Summary: A non athletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery. Picks up right after On History and Pie. Jack takes a chance and meets Bitty for dinner. It’s their first date. A collaboration with the wonderful @zim-tits featuring her lovely artwork. Also on AO3…
Bitty was closing up shop for the evening at Bread and Buttery Bakery when he heard a small tap. Lardo smiled as she looked through the large picture window and saw who was standing on the other side.
“It’s your boy, Bitty,” she said.
He glanced and saw Jack standing outside as he waved shyly.
Chowder unlocked and opened the door. “Welcome! Come on in.”
“Thanks,” Jack said as he came in slowly, looking at Bitty with a soft smile.
Bitty closed the register and smiled in return as he walked from behind the counter toward Jack.
“Hi, Eric. Bitty.”
The two wordlessly stared at one another, smiling. Lardo, taking pity on them, cleared her throat, “Uh, Chowder, can you help me with something in back?”
Chowder frowned disappointed he wasn’t going to be able to watch.
“You came,” Bitty said. “Thanks for that. Thanks for trusting me.”
“My uncle says… well, never mind, but I’m the one that should be saying thanks – for the shortbread. It was really good.”
“Really good? I was aiming for so amazing it would make you wanna slap your mama but then again, I’m sure you love your mama, so really good will do.”
Jack laughed softly, “I do. So, are you… that is… if you’re still interested…”
“Jack, would you like to go grab something to eat?”
Jack smiled, relieved that Bitty had taken the lead.
A/N: what’s that? Some sexy Reid x reader smutty smut smut?
Yes this is a repost of an old story of mine (one that was actually plagiarised on ao3…lol. And by plagiarised I mean actual chunks of text copy and pasted, not just the basic scenario… Anyway…)
Enjoy! Oh and like and leave replies and shit. Likes, replies and asks are encouragement for me… And may help my new story come along!
“So we’ll see you guys in three days then, yeah?” Morgan had finished loading up the SUV with the rest of the teams bags and addressed you and Spencer as you stood by the door.
“Yep, some time away from you guys is just what I need! Maybe I’ll actually get in a few runs on the slopes without Penny dragging my ass down onto the snow.” You responded lightly, rubbing your still bruised butt.
“Hahaha. Well see if you can get Spencer to join you then. He’s not set foot on the ski’s this whole time we’ve been here.”
“Nope, nope, not gonna happen.” Spencer told his friend.
“Not even the ice rink?”
“Maybe…. MAYBE the ice rink.”
“I’ll see you two crazy kids later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Bye!” You and Spencer waved the rest of the team off, before retreating back into the warmth of the cabin.
The whole team had rented a cabin for some weekend skiing and much needed fun before Christmas. The last couple of cases had hit everyone hard and Rossi had suggested that some team bonding and light relief was in order.
Neither you or Spencer had any family that you were spending Christmas with, his mom was going on a cruise with the other residents in her hospital and your family lived in England. So you’d decided to extend the booking on the cabin, making sure to go on a grocery run yesterday before the team left, making sure you had enough food in to be able to cook a mammoth Christmas feast for the two of you. You were looking forward to it just being the two of you, you got on well with Spencer. You were the closest in age and shared a similar taste in TV shows and movies. Since joining the BAU you’d become fast friends and it would be nice to spend some time away from Dereks teasing.
No matter how many times you told him that there was nothing going on between you and Reid, he wouldn’t let up. You knew it was harmless, but sometimes it did get to you. If you dug deeper, you knew it was because you did kinda have the teeny tiniest crush on Reid which you knew would be in no way reciprocated. How could it be, Spencer was gorgeous, kind, intelligent. He was pretty much perfect in every way, except for the fact that his social graces were sometimes a little off. But anyway, it was just a small crush. Nothing you couldn’t handle.
“I’m heading to the slopes for a bit. You sure I can’t tempt you?” You started to tug on your skiing gear which was still by the door.
“Not a chance… I’m gonna catch up on some more reading, maybe watch some Dr Who. Have fun.”
When you returned two hours later, snow was starting to fall again outside. You were exhausted and cold but you were happy. You stood on the front porch of the little cabin, stamping the snow off your boots, before entering, the heat from the roaring fire that Spencer had lit, hitting you immediately.
“Hey! Did you you have fun?” He look up from his spot on the couch. He was wearing a ridiculous Christmas jumper which Penelope had bought him and his glasses. He looked adorable.
“I did. I’m just gonna hop in the shower, and then maybe we can have some hot chocolate?”
“Sounds good to me.”
You ran upstairs and jumped in the shower, the hot water soothing against you cold, achey muscles. You dressed quickly afterward, pulling on your own tacky sweater which was covered in reindeers before heading down to the small kitchen and making two huge mugs of hot chocolate, pouring a dash of whiskey into each mug.
Walking back into the living area, you set one cup down and then bent to hand Spencer his.
His hand reached out and somehow knocked against yours awkwardly, making you lose your grip on the mug and sending hot chocolate splashing everywhere as the mug clattered to the floor.
“Oh shit shit shit.” Both of your sweaters were covered in the hot sticky liquid and you quickly ripped yours off, seeing Reid do the same.
You ran into the kitchen and dumped some cold water into a bowl, grabbing some kitchen towel. Spencer had taken the worst of the spill and was sitting up on the couch holding his t-shirt away from his skin when you returned. He’d picked up the mug and had used your sweaters to mop up the liquid that had made it on to the floor.
“I’m sooo sorry, Y/N.” He said, looking at you apologetically.
“It’s fine. It’s fine. But…erm… You might wanna take off your t-shirt too. I bought in some cold water in case you were burnt.”
He looked down at his soaked t-shirt and then back up at you where you were standing in your tank top. Hesitating slightly, he tugged his shirt off over his head, removing his glasses too. You crouched down on the floor in front of him, dipping a few sheets of kitchen towel into the cold water and then dabbing them lightly to his chest, where his skin was slightly pinker than normal.
“Does it hurt?” You knew what a bitch burns could be.
“Only a bit. But that’s helping. What about you?”
“My jumper took the worst of it.” You dipped a fresh sheet in, discarding the sodden ones into the pile with the mug and your jumpers. You’d clean them up later.
Pressing the new towel to his tummy, you allowed yourself to look at him. For someone so tall and skinny looking, Spencer was actually quite toned. Not overly muscley like Morgan was, but his body had definition. Not thinking, you ran your hand over his chest, hearing a sharp intake on breath from him. You quickly pulled away.
“Sorry.” You muttered, looking away from his gaze.
“Don’t be. It erm… it felt nice having your hands on me.”
You looked back to his face, meeting his eyes.
Reaching out with your hand, you tentatively touched his chest again, letting your hand trail over his smooth skin. You shuffled closer on the floor so you were kneeling between his legs, hearing his breathing quicken.
He leant forward, placing his own hand on your arm and stroking the skin softly with his long fingers. The tension in the room as so heavy you would have literally been able to slice through it. You both knew where this was going but you were both waiting for the other person to make the next move.
“Spence….. ” You whispered, wondering if you should state the obvious and just ask him if you could kiss him. You didn’t get chance to. He moved forward, pressing his mouth to yours.
He slipped off the couch so that he was kneeling on the floor next to you, never once breaking his kiss.
Ugh. God, his kiss. One the few times you’d allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to kiss him, it had never even come close to this. His lips were warm and soft, moving sweetly against yours before he was certain that you weren’t going to pull away, and then becoming more urgent, more passionate. Your hands were still trailing over each other, yours on his chest, his on your arms before slowly moving to your neck and caressing the dip just below your hairline. You moaned softly, that area being particularly sensitive for you.
Your lips parted and you swiped your tongue against his lower lip feeling his mouth open to you, his tongue meeting yours as you deepened the kiss. He tasted of coffee, probably the last drink he’d had. Slipping your hands to his back, you pushed your body against his, the heat of his chest warm through the thin material of your top.
You pulled away to suck in a breath, hearing him whine at the loss of contact. His hands ran down your body to the hem of your top and he looked at you, asking silently for permission to remove it. You nodded, raising your arms for him, and pulling your hair through the neck of your top.
Spencers eyes raked over your torso and you suddenly felt nervous and shy. You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide yourself.
“Don’t do that….You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He reached for your arms and tugged them down.
“I’m really not Spence.” You whispered.
“You are to me. From the moment I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever met, inside and out.” He raised his hands to your face, gently cupping your chin and tilting it back up to him.
“Really. I just never once in a million years imagined that we’d ever be in this position. This feels like a dream.”
You couldn’t help but giggle and he raised his eyebrows in question.
“I’m sorry Spencer. I’m not laughing at you. Just….. I’ve had a crush on you since we started working together as well. I just never thought you’d like me.”
He chuckled too before commenting “Think about how much time we’ve wasted then.”
“I know right. So let’s not waste anymore.”
Not waiting for a response you pressed your lips back to his and reached around your back to unhook your bra. Sliding it off your arms and onto the floor, you pulled on Spencer, indicating you wanted to lie down. You lay back on the rug in front of the fire, Spencer laying over you and propping himself on his arms, placing them either side of you.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I know we’ve just admitted we like each other but… erm… well we don’t have to do do this today if you don’t want to.”
Ghosting your hand over his chest you told him “I want to. But if you don’t, then we can stop.”
“I want to as well. I’m just trying to be a gentleman here.”
You laughed at him again, pulling him down on top of you, crashing his lips against yours. As you were kissing, he shifted his position, placing his knee directly between your thighs and moving it slightly, rubbing it against you. The friction of his corduroy clad leg against your jean covered centre was delicious and you let out a soft moan.
Releasing your lips he began a slow journey down your neck, kissing along your throat, your shoulder blade, lightly ghosting over the swell of your breasts. Every so often he’d glance up, looking at you from beneath his eyelashes, his hair falling forward over his face. You watched with half closed eyes as he circled your areola with his tongue, the pink flesh pebbled and hard at his touch. He kept his knee between your thighs, slowly rocking it against you, your heavy breathing turning into gasps.
He nipped at your hard nub, flicking it with his tongue before kissing his way down your tummy.
“I can taste where the hot chocolate managed to seep through your top.” He told you, licking across you abdomen, poking his tongue into your belly button and making you squirm.
Moving lower he slid down your body, his knee retracting from your thighs and his hands moving to the buttons of your skinny jeans.
“Is this okay?” He asked cautiously, wanting to give you chance to change your mind.
He undid the buttons and zip and slid his fingers into the waistband, slipping them under the elastic of your panties too. You raised your hips and allowed him to pull them off you, chuckling as he removed your socks afterwards, kissing your ankle bones one by one.
He rested back on his knees appraising you, his hazel eyes even darker that normal and a thick bulge pressing against the front of his trousers.
“Not fair that I’m naked and you’re not, Spencer.” You pouted your bottom lip out.
“I’m not nearly as beautiful naked as you are. Guys look funny, all dangly bits and stuff.”
You grinned at him, knowing exactly what he meant. Pushing yourself upright, you reached for the buttons on his pants, unfastening them and tugging the zip down, seeing a flash of navy blue briefs underneath. Pulling both of the pants and briefs down his hips, you smirked as his erection was released from the confines of his underwear. Glancing upwards, you saw that his face had coloured red.
“Why are you blushing, Reid?” You asked him, pushing your hair back behind your ears.
“Erm… I just… Er…”
You were at eye level with his navel, so you shuffled on the floor so that you could lean forward and kiss his flat stomach. He had a thin snail trail of hair leading down into his pubic region so you followed it down with your lips, stopping when you reach his neatly trimmed groin.
Reaching out with your hand, you gently grasped his length and then lowered your head allowing your lips to slip over his tip.
“Oh god… ”
Swiping your tongue over his head you formed a tight ‘o’ with your mouth, sliding it up and down his shaft taking him as far into your mouth as was comfortable, the slightly salty taste of precum against your tongue.
“Oh fuck…. Oh…” He rasped out, his hands moving to the back of your head and tangling in your hair. You let your hand trail up his thighs and move between his legs, cupping him lightly and stroking the sensitive skin there, feeling a small shudder.
You work on him for a few minutes, his moans so sweet to your ears, his curses which you so rarely heard, doing things to your body.
“Oh fucking hell…. Y/N you need to stop… It’s too good… I’ll…. ”
You dragged your lips up and down him one more time before releasing him from your mouth and leaning back on your hands.
“You’ll what, Spencer?”
“You know what…. ”
“Do I?” You lay back on the rug, lazily trailing a hand down your body and seeing his mouth part as he followed it with his eyes.
“Yes…. You do…..”
“Hmmm.. Maybe.” You let me your hand slip between your legs, Spencers eyes now wide and you ran a finger down your slit, feeling how wet you were.
“Spencer…. Don’t make me do this to myself. ”
He let out a deep groan and quickly shed the rest of his clothing, positioning himself back between your legs and leaning forward two kiss your lips.
“Do I need anything?” He asked.
“I’m on the injection. And I’m clean. But there’s a condom in my purse somewhere if you’re bothered.”
“I’m clean too. So….?”
“Then we’re good to go.”
Raising your legs you hooked them around his waist, his hand disappearing between you as he placed himself at your entrance and then slowly pushed inside.
The same expletive left both of your mouths exactly the same time causing you both to grin at each other.
“Okay?” Spencer eyes searched your face, looking for sign that you weren’t comfortable.
Capturing your lips in another kiss, he began to move against you slowly at first and then quickening his pace as you became accustomed to the shape of each other. You moaned against his mouth, your nails raking up and down his back as he filled you, rocking against your sweet spot as he thrust.
He pulled away and straightened up slightly. “Can you put your legs over my shoulders?”
You could and you did, and when he leant back over, bending you body, the new position sent ripples of pleasure through you.
You slipped your hand between your bodies, needing something extra which he wouldn’t be able to give you as he needed both arms to hold himself up.
“Might if I….?” You asked, knowing that some guys would find it an insult.
“Oh fuck… Not at all… ” His eyes looked down between you and you saw him bite his lip and a low groan escape his throat as you started to rub your throbbing clit. The extra friction was just what you needed and a few minutes later the combination of your fingers and Spencer thrusting inside you, had you gasping in pleasure.
“Oh god… Fucking christ… Spence…. Oh shit…. ” Your eyes closed as you started to tremble, your orgasm surging through you.
You opened your eyes and removed your hand, giving Spencer a shy smile as you realised he’d stilled his movements as he watched you come.
“Carry on…” You urged him.
“Sorry… ” He began his thrusting again, moving faster now he knew you’d finished. Less that two minutes later he had his own eyes scrunched shut and his lips parted as he came inside of you, warm liquid filling you. He collapsed on top of you and buried his face into the crook of your neck, just panting for a few moments as your stroked his hair with your hands.
“Well… I can honestly say I never expected that to happen here. I mean I kinda hoped it would but….. ” Were his first words when he could finally speak.
“Yep… I’m with you there. And erm.. We’ve get two more days here Spencer.” You remained him, feeling him smiling against your neck.
“So we do…. Y/N. I think you might be my favourite Christmas present ever.”
Requested by anonymous: imagine where shawn gets a hockey injury?
Note: Shawn and hockey….two of my fave things that happen to go together quite nicely
It happened quickly.
Too quickly, actually. You barely had any time to register what even happened when the referee and coach yell timeout.
Shawn’s laying on the ice, body scrunched up against the side as his face shows complete and utter pain. Your heart pounds against your chest as your nerves feel like they’ve been set on fire. You knew there wasn’t much you could do for him while he was out on the ice and you weren’t allowed on; the only thing you can actually do, is pray that it’s nothing serious and he will be relieved of his pain.
You hear him yell for a second and see him pound at the ice with his gloved hand, as the medic team touches around under the mass padding.
Here is Chapter two of The List! Sorry it took a day more than I expected but I hope it was well worth the wait! Even though this is chapter two you don’t have to necessarily read the first one for it to make sense. Of course I encourage you to read in any way! I can’t wait for chapter three! What do you think these two crazy kids should do next? And what do you think Killian has on his list? *Disclaimer* This is a little more scandalous than what I usually write. It definitely isn’t strictly vanilla but it really isn’t that risque, but I just thought I should warn you! If smut isn’t your thing than don’t read! I hope you enjoy!
“So let me get this straight. It’s your birthday but you’re giving me a present?” Emma grinned lifting an eyebrow gazing upon the gift currently sitting on her dining room table. The bag was surprisingly aesthetically appealing, jazzed with red ribbons and white tissue paper that was lightly flecked with sparkles. When did her pirate learn gift edicate?
Today was her boyfriend’s birthday and they had plans to go on a romantic dinner date with good food and the soft glow of candlelight. Emma was already dressed in a sleek sexy black dress that hugged each curve perfectly accentuating her breasts and waist. The sight alone was enough of a gift for Hook.
“Oh trust me, love. This is my present,” Killian flirted, lifting the bag up by his hook handing it to her.
“Okay weirdo,” Emma remarked taking it from her boyfriend. She began to slowly pull the paper from the bag setting the wrapping on the table behind her. Once she removed the packaging Emma pulled out a pair of red lace underwear. A thong to be exact. It definitely wasn’t what she was expecting that’s for sure but Hook had good taste at least when it came to things like this.
“You got me panties?” Emma laughed looking puzzlingly into his gorgeous blue eyes searching for an explanation. Killian flashed one of his famous cheeky grins before stepping in closer.
“Oh, love, these arent just your everyday old panties. What you hold in your hand is man’s greatest invention,” Hook told seeming almost borderline insulted at Emma’s tone.
“I thought you told me nutella was man’s greatest invention,” She teased giving him a playful chuckle.
“See this even beats nutella,” He grinned darting out his tongue to wet his lips. Damn the man was sexy. He had awoken something powerful deep inside her. He was like a drug that she couldn’t get enough of.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s so special about these?” Emma implored while inspecting the fabric.
“It’s easier if I show you. Will you try them on for me?” His chin pointed down and his eyes gazing up, flashing her the puppy dog look. She simply smiled with the panties in hand, quickly turning around with a little extra pep in her step and more swing in her hips. He watched her disappear up the stairs to change. It only took her mere moments to put them on.
“Okay, now what? Are you gonna rip them off me like you do to every other pair that I own?” Emma snarked skipping down to the base of the stairs. That’s when all of a sudden she felt an incredibly unexpected jolt of pleasure vibrating throughout her body. The sensation started between her legs but grew, making her legs go weak. And then as quickly as it came, it stopped. Emma was a little taken aback. The pleasure had fogged all objective thinking and she had no idea where it came from until she saw Killian pull a small shiny black remote from his leather jacket pocket wearing a devious grin.
“Was that what I think it is?” Emma asked still trying to catch her breath from the rush of desire coursing through her veins.
“I recently payed a visit to a shop for adults and it caught my eye,” Killian growled wiggling his brows like the sex god she knew he was.
“Vibrating panties…I don’t remember these being on my list, pirate,” Emma grinned giving him her famous side eye while making her way off the rest of the stairs walking towards her newly modern dressed boyfriend.
“That’s because they aren’t on your list. They’re on mine,” Hook winked, moving in closer wrapping his hand and hook around her curves. “
“You’re trying telI me my two hundred year old boyfriend put vibrating panties on his list? Besides I thought you said you didn’t have one,” She quipped flashing him a questioning glare.
AN: I hope you all enjoy lovelies (ps: here you go sis– a sam version of the other coffeeshop au to appease your samgirl heart ;) )
Even though he was supposed to be
focusing on making a hotchocolate for the lady in the red coat Sam couldn’t
help himself. Almost on their own his
eyes lifted to land on the girl curled up in the corner booth, her face hidden
by the book she was reading.
10) Your bias loses their memory and can’t remember you. You have to find a way to help them get their memory back.
Member: Seventeen’s Wonwoo x Y/N x (all other Svt members)
“I honestly think it’s because he sneezed too hard,” Seungkwan continued in a hushed whisper. “Jarred his brain.”
“You know they say a sneeze is one tenth of an orgasm,” Jun cackled.
“Can you two even pretend to be considerate right now?” Mingyu huffed, shaking his head.
“What? It’s not like he had a stroke, or he has dementia or something,” Jun grumbled, crossing his arms.
I let my face fall into my hands and sighed. I knew the boys were only trying to lighten up the situation, but the fact of the matter was Wonwoo didn’t remember us, any of us.
Seungcheol stumbled out of the doctor’s office shaking his head. He rubbed his long fingers over his eyes and stood before us all. He took a deep breath and let it hiss between his teeth before he began to speak.
“They don’t know,” he whispered.
“What do you mean they don’t…know?” Hoshi asked, lifting his brows. “They’ve ran at least ten tests on his noggin’ and they can’t figure it out?”
Seungcheol shook his head again as he sat beside me and rested a careful hand on my shoulder. He looked at me as if I had suddenly become a widower in the course of six hours.
“What exactly happened Mingyu?” I whined, avoiding Seungcheol’s doting gaze.
“He got up this morning complaining that his sinuses were bothering him,” MIngyu sighed as he began to pace. “Then he sneezed and when he did, his head jerked forward and he slammed into the top bunk…he knocked himself out cold.”
“I still think you’re lying and finally clocked him for stealing your sweaters,” DK mumbled under his breath.
“The disrespect never ends,” Jihoon groaned, rolling his eyes. “Get your shit together people.”
“It’s not serious though…is it hyung?” Vernon asked with a wince. Leave it to one of the youngest to ask what none of us would.
Seungcheol took another deep breath as he looked at each of his members in turn, then eventually to me. “I think it is.”
Wonwoo stared back at the thirteen of us in silence as we each nibbled on our food. It had been about two weeks since what we had labeled as “the incident” occurred. Wonwoo hadn’t necessarily changed much to the public eye. He remained quiet, stoic, thoughtful, but to the ones who knew him best, we could see the differences. Beside the visually unappealing bandage he was sporting on his forehead, there was more of a metaphorical bandage holding together his personality. He wasn’t the same man we had all grown to love. He didn’t remember some of us, and by some I meant nearly all. He only seemed to be comfortable around Mingyu and Coups which rendered my girlfriend status nearly useless.
Of course I knew the most important thing was making Wonwoo feel better, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt incredibly that he could barely remember my name and would probably fail to pick my face out of a crowd. Granted, he was surrounded by twelve faces at most times, but I had hoped maybe…mine would spark something.
“Hyung, do you want to go to the convenience store after dinner?” Dino smiled, giving Wonwoo a hopeful grin. “We can get some sweets.”
“No thank you,” Wonwoo said quietly, pushing his food around on the plate. We all watched his motions carefully. I felt sick to my stomach. Wonwoo never denied his body of food. Even when he was so full he thought he was going to vomit, he always made a little extra room if necessary.
I recalled what the doctor had instructed for us. Don’t put too much pressure on Wonwoo, go at his pace, and try to treat everything like business as usual.
I took a deep breath before letting the normal meal time words fall from my mouth. “Can I have a bite?”
Wonwoo gave me a side eye and slowly turned his head, trying to affirm that I was talking to him. “M-m-me?”
“Who else would I be talking to?” I chuckled, encouraging the situation.
“Uh…yeah…sure,” he nodded, stabbing at a bit of meat with his fork and passing it to me. I took the fork in my hands and couldn’t help the pout that appeared on my face. Normally when I asked Wonwoo that question, I would get casually ignored and he’d proceed to eat what I had my eye on. If I was lucky, he’d carve off a small piece and feed it to me.
“Well, uh, I’m going to the studio,” Jihoon nodded, standing. “See you guys later.”
“Yah! Jihoon! Wait up!” Seungcheol called after him as he sprinted behind the small boy. Joshua and Jeonghan stood as well.
“We have a song to work on,” Joshua said, near a whisper. He gave me a sad smile. Jeonghan nodded and both boys left the dining room.
“Hoshi and I promised the maknaes that we’d kick their asses in twister,” DK chuckled uneasily as he stood. Hoshi, Vernon, and Dino all followed suit as they gave nervous smiles and followed DK from the room. I looked to Seungkwan, Jun, MInghao, and Mingyu.
“Jun and Th8 promised to teach me Chinese tonight,” Seungkwan nodded quickly, standing.
“No we didn’t,” Minghao muttered, shoving another bite of food into his mouth. Jun flicked him on the ear and gave a death glare. “I mean, we sure as heck did.”
Jun nodded in approval as he tugged Minghao up by the shoulder and Seungkwan followed.
I rolled my eyes and angled a blank expression at MIngyu.
“Yeah, I um…” he trailed, looking around the room. “Gotta go. Catch up with you two crazy kids later.”
I groaned and let my forehead fall into my hands as the last member that wasn’t Wonwoo escaped from the table. Wonwoo remained motionless beside me.
“Why doesn’t anyone want to be around me?” he asked, his voice low.
“Honest answer?” I whispered, lifting my head to look at him.
He nodded slowly, still avoiding eye contact.
“They don’t know how to act…you’re Wonwoo, but you aren’t the same to them…and none of that is your fault, you’re struggling with this just as much as they are…I guess what I’m trying to say is they don’t want to upset you…they just want to help,” I said, my words coming out in a jumble. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel bad about a situation he couldn’t control.
“And you?” he asked, his voice still void of emotion.
“I miss my boyfriend,” I nodded. “But you’ll remember everything with time.”
We sat in silence for a few moments before Wonwoo’s voice was heard again, cracking as he spoke. “And what if I don’t?”
I stood from the table myself now, spinning away from Wonwoo to face the window. I blinked quickly, trying to keep the tears that were trying to escape my eyes where they needed to stay. “I guess…I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“We…” Wonwoo whispered.
I nodded, still staring at the blank wall in front of me and not daring to look back at my boyfriend. “Yep,” I said quietly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I flinched as the sudden appearance of thin arms wrapped around my waist. There was a familiar warmth in his body that I had missed being close to. The smell of his cologne almost made me dizzy from the contact I had missed for weeks. I spun in Wonwoo’s arms and rested my cheek against his chest as he hesitantly set his chin on the top of my head. He began to hum lowly.
“Even if my lips are dry…I need to say this…I adore you, I adore you, enough to get dizzy,” his deep voice sang. The familiar tones vibrated through my body and I shivered, a small smile coming to my lips.
“Wonwoo,” I hiccuped. “Are you remembering?”
“To be honest,” he mumbled. “I’m not sure…but this…this felt right.”
Day whatever of sickdays I think it’s day 5? But I honestly can’t remember lol
Prompt: Your character did something, but now it’s coming back and biting them in the butt.
This is so much longer than anything I’ve written lately lol enjoy my peeps.
Shiro and Allura had been flirting back and forth for months now. It was obvious to everyone that knew them and saw the two interact, that they liked each other very much.
Finally, after weeks of psyching himself up and convincing himself that she most likely wouldn’t say no, he asked her out. To his relief (and surprise, honestly), she said yes.
Since they were both college students, and their schedules were so different, it took them a while to nail down a day that worked for both of them.
Shiro had been looking forward to it the days leading up to their date.
School had been beyond stressful these past few weeks - between all of the projects, papers and tests that his professors had assigned, he had gotten very little sleep. His immune system had suffered - his apparent penance for all the sleepless nights - and he woke up the day of the date, head pounding and throat aching.
“No.” He groaned, hiding his head under the pillow. Not today. Not now. Not when he was finally, finally, going out with her.
He had been waiting so long for this.
Typically when he got sick, he could feel it coming on for days in advance, but this had come completely out of the blue.
He felt weak, and heavy and achey and cold. It was then that he noticed he was shivering, and no matter how deeply he burrowed into his blankets, he still couldn’t get warm.
He needed to kick this thing before he saw her, because there was no way in hell he was canceling.
Shiro forced himself out of bed for some medicine.
“Good morning…well, afternoon, sleeping beauty.” Hunk greeted him, looking up from his laptop when Shiro walked in the kitchen. “What time is it?” He rasped. “One…are you okay?” “I’m…uh…not feeling too great.” Hunk slammed his laptop shut. “Do you need a doctor?” Shiro rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.” “I just…you never admit when you don’t feel well. It’s gotta be pretty bad then.” Hunk frowned. “You’re shivering too. Fever?” Shiro rubbed his forehead. “I think. I was going to grab some medicine and go back to sleep.” “Hey, isn’t your date tonight? You gonna cancel?” Shiro scoffed. “No.” “You look like shit. Sound like it, too. She’s going to be so pissed if you show up sick when you should be in bed.” “I’ll be fine.” He said, waving Hunk off.
Luckily, he wasn’t coughing or sneezing, and he hoped it would stay that way.
Shiro took some DayQuil, and then walked back into his bedroom and collapsed into bed. He sent Allura a ‘Looking forward to tonight ;) I’ll see you at seven’ text, set his alarm, and then promptly fell asleep.
When he woke up, he didn’t feel any better. While that sucked, and he was hoping he would have felt a greater improvement, he didn’t feel any worse. So that was okay, he guessed.
He glanced at the clock, rubbed a hand over his face, and forced himself out of bed. He would have rather stayed in bed, and he knew that he should have postponed, but he had been waiting to take her out since the moment he met her. He wasn’t going to let his stupid immune system screw with his plans.
Shiro stepped into his bathroom, pressing a hand to his face to gauge how warm his skin was - he was no longer shivering, which was an improvement.
Thirty minutes later, he was standing on her stoop, waiting anxiously for her to open the door.
“You look beautiful.” Shiro breathed when she finally did. He handed her the bouquet of wildflowers, and she immediately blushed and shot him a shy smile. “Thank you. These are gorgeous. I’m going to go put them in a vase - would you like to come in?” He nodded, stepping inside as she walked back into the kitchen. He watched as she walked away, his eyes drifting down to her slim waist and then down to her ass. She looked over her shoulder at him, a smirk on her face and he flushed. His eyes immediately snapped to the ceiling, and she just laughed. “Shiro, you naughty, naughty man. Were you staring?” “Who? Me? No, never.” She chuckled, and disappeared into the kitchen. When she returned, she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his chest. “I’m really looking forward to tonight.” “Me too.” He rasped, wrapping his arms around her. She frowned and looked up at him. “Are you alright? You sound…off.” “I’m okay.” Her eyes searched his face, and her frown deepened. “You’re pale.” He sighed in defeat. “I’m a little..under the weather, but I’m fine.” Her face fell. “If you’re not feeling well, we can always reschedule.” Shiro shook his head frantically. “No. Really, Allura, I’m fine. I don’t feel that bad, promise.” Allura eyed him warily. “You’ll tell me if you start to feel too bad, right?” He nodded, but had no intention to do so. “Yeah, I promise.” She let out a sigh. “I don’t know…we can always stay in. I don’t want you to get worse.” “Allura, I’m fine.” “Okay, okay! I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.” She grinned. He grinned at her. “Are you ready to go?” She nodded, a smile crossing her face.
They had gone to dinner. Shiro didn’t eat much, and although Allura noticed with a pinched expression, she stayed silent. Then they went to see a movie - Shiro definitely kept nodding off, and again, Allura noticed but said nothing. Currently, they were currently grabbing a cup of coffee.
Shiro had steadily felt worse over the course of the night, and he was doing a terrible job of hiding it.
“Shiro.” Allura said softly, reaching forward across the table to put her hand over his. “You’re looking really miserable. I really think it’s time to get you home.” He wretched away from her, burying his nose and mouth in a napkin. “Hhh…hiiH’TSHH! Hih’tSHH! Hihh’ktSHH! *snff* I’mb finde.” She shot him a sympathetic look, and stood up from the table. “You’ve been sniffling and sneezing all night. Come on, you can’t be feeling well. You promised you’d tell me if you felt worse.” He sniffled, eyes filling with tears. “I’mb sorry.” “Why are you sorry?” She frowned, standing up. He blinked the tears away and then cleared his throat. “I ruined the date. I’mb sohhh…hih…hiiH’TSHH! *Snff* Sorry.” Her eyes softened. “You didn’t ruin the date. I had a great time, I’m just sorry you’re not feeling well.” He just sniffled. Allura put a hand between his shoulder blades, and he stood up.
She moved her hand so it was on his lower back, and they walked out of the coffee shop.
“Oh shit. It’s raining.” She hissed, crossing her arms. It wasn’t just raining, no, it was a torrential downpour. It was cold out, too, and Allura hadn’t brought a jacket, instead she was just in her jeans, boots, and short-sleeved, flowy blouse. “Here.” Shiro croaked, and draped his jacket over her shoulders. She looked up at him with wide eyes. She tried shrugging “Shiro, no.” “Dond’t fight mbe ond it, Allura.” He sniffled. “You’re sick. If you get caught in the rain, you’re going to get really bad. Let me go grab the car and bring it around.” He shook his head. “Ndo. I’ll be finde, if we have to end the date early, please let mbe have this. Besides, I dond’t wandt you to catch andythindg.” She sighed, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Despite how awful he looked, he was wearing such a hopeful expression, and looked so cute, that she couldn’t say no. “Okay…but I’m wrapping you up in a blanket and making you tea and soup when I get you home.” He nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose and stifling a flurry of sneezes. “*Snff* Deal.” “I don’t like this. I really don’t like this.” “It’ll be finde.” He promised.
He took a deep breath, and then stepped out into the pouring rain. Immediately, he was soaked, his black shirt clinging to his body. His hair was plastered to his forehead, droplets of water falling into his eyes.
He regretted his decision instantaneously, but made the two minute walk to his car as quickly as possible.
Allura’s place was closer, so they went there instead of going back to his place. She immediately sent him upstairs to take a hot shower, and then called Hunk.
“Hey, Allura!” He greeted her. “Would you be able to bring Shiro some clothes to my place?” “What have you two crazy kids been up to?” He asked suggestively. She rolled her eyes. “We got caught in the rain, and he’s really not feeling well.” “Shit, is he okay?” “Uh…not sure? He will be, though. He just needs some dry clothes.” “Yeah, I’ll be there soon.”
Shiro was too exhausted, and felt too weak to stand upright in the shower. He found himself sitting on the floor, his back against the tiled walls with his head back as the hot water hit his body. He was shivering hard, his teeth chattering as his body trembled. He wanted to get out, dry off, and bury himself underneath a mountain of blankets, but he was too achey and heavy to stand. He had been coughing almost incessantly, and it was making his chest burn.
Ten minutes later, the water had gone cold, but still, he couldn’t bring himself to stand up. The congestion had gotten worse - both in his head and his chest, and he felt miserable.
There was a knock on the bathroom door, and then Hunk poked his head in.
“Hey, man. How’re you doing?” Shiro frowned, confusion going through his fevered brain. “Hundk? I thought…amb I at Allura’s?” “Damn, you’re really out of it, huh?” Hunk asked, eyebrows furrowing together. “Yeah, you’re at Allura’s, she just asked if I could bring you over some clothes. Ready to get out? You sound like shit, I could hear you coughing from downstairs.” Shiro just groaned. Hunk shut off the water, and hissed when some of it hit his hand. “Why is the water so damn freezing? You’re just making yourself worse, what the fuck, man?” Shiro sniffled. “It was hot at first.” Hunk helped him out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around him. “Okay, are you able to dress yourself? I’m really not down for doing that.” Shiro nodded dazedly after a beat, and Hunk nudged him towards Allura’s bedroom.
A pair of sweats, long sleeved shirt, hoodie, underwear and fuzzy socks were folded up and sitting on her duvet.
Hunk left to give him some privacy, but told him to call for him if he needed help.
“How is he?” Allura asked anxiously. “Not…great.” Hunk sighed. “He was sitting on the floor of the shower with icy water beating down on him.” She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I knew that it was a bad idea for him to give me his jacket. Do you think he’s feverish?” “Oh, absolutely. I didn’t check, but I was helping him out of the shower and I could feel the heat radiating from him. He’s really out of it, too.” They heard a weak and raspy “help” coming from her room. When Hunk opened the door, he burst out laughing.
“What?” Allura asked. “I feel bad for laughing, but…hey, buddy. You good?” He asked, crouching in front of Shiro.
Shiro had managed to get his underwear on correctly, but that was it. He had pulled one of his sweat pant legs over both of his, trapping them. His shirt was around his neck like a scarf, and his head was trapped in the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
“Help.” Shiro croaked, swaying lightly in his spot. Hunk and Allura pulled Shiro to his feet, and then sat him on her bed. Hunk fixed Shiro’s sweats, and Allura fixed his shirt and sweatshirt. He immediately flopped to his side, coughing miserably.
“He sounds really bad.” Allura grimaced, putting a hand on his cheek. “Oh shit. Yeah, he’s burning up.” Hunk glanced at the time on his phone. “I would stay and help, but I need to get to work.” Allura put her hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine. Thank you, Hunk.”
When Shiro opened his eyes next, he glanced around the room blearily. He had no memory of anything after parking in Allura’s driveway at the end of their date. He was in her bed, he presumed, buried underneath a thick pink duvet. He pushed himself to a sitting position, and slumped back into the pillows.
He felt worse than he remembered, so much so that it nearly brought him to tears.
Everything felt wrong.
His entire body hurt, as if he’d been been ran over by a semi truck, and then dragged through hell and back. His head was aching, in fact, he was pretty sure he was getting a migraine. He was stuffed up, too; it felt like his head had been filled with sludge, and he had a constant, deep-seated itchy tickle in his sinuses. He could feel the congestion in his chest crackling with each inhale, and he felt an incessant urge to cough. He shouldn’t have gone out in the rain yesterday, he should have just let her bring the car around.
“Shiro?” Allura asked softly. “How are you feeling?’ He whimpered pitifully, lying back down, closing his eyes. “I have sombe regrets.” She got onto the bed next to him, and he immediately cuddled up to her and put his head in her lap. She began carding her fingers through his hair. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do.” She sighed. “I’m going to go get you some medicine, okay?” He shook his head, grabbing onto the bottom of her shirt. “Ndo…dond’t leave.”
“Okay. I’m not going anywhere.” She said softly. They lapsed into silence, the only sound being his congested and ragged breathing.
Summary: Buckycomes to reader for dating tips and doesn’t know that reader has feelings for him, reader starts a fake relationship with Sam in order to show Bucky what he’s missing out on
Chp. Summary: Reader is having second thoughts and Bucky tries to explain why he acted the way he acted.
Warnings: Tony in da building baby! Kind of some angst too
Author’s Note: Sorry it’s such a slow burn, but I feel like they need to take it slow to reveal their true feelings. It’s not as easy as it sounds (to expose your feelings for someone) P.S. Tag list is open, also feel free to send in requests! :-)
Agh! Maybe Nat was right. None of my ideas were ever good.
This thought kept replaying in my mind over and over as I practiced my sparring techniques with a tech dummy. I should’ve just told Bucky how I felt, because if my fake relationship with Sam was going to ruin mine and Bucky’s friendship then we should put an end to it.
My friendship with Bucky was way more important than some stupid idea to get Bucky to “notice” me.
As I tried to make up my mind on what to do, Bucky entered the gym. He looked pissed. Great, what does he have to say now?
My commentary whilst watching Buzzfeedblue’s “The Strange Drowning of Natalie Wood”
I was gonna sleep
(ha… me, sleeping.) and then I remembered they posted a video. So i go check
it out and 5 seconds in Shane calls Ryan baby… Guess im just doomed to a
sleepless eternity because of these dorks. humph.
1. I ship them, if you don’t that’s cool with
2. This post is super long
3. I long for the day I no longer have to
cross out the boy in boyfriend when it comes to these two. this will be
abundantly clear by the amount of times i do
4. After a little bit i will stop putting full
names, so just know.
5.I recommend watching the video along with or
before going through this post, because if you haven’t seen it you will be
I was tagged by @oeffsee but as I did a “post the last sentence of your current WIP” yesterday, and the last sentence of my next-to-last WIP
is literally the last line/giving away the ending, I’ve decided to copy @oeffsee and post a snippet of a WIP. But which WIP I hear you ask. Well, I was scrolling through and I found this fake marriage AU and thought it fit the bill rather nicely. This is all I’ve got down, and I’d honestly forgotten about it already, so consider this a one shot/mini fic/may be expanded upon at some mythical future date kind of deal. Enjoy.
While Pietro is suffering through his very slow recovery Darcy is propositioned by none other than Tony Stark.
“You’re going to have to repeat that.”
“I can’t put it in plainer terms, Lewis. You. Maximoff. Green card marriage.”
“But that’s fraud,” Darcy explained slowly, because apparently no one else had told him.
“Only if you get caught. And your marriage shouldn’t raise too many red flags with Immigration: you’re around the same age, speak a shared language, you’ll be working and living from the same location, you have similar personal backgrounds - Jewish orphans,” he clarified when her face scrunched up in confusion.
“Huh… you really thought about this,” Darcy muttered for a lack of anything better to say.
“Yeah, well, Wanda wants to keep her brother close, and I’m of the opinion that we should keep the Scarlet Witch happy,” Tony grumbled. “So can you sign off on this already? I’ve got places to be.”
“Excuse me?” Darcy screeched. “You can’t just dump this on me and expect me to say yes without-”
“I’ll pay off your student loans.”
Darcy hesitated. She hated that she hesitated.
“You can’t just throw money at-”
“And you’ll also get a side job consulting on the Sokovia Accords.”
“The what?” Darcy asked irritably.
“The Sokovia Accords. Dropped on our doorstep by Secretary Ross,” Tony explained, his voice dripping with even more disdain than usual as he pulled the encyclopedia sized document from a desk drawer. “Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary,” he recited from memory.
“And when you say ‘consult’ how do I know you don’t mean ‘busywork’?” she queried as she eyed to document with interest.
“Because we’d be stupid not to want your opinions. You’re on the fast track to a doctorate in Political Science, with your thesis on international relations in an ever-expanding universe crossing the desks of every world leader worth a damn. Not to mention you’ve got a personal stake in it, what with your close ties to several superpowered individuals.”
“I only really know Thor,” Darcy argued.
“I was actually referring to your future husband and sister-in-law. And, you know, me. Read it, review it, give us feedback. Fast. We’re on a deadline, kid. We either sign that or we’re out of the superhero business.”
Darcy thought about it for a full three seconds before nodding her head. “Yes, I will fake marry Pietro Maximoff.”
“Glad to hear it,” Tony smiled as he stood to leave. “He’ll be flying in first thing tomorrow and he’ll be moving into your spare room. I’ll give you a month, two at the most to fake fall in love and then I’m taking you two crazy kids to Vegas.”
“Isn’t such a short engagement and a Vegas wedding one giant red flag?”
“Not when you consider one important detail.”
“I’m Tony Stark,” he smirked. “The second you two tell me you’re fake engaged we’re going to be on the first private jet to Vegas before you can even think of saying ‘we want a long engagement.’”
Tagging whoever would like to share the last line or a snippet from their current WIP. <3
thought deeply on Louis’ words-his gaze never left his entwined hands in his
lap for a good five minutes, “But it’s not a real marriage then. We-basically, Princess Eleanor and I are just going to be stuck with each other for the rest of our lives.” His
voice was hollow and saddened and Louis paused before nodding.
yes,” he admitted, but quickly added, “But hey-who knows? Maybe I’ll bring her
back to England, you two crazy kids meet and fall madly in love with each
other, have ten kids and retire from the throne and live in the spring palace
for the rest of your lives, yeah? Maybe fate has other things in store, I don’t
know,” Louis mumbled.
fate has other things in store.
had no clue just how true that statement would become.
Or: Prince Liam and Princess Eleanor were arranged to be wed since birth. Louis, Prince Liam’s head knight,is tasked to bring Princess Eleanor from her homeland of Scotland back to England for his prince, easiest job ever. But of course, things go a bit more complicated then that.
Rated T for Threats of violence and rape and character death.
In all honesty, maybe sending the Red Hood out on the streets while the Joker was at large was probably not Bruce’s brightest idea. Yet, his resources were spread thin and there was little h could do with so few people available. Robin was out of commission for the next week with an ankle injury and Red Robin was out on a mission with the Titans. Nightwing and Batgirl were still facing off with Poison Ivy and with Batman on League business, the team was pulled thin and Batman did what he had to do. He had called Jason, the familiar weight settling on his chest as he told him the situation. Jason could do this.
pairing:yugyeom/reader words: 3.8k warning: oppa/noona kink read on a03
summary: you make a face at him, hating it whenever yugyeom called you “noona”. it might’ve been a term of respect, but it just made you feel too old for him. truthfully, you were only a year older than him and you didn’t like to be reminded about it; you weren’t usually attracted to guys younger than you, but yugyeom had been a sweetheart since the moment you met him. you were aware of the fact that he had a crush on you when he first met you, but you didn’t expect to grow the same kinds of feelings for him. now, a year into your relationship, yugyeom had become arguably the best boyfriend you ever had. your only pet peeve is that he’s so dead set on always calling you noona.
OMG!! I just finished reading your one night stand fic. If you’re still taking requests, would you like to write one for that fic? AU where they get to go on that first date as planned.
Thank you for the prompt! This is officially the first in my series of one shots, set in my one night stand AU, 1 Night (+9 Months), which will appropriately by called 1 Night (+The Rest of Our Lives)! Hope you’re all as excited as I am to be back in this universe so soon!!
*Set during the end of Part Thirteen, going AU before Jemma receives Charlotte’s phone call
Jemma was the perfect picture of calm, carefully subdued
excitement as she put the finishing touches on her makeup and outfit for her
date with Fitz –
At least, she was,
until the sound of the doorbell ringing echoed through her flat, and suddenly,
her heart was racing and her palms were clammy and she couldn’t quite seem to
catch her breath.
Which was ridiculous, of course, given that she and Fitz had
spent the better part of two years as close friends and almost-flat mates. Not
to mention, either, that they had a daughter
together. But, one little reminder that Fitz
was on the other side of her front door, waiting to take her on their first
date, was enough to have Jemma forgetting completely about keeping her calm or
the fact that she had no reason to be nervous.
Nearly stumbling in her haste to get to the door, Jemma
pulled it open to find Fitz standing there in the hall. As soon as his eyes
fell upon her, they rounded with clear awe, his lips parting to let out an
audible breath. “Jemma…you…um, wow, I…”
Heat crawled across her cheeks in a pleased blush at
striking Fitz speechless, and she indulged in a little onceover of her own,
biting her lip to hold back the appreciative grin that she could feel forming.
She very much liked his whole outfit, but it was the tie around his neck that
caught and held Jemma’s attention; it was the first time that she’d seen him in
one since the wedding, and the last time she’d seen that tie was when she’d been using it to tug him along behind her
down the hotel hallway, and –
definitely wasn’t what she needed to be thinking about just now.
Summary:Y/n mysterious moved back to her home town after staying away from years and she is not happy with it. As she tried to find some motivation to unpack her stuff, a piece of her past walks right in her apartment. Will their love rekindle? or is it too late?
Word count: 2825 words
Author’s note: Thank you for all that is reading this story and loving this story, I posted the first part just two days ago, on new years and It has already grown a lot more then I thought it would, so I am so so happy that it is growing so fast. thank you for the new followers I know it is only 18 followers but I love ever single one of them. I am opening a tag list for anyone that would like to continue following this story and I will love to just open a tag list for anyone that like my writing. I will also do request I would really write a fanfic on a lot of fandoms just ask and I will write it. Thank you so much for reading, and let’s get on with the story.
“So are you going to go to coffee with Barry?” Felicity asked as she spun around the chair that was finally put in its place. It took a while, but y/n and Felicity finally unpacked and settled in into y/n’s new place. And it’s been exactly a week since y/n has seen Barry, a week since Barry has invited her over for coffee, and exactly a week since y/n kissed Barry on the week.
y/n groaned as she put down the plate that she was cleaning. “I told you for the last time, Felicity, I don’t know if I want to do that. It’s like digging up the past that I do not want to touch.“ Felicity tilted her head, a twitch in her mouth made y/n think that she didn’t have much of a choice.
"You know generally I would give you a choice on the matter, but this time, I think you are just being silly.” Y/n threw her hands in the air in defense. “I’m not being silly Felicity, I just, I haven’t exactly forgiven him from the way we left things you know.” Y/n said, continuing on with the dishes.
“I mean can you blame me? I tried! I tried so hard to work with him, I tried to make amends by leaving him at prom.” Y/n sighed and started at the soapy water in the sink. “I didn’t want to leave things the way I did, I wanted to fix it, Felicity, I did, but, he wouldn’t let me.” Y/n slammed the cup she was washing on the drying tray.
“And no, all of a sudden, when I finally was close from moving on from that once mistake in my life that I regret the most, and he just waltz in my apartment like it was no big deal?” Y/n ranted, “I mean who does that!”
Felicity nodded her head again, “Barry’s changed, you have no idea. He is really trying to be the good guy.” Y/n scoffed. “Barry has always been the good guy Felicity, it’s just he made a lot of mistakes.” Y/n bit her lip. “ Some that I was not willing to forgive at the moment.” But just in that moment, there was a knock at y/n’s front door. She turned her head to the door, then back at Felicity, giving her the most venomous glare she has ever given her best friend. Felicity smiled.
“Well, now you have no choice.” She mused. Y/n looked at Felicity, “Please do not tell me you invited him over here!” Felicity gave her a mischievous look, “Fine, I did not invite him over.” Y/n let out a sigh of relief, a sigh that was a little too soon.
“I told him to pick you up here so you can have a coffee at Jitters.” Y/n groaned and ran her fingers through her messy hair. There is no way that she was anywhere close to ready to even leave the house, let alone go out for coffee. Felicity got up from the spinning chair.
“Don’t you dare over think this, I already planned ahead, so just march your little booty into that room of yours, slap on that pretty face of yours and shimmy into that outfit that I set up the outfit on the bed of yours.”
y/n’s eyebrow quirked up, “Shimmy?” Felicity shook her head and waved her hands around, “Don’t worry about my choice of words and get worried. I will distract Barry while you get ready.” Y/n continued to glare at Felicity but stomped her way over to her room anyways. She was for sure going to kill Felicity for the choice of clothes she picked out.
It took about 20 minutes for y/n to get ready, and she was hoping by the time that she finished, Barry would’ve gotten impatient and go away anyways, but y/n wasn’t that lucky.
“Felicity, I am going to kill you for the choice of top, I am seeing Barry not going to a strip-” She stopped when saw Barry in the living room. Barry was sitting comfortable on the couch, but when he took when the glance at Y/n walking down the hallway, he was compiled to get up, he shot up from the couch, almost floored from y/n’s appearance.
It was stunning, she was stunning. Barry always that y/n was beautiful, gorgeous even, but somehow after all these years, it’s like it amplified. He knew that everyone changes over the years, but it was at that moment when he realized that y/n really did change over the years. It rendered him speechless, his throat was actually dry from her beauty.
She looked at him shyly, she pursed her lips, biting her bottom lip as she stands uncomfortably underneath his stares. “Wow, y/n.” Was all that Barry was able to muster out. Y/n tried to hold in her blush, no one has looked at her like that in, well, Barry was the only one that looked at her like that. “Hi, Barry.” They stayed silent for a while, not sure who should make the next move, it was Felicity that broke the silence.
“Alright, you two crazy kids should be heading off to your date now.” Barry and y/n looked at each other, stuttering as they tried to protest. “It’s not a date.” Y/n said. “We’re just catching up.” Barry finished. Felicity gave both of them a knowing eye as she opens the door wide open.
“Whatever you say, all I know is that there are two cups of coffee calling your name down at Jitters, so you should hurry up before they get cold.” Y/n just laughed at her friend as she exited out of the apartment, Barry not falling too far behind her. The door was promptly shut behind them, startling the both of them. They both looked at each other and laughed on how odd this date was going, and it hasn’t even started.
“Well, I guess, after you.” Barry offered, gesturing his hand in front of him. y/n gave him a closed mouth smile, “Well what a gentleman.” Barry grinned at her, his dimples showing off the happiness that was seeded in his stomach. “Of course my lady.”
“Cookies are still your go-to food item huh Allen.” Y/n teased as she heard Barry’s order, “I will never change my mind about cookies y/l/n.” He shot back, handing the cashier the money for his order. “Do you still stand by your unhealthy diet of hamburger helpers?” He joked, “The disguising ones with the fake hot dogs in them? Congrats on not dying after high school, by the way, it’s still a mystery on how you survived off of that diet.” Y/n laughed, “No Barry, thankful for me that habit stayed in high school.”
Barry playfully clapped his hands, congrats her on her healthy life choice. “I am so very proud of you.” Y/n laughed and smiled. She was about to shoot back a playful banter, but the cashier caught her eye first.
“And what would you like Miss?” The cashier asked. Y/n was too busy talking to Barry that she didn’t take the time to even think about her order. She quickly scanned the menu board and blurted out the first drink that popped out to her.
“I’ll just have the Flash please.” Barry tried so hard to cover up his surprise, it caught him off guard and for a second he even forgot that there was a drink named after his superhero counterpart. The cashier grinned and rang up her order. Before y/n even got a chance to pull out her wallet to pay the employee, Barry slapped down a twenty dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change,” Barry said. The cashier took the bill without a second thought and ran off to get their orders.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Y/n stated as she adjusted the purse hanging on her shoulder. Barry shrugged, “What kind of gentleman would I have been if I let you pay for it yourself?” Y/n just rolled her eyes. It didn’t take long for the employee to come back with two freshly prepared cups of coffee and a nice warm chocolate chip cookie.
“Here you go.” She announced, playing their order on the counter. “Have a nice day!” They both grabbed their drinks and headed outside. “Where to know Allen?” Y/n asked, taking a sip of the flash. Surprisingly, it was delicious, this might be her go-to drink for now on.
“I thought we can take a walk in the park for a couple of minutes.” He suggested, “You know, so we can catch up.” y/n nodded in agreement. “If you’re talking about the park that we used to go to as kids, I would love it. Lead the way.” Barry held out his arm for her to grab, and she gladly accepted it.
“Wow, the park has really changed huh?” Y/n noticed. Long gone was the wooden play set that made it feel like you were managing a pirate ship. It was now replaced with a carefully designed play set that looked like there was no way on getting hurt on it. It also looked like there was no way any kid could have fun on it.
“Yeah, they really child proofed it every since you left. It’s particularly a padded cell. God forbid anyone to get hurt on it.” Barry commented. y/n’s eyes lit up when she remember the time someone did indeed break something on this very spot. “Unlike the great Barry Allen who broke his leg. Guess they should have child proofed it then too.” She joked, lightly teasing him. Barry laughed and looked down at his feet in embarrassment. “And I was starting to hope you had forgotten about that.”
“There was no way I would forget something like that,” Y/n claimed, “ It was certainly a sight to see.”
“Hey, I’m sure I wasn’t the only seventeen-year-old who has broken their leg on a swing set.” Barry defended. Y/n hissed through her teeth, “Aren’t you, though?” Barry laughed again. “Well, you weren’t very helpful either! You couldn’t help but laugh it up when you were trying to quote on quote help me.”
Y/n tried not to spill her coffee through her fits of laughter, “I was trying to make you feel better and not think about the pain in your leg.” Barry rolled his eyes and bit his tongue on the corner of his mouth. “Oh, my hero.” Y/n slightly pushed him playfully. “But really. You were pretty great that day.” He commented, “You even managed to keep Joe and Iris calm, which is a miracle, to say the least.” Barry’s eyes trailed off as he thought about that moment. “You were always their favorite.” He stated his voice quieter that time.
They trailed off into silence after that, y/n can feel that the past was affecting them and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. She loved that she can still talk to Barry so comfortable after all these years, and thinking about the past was nostalgic, to say the least, but she couldn’t deny that it felt different.
Y/n almost forgot about the strange feeling that was growing in her stomach when she noticed they were walking down an all too familiar trail down into the forest. She grabbed Barry’s arm suddenly when she noticed the tree that they used to hang out around right in front of her. “Oh my god Barry.” She said, “Can that really be our dream?” She asked. Barry looked at what she was talked about, his grin almost wanting to jump out of his face when he notices that it was, in fact, their tree. “No way.” he breathed out, “I thought for sure that it would’ve been cut down by now.” Y/n smiled at it, she looked up at Barry, curiosity swimming in her eyes.
“Do you think it’s still there?” She asked. Barry shrugged, “There’s only one way to find out.” He suggested. He walked towards the tree, following off the trailing as he walked around it. There it was. Like a glowing symbol. Carved into the bark of the tree was their initials, encased in a heart. Barry laughed at how cheese they used to be.
“Wow.” Barry breathed out, “It’s still there.” Y/n looked at it and laughed, “What a cliche that is.” She joked. But it wasn’t a cliche, not to her at least. Not at the time, and certainly not know. She bit her lip as she was trying to form something to say, but she couldn’t. Looking at it now made her remember just how special that time in her life was. All the familiar feelings and the sting of rejecting came flooding back into her. She shook her head and looked away from it as if looking at it any longer will make her have an overflow of feelings.
Barry was feeling the exact same thing y/n was feeling, he knew he was stupid on pushing her away from the way he did back then. But looking at the carving on the wood now, just reminded him on how much he vowed to change what he had done. He just didn’t have a chance until now.
Y/n cleared her throat. “Well it was really nice catching up with you again Barry but-” But she was interrupted but a pair of soft, familiar, lips that pressed against hers. Her heart almost wanted to burst out as Barry kissed her suddenly, his large hands cradling her head.
He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She carded her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.
And then, they pulled away. The kiss ending almost as fast as it started. y/n stammered as she tried to think about what she was going to say, but it was like his kissed as numbed her mind.
“I should probably get going.I should- I should probably get going.” she finished, her tone was breathless, almost like she forgot how to speak. She looked up at Barry’s welcoming, warm, ocean blue eyes. She smiled as his eyes captured hers. “But here is good.” Barry smiled as he leaned down to give her another kiss, but Cisco yet again has really bad timing. He mentally groaned his phone went crazy in his pant pocket.
“I am so sorry y/n.” He apologized, leaning away, even though every atom in his body wants nothing more but to get closer to her. “But I have to go. Work needs me.” And never until now has work been an inconvenience to him. Y/n’s eyes flicker down to the ground. She tried to hide her disappointment. “No, no I totally get it. Go, do your thing.” She said. Barry pursed his lips together until a brilliant plan popped into his brain. “Hey, Iris is having a dinner on Friday with a couple of friends of mind. You should come.” Y/n looked back at Barry.
“Really?” She asked, “Are you sure?” Barry nodded, he was more than sure. “Yeah, I would love for you to met my new friends and Iris and Joe have been dying to see you again after I mentioned you were back in town.” Y/n smiled wide as she nodded eagerly. She would want nothing more to see Iris again for sure.
He smiled as she agreed. “Alright, great, I will see you then I guess.” Y/n nodded again. She turned around to the direction of her home, only to realize she didn’t get any details. She turned back around to ask Barry where should she met him, but he was already gone. Her eyebrows knitted together.
That was weird. She thought to herself but thought nothing of it. It must’ve been important that he had to hurry. She shrugged and walked her merry little way back home. A new little hop in her step as she felt the happiness warm through her body.
A Medieval AU Knight/Princess AU, Completed, 7/7 45k+ words
thought deeply on Louis’ words-his gaze never left his entwined hands in
lap for a good five minutes, “But it’s not a real marriage then.
We-basically, Princess Eleanor and I are just going to be stuck with
each other for the rest of our lives.” His
voice was hollow and saddened and Louis paused before nodding.
yes,” he admitted, but quickly added, “But hey-who knows? Maybe I’ll bring her
back to England, you two crazy kids meet and fall madly in love with each
other, have ten kids and retire from the throne and live in the spring palace
for the rest of your lives, yeah? Maybe fate has other things in store, I don’t
know,” Louis mumbled.
fate has other things in store.
had no clue just how true that statement would become.
Or: Prince Liam and Princess Eleanor were arranged to be wed since birth. Louis, Prince Liam’s head knight,is
tasked to bring Princess Eleanor from her homeland of Scotland back to
England for his prince, easiest job ever. But of course, things go a bit
more complicated then that.