is just very shook w everything 

Possible Connections

crushes — she does not know how to flirt. she is ,,,, p pathetic tbh but a real heckin cutie. will be super nice to ur bab ok  

flirtationships — sara and i r gonna continue to keep it real w u chieves, her ex fiancé royce was vanilla and bland as fuck. can u believe she has not been single in a decade ? ? someone give her love & attention & fluster this soft innocent child. get her Experienced but also dont hurt her

enemies/angst !!! —  or maybe do ! maybe hurt her. maybe obliterate her. maybe smash her poor heart to pieces, because tbh i would love that.  so someone pls for the love all things holy and divine, someone hurt her !!!!

fwb — probably just one (1) bc she’s still a romantic ? and she’s probably gonna want something exclusive even if it’s no strings attached and will surely want to ,.,. get to know them a little bit more first ,,, at least ideally , idk , maybe impulse & thirst gets the better of her one of these days who knows lets find out !

friends !!! — sara will love u ok. she may be a lil easily flustered but she’s doesn’t rlly give up on ppl quickly. as i’ve said, queen of empathy. probs feels v sorry for majority of the gallagher & georgetown kids bc, .,.,., this environment just screams highkey Trauma to her and she’s valid bc she’s right

mentors !!! — she hates feeling dumb ok she Always has to be on top of her game, so u can bet ur ass after her first meetings in her classes she goes to ppl going “ hey could u help me out w working out ? boxing ? firing a gun ? literally everything & anything ? ”   

anything & everything — meaning just come @ me & let’s talk about it uwu 

( did i just create georgina’s antithesis ? fuck yes, and i am sooo excited to have a child that’s not always plotting & scheming & being mean like y’all have no idea ;_; nywy, that was long bc shutting up and brevity are things i do not possess. whats up it’s ur og flower garden girl rose here aka bugleweed aka fiancée of many and lover of all, and i am open to anything and everything ! just drop an IM or hit dat like & ill slide in ur dmz w love, plots & sanitized hands x )

#gallagher:intro

[spidergwenstefani]

Finals Week

This is a really self-indulgent semi sequel to this ficlet I wrote a little while ago about theatre major Bucky and frat bro Clint. Apparently this is gonna be the AU i use for pointless fluffy comfort now bc I’m stressed with finals essays and these boys are helping.

I definitely shifted some background characters around since the last fic sorry steve but i don’t super care so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bucky spins his desk chair around in a lazy circle, watching the moon shining through his apartment window blur into a bright stripe with the rest of his surroundings. Someone on the floor above him has tuned their Spotify to some kind of low-fi study playlist, and Bucky feels genuinely relaxed for the first time in… months, actually.

This last week has been rough. Nearly all of his finals ended up scheduled on the same Friday and Natasha had to actually hold him back from leaping out the library window on Thursday night. It worked out alright. The Lighting Design 201 presentation had gone off shockingly well, the History of Stage Design final was way easier than expected, and his group project for Gender in Shakespeare really pulled through in the end. He half-assed the conclusion for his Dramaturgy essay, but there was only so much he could say about August Wilson without the professor realizing he was just spitting his class notes back at him. So now he’s done. A whole five days before the semester ends, too. It feels like a thousand-pound weight has been lifted off Bucky’s shoulders. He hums along to the slow jam echoing down from his upstairs neighbor, scooping up his phone to check his messages.

Nat (3 hours ago) Congrats on being done with finals

Nat (3 hours ago) If you didn’t turn that gd Fences essay in on time I will climb in through your window and strangle you in your sleep

Steve (2 hours ago) Hey! Me and some buddies were planning on going out for pizza around 7 tomorrow. Do you wanna come with? You can bring Clint so you don’t have to listen to grad students all night.

Steve (2 hours ago) Please say yes. I don’t want to listen to grad students all night.

Nat (42 minutes ago) Have you heard from Clint? He hasn’t answered my texts in hours. Not sure if I should be concerned

Nat (40 minutes ago) Send him a dick pic and see if that gets a response

Clint (3 minutes ago) im fckin dropping uot

Bucky ignores Steve and Natasha for now, typing out a quick response to Clint.

Bucky Well I’m done with finals

Bucky Can I convince you to stay in college with some fantastic Fuck Dramaturgy victory sex?

Clint i dont kno what htat is

Bucky I’ve explained Dramaturgy to you like five times

Clint i cant remembr

Clint what day is it

Clint bucky im dyin :’(

Bucky rolls his eyes, grabbing the keys off his desk and pulling on his sneakers. He would have preferred to avoid the Greek side of campus today if at all possible, but he has an idiot boyfriend to console.

Bucky omw

>>==========>

Beta Theta Pi is, as far as frat houses go, not the absolute worst. It had still been kind of a shock when Bucky realized Clint actually lives up to his frat bro vibes. Not only lives up to them but embraces them with the same enthusiasm Clint has for any other thing he cares about. Bucky could probably do PR for the Beta charity drives by now after how much Clint has gushed about them. Lord knows he’d do a better job than fucking Pietro.

Bruce answers the door on Bucky’s third knock, looking surprised to see him and vaguely stoned.

“Bucky?” he says after he gets a few blinks out of his system. Bucky wonders if it’s such a good idea to be smoking in his letterman jacket. Coach Fury’s been known to have a nose like a bloodhound. “Clint didn’t say you were coming over.”

“Has he said anything at all in the last twelve hours?” Bucky asks, shouldering past Bruce because he knows he won’t move on his own. Bruce is actually his favorite of Clint’s brothers. He’s chiller than any offensive lineman has a right to be. He does yoga, for fuck's sake. It’s probably the copious amounts of weed that mellow him out in the end, though.

“I dunno,” Bruce says, still blinking his way back to the present. He gives Bucky a slow smile as he shuts the door behind them. “Do you want tea? I made tea.”

“Maybe later,” Bucky says, because he’s just spotted Rumlow studying at the dining table and that’s the one Beta guy he genuinely doesn’t want to see today. He heads for the stairs.

“Wanna play Smash Bros?” Bruce asks as Bucky bolts for the second floor.

“Maybe later,” he shouts over his shoulder.

Clint’s room is at the far end of the hallway, and Bucky frowns at the closed door. Clint’s the kind of endearingly codependent guy that keeps his door open unless absolutely necessary, never wanting to miss out on anything that might be blocked by a thin layer of wood.

He knocks more as a warning than anything, letting himself in and shutting the door softly behind him. All the lights are off and nothing but moonlight illuminates Clint spread dramatically across the floor, staring up at his ceiling fan like he’s hoping it’ll fall on him.

“Fucking Christ,” Bucky mutters, mostly because he’s not sure Clint even heard him come in.

“I’m gonna die,” Clint answers from the floor. “Statistics is actually gonna kill me.”

“You can’t die,” Bucky says, leaning back against the door. “My mom will be crushed if I don’t bring you home for spring break.” The moonlight is making the angles of Clint’s face look especially soft, and Bucky takes a moment to watch him pout before sinking down onto the floor.

“No, it’s too late. I’m dying,” Clint says, shifting to make room on the rug as Bucky crawls over to him. He wraps his arm around Bucky’s shoulders and plants a quick kiss on his forehead before turning his glazed look back up at the ceiling fan. “You’ll come to my funeral, right?”

“Obviously,” Bucky snorts, sliding his hands under Clint’s t-shirt. He knows his fingers are ice cold, but Clint doesn’t even flinch.

“Wear black, okay? Something sexy, so my enemies get jealous of the hot piece of ass I bagged before kicking the bucket.”

“Should I cry?” Clint hasn’t seen Bucky act yet, but he’s totally going to audition for The Laramie Project next semester and blow his fucking mind.

“As much as possible. Maybe mention how much you’ll miss my massive dick.”

“I will,” Bucky says emphatically. He looks up at the ceiling fan and takes a deep breath, doing his best to bring tears to his eyes. “I’ll never love another dick as much as I loved his.” Bucky’s voice comes out impressively choked up. “I’m cursed to a life of longing. The only man who can satisfy me is lost forever.” Bucky blinks a single tear down his cheek, and Clint’s staring at him when he finally turns back.

“Holy shit,” Clint says, moving to wipe at Bucky’s cheeks like he’s actually worried about him. “Do exactly that, please. When did you learn how to cry on command?”

“When my third sister was born,” Bucky answers smugly. “I didn’t appreciate how much more attention tutus and pigtails got, so I had to find my own edge.”

“Becca’s sent me a few pictures that say you still cashed in on tutus and pigtails.” Clint rolls onto his side so he can face Bucky better, pulling him closer with a hand around his waist.

“I rocked those butterfly clips better than she could ever dream,” Bucky says, and Clint buries his laugh in Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky runs a hand up and down Clint’s back. “What day is your Stats final?” That earns him a despondent groan.

“Monday. I’m so gonna fail.” Clint’s voice is muffled by Bucky’s sweatshirt. “Why the fuck did I decide on a Business major?”

“Because you’re smart,” Bucky insists. Clint shakes his head weakly against his shoulder and Bucky smacks him lightly on the arm. “You are. You’re smart and practical, and once you have your diploma you and Nat can move to New York and open your gym.”

Clint mumbles something into his sweatshirt that Bucky doesn’t quite catch.

“What?” he asks, and he tugs the back of Clint’s shirt just enough to get him to scoot backward and speak clearly.

“I said you’ll be there too,” Clint repeats, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Bucky’s side and making an effort to keep his eyes anywhere but on Bucky’s. “Designing costumes on Broadway. Having a meltdown every other day.”

“Exactly,” Bucky says, and Clint looks up long enough to give him a hesitant smile. “And on tech week I’ll gripe to you all night long and make you rub my feet.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Clint says, and his voice is too soft to be joking. Bucky leans forward to kiss him. Clint brings his hand up to Bucky’s face, brushing his thumb over his cheek while they lose themselves for a moment or two.

“It’ll be awesome,” Bucky says once he’s pulled away. “And all you have to do is pass one dumb Stats final. It’s all easy street after that.”

“No it’s not,” Clint says, but his face doesn’t seem quite as pinched with worry. Bucky shrugs one shoulder.

“Maybe not, but this is all you have to think about right now. And even if you don’t pass, which you will, Momma Barnes will be waiting at the train station, ready to fill that void of disappointment with cookies and brisket. They offer Stats over the summer. You can even get Bruce to help you study.”

Clint smiles a little easier and presses a kiss to Bucky’s cheek.

“Bruce offered to help me study earlier this week, actually.” Bucky raises his eyebrows at him.

“And you’re not taking him up on it? Bruce is pretty much Einstein. You know that, right? What are you doing in here when you could be getting schooled on Stats in the library?”

“Well, you’re here,” Clint says and Bucky just knows his smile goes all dopey at that. “And I think even Einstein would struggle with Stats after smoking that much weed.”

“You’ll study with him tomorrow though, right?” Bucky’s not going to let Clint throw him off that easy. Clint rolls his eyes, but he nods. “Steve invited us to get pizza tomorrow. I’ll pay, as a reward for studying.”

“Steve invited us, or Steve invited you?” Clint asks, scrunching up his nose. Bucky snorts, shoving at Clint half-heartedly.

“Steve invited us. To go out with him and his friends. I dunno why you hate him so much. He thinks you’re pretty cool.”

“I don’t hate him,” Clint says defensively, but he still shifts forward to wrap his arms possessively around Bucky. “I just want to make sure he knows that the position of Bucky’s Buff Blond Boyfriend is already happily filled. Also, fuck him. I’m really cool.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Bucky says. He’s kind of stuck in Clint’s steel trap of a hug. “It’s not like that. First of all, I don’t date grad students, and second of all we totally have more of a big brother-little brother sort of thing going on. I think he’s more into Tony, anyway.”

“Aw, gross,” Clint laughs, letting Bucky out of his death grip. “They deserve each other.”

“People probably say the same thing about us,” Bucky says. Clint grins at him, opening his mouth to share some kind of smart-ass response. A knock on the door cuts him off and makes them both jump.

“Do you guys have pants on?” Bruce’s voice comes through the door way louder than necessary. “If you don’t, sorry. Keep doing your thing or whatever. We’re starting a new Smash tournament, though, if you wanna join.”

“No, Bruce. C’mon man,” Bucky hears Sam say, and there’s the sound of scuffling feet like Sam’s trying to yank Bruce back from the door. “They’re probably having their own Smash tournament in there.”

“Bucky would have invited me,” Bruce insists, and Clint sits up with a laugh.

“We have pants on, Bruce,” he calls, and the door opens a moment later.

“Are you guys just sitting in the dark?” Bruce frowns down at Bucky, who’s still sprawled across the rug.

“Yeah,” Clint says, and then because he catches Bucky’s meaningful look, “Are you busy tomorrow? Think you could help me with Stats?”

“Yeah,” Bruce says, smiling easily. Bucky thinks Clint looks relieved, like he actually thought Bruce might say no. “We can go to the library.”

“Alright, Bruce.” Bucky stands up, offering a hand and hauling Clint to his feet too. “Let’s smash. I call the pink controller.”

#my fics #winterhawk #rated: g #college au #wait have I been remembering to rate my fics lately #i didn't even realize i was making a hulk smash pun until the very end #i was just thinking about all the frat houses ive been to where they do nothing but play super smash bros #also clint is definitely the friend that switches off autocorrect despite needing it the most #im sorry if his shitty texting hurts anyone's brain

[thegalanerd]

6, 13, 20 :)

 6 “I need a place to stay.”13 “I lost our baby.”20 “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

Ayy! So this one was v fun, and my awesome wonderful girl @musiciatee let me borrow Annie for it, so I did her some semblance of justice! (also im a cheater who cheats and only used half of #20 pls don’t hate me) Timeline wise, I’d say this is in season three, during the kids fall sem of junior year and Ares first semester back in the actual college classroom, before everything goes to shit Hope you like it!

“Why are you here?” I ask, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to find one Stiles Stilinski emptying what looks to be Hobby Lobby bags out onto Melissa’s coffee table. Yarn, markers, scrapping and construction paper - the kid looks like he’s preparing for a kindergarten class.

“I need a place to stay,” he says, sparing me a glance before reaching down and pulling something out of another bag. A small bag of flour? “Just for a couple hours. Also I need your protection in those hours.”

I blink down at him, and then cross my arms and roll my head back. “What did you do?”

He looks up in offense. “Why do you always assume-” I channel my inner Derek and arch a brow at him. “Okay so you know how I’m in that FACS class?” He barrels on before I can even say I had no idea he was in such a class. “Well, we had to make a flour baby with a partner and take care of it for a week and I had it for yesterday and today and I kinda lost it.”

I stare at him. “You… you lost it?” I throw out an arm. “How do you lose a bag of flour?!”

“I don’t know! I think Jackson took it,” he mutters. “So now I have to remake the damn thing because I don’t want to have to tell Annie, oh hey, by the way, I lost our baby, so we’re gonna fail this project.”

“Annie… Jesus dude, Annie Emery?” I can’t help it, I throw my head back and let out a harsh laugh. “Holy shit, you’re fucked.”

“Ares, please! She’ll kill me for messing this up!”

“I’ve half a mind to let her.”

“I’ll buy your gas the next two times you need it,” he bargains desperately. “Just let me work here, and if she shows up, protect me!”

Well. Shit. I’ve never been one to pass up free gas.

“You have exactly two hours and I’m kicking you out.”

“You truly are the better alpha, Ares Delgado.”

I make a face at the proclamation. After almost getting killed several times for “being the alpha,”  it isn’t a job I particularly want. “Yeah whatever. I’m gonna be in the kitchen working on homework.”

*

Is Stiles at Scott’s(Magical Girl Annie Emery)I’m not gonna lie to you, so I’m not gonna answer that question.(A)I’m coming over(MGAE)Front door is open(A)

*

“What the fuck have you done, Stilinski!”

“Annie, hey! What are you doing here- Ares, help!”

I walk into the living room to see one baby druid Annie Emery standing over Stiles, who’s half hidden under the coffee table. It doesn’t look like she’s actually gonna murder him - kick him a few times, sure - so I cross my arms and lean against the doorway to watch.

“Hey, Annie.”

“Ares,” she greets, looking up from a cowering Stiles just long enough to give me a smile and wave of her hand. She turns back to Stiles. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t do anything!” he exclaims, and before Annie could do him harm, he disappeared completely beneath the coffee table, only to reappear on the other side, away from Annie. He shoots up, and before I can react, I find myself being used as a human shield, Stiles hiding behind me.

“Are you kidding me?” I demand, looking back at him.

“She’s got murder in her eyes!” he says, pointing over my shoulder at Annie, who’s examining the craft corner Stiles has set up.

“You’re not even using the right color yarn, you idiot!” Annie says in exasperation. “And that’s the wrong brand of flour!”

“It was the only brand they had!” Stiles wails, and I choke on my laughter.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Stilinski,” Annie snaps, walking up as she pulls her bag off her back.

“Oh, god, she brought a weapon,” Stiles says in panic.

“Annie, did you bring a weapon?” I ask, because as much as I want to give her the benefit of the doubt, I’ve seen her pissed and ready to throw down with an alpha werewolf, and therefore figure it’s best to play it safe.

She looks up, pushing her curls out of her face, which has an incredulous expression. “What? No, Stiles, you dumbass.” She reaches out and pulls out a decorated bag of flour.

“Penelope!” Stiles exclaims happily, ducking out form behind me and rushing up. Annie pulls it away before he could grab it from her hands.

“Lydia brought it over. She found it with Jackson.”

“I knew it.” Stiles snaps his fingers. “Welp, looks like everything worked out for the best, huh?”

Annie levels Stiles with a glare, and she points a finger at his nose. “Don’t think this gets you out of trouble. You’re writing the report. Alone. And If I get less than an 95 on this project, you’re dead.”

I can hear Stiles gulp from where I stand. Annie huffs, stuffing the flour baby back into her bag before looking up at me. “Want to go bug Angie at the diner?”

I grin. “I always want to bug Angie. Let me save my work,” I say, jerking my thumb back at the kitchen.

She nods. “I’ll wait for you in the car.” She gives one more glare at Stiles before turning on her heels and walking out. Stiles visibly deflates.

“That. That wasn’t so bad.” He looks at his mess. “What a waste.”

“Maybe next time talk about what went wrong,” I offer over my shoulder as I go back to save my reading response.

“Oh, you’re one to talk!”

And I hate that he has a point.

#Kerosene Hearts and Oneshots #Annie! #thank you so much for letting me steal her i hope she's okay #flour babies #oc: ares delgado #oc: annie emery #stiles stilinski #oc: angie the waitress #i tried and therefore noone should judge me

[watersuncharted]

so i guess as a review of this semester...

what the hell happened? im so confused. 

lets talk about the fact that we came in and decided that this would be lax semester. we came in thinking that rush would be the most stressful part of the semester, lol 

little did we know that the same time would bring an a cappella audition, a cabin trip, and all hell breaking loose. 

then, we come into the year and we are doing the most. it was so good. you did so much blessy. you met so many people you would not have normally. you got close to people you never would have thought you would have. you experienced so much shit that you never would have if this semester wasnt THIS SEMESTER. 

im proud of you. 

but youre also a fucking idiot lol

i think its time to think about him. its time to actually talk it out within yourself. just you, it's fine to say everything that you were scared to say, things you were terrified of doing, stuff that you weren't ready to admit to yourself. its time. 

so you met eric, november. cute, charming, christian engineer. and you somehow got on that boat. really fast. 

“i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it” 

that kind of sums it up. fast forward to january. you drink! you're ballsy! hes in love with the ex. he couldn't give you what you wanted. you talked about it, and honestly, you weren't mad. you talked for a little... but you knew for a fact that was over and that you weren't meant to be. you ghosted him. 

at the same time, you meet neb. “what a classic indian douche”. boy, were you wrong. 

you didnt want to like him. you didnt like him, actually. you flirted--thats for certain. not really sure why. you did it in involuntarily at first. no red flags really. you talked, you texted. you opened up. it was a classic José situation. you felt close to him. he wanted to get to know you. he didnt make moves. 

then he did, he put pressure on the relationship from the day he texted you that. you told him off. you said you just wanted to be friends. and honestly, im proud of you for that. but, you kept talking  like it was nothing. because it was supposed to be nothing. you went to coffee, you knew you didnt like him. you knew that he wasnt for you.

 fast forward a month. 

unofficial. i dont know why you thought it was okay to say you wanted to see him and hangout with him and i dont know why you did this, or why you didnt think that he was thinking that it was anything different between you and him. at this point you are a classic fuckboy leading him on. and you wanted to see him. you did! you left your friends, made up an excuse in your head, and you wanted to see him. the pics legitimately said it all. but, you played it off otherwise. he came and sat by you, super close. you were stressed about it. he tried to show off for you so many times. you pretended you didn't see the signs. you told him more than once, that you didnt want to be more. 

then you went and had to go off at canopy. that week. was hell. but it was the start of the whole thing. hangin gout every night. making time for you. you made time for him. you wanted him to come. you wanted to feel wanted. he said that everything we do wasnt intentional for anymore. then the show. the afterparty. the words he said. the next day. the go show. the stuff that went down. holy fuck. 

and then the hell week to come after, the paragraphs and paragraphs. 

that night. that NIGHT. he came over, it happened. 

will anyone ever be so into you ever again? will anyone ever treat you like a queen like he did? did you just give up on something that was supposed to be so great and had so much potential just for some things that you believe to be super important to you? how do you even know that he wasnt the one? because of the feeling you have? because of the circumstances? he was perfect. he was kind. he really really really cared about you. he was falling for you. he was cute, intelligent, loyal. LOYAL. he was INTO YOU. so fucking into you. you had so much in common, he built you up. he was so kind. so so so kind. he listened. he adored. he cared.

how do you know that this wont happen again to someone who could be the one? how do you know youre not self sabotaging?

he also was moody. he was needy. he didnt put in what he said. he was stressed. did i give up too fast?

fuck, that night was perfect. it was perfect.

i missed him so much, thursday, i missed him so much. after that hell week of all the things happening at once. he was what i wanted he was what i needed. and i saw him, i did. we had a great time. dinner and a movie, that was the most fun and the most romantic thing we've done. he talked for hours and i listened and it happened and it was so fun. it was so good. it was sooo good.

and then i had to go in and share my goddamn valid feelings. and then it all went to shit.

and now i dont know what to do or where to go or how to react. i want him to know that i have so much love for him. i do. and i want him in my life. i need him in my life, god i need him in my life. i need it to go back. i want it to go back 

fuckkkk 

its not going to be, but i have to believe this is the plan you have for me i need to come back and get my shit together. 

i dont know what to do with myself, i dont know how i feel. i dont know anything really. i just know i miss him i want to talk to him and i need to be with him right now but i cant have any of those things. its just so stupid because official for what, 2 weeks? unofficial for 4 and talking for so damn long. 

it sucks because you knew this was the case, like you knew it was going to end. but you still let yourself fall into it. you lead yourself into it. you knew it was wrong and you did it anyways, so that fucking sucks. and makes it worse. 

i feel like a stale sad...

like, i want to cry, but i cant. im just kind of on empty. i hate that i see him climbing trees and laughing and seeing movies and hanging out. i hate that hes snapping and not snapping me and i hate that i liked someone who was so not for me

even though i knew he wasnt for me

i let it happen i let myself feel it i did this i broke us up its on me its my fault i broke his face i ruined his plans his summer his daydreams i broke him i broke him i broke him and i feel horrible and i feel horrible because i like him and im going to see him and want to be held by him and hold him and i want to be with im and i care about him and i want to see his play and the way he acts and find out if hes going to be in michigan or not and i want to see his life through i want to be able to follow the finsta and see his life and see him fall in love and i want him to be so fukcing hppy im so sad because he deserves the world the whole wide wide world.

i just am sad. i lost myself. i lost a friend. i lost him. im alone. 

good work today keeping busy, your friends are gems. bless them hundreds and hundreds fold. michael especially 

you should sleep now. talk soon

xxx