also i started out somehow clean and then it got all messy

zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack

Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several air-horns blast in his direction at once.

He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and drops both his coffee and his phone.

The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.

He looks over to the house across the way, out of which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.

“Hey! Dickfaces!”

Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping the bird to the boys in the house across the street.

“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”

The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.

“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”

Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s alright. Thanks for telling them off.”

“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”

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Hey, Neighbor | Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baek-to-basics

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Neighbor AU | Fluff !!

Summary: In which you have a huge crush on your neighbour, Byun Baekhyun, and you aren’t really sure what to do about it; until every passing encounter soon forces you to face your feelings.

Word Count: 5.5K (again, oops)


A/N: I finally wrote something with my baby Byun Baek as the lead…I hope you enjoy!


You had pretty much fallen head over heels for your devastatingly cute neighbor  the very first time you ran into him in the elevator.

He’d looked at you with those twinkling eyes from under his messy hair, and you’d melted on the spot. “I’m Baekhyun,” he’d said, grinning, offering his hand. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”

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mom’s insecurities || Batboys

Requested on Wattpad.

Warning(s): insecurities(bad) insults, and changing point of views that can make you confused.

Also, Jason is cursing, just a bit.


Bruce knows his wife is a strong woman, she rarely breaks no matter how hard the obstacle in front of her. His boys know that too, their mother is the most caring person in the world.

But these days, she acted a little off.

They weren’t sure why they weren’t sure how. The thing that they only sure of was; she started acting weird since she came back from her high school reunion. She was happy when her friends invited her to go on a dinner with them, her eyes lit up, sparkling with joy.

The young Waynes heard her sobbing in her shared room, Bruce wasn’t home. Alfred was busy with his own work. The manor was quiet for the first time in forever, no arguing, no things crushing and shattering on the floor, no screaming, no loud laughing, no one of the boys ratting out the other.

Nothing but the muffled hiccups, and deep breathing.

Silence.

More importantly, no their mother scolding them with their bad behaviors.

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An exhausted Evie was in such a hurry to just get back to her dorm and crash that she didn’t even notice the soft lamplight spilling out from the crack underneath the door, and as such, she was entirely surprised by Mal’s presence in the room when she unlocked the door and stepped inside.  Mal was on her bed, cozy in pajamas as she sat with her knees hugged to her chest.


“Hey,” she greeted.  The tv was on, and she absentmindedly watched.

Evie’s perfect eyebrows furrowed, very confused as to why she was seeing Mal here, already retired for the night.

“…Hi, M.  You’re back early,” she noted, shutting and locking the door behind her.  "What happened to your date?  Ben’s king stuff come up again?“

”…Not exactly.“

Evie lobbed her purse onto her bed, let the gears turn and whirl inside her head for a second, then turned back to Mal with folded arms.

"Why do you have Evasive Face?” she questioned.

“Okay, one, I don’t have a face specifically reserved for evading, and two—”

“Why do you have Evasive Face?”

A defeated smile glided into place on Mal’s expression accompanied by an equally defeated little laugh.  She couldn’t get anything over on that girl.

“…Ben and I broke up,” she announced.  "Or I broke up with Ben, whatever you want to call it.“

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Jeff Atkins - Request #1

Please can you do a Jeff imagine where him the reader and him are high school sweethearts and it’s years later and it’s some kind of big event like a wedding or anniversary or the birth of their child idk you choose but your writing is fab!

After tossing and turning most of the night, you gave up on sleep. With the baby kicking and moving, you couldn’t get comfortable enough to relax. She was usually pretty good about letting you sleep but tonight she was being fussy and it was painful. So you stood and threw on one of Jeff’s shirts, they were just about all that fit you this late into your pregnancy. Walking into the kitchen you put on lullabies on your phone and made yourself a warm glass of milk.

You had read that babies reacted to music, even in the womb, so when she would get active at night, you’d put on some music and let her relax.

“When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.” You sang quietly, your hands cradling your belly as you swayed slowly to music. “When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and mommy will catch you, cradle and all.”

You sighed when the movements continued. Tying your hair up in a ponytail, you let out a tired exhale. The clock on the oven read 3:29 AM and instead of being curled up against Jeff, you were dancing in the kitchen.

Your mind wandered to what it would be like when she got here. Would she be this fussy? You were a fussy child or would she be calm like Jeff. Would she look like you, or him, or a perfect combination of the two? All it was so exciting, all you knew was that you were ready for her to come out.

You reached for your phone, trying to remember the song you parents used to sing to you when you were restless. You could recall the nights you’d keep them up to the point of exhaustion and they would strap you in the car and drive around, singing to you until you fell asleep.

Night Moves. That was the song they would sing. Night Moves by Bob Seger.
They were in love with classic rock and somehow it soothed you right away.

You found the song on your playlist and pressed play, starting to dance again.

“Working on mysteries without any clues, working on our night moves” You sang along. “Trying to make some front page drive-in news. Working on our night moves.”

“Are you singing Bob Seger to our baby?”

You jumped, hearing Jeff’s voice behind you. Turning around, you saw him standing at the doorway, sleepy-eyed and ruffled hair, with that same smile you fell in love with freshman year of high school. He’d grown a lot since then. His voice was deeper, his features chiseled and rugged. But even at 27, his boyish charm had never left him.

“I think it’s working.” You smiled, nodding you your head.

“Well then.” He chuckled, crossing the room. “Let me help.”

He took your hand, spinning you around before pulling you against him. With one hand on your waist, the other on your belly, he swayed you to the music, holding you close.

“Working on our night moves, trying’ to lose those awkward teenage blues.” He sang out loud with a smile, his forehead leaned on yours as he held your gaze. “Working on our night moves. And it was summertime. Sweet summertime, summertime.”

You laughed, laying your head against his solid chest as the two of your danced in your kitchen in the middle of the night as you tried to ignore the pain and pulsating in your stomach. There was not a moment in your relationship when you weren’t reminded of why you loved this man so much. He was your best friend through and through.

Suddenly the pain became too much and you let go, holding your stomach tightly. Jeff instantly got worried, holding onto you so you didn’t fall over.

“Babe?”

You felt a pop and suddenly the ground was wet. It felt like you were peeing but the fluid was clear. Was that…? Was this …? Did your water just break?

Oh shit. It did.

“Babe, I think my water just broke.” You said calmly while in shock, slowly lifting your head to meet Jeff’s terrified gaze.

“How - what - what do we -”

“Jeff my water just broke!” You said louder as the realization of the situation hit you.

“What - what do we do?!” He asked, sensing your panic and starting to panic himself.

“We - we have to to go to the hospital. I’ll get changed. You grab our hospital bags.” You instructed, waddling away from the puddle to make your way to the bedroom.

Jeff helped you to the room, helping you change into clean clothes and ran down to the car, throwing the bags and the carseat into the back before running up to help you down to the car.

Your breathing had become more and more labored at that point and he held your hand. “This is it baby.” He whispered with a smile. “Breathe with me just like they said in the classes.”


———-

After you got to the hospital, Jeff called your families to let them know you were in labor while the nurses set you up in the room. The pain had become increasingly worse and Jeff was by your side, holding your hand the entire time, helping you concentrate on your breathing, helping you cool down with damp towels to wipe your sweat, having the nurses grab you ice chips and feeding them to you.

Your eyes filled with tears, not only from the pain of the contractions but also from the overwhelming emotions.

“Hey, hey” He said wiping your tears. “You’re doing great baby.”

“That’s not it.” You cried, holding his hand tightly. “This is the last time it’ll ever be just the two of us. After this we won’t be Y/N and Jeff - we’ll be mommy and daddy.”

You and Jeff had been high school sweethearts since freshman year. You went to the same college. Jeff had asked you to marry him on the field during one of his baseball games in front of an entire stadium of people. You got married after graduation. Bought a home two years later. Now after 12 years of being together, you were about to bring your first child into the world.

He hung his head in a smile, “I know babygirl, I know but it’s a good thing. We’re about to be a mom and dad to a beautiful baby girl that we’ll love more than anything in this world.”

You knew all of this was your hormones talking. You were so ready to be a mom. You and Jeff had done classes. You both had read all the books. Your home was filled with baby things. It was time.

“I love you so much.” You breathed, squeezing his hand through another painful contraction.

They had gotten closer and closer together by this point so a nurse came in to check.

“Full dilation.” She smiled, “It’s time mama. Are you ready?”


Your breath caught in your throat and full of fear. you looked at Jeff who’s face was now pale as a ghost. Despite all of that he was holding it together for you like he always did.

He smiled, running his fingers back through your hair. “You got this baby.”

You nodded, turning to look at the nurse. “I’m ready.”

She smiled sweetly, looking between the two of you before she headed out of the room. Only a few minutes passed before she returned with another nurse, preparing the machines and whatever the doctor would need.

To calm your anxiety you looked at Jeff the whole time. He locked his eyes with yours, ignoring everything else happening in the room. With his hands running through your messy hair, he smiled, leaning in to kiss you.

The doctor came and sat between your legs and it wasn’t long before you had to start to push. Jeff held one leg, the nurse held the other. You screamed through the pain, pushing for what felt like hours before you finally started to crown. Jeff took a peak and it looked like he was about to faint but turned his head to you instead.

“I swear, you’re incredible, babe. You’re like superman right now.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your head with his eyes full of tears. “I love you so much baby.”  

You cried, smiling as you looked up at him before you screamed in pain with another push. You had planned on having your mother by your side during the birth but because you weren’t due for another week and a half, your families hadn’t flown down yet. Yet in that moment, you were glad that nobody was next to you but Jeff. Your life was with this man and he would be the one by your side for the rest of your life. This was all you needed.

With one final push you heard the cry of your baby and all of the pain you’d just went through seemed to fade away.

“Mr. and Mrs. Atkins, say hello to your baby girl.” The doctor smiled.

The baby was placed on your chest and you kissed her head, holding the little angel as Jeff wrapped his arms around you, both of you unable to stop from crying at the sight of her. Just like that, you were okay being known as Mom and Dad from now on.

———-

The chaos calmed by the end of the night. The baby was cleaned and brought back to your room for the rest of the night. You had been able to breastfeed and Jeff learned to swaddle and change the diaper. Then as much as you had wanted to stay awake and stare at your beautiful girl you had drifted off to sleep for a little while.

 The sound of her crying had woken you up but instead of moving, you opened your eyes to see that Jeff was already picking her up to rock her gently. He was already a natural at this. You pretended to still be asleep as you watched him with her. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Grabbing your phone, he put on Night Moves with the volume low and danced slowly with the baby.

“Sweet summertime summer time.” He sang lowly to her until she quieted down, cooing in his arms with her big beautiful eyes looking up at him.

You watched him take a seat on the chair, holding her in his arms as he looked down at her with tear glossed eyes rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep but a smile on his face nonetheless.

“I knew from the moment I met your mother that she would be my wife. We would talk about one day having a baby. We both wanted a girl. I never thought I could have more love for your mother than I already did, but watching her today…” He sniffled back a tear. “She gave me the greatest gift on earth. She gave me you. And I will thank her for that every day because you are the love of my life. I promise that I will love and care for you with every fiber of my being. As long as there is breath in me and your mother, you will never face anything alone. Everything I am and everything I have is yours.”

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A/N: One request down. I hope you like it!

Please let me know if you have any requests. :)

***None of the images/gifs are mine.

isawthesights  asked:

can you do 92 & 164 with seth?

“Are you drunk?”, “Stop teasing me so much…”
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Originally posted by the-architect-rollins

A bottle of wine. A half full bottle of Jameson. A third of a bottle of Svedka. Seth was drunk.

You accounted for the bottle of wine and a couple of drinks crafted from Jameson. You were drunk, but Seth was DRUNK.

“Are you drunk?” You laughed, cleaning the glasses the two of you used. Propping them on the drying rack next to the sink you walked into the living room to see Seth sprawled out over the couch in nothing but his briefs.

“Drunk..wasted..fucking GONE” He was grinning, laughing like a banshee. You had only seen the man this indisposed a few times before, but this was a step above the others. His hand cupped around his manhood but didn’t move.

“That means..” You moved a standing fan from the window next to the couch, blowing the air down on him. Stray black hairs wagging in front of his face as the breeze produced a groan of acceptance from his throat.

“Also..” Trash bucket. You moved it right under where his head lay on a pillow. He wasn’t one to puke often, but with all that was circulating in his gut, you had a feeling this would be one of the messy mid-night eruptions.

“You’re so good to me babycakes” He hiccuped rubbing his chest. You watched his hand caress his skin, over his nipples, down his happy trail and back up.

“I just don’t want you to puke on my carpet” Chuckling, rolling your eyes you pulled off the sundress you had been wearing since you were fresh from the shower this morning,

“C'mere” He reached a hand out grabbing at your knee to coo you forward. “I want to see you but I can’t lift my head”

Dropping the discarded designer fabric you straddled his lap, drawing figure eights in the dips of the V’s right above his pelvis. “I’m here”

“Don’t stop” He arched his hips flushing them up into your center. The thin pieces of clothing left next to nothing to the imagination. The thickness of his shaft pressing between your folds through the garment.

“Does that feel good baby?” Your fingers were stuck in a loop. Your eyes watching his face contort into an array of expressions. His once goofy behavior morphing into lust filled breaths and grunts. He always got worked up so easily when he was wasted.

“Feels fucking amazing” Your own hips discovered a new need for friction. The lace dampening from your wettened cavern.

“You are getting so hard” The sound of your voice dropped into a seductive hum of sex. Your hand coming between the two of you to dip into his briefs, popping him out through the slit.

“Mmm..look at you” Your hand wrapped at the base gliding along the flesh effortlessly. “So hard and ready for me, aren’t you Seth?”

“You are going to be the death of me baby” He groaned, bucking into your hand as it stilled.

“What are you planning?” His voice was contrived of anything but lust and greed for action.

“I could do anything I want” You grinned down at him, scooting back just a little. “I know something you want” A tooth captured the corner of your bottom lip, biting down. Two of your fingers hooked into the section of underwear that covered your damp pussy lips. Pulling the fabric over you flashed the pretty pink lips to him.

“Fuck” He breathed out heavy and ready for what was next.

“Your so big daddy, I don’t know if you’ll fit” The new kink of a name was something you had been thinking of using. In this moment it sounded perfect. You rose up onto your knees to adjust, dropping down to let your folds separate and envelope his shaft. His tip just barely poking into your clit. The bundle of nerves making you shudder and grind into him.

“Fuck baby, call me that again” His moan was loud and wanton for you. You tapped into something new that alcohol ripped out of you.

“Do you want to me to ride you” Your voice paused, gasping slightly as your hips continued their crusade. His tip pushing your button, over and over. “Daddy”

“Stop teasing me so much…” He growled low and fiery. His hands possessively grabbing you to lift you up “Be a good girl for daddy” His tip kissing the entrance of your sex. “Ride this dick baby”

“Se–” You were cut off by his hips pivoting perfectly upward driving the first half of his member inside. “Baby..” You sighed, relaxing and descending down onto his length. He pushed past your walls with ease. It wasn’t long until your lips tickled against the hair of his base.

“Baby girl should start bouncing” His hands reached behind to the clasp of your bra, freeing your perky mounds. “She wants to make daddy happy, doesn’t she?” Two fingers on each of his hands pinched and fondled the tender peaks.

“You’re making me crazy” You whimpered finding a rhythm on his lap. Always making sure his cock was buried deep when you crashed back down.

“I’m going to fill you up baby” He managed to rise up, sitting up meeting you eye to eye. “I’m going to claim that sweet pussy as it shapes around me” His lips teased your throat, sucking and biting at random spots. “Tell me what you want from me baby” His voice was pleasing you as much as his cock. Your whole body was electric.

“I want all of it Seth” Your moans were so close to screams. Your sex life with this man was reaching a new height. A height you never wanted to come down from.

“Uh Uh,” His hand clutched around your throat, pushing it back to force your back into an arch creating an angle that somehow dug his cock deeper into your dripping cunt. “What’s my name?”

“Daddy!” You exclaimed feeling as if your body was on fire. Your orgasm was steamrolling it’s way to the finish line. “Fuck me, daddy!”

A switch flipped on for your boyfriend, the name driving him to places he never knew he’d wanted. The pressure around your neck increasing making you dizzy with lust. Every nerve ending on your body signaling.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” He leaned into your ear, ghosting hot breath into the canal. “Cum for daddy baby” That was all it took. Your eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack, hips grinding in a need unlike any other. A scream ruptured from your chords as a flash wave of indescribable pleasure took over. You could feel your walls create a vice like grip around his shaft making it almost impossible to move.

“That’s my baby girl” He grunted finding his own climax, spilling everything he had into your cunt. It was messy and beautiful at the same time. The connection in this moment was something you never wanted to sever. It was a new birth to your sexual awakening.

“Seth…” You panted, dropping your head onto his shoulder as his grip seized. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to his body as the aftershocks were still rocking your body.

“What was that?” His breathy voice was still as sexy as ever. “I never thought I’d get off being called daddy” He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back all the way down to your ass and repeating.

“The wine gave me courage” You giggled, kissing his cheeks and then his lips. “Love you Daddy” You winked flashing the same lust as before.

“Round two, fight!” He winked flipping the two of you over and sinking down to your swollen and beaten core. His tongue flicking at the sensitive clit. “We taste good together baby”

“Shut up and eat me daddy” You smiled, moaning out as his mouth shaped around your clit, sucking softly. You had found a monster in the man you loved. A beast that you hoped wouldn’t need so much alcohol to come out again.

Your James Buchanan Barnes

Title: Your James Buchanan Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Bucky wouldn’t show his jealousy. But how long could he really last?


Bucky is a possessive man. Not that he’d admit it up front to anyone. Back in the 40s, he was this suave ladies man that could have had any dame he wanted, no questions asked.

James Buchanan Barnes couldn’t possibly show the world how much his heart screamed and how hard his fists clenched at the sight of his doll rolling her head back in laughter as this greasy hair, grubby-hands S.H.I.E.L.D recruit blurts out yet another one of those jokes Bucky couldn’t help roll his eyes at.

He let out a grunt, much louder than he normally would have. Seeing (Y/N)’s eyes light up as she sees him standing by the doorway, Bucky couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face.

“Doll, do you want to head out for lunch?” Bucky asked, trying hard to look nonchalant at the recruit’s arm that was placed just a little too close to (Y/N)’s warm ones on the lab’s desk.

“I’m sorry Bucky. I’ve got to finish up here and get these mission reports to Agent Hill before she leaves for the day.” came (Y/N)’s reply, her eyes downcast, lips pushed into a small pout.

Seeing her expression, Bucky’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed, only to knit back together once more as he spots the recruit blatantly staring at his doll’s lips. That god-damn recruit even had the nerve to lick his own lips. You’ve got to be joking.

Bucky took a long stride and was just about to give the recruit a piece of his mind when he hears Steve walking into the lab, calling out to him.

“Hey Buck, head to the gym with me?” Steve asked, eyes glued to his phone in his hand, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck, looking slightly exasperated at what was on the screen.

He let out another short grunt to show his agreement, his pride getting the best of him. He couldn’t possibly show his best friend just how jealous he got over a dame. I mean, he is James Buchanan Barnes, the all-around ladies man.


The second time that ugly feeling of possession crept up his heart was when (Y/N) was lounging in the entertainment room. Her hair in a messy bun atop her head, body wrapped in a fluffy blanket and a thick book perched on her lap. She was quite engrossed in the novel, failing to notice when Bucky walked in.

Bucky leaned on a wall, an endearing smile on his face as he took in the sight. A small gasp escaped (Y/N) when she hit a particularly exciting part of the plot, causing Bucky to let out a soft laughter.

(Y/N) turned her head to where Bucky was and as their eyes met she squealed and attempted to untangle herself from the blanket.

“Bucky! You’re back! I missed you so much! No more week long missions for you sergeant!” (Y/N) said as she leaped in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist; finally free from the blanket.

He tightened his hold on her and buried his face into her hair and replied, “I missed you too doll. No more week long missions without you, I promise.” his deep voice muffled.

After a short while, (Y/N) released her hold on Bucky and grabbed his hand to lead him to the kitchen.

“Bucks I made you a plum pie! Actually… I may have made about ten. I mean I know its too much but I just couldn’t fall asleep without you next to me, I had to do something to keep myself distracted! I’ve cleaned every inch of our room, redecorated it and even rearranged all your Henleys by color…” (Y/N) explained, her voice getting softer by the second, a pink tint on her cheeks.

A rush of affection came to Bucky as he hears that she has missed him just as much as he missed her. He was about to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in when he finally took notice of the oversized sweater she was wearing.

“Is that… is that Vision’s sweater?” Bucky asked, brows knitted, voice lower than (Y/N) was used to.

“Uhh, well yeah. I mean…” (Y/N)’s reply was cut short when Thor bolted into the kitchen, voice booming.

“Ah! Lady (Y/N)! Just who I was searching for! Could you make me some of those pop tarts we’ve had this morning? Just about six will do. I’m feeling a little peckish.” Thor asked, a casual arm draped on her shoulder.

“Oh wait! Is that a pie I see? I wouldn’t want to trouble you in that case Lady (Y/N)! I’ll just have some pie instead! Looks wonderful!” Thor continued, taking a slice of pie and setting it on a plate.

He then took the rest of the pie away with him, giving (Y/N) a loud thank you, leaving Bucky, (Y/N) and the one slice of pie in the kitchen.

If Bucky’s anger was mid-level earlier, it just got through the roof after Thor’s little pie-stealing stunt.

That block of wood of a God just had his arms on his doll’s shoulders, his face was barely an inch away from his doll’s face AND he took away the pie that his doll has made for him. He might have nine more whole pies but his doll made him ten and ten pies is what he shall have.

Bucky was just about to open his mouth to show her his discontent, he even prepared to pout for added effect. But just then, Nat sauntered into the kitchen greeting them both.

“Hey, Bucky! Hey (Y/N)! I’m just going to make myself a snack. Please just continue whatever it was earlier. I’ll make myself scarce.” she informed them, smirk evident on her face as her gaze fell on Bucky’s possessive form.

Once again, Bucky lost all the courage he’s gathered to show (Y/N) she belonged to him, with him. I mean which charming 40s sergeant would tell a dame that he didn’t like seeing her in someone else’s shirt. Not Bucky that’s for sure.


But the jealousy and possessiveness only got increasingly worse. Bucky even growled at a puppy that rubbed itself on (Y/N) feet.

Back in the compound, Bucky threw himself carelessly on the couch and he covered his face with his hands and let out a loud groan of frustration. (Y/N) sat on the couch and lifted Bucky’s feet up, placing it on her lap. She looked to the frustrated man, her face filled with concern and nervousness.

Bucky took his hands off his face and took in (Y/N)’s worried gaze. With new found confidence, he reached over and grabbed her hands, his metal arm curled around her waist as he hoisted her up, gently placing her on his lap.

Leaning his forehead on hers, he looked into her eyes and started, “Doll. Sweetheart, I just… I know this might sound ridiculously petty to you but… I’ve got to get it out of my system alright? Just… just promise me you won’t hate me okay?”, he took a deep breath and continued, “I’ve been jealous, okay? It’s just all these men hovering over you and I’m just this guy that somehow got lucky and got you as a girlfriend. I… I really don’t like how they lo-“.

You cut off his rambling with a peck on his lips and said, “Bucky, I’m sorry I made you feel so awful. I… I don’t notice people hitting on me because most of my waking moments are spent thinking about you. And I don’t mind people taking pies I’ve baked you because I know I’ll spend my whole life with you and I could bake you all the pies you want. Also… Vision’s sweater? That’s… that’s because the whole week when you were gone I wore your sweaters all day. I knew you were due to be back home so I threw all your sweaters that I’ve worn into the wash, hoping it’ll be washed and dried for you when you returned. I.. I didn’t want you to laugh at how childish I seem. I’m a grown woman that wears her boyfriend’s shirts all day because she misses him too much…”.

Both of your faces were flushed but at ease. It felt good to have shared with each other the feelings you were both trying to hide.

Deciding in that moment, Bucky lifted (Y/N) up and carried her to where the Avengers were. He strode into the room with her in his arms, all his teammates’ eyes were on him.

“Let me get this straight, guys. Don’t ever stare at (Y/N) like she’s a piece of meat. Don’t stare at her period. No lingering gazes. No wrapping your arms around her shoulders. Stop making her heat up your pop tarts or make you snacks and don’t ever go near the food she makes me.” Bucky listed out, voice serious and laced with determination.

The lot of superheroes had looks of shock and confusion etched on their faces, minds trying to process what just happened.

Finally letting out his piece, Bucky turned around and headed to his bedroom, (Y/N) still in his arms, her face a deep shade of red, buried into his shoulder. 

Bucky finally understood he was not James Buchanan Barnes of the 40s, suave ladies man. He was not the charismatic and witty James Buchanan Barnes. He was (Y/N)’s James Buchanan Barnes, a possessive man with the world’s best dame in his arms.


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Tagging: @itsanerdlife 

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@buckysmusculararm (a fluff piece for you to balance the angst from my previous piece! ps, if you wouldn’t want to be tagged let me know) 

The Notebook Ch.2

Title: The Notebook Ch.2
Character: Lin X Reader
Prompt: When the reader runs into Lin in the airport, (literally “runs” into him), an accidental notebook swap occurs in the confusion, and they go home with each other’s work.
Word Count: 2,625
W/T: None???
A/N: You guys asked for it, so here it is! I just can’t fathom how much you guys actually like this????? Like what??? ALSO if y'all wanna know about the musical the reader is writing, ask me! It’s an actual play that I’m writing, except it’s a play not a musical…
Also I shit-wrote this in a matter of two hours so please have mercy on me
Tags: @secretschuylersister @linmanuclmiranda @strawberrytyphoon @god-damn-it-miranda
~SJ

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“Ma'am, are you okay?” A distant voice asks you worriedly, a gentle tap on the shoulder shocking you out of your disassociated state. You jump slightly at the touch, but try to collect yourself enough to plaster a fake smile onto your lips and nod feebly to the flight attendant. It’s clear that she can see right through your crummy facade, but she just nods and continues down the isle, knowing well enough not to prod.

Your attention immediately snaps back to the worn black notebook in your hand, except it’s not yours. It looks exactly like yours- it’s even got the same scratch on the cover from the price sticker- but it’s not yours. The handwriting is too clean to be yours, there isn’t nearly as many ink smudges or eraser marks spread across the pages as there should be, and nothing scrawled across the yellowing paper aligns with what you’ve been working on for the past few years.

You were becoming hysterical, to say the least.

In any other given situation where this had somehow miraculously happened, you would’ve been on the phone with Kylie faster than lightening. But you were on a plane, at least an hour from landing and giving you access to others again, so that option was on hold. Obviously you couldn’t talk to anybody else about it on the plane, they’d just label you as crazy, which to your defense you can be, but they’d just zone out after about a minute. So here you were, forced to panic and get worked up over this notebook of yours all on your own. Great. Just great.

Oh god, what if that, that Lin guy was reading through your notebook right now?! What if he had already stolen all of your ideas and morphed them into his own?! No, no. Calm down, Y/N. You’re obviously overreacting, Lin wouldn’t do that. Sure, you only met him for a solid thirty seconds, but that’s enough time to get a decent judgement on somebody cute, right? He helped you up, he tried to make conversation, he seemed like a pretty good guy, a gentleman even.

Calm down, Y/N, you’re just getting yourself riled up for no good reason. You’ll be able to figure this whole situation out once you get both feet back onto solid ground again, and you’ll be able to start writing again in no time. You’ll get your notebook back, and Lin will get his. Simple fix, minus the whole “he’s in New York and you’re in rural Missouri” thing, but something can get worked out.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself, even slightly. Everything will turn out fine in an hour, so just wait it out. Just an hour, that’s all. Yup, juuuuusssttttt an hour.

Oh who are you kidding? This is going to be the longest hour of your life.

Your eyes snap back open and you feel a sense of jitteriness pulse through you, only making everything seem worse. What were you going to do within this agonizingly long hour? Usually you would’ve brought a book or something to read for the flight, just in case writer’s block hit you, but what were yo-oh. That’s right, you do have something to read.

Your gaze slowly shifts downward to your slightly calloused hands, mainly from your late writing nights, and settle back upon your imposter notebook. Turning it over and over in your hands, the sleek black leather only makes you more and more curious as to what else it holds inside, besides characterization and such.

A little peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

Shifting in your already stiff seat, you pull your legs up into a criss-cross position and re-open the journal, ready to try and figure out what everything was in here. You focus on a random page near the center, and quickly become absorbed in deciphering everything out of it. Are these… song lyrics? Alexander Hamilton? Hold on, that name rings a bell… Hamilton, Hamil-wait, that’s the guy on the 10$ bill! He wasn’t a president, right?

Sifting through more pages, you attempt to gather more and more information, but all you come up with is more “Hamilton this” and “Hamilton that”, and some more lyrics for different situations. Although, with the way these songs are aligned, you can totally see a character arc for a musical here and-oh God.

This notebook is a developing musical for a founding father.

That’s a new one.

You stifle a laugh from the realization, trying not to draw anyone’s attention. A musical about a founding father? Who most likely wasn’t even a president? What kind of drug did this guy have to be on to come up with this off-the-wall idea? No wonder he came off as nice when he ran into you at the airport, all crack-jobs are nice when you first run into them.

Might as well humor yourself and read on, you’ve got a miserable hour to go.

But as you pick back up where you left off, you begin to see where this Lin guy was going with this Hamilton stuff. This founding father’s life story is the perfect. Love, angst, tragedy, hardships, lost of death, all wrapped up into song? Critics would eat this up with a spoon. Sure, there’s a lot of hitches and messy parts to some of these songs, but the idea is there.

A certain pair of characters stood out to you a bit more than Hamilton himself did; The sisters, Angelica and Eliza, Angelica specifically. You unintentionally began to flip through the pages, looking for any indication of the name Angelica, wanting to know more about her. Descriptions were scattered here and there as you continued to flip; strong, independent, intellectual equal, sacrificed love, all of these quick details scrawled about.

But then you fell upon a certain song. Well, you couldn’t really call it a song with the way it looked, more like a bunch of lyrics broken up and not really connecting to each other. A bunch of small scenes that didn’t quite have an order yet, if you will. At the top of the page a bunch of titles had been written and scratched right back out, with only one remaining, a think black circle around it with a bunch of question marks, reading “Can I say Something?”.

You begin to read through the setting of the song that was hastily written along the border of the page, getting a basic understanding of how Lin was imagining this scene to be. A whole rewind situation to see a love triangle from the third angle. Alright Mister Lin-Dude, this scene has you intrigued. You feel pretty connected to this Angelica girl, the same independence of hers coursing through your blood as well. Reading on, you try to grasp the concept of the fragmented lyrics, the plot line of it partially coming together. Okay okay, so she fell in love with Hamilton first, but because she loved her sister, Eliza, so much, she let her have him instead? Wow, that’s some serious sisterly love.

Although the idea and concept of the song was well presented, the actual lyrics itself felt like it was missing something; a single word or phrase. Something that left room for interpretation, yet had many levels of meaning to it. Also something that would get more and more tragic sounding as it was said more (because there’s totally a term for that). Convinced, Unannounced, Satisfied, Unspoken, Certain… something along those lines.

You reached for your pencil in the mesh pocket of your bag and brought it down to the paper, halting only centimeters above it. Hold on, Y/N. This isn’t your notebook. This isn’t yours. You can’t go writing at will in it, who knows what kind of trouble that could stir up.

But at the same time, you couldn’t let this criticism go to waste. Maybe this Lin guy needs some “creative help” with his works?

You continue to blankly stare at the page before you, your favorite mechanical pencil teetering against your fingers in anticipation of your decision.

It’s pencil. If he doesn’t want these ideas, he can erase them with ease.

But your little notes don’t seem to just stop there. You subconsciously scribble down little anecdotes and ideas on almost every page. A little note on a line about Hamilton’s son, and how he can be both his “son” and “sun”. A small adjustment to a roasting between Jefferson and Hamilton, making Jefferson claim to have written “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”, when Jock Locke had actually written them, giving him the effect of “underhanded”. Just simple notes and suggestions here and there, nothing major.

Well, if it hadn’t been an hour’s worth of suggestion writing, it may have been considered “small”. Yet, here you are, an hour later, being told by the overhead speaker to fasten your seatbelt for the landing in St. Louis.

You need to learn to control your writing needs, Y/N.

Setting your feet back on the floor you re-buckle, ready to get off of this airplane and back onto solid ground. Sure, you weren’t scared of heights or anything, but you really were just itching to figure out where your notebook was, and how you could get it back. Had Lin done the same thing to your notebook that you had done to his? Nah, there’s nothing good enough to deal with in it anyway. Three years of work on your musical and there’s not much to show for it, in all honesty.

The buckling of the wheels hitting the runway underneath of airplane jars you back into the present. The endless amount of more runways and nothingness outside of your window already gives you a nostalgic feeling of being back home, a smile growing on your face from the mere feeling of it. The captain’s voice rings out on the overhead speaker, announcing that all of you were now in St. Louis, and how you were able to exit to the airport now.

You waste no time in high-tailing it to the exit to gather yourself a bit before returning to your hometown. Your best friends from high school were supposed to be there to pick you up, but you had no idea where they were. In Heinz sight, you probably should’ve told them your exit instead of just “meet me at the airport”, but that couldn’t be helped now.

Fishing your phone from your pocket, you flip off airplane mode and allow for it to set in your hand for a minute, waiting for the few text messages and Snapchat’s to roll in. And they do.

But they don’t stop.

Confused, you watch the notifications bombard your lockscreen, each of them burying the other so quickly you can’t even read them. A solid minute rolls by before it finally ends, the most recent being a text from your hometown friends, Karsen and Colin.

TEXT FROM: 🚗🌞 Karsen
-“Y didn’t u tell me dat u were Twitter famous child!!!!!!”

TEXT FROM: 📞📥 Colin
-“You better check your Twitter before Kar has a heart attack.”

Utterly puzzled, you open your Twitter (after turning off the notifications, dear lord) and stare at the little blue bubble over your notifications button. You didn’t even know that number could be so high. Clicking the little bell icon, you furrow your eyebrows at everything cluttering your box. You knew none of these people, not a single one. Why were they-oh.

Oh.

Every single tweet had your handle, and one other person’s.

@Lin_Manuel.

A flood of both relief and worry wash over you as you click on the familiar name, taking in his entire profile page. Seems like it’s Lin. The profile picture looks like him, at least. Scrolling past his most recent tweets, you search for the earliest mention with your Twitter handle.

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Okay, I found her account everybody, it’s @(Y/H/N), please bombard her with love for her work, even though you don’t know what it is yet”

Wait, why is he talking about your works?

You scroll further into his history, seeing the progression of his tweets backwards.

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“God I need to know who Y/N is. This is totally a romcom movie plot line, with the mystery and beauty of it”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“That was a true roller coaster of emotions. I need to see this I theaters now, Y/N.”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Oh thank god Leila and Adam got back together I was hoping this would be a happy ending”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Oh no. Now the best friends have got to do all the work to get the lovers that don’t think they like each other back together. Classic”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Planning a fake fight always leads to bad things, Adam”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“LEILA YOU LOVE ADAM DONT TRY TO HIDE IT HROUGH YOUR WRITING LIKE ME”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“ADAM WHY ARE YOY CARRYING THAT WITH YOU”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“WHAT?! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM OFF?! You wound me Y/N, you really do”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Ooo, Adam has such a sad backstory. Of course he gets the Sappy But Still Loved Character Award from me”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“I relate to Leila on an emotional level. An aspiring writer with a bit of a sad past and social issues? Sign me up”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“I’ve only read the basic plot she has written in the front and in already in love”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Every single one of you are going to be subjected to me live-tweeting about this story she has-best part?-ITS A MUSICAL”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Wow does she have some seriously good shit in this notebook. Way better than mine. Maybe I’ll just keep it for myself…”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“-and long story short I now have a mysteriously beautiful and talented woman’s notebook.”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Apparently we have the same notebook though. Or, better yet, our notebooks are identical, and we somehow managed to swap them”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“And we both dropped out notebooks that we write in during the collision, so being nice people, picked them up and gave them back to each other”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Not only was she pretty and super nice, I looked like a total jerk running into her. Literally ran over her.”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“FUNNY STORY: So you guys know how I’m super clumsy and I run into almost anything ever? Well I ran into a girl at the airport just now”

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME OF YOUR BOYFRIEND?!” A familiar voice shouts from across the way, her voice just as loud as you remember it. Karsen’s blond hair bounces towards you and you’re wrapped up in a death-grip hug from her. “Why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?! We made a promise to tell each other about that stuff!” She yells in your ear, squealing in both delight and frustration.

“Yeah, you’ve got some s'plainin’ to do, Y/N.” Colin laughs from behind Karsen, his usual smirk plastered on his lips like it always use to be. “Gee, thanks for the warm welcoming you two. No really, I appreciate it.” You remark, sarcasm dripping from your voice as you stuff your phone back into your pocket, not wanting to focus on anything back in New York right now.

“No but really, who’s the guy that’s making you soon-to-be-verified on Twitter?” Colin breathes, running a hand through his styled and swoopy hair. “Yeah! I wanna know all about your boyfriend!” Karsen quietly screams, her movements giddy with excitement. “Not my boyfriend, I can tell you that much.” You laugh, following them out of the airport.

How were you going to explain this situation, actually?

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If you wanna ask me about the musical the reader is writing, feel free to!

What am I to you? PART 4

When your heart got ripped out, wonho tried his best to heal it. And somehow he managed it that you felt safe again. Just as you began to fall in love with him, the man you loved the most appeared. 

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

Originally posted by wonhontology

Originally posted by monbeboo

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zombie apocalypse voltron au part 1

in honor of the walking dead season 3 getting released the other day or so. i will write angsty headcannons ft the voltron crew. and possible reader. Part one will center around Lance because I realized I was writing a lot for him and decided to spilt it into parts.

It’s summer when the outbreak happens. Lance lives in Arizona, he’s seventeen at the time.

Lance

  • Lance was celebrating his youngest sister’s, Elizabeth, sixth birthday when his tio came running into the house, his smoking break cut short. Yelling at everyone to turn on the television. Lance was curious, because his tio was very determined to get a smoke in and wouldn’t cut it short for something stupid. So immediately he had everyone’s attention.
  • Lance’s mom cut on the tv and changed it to the news channel. The news anchors were talking about a weird disease outbreak that was affecting the recently deceased. They were told to stay indoors for now and lock the doors. The whole family was unsure what to do or think, the party was cut short and everyone went home. No one went past the fence to see what was on the other side. The neighborhood was eerily quiet and that lasted a few more days until Lance’s dad decided it was time to leave.
  • They were running low on food and he was going to go to the grocery store and visit Lance’s uncle. They waited anxiously for around two hours and then Lance’s dad came running into the house holding his neck, blood seeping through his fingers. They immediately all rushed to him, and his mother was cleaned the wound and trying to calm his dad down.
  • His dad told them about how the grocery store was completely abandoned along with the roads. It’s like everyone had ran away, it was a ghost town. So he went to his brother’s home and there was blood on the doorsteps, and that immediately caught his attention so be rushed inside to see if his brother was okay. His brother was on the ground hugging his knees, blood all over him. He reached down to help him up and was immediately attacked. His dad was trying to push him off but he was stronger then him. But he bit into his neck. His dad just remembers pushing him off of him and running back into the car.
  • Lance doesn’t know what to think. He’s shaking a little and his little sister, Elizabeth tugs on his sleeve and asks him what’s happening. He doesn’t even know what to say, and he responded truthfully, that he doesn’t know. His dad and mom go to their room to talk privately about what’s happening.
  • He doesn’t see them for the rest of the night.
  • Him and his older sister Gabriel have to make dinner and keep the younger two, Elizabeth and Andre from bothering their parents and keep them quiet. Lance wonders if the oldest out of all of them, Alex is okay.
  • At one point in the night Lance thinks he hears screaming and something slamming into the ground in the next room. But he blames it on his over reactive imagination.
  • He awakes to screaming the next morning. He immediately shoots up from the bed and runs into the other room to find his sister on the ground clutching her hand as blood slowly seeps from the wound. She’s sobbing and yells at Lance to run away with the others.
  • Lance hears her loud and clear but he still makes his way towards the room. Immediately upon entering his mother and father jump on top of Gabriel and she’s screaming. Andre and Elizabeth are sobbing and screaming. Lance yells at them to stay back.
  • His sister manages to push the two off and she yells at Lance. He tries to rush in but she pushes him back. She tells him to shut the door and leave with the kids immediately. To find their other family members. She slams the door shut.
  • All he can hear is screaming and the sound of flesh tearing. He slides down the door and brings his knees to his chest and chokes out a sob. His siblings are shaking and run towards him. He has blood on his shirt. He’s shaking and tears are running down his face.
  • The screaming stops after what seems like forever. He can hear groaning coming from the other side. The three of them stay huddled together sobbing and shaking quietly for an hour after it all happened. Lance can’t let his little brother and sister get hurt.
  • He stands up slowly and tells them to grab a backpack and pack only what they need. They are before 1pm, before nightfall. They nod and slowly get up to do so.
  • Lance heads to his room, he cleans the blood off of him and cleans his face. He throws off the bloody shirt, he can’t even look at it. He grabs a backpack and packs a few extra pairs of clothes. Some small items that hold a special meaning to him. Family photos. Essential things. He then goes into the kitchen and packs the remaining food and grabs water bottles. His siblings come into the room bags packed and dressed out of their pajamas.
  • Lance tells them to sit on the couch for a minute while he does some last things. He grabs a pen and paper and begins writing, “My mother, father, and sister are in this room. Please don’t hurt them.”. He tapes it to the bedroom door and even goes as far as to go out back and grab planks of wood and puts it over the door. To make sure that they don’t break down the door.
  • He picks up the house phone and he knows that the line went down a few days ago but he just wants to try one more time before they leave. He dials his big brother’s number, of course nothing goes through. He lets out a sigh and grabs the car keys and motions for his siblings to follow.
  • He tries reassuring his little brother and sister that he will make sure that they are okay and he won’t let anything happen to them. He locks the door and looks at his childhood home one last time. His eyes start watering again but he turns around an heads for the SUV.
  • He fumbles around for a minute trying to find a map and eventually finds one. He decides to head to the next town over. It would take about an hour to get there. The car ride there is quiet and gloomy. The roads are empty and the sun is already starting to set.
  • The next town isn’t any better, he does find one person. A middle aged man, who lost everyone the first two days. The man calls the disease infected dead Muertos a simple name but Lance knows what it means. The man’s name is David and he tells them that he’s heading towards the South. It gets cold down there and there’s less people so maybe they didn’t catch the outbreak.
  • Lance decides that that is where they’ll go. Even if there is a tiny chance that the outbreak didn’t reach down there then he’s willing to take that risk. As long as his siblings will be okay. The man ask if they have a weapon and Lance realizes that he never brought one. He shakes his head slowly and the man kindly offers a 9mm pistol and two boxes of ammo. Lance refuses to take it, the man says that he has a whole bag full of ammo and that he’ll be fine. He tells that he will need it to protect his siblings and himself, the world has already gone to hell and it’s only been two weeks since this all happened. He also points Lance in the direction of a Hunting store that has a lot of weapons and ammo, and says that he should go there before heading out. Lance thanks him and gives a a few cans of food as thanks. They spilt ways and wish each other luck and safety.
  • Lance keeps Elizabeth and Andre close by his side he holds the gun tightly in his hand. He’s shot a gun before, he lives in the Southwest so of course he knows how to use one. He doesn’t want to use it though and prays that he never has to. They walk down the quiet and abandoned streets towards the hunting supply store. Seems like most of the supplies has been stolen. But he manages to find a few good things. Three hunting knives, he hands one to both his siblings telling them to only use in case of an emergency and when he’s not around. He finds another 9mm pistol hidden under a pile of cardboard and he finds more ammo. He takes whatever food is left and quickly leaves to get back on the road.
  • The first three months went by well, they encountered only nice people and traded things. They had just entered Texas, which it was slow progress but he didn’t want to rush anything or push the kids too hard. They also encountered a few Muertos but Lance learned that they were slow and the three were able to outrun. Andre turned eleven during those three months and they made the best birthday they could with the situation. Lance was even able to find a action figure that Andre was talking about before this all happened.
  • Their luck ran out when they encountered two older men. The two men held both of siblings at gun point demanding for Lance to hand over everything and he’d let them live. Lance couldn’t do that, it put the three in a lot danger. They got a few good punches on Lance. But one of them slipped and that was Lance’s opportunity. He didn’t know what came over him but he ran for his gun and shot both of them dead. He was shaking and sobbing, he didn’t want to kill anyone. His siblings were the one comforting him. They left that area immediately.
  • Another month went by before they met another guy just as they were about to leave Texas. He was around Lance’s age, his name was Hunk. He was kind and asked if he could tag along with Lance. Lance hesitantly agreed to let Hunk tag along, he somehow trusted someone he barely met and so did his siblings. The three of them and Hunk immediately clicked. It was nice having someone else, Hunk was much bigger and stronger then Lance. Hunk was much more mature and observant then Lance. The group headed towards Tennessee.
Reggie x Reader: To Hell and Back (One Shot)

(A/N: ANOTHA ONE this is honestly one of my faves will possibly make a series but a slight chance only since I love the air of mystery around it)

WARNING: FUCKED UP CHARACTERS, DEATH, INAPPROPRIATE SEX LOCATION, (slight?) smut, BLOOD A LOT OF BLOOD, gore(?), mental illness, violence, bullying

Plot: The one where they all feared the wrong monster.

Reggie was not angry.


You see, angry would be synonymous to feelings and Reggie does not have feelings.


Well, not usually.


So, yes, Reggie Mantle was not angry – but by God, did he look like it.


With his seemingly permanently furrowed brow, tense physique, and gloomy – borderline looming, aura he looked like he would murder anyone who would dare as much as breathe in his direction. 


It wasn’t that unlikely.


Considering the many serious, almost grave, injuries the opposing players would gain from the many ‘unintentional’ and definitely unnecessary force Reggie seems to give in to his defense and offense on any game causing so much wins since most of the opponents would nearly just part ways when he was holding the ball out of fear. Not to mention, the rumors of many unrecorded fights and mysterious wounds he seems to get on different parts of his body every week.


On instinct, and for the sake of their survival, the students of Riverdale High parted like the Red Sea for the path Reggie decided to take.


Among those, was you, plain, old, normal you. 


The you who just wanted to graduate in peace and not cause any mark on any wall in this institution.


Unfortunately, you may have accidentally lit a firework when you caught the attention and, dare you might say it, affections of the none other than untouchable Reggie Mantle.


“Hello, dove,” he muttered, only loud enough for the both of you to hear, as he trapped you in a random wall, just beside your locker. “, aren’t you just beautiful today.”


You blushed, shifting your weight from one foot to another, still not used to his compliments even two years of pursuit and a year of a relationship.  “Thank you, Reggie,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss the side of Reggie’s lips as a proper greeting making Reggie’s lips twitch into a smile, a smile which you did not miss. “Walk me to class?”


The whole town, even you’re parents, thought of you as crazy when you decided to give the resident nightmare a chance. The judging stares and hushed whispers – the ones, Reggie had threatened to silence in the most violent ways – were more than enough to give you the impression of their distaste


Not that you cared, this was your relationship, not theirs.


And this was your Reggie, not theirs.


You knew him – the real him. 


The Reggie who broke another child’s finger when you were seven because the said bully has kicked down the sandcastle you worked so hard for. The Reggie who threatened to cut a grown man’s filthy tongue, making a very pretty straight bloody line with his small blade across the said tongue to prove that he was far from joking, when he cat-called you when he thought no one was watching. The Reggie who – despite some discomfort considering you were mere strangers then – hugged you and calmed you down after your parents decided to break the news of their divorce to you. 


The Reggie who managed to break your walls down and crush your doubts with his bloody and bruised hands through his persistent hunt for your heart. The wilted flowers, random compliments, and ‘just because’ trinkets was enough to melt your heart and, as your mother would like to call it, sell your soul to the devil.


Every town had their cliches and Riverdale was made out of it. 


So of course they had to have an incompatible couple: the beauty and the beast, the yin and yang, the angel and the demon.


All of the cringey titles were bestowed upon the both of you and you did your best to ignore it – or at least try not to roll your eyes.


If you looked at the both of you in their eyes: hulking figure and gracious curves, tanned scarred skin and flawless smooth exterior, wildly menacing aura and harmless almost innocent ambiance – you could’ve almost agreed.


But they got it wrong.
They got it all so wrong.


Reggie was not the devil, he wasn’t danger – you were.


Reggie was their salvation in disguise.


Because if it wasn’t for Reggie they would’ve had to face an evil that would make their nightmares feel like wistful daydreams. They would then have to realize that sometimes the plainest sheltered girls have the most fucked up minds – fucked up enough for them to mistake a deer’s carcass as an assault from a wolf instead of a knife attack from a pent up and frustrated sixteen year old who just got in between a messy divorce. 


Or think of a ginger boy’s corpse as a murder orchestrated by the Southside Serpents instead of a homicide committed by a victim of extremely subtle high school bullying.



“(Y/N), what have you done …”
Reggie was panting, startled to see the only person who mattered to him laughing and punching a stiff body of a classmate while a handgun was abandoned two feet away.


“… I told him to stop”
you could barely whisper, body shaking so badly from glee, fear, or satisfaction – you weren’t sure. “I begged him, Reggie! But he … they … if it wasn’t for Archie …”

“(Y/N) …”

“Go, Reggie!” you screamed, and Reggie saw the one thing that attracted him to you start to leak out from your eyes – your darkness. It was clear as day even with the tears and sobs that mixed with it. You finally cracked. 


“If they see you … they will blame you,”
you whispered, cradling the side of his face with your cracked nails and bloodied palms, making a sticky red mark on his cheeks that made him insanely more beautiful to your eyes. You were shaking and this time truly saddened because you knew it would be a while, if not forever, before you would get to see his face again.


“Go.”
You whispered, halfheartedly pushing him. He swiftly caught your hand and kissed the inside of your wrists, seemingly not minding the goo that dripped down there that stuck to the side of his lips, with a smile.


“You’re not getting rid of me that fast, dove.” He gave the corpse a glance almost too calmly. “Now, let’s go clean up this mess, okay?”

“But I …” you managed to close your hanging mouth. You pointed a shaky figure at the corpse of Jason Blossom, a satisfying red gaping hole in his head.

“I killed him.” You reminded him, wondering if he actually somehow overlooked the carcass in his eyes.


“I know.”


He stepped closer, you stepped back.


“This is not your problem, Reggie. Go, I don’t want you to be –“


Your ongoing ‘stepping close-stepping back’ battle was one by Reggie as he caught your arm and pulled you closer to him, chest by chest sharing the same breathe kind of close.


“I don’t owe this town – or fucking Golden Boy shit, and I love you,” his familiar confession – one you have heard about a hundred times from his mouth still caused your breath to hitch and your eyes to water. “, you know that.”

“I love you too, Reggie … so much,” you gripped his white shirt dirtying it up further and buried your sobs in it. “, but that’s exactly why you need to leave. I can’t drag you in this mess I created, Reg. I refuse to.”


You could barely make up the smirk that grew on Reggie’s face from your confession you could’ve almost fooled yourself to think it was an illusion but the kiss that followed afterwards definitely wasn’t. The breath taking and mind boggling kiss that was more tongue and teeth than what was considered proper – but you and Reggie were way past that. In that moment the last thing on your mind was proper.


So you let your need win.


You let Reggie pull you up, legs automatically wrapping on his hips and hands leaning on his shoulder for support as you snaked your bloodied hands on his perfect hair swallowing his small groan when you pulled at it. You let him trap you in between his body and a random tree that pricked your back through your thin and stained sundress as he grounded his arousal in your dripping core making you release undoubtedly loud moans that echoed throughout the woods.


He easily tore the thin sleeve of your dress, causing one of your breasts to be exposed to the cold breeze for a second before his mouth was warming you up; sucking and marking, teeth biting hard enough to make it hurt but gentle enough to throw a shot of pleasure in your spine.


You let Reggie in, physically and emotionally because if someone were to understand – it was Reggie.


You kept it from him at first, afraid that the man who had your heart would dash the moment he got a peek of your dark and twisted mind. That he only loved who you showed to the world – the perfect, clean cut (Y/N) that would never hurt a fly.


But you were wrong.


Because as much as he loved your pretense of innocence he also loved the darker, broken, and vicious version of you – not despite it but because of it.


And nothing felt more satisfying when he was deep inside of you, the first and last person to do so, feeling every ridge and length as you rocked back and forth in a harmonious pace even after two orgasms, never wanting to forget the feeling as he whispered sweet soothing words in your shoulders while the continuous sensitivity of every part of your body – the twitching and small shots of pain as a clue – screamed in protest. But you couldn’t bother to stop not when you were too busy studying and memorizing his scent; not when his hands and lips were roaming everywhere, leaving no patch untouched and not when he was looking up at your eyes as if you weren’t something to be feared or controlled – as if your broken facade was more beautiful than any creation God created in his green Earth.


You were all dark, no stars – Reggie couldn’t have asked for more.




“… me back to class?”


Reggie couldn’t help but feel elated at the sudden memory of the fateful day that tied your soul together.


A promise of forever – a beginning, marked by the death of another that would cause the secrets and darkness of Riverdale that they have graciously denied and hidden from each other to start leaking out to the light.


He smiled, taking your hands and kissed the back of your palms twice– thrice, never breaking eye contact.


“I’ll go anywhere for you, darling.”


“To hell and back?” you teased because you knew it would earn you an eye-roll and a kiss. He knew that you knew that he would do anything for you but he decided to play with your little game anyway, leaning down and catching your lips with his for a small kiss knowing you were never one for PDA.


“It would be a pleasure, my dove.”

Spiderman One Shot: I’m Always Here For You.

Prompt: You’re struggling to study for a major test when Peter surprises you with a visit.


You stare down at the booklet lying in front of you, the pages neatly spread apart over your bedroom desk. Pens, pencils, scrunched up pieces of paper and textbooks litter the now not so empty spaces of your room. You take in a breath and realise the air is quite stale, how long has it been since you started?

You get up from your desk chair, still eyeing the booklet as you make your way over to the window, and then slide the window upwards to let in some fresh air. You feel like a mess. A total, crying, blubbering mess. Your eyes are still red from the almost breakdown you had earlier, and every time you make eye contact with your homework you feel it bubbling up inside you again; a sense of helplessness.

You stretch for a moment before sighing and plodding yourself back into the squeaky desk chair. You spin around, tempted to just turn on your laptop instead and watch Netflix… but you know you have to try again otherwise you’ll just panic in the middle of the test – that’s the absolute last thing you want to happen.

You slide closer to the desk and open up a textbook while looking through the topic that you’re stuck on. You don’t understand why you just don’t get it, everyone else in your class seems to be doing okay with it. And you’re not usually one to struggle with something for this long, usually you figure it out before any real damage can be done. But it’s the last night before the test and you haven’t gotten anywhere all weekend.

Your phone buzzes, and while you usually have it on silent, you notice the lit up screen tells you that you’ve received a message from Peter, one of your close friends from school.

Parker: You at home?

You look away from the text and get back into reading the chapter you started, it’s probably somewhat rude of you to ignore a text from Peter but you’re pretty sure he would understand. Especially since he does the same thing most of the time.

Parker: Hello?

You look at your mobile once again and frown, honestly, he should know better. You pick up the phone, turn it on silent, and then shove it deep into one of your desk drawers. You shake your head as you try to find your place when a sudden voice from behind you makes you jump.

“Don’t put me in a drawer!”

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Reunited - Three

A/N: Part three. Thank you all for your feedback on this, you guys are awesome. Also thanks to my beta, @thorne93 and my buddies @hanny-writes-spn and @melonshino for agreeing to be my testers. I love you all.

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Rose (OFC)

Warnings: Language, Fluff. Multiple POV’s

Wordcount: 2408

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Jensen’s POV.

“So you’re having dinner with a girl?” Jared asked, having a hard time understanding his friend’s rambling.

“No, Jared. The girl. Remember the one I told you about? (YN)? We were together all through high school,” Jensen reminded his friend. He had put his phone on speaker so that he could keep unpacking as he spoke on the phone. Jared was still living in LA, but he was searching for a home in Austin as well.

“How in the hell did you manage that?” 

Jensen had talked to Jared about you a few times over the past years and even if Jensen hadn’t come right out and said it, Jared could tell that he missed you a lot.

“I don’t know, and I’m not gonna dwell on that now. I’m cooking her dinner tonight, just to talk and get to know each other again,” he said excitedly. “You should have seen her, man. She looks so beautiful.”

“Dude, you’re being all mushy. I can’t talk to you when you’re like this,” he teased.

“Fine. You’re still coming next weekend right, for my housewarming?”

“I’ll be there early on Thursday, see you then.”

And with that the call ended, and Jensen could focus all his energy on getting his kitchen done. He didn’t really have much left, just a few pots and pans and then he would have to go shopping.

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Iris (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Originally posted by arabellawrites

Love is a simple four letter word, but that didn’t stop it from being so damn complex. The entire prospect of love wound you up until your eyes formed hearts and your stomach resembled butterflies. Love made your cheeks stain red and heart beat twice as fast. Love pained deep down to your gut when you knew it wasn’t mutual.

You happened to fall in love with the most complex of men, Matthew Murdock. He withheld such a difficult beauty that trapped him in four walls that he kept up to most people. Except you. He opened up to you so calmly. In fact, you were one of the first to know about his vigilante alias. He trusted you to accept this second persona, as crazy and dangerous as it is.

And you did, you accepted the fact that he couldn’t just sit back and let his city be ripped apart. To be honest, if you had the same abilities that he possessed, you would do the same thing. Matt was as blind as grass was green, but that didn’t stop him from doing good in the world. The world needed some good.

With loving him, came many consequences that kept you in disarray. Undeniably, there was always a bubble of threat around your life. There as always something to protect you from. You were also the only one he trusted to cater for his injuries despite the fact that you were just a pianist.

So, when Matt showed up at your doorstep in the middle of the night, full to the brim of bruises and blood, you knew what you needed to do.

You shuffled towards your front door, clad in your sweats, tank top and fluffy socks, preparing yourself for the sight. It all got a lot worse when you actually saw him. His suit had a small tear in the lower torso, hinting that he was shot.

“I need your help,” He groaned, his hand pushing pressure on his badly wounded torso.

“I think these are a bit out of my reach, do you want me to call Claire? Or even Foggy?”

Matt winced as he shook his head, attempting to stand up straight from leaning on your wooden door frame, “Claire means hospitals, hospitals mean a revelation. I just need your help and a steady pair of hands.“

He hooked his arm around your shoulder and you slowly led him over to the bed in your stylish studio apartment. When he finally lowered down onto the white sheets, you quickly reached up and pulled your hair into a messy ponytail before shoving as many towels as you could find onto the bed, to minimise the bleeding.

“I can’t do this, Matt. Please, let me call Claire,” You protested, rushing off to grab a first aid kit.

“(Y/N), you can do this, okay? I will talk you through it, but please get this goddamn bullet out of me,” He begged, hand finding yours and giving it a squeeze. Sweat was merging with blood on his forehead, pooling in the creases of his furrowed forehead. As your gaze quickly shifted to his, you noticed his eyes beginning to droop closed.

“No no no no, stay with me for this. You’ve gotta stay awake, Matty.”

He just nodded weakly, lacing his bruised fingers in the fabric of your white bedsheets, “Tweezers, (Y/N). You need tweezers to- ah!- dig into the wound and get the bullet out.”

You grabbed the long tweezers, lowering them to hover over his wound, your once shaking hands now somewhat still despite being as nervous as hell, “Right.”

Matt took your free hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as you took a deep breath, pushing the tweezers into his bullet-hole. First he let out a low hiss, squinting in pain. Then, he began screaming. His hands clung to the sheets, his bruised face crumpled up in agony. His screaming drew to an end when you had successfully retrieved the bullet and all metal had been removed from his body. Sewing up and cleaning the wound was no problem to either of you.

That was three hours ago.  The pair of you were on the sofa- the only sound being the washing machine that was washing your bloody sheets and the clock, ticking four-am. You sat, criss-crossing your legs and running your hand through his dark head of hair, which was in your lap.

You wanted to sleep, but had too much adrenaline to do so. Matt wanted, and needed, to stay awake, but his energy failed him.

You had placed your mug of tea on the coffee table and sat back on your sofa when he had risen from his spot in the bed, shuffling over to you.

In the process of moving to curl up on the couch with the potential love of his life, he hit his shin on the glass coffee table in your open plan lounge. “Shit!”

“Jeez, that tables been there for years.” You spoke through a quiet chuckle, standing up to help him.

Matt laughed weakly, allowing you to lead him onto the couch where he (slowly) collapsed into your lap, “(Y/N), i’m blind.”

“Woah, no way! Really?” You teased, “How many fingers am i holding up?” You didn’t bother to actually hold your hand up, just trailed your fingertips over Matts forehead and hairline.

“Did you seriously just ask a blind guy how many fingers you were holding up?”

“Yeah. Deal with it,” You smiled softly, hands moving to push through his hair, nails barely scraping on his scalp. The strands of his brown hair weaved around your fingertips and you fiddled with it softly, bringing the conversation to a close. The silence remained lingering for a few minutes, but not at any point did it become awkward. It was comforting to hear your heartbeat, and soft breathing.

Matt was the one who broke it, “Will you sing to me?” He asked.

“Sing?” You murmured, running your thumb over his cheekbone, “What’d you want me to sing?”

He just shrugged gently, his hands folded on his stomach, over where his bullet wound was. You took a quiet breath, your voice clear and warm through the cold room and late of the night.

And I’d give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow,” You started tentatively, pulling the sleeves of your cardigan down to cover your hands before carrying on, “You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t want to go home right now.”

Matt had closed his eyes, yet he didn’t fall asleep. He was listening to your voice, admiring it, indulging in it. “And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life, and sooner or later it’s over. I just don’t wanna miss you-”

You looked down at him, the bags beneath his eyes that were barely recognisable under all of the cuts and bruises that scattered his face like constellation. You looked down at him, the adams-apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed, mind drowning in thoughts of you. You looked down at him, realising something. Something pivotal, something beautiful. You were in love.

“-tonight.”

Matt was in love too. In love with the undeniable care you held for him. In love with the voice, with the laughing and the crying. In love with the beauty inside you that even a blind man could see clearly. He was in love with. He was in love with you.

And I don’t want the world to see me, cause I don’t think that they’d understand. When everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

So maybe right then on that day, in that very moment, it would have been the perfect time to kiss. She would blush and he would smile and then they’d fall asleep until eleven am, wrapped up in each others arms. That’s not what happened, not then anyway. It was four thirty when he fell asleep shortly after her song, in her freshly made bed. It was five thirty when she finally fell asleep, tucked under a blanket on her sofa. It was eleven am when they woke, but their kiss never came until another week and a half of events.

That’s a different story.

Fresh Start - Part 11

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Joe West, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon

Words: 2501

Warnings: none I think

Request: none

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Note: hello! I know there is no way to say how sorry I am and there’s no way to make it right for all this time. I really am sorry. As some of you may know Im at college and I’ve been doing exams the past month and I’ve been completely disconnected from Tumblr since it was a big distraction I can’t afford. Somehow  I’ve managed to finis this chapter which I hope you like if you’re still interedted n the series! My last exam is tomorrow so I’ll have some time off until Friday but Iwill be off during the weekened again because on Saturday is my graduation but I think next week I will be here again so thank you so much for your patience and I’m sorry for all this time without any update!


Originally posted by chubbycubbins

MASTERLIST


That night you weren’t able to sleep. That sound The Flash has made really got stuck in your head. It sounded like Barry but that was impossible. Barry Allen couldn’t be the scarlet superhero, it just didn’t make sense. Plus, he would have told you right? You were his girlfriend after all and being a superhero was kind of a big deal. He wouldn’t keep something like that from you.

But what if he did?

At 4 a.m. you just couldn’t stay in bed any longer so you got up, made some coffee and sat at the table with your laptop to start digging now about Barry. You felt bad doing this. Asking him would be easier but you knew he would never tell you anything. He would just tell you to stop searching and that wasn’t an option.

Looking into Barry turned out to be even more frustrating than looking into The Flash. He was just a guy working for the CCPD, there was nothing about him except some news about some police cases in which he collaborated. Nothing else. When the sun was already up in the sky you were just exhausted but it was then when you found something you didn’t expect to find: Barry Allen was struck by a lightning the night the particle accelerator exploded.

When you read that, you changed your searching pattern and searched information about that night and about the boy who was struck by lightning. Indeed, that had been Barry and he had been in a coma for months. Apparently, when the accelerator exploded he was working in his lab. After a time of being treated at the hospital, STAR Labs took him in to take care of him and it was there where he woke up six months later. According to all the sources, he felt fine when he woke up, like nothing ever happened and he just went back to his life.

That was weird. He got struck by a fucking lightning and no side effects? Nothing? You could have kept on digging but you knew there was only one person that could answer your new questions and he wasn’t going to be happy about them. You got up from the chair, feeling sore after all those hours sitting down, and took a shower, got dressed and headed towards Barry’s house, ready to question him once and for all. He knew something about The Flash, you knew it, you felt it, and he was going to tell you what he knew.

Fifteen minutes later you parked in front of Barry’s house. After taking a deep breath, you got off the car, locked it and headed towards the door. You had to admit you were a bit nervous when you knocked. Barry wasn’t going to like it when he knew you had been investigating him but you really needed to get to the bottom of this. You just couldn’t let it go now.

“(Y/N)! What a nice surprise” Joe said with a warm smile when he opened the door.

“Morning, Mr West” you smiled back.

“Oh please, call me Joe and come in. We were just having breakfast so you can join us” he said stepping aside so you could walk in.

“Thanks Joe” you smiled walking in and looking around. You loved this place. It looked so familiar, so cosy, so…home.

“How’s everything at college?” He asked leading you towards the dining room where Barry was. “Look who showed up for breakfast” he announced.

Barry looked up from his phone and immediately he smiled before getting up. It looked like he just got up since his hair was all messy and he was wearing his pj’s. He was adorable.

“What are you doing here?”  He smiled wrapping his arms around you.

“I came to…” for a moment you considered just telling him but you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Joe so you just looked at Barry and pecked his lips. “I wanted to have breakfast with you” you shrugged.

“Then join us” he smiled pecking your lips again. “I can assure you Joe’s pancakes are the best in town” he winked while you took a seat.

“He’s lying” Joe said. “They’re the best in the country” he added making you laugh.

“They do smell like they are” you laughed. “Where’s Iris?” You asked curious.

“She had to go to the paper this morning” Joe shrugged. “News never rest apparently”

he joked making you smile. It had been such a long time since you had a breakfast like this one. Back in Star City everything was too messy and busy to have such things like family breakfast. And you really missed them. You could remember those times at the old Queen mansion, before your dad and Oliver went missing, when the five of you used to sit all together to have breakfast almost every day. You used to think it was a bit boring and dull but now you would give everything you had just to enjoy one more breakfast with your family.

When you were finished, you insisted on cleaning up the table, ignoring Joe’s and Barry’s protests. It was the least you could do. Once it was done, Joe excused himself saying he had to go to the grocery store so you two sat on the couch.

“Those pancakes really were good” you admitted.

“I know” he smiled at you. “It was really nice having you here” he added stroking one side of your face.

You smiled warmly at him before leaning in to kiss him slowly, just enjoying the taste of his lips for a while, the feeling of his hand on your waist, rubbing it up and down, pulling you closer.

“Actually…” you mumbled pulling away. You had to do what you had come to do. “I wanted to talk to you” you said. He frowned a bit at the sudden seriousness and sat up straight.

“About what?” He asked.

Biting your lip you took your bag and took the new about him you had printed before going out of your apartment. It was the best one you had found about the lightning struck. He took the paper and unfold it to read it. His frown was even bigger as he saw what it was about. Seconds later, he looked up.

“You’ve been looking into me?” He asked.

“I…” you didn’t even know how to explain. Accusing him of being The Flash was just crazy but there was something in your stomach telling you they were connected. “Last night The Flash paid me a visit” you told him. His expression didn’t even change, like he already knew. “Did you have something to do with it?”

“I may have contacted him, yes” he shrugged. “Why look into me?”

“Because…” you bite your lip. “I think you two are connected and then I found this, which you never told me about, and…” with a sigh you closed your eyes. “Okay, I know this is crazy. But are you connected to him? Somehow?”

“The only reason I never told you about this is because it never came up and it’s not something I use to talk about” he shrugged. “But why on earth would I be connected to The Flash?”

“You contacted him last night” you said.

“The police has a way of contact him” he quickly replied. Too quickly.

“That’s bullshit” you snapped and you made him snap too.

“Stop! Stop looking into this! There is no connection! There is nothing connecting me and that guy and the only thing you are going to get is killed, don’t you understand?” He said getting up. You could see how frustrated he was with this. “He’s just a fucking superhero doing his job! Leave him be!”

“You know I won’t” you said getting up as well.

He looked down at you, almost intimidating you by how tall he actually was, but you managed to remain calmed.

“We can have this fight all the times you want, Barry, but I won’t stop until I find the truth. And I will find it” you assured him before taking your bag, the paper from his hand and heading towards the door. “Call me when you accept it” you said before walking out of his house.

Once you left the house, all Barry wanted to do was break something. He was too angry, too frustrated and too worried. He didn’t know what to do anymore. Maybe telling you was the best option but he just didn’t want you involved in that mess. You had a good life and he didn’t want to ruin it.

Since he was going crazy into the house, he got changed real quickly and ran off to STAR Labs, hoping they would be able to help him.

“You have to tell her” Cisco said as soon as Barry exposed the issue.

“I knew you were going to say that” Barry laughed shaking his head.

“It’s the most logical answer” Caitlin shrugged. “What has happened to your previous relationships?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“That’s low” Barry mumbled crossing his arms.

“That’s the true” Caitlin said with a shrug.

“I’m aware that telling her would make this easier but it would also put her in danger” Barry explained.

“She’s more in danger looking into The Flash without any warning” Cisco objected.

“She’s been warned a million times already!” Barry exclaimed.

“But she doesn’t know why she’s been warned. For her, your ‘warnings’ are an overprotective boyfriend move to ‘keep her safe’”, Caitlin said. “There’s no real danger for her” she added.

Barry frowned looking at the friends. They were right. Utterly right but still, he didn’t want to tell you. It was too dangerous.

“What if a new villain comes, finds out about her and attacks her?” Barry asked.

“If she knew you were The Flash, she would be able to call for help” Cisco replied. Right again. With a sigh, Barry shook his head still not knowing what to do even when he knew what was the right thing to do. “Enough of this. Barry, the police needs you” Cisco said looking at his phone. “Robbery in progress” he added. In a second, Barry was into his suit and running out of the laboratory.

Meanwhile, you were back in your apartment. You knew you should be doing some college stuff but you were really getting obsessed with The Flash. You weren’t going to stop until you found out everything about him. He had some explanation left about Black Siren and you were to get it, even if you had to do it all by yourself. You were going through every single web site that talked about The Flash. It didn’t matter if it was just a sentence mentioning him. Everything could be a lead and you needed everything you could find.

“Where do you come from?” You asked yourself. He just appeared out of nowhere but he had to come out from some place. If you found that place, you could go there and wait for him. He would have no way out.

Frustrated, you got up and went to the kitchen to pour yourself another cup of coffee. There had to be some hint, anything trail that lead you to him. He wasn’t a ghost. He was a real person.

“A trail…” you mumbled frowning. “Of course!

”You went back to your laptop and looked for Iris’ blog about him. She used to say there was a lightning trail when he ran somewhere, like it followed him. That was the key. It had to be. Finally you saw some photos and smiled. You couldn’t see him but there was that strike just behind him. If you could find out where that strike started you would find him.

It wasn’t an easy job. You had to find every single photo related to The Flash and put it all together, trying to make a puzzle. Most of them just got lost in random places that made no sense, like Jitters or CCPD. But then, you discovered a new place. One you never thought about and you definitely should have done it. STAR Labs.

It was an article about Harrison Wells. He used to work at STAR Labs. He had been the inventor of the particle accelerator. He worked in STAR Labs. He had treated Barry and he had been interviewed about The Flash a couple of years ago. According to the article, Wells denied any connection to the super hero but admitted he must had been affected by the particles explosion. That was it.

The Flash was connected to STAR Labs. Whoever worked there had the answer you had been looking for.

Immediately, you took your car keys and ran down to your car. There was no time to lose. Luckily, STAR Labs were easy to find: it was a huge ugly building on the other side of the river. Easy to see. When you parked outside of the building and got out of the car you looked around. There was just a car. Nothing else. According to what you read, the Labs had been closed since the accelerator incident so you didn’t expect many people in there.

Finally, you gathered the courage to walk into the building. It looked completely abandoned, like no one had been there in years which was possibly true, but your instinct told you to keep walking. At the end of the hall, you saw an elevator. Would it work? Biting your lip, you pressed the button and soon the doors opened. It looked almost new and it definitely had been used before. There was just a button that would take you to the basement so you pushed it without thinking about it twice.

What you found out of the elevator didn’t look abandoned at all. Someone worked there and you could even hear some voices down the hall which made you nervous. Maybe you were about to meet The Flash.

“Wow, you really were fast this time” a male voice said when you walked in a room where two people were in front of very advanced computers. The guy that had talked turned around in his chair, but his face went pale when he saw you. “Security breach” he said, making the girl on the chair turn as well.

“Oh shit” she said.

Then, there was a strong gust of wind all around you. The guy and the girl didn’t even flinch, like they were used to that but when you saw the scarlet strike running by your side you gasped and looked up. You had it right. But you never expected what you saw.

“Barry?” You whispered when you saw the guy under the hood.

It wasn’t until you said his name that he noticed your presence and, when he did, a billion expressions went through his face in one second: confusion, shock, surprise, anger and finally fear.

“(Y/N)” he mumbled. 

anonymous asked:

Do a McKirk HC out of the last movie you watched (or enjoyed watching).

Passengers AU, with some necessary changes to make it less cringe (can’t say I enjoyed it a lot, but… McKirk, ok)

  • Being abruptly woken up is terrifying. Jim is disoriented; struggling to breathe properly and have his eyes adjust to the light around him. “Welcome, Jim Kirk,” the hologram of a woman rings in his ears, “we hope you’ve slept well. When you’re ready, please find your room on the upper decks. A crew member will be there to assist you, if necessary.” Jim barely takes any of that in. He’s finally awake, though it feels like he went to sleep only a few minutes ago. He steps out of his cryobed and looks around; the other passengers still seemingly asleep, but he doesn’t think about it and instead finds his way to his room. It’s huge, luxurious, with a kingsize bed bigger than he’s ever seen. He’s definitely not complaining, and resists the urge for an immediate nap after having been asleep for so long already. So rather, he showers and gets dressed into something comfortable, then makes his way to the bar.
  • “Where is everybody?” he asks the bartender. “Around, surely,” the bartender replies, “whiskey?” “Yes, please,” Jim says, looking around curiously. When the bartender serves him his drink, Jim takes an eager sip. He’s neither hungry nor thirsty, yet it feels like he hasn’t eaten in years. Which, technically, is true. “So how long until we arrive?” Jim asks curiously. “Oh, 90 years, 2 weeks, and 3 days,” the bartender replies. Jim sips his drink, again, and only then realizes what the bartender is saying. “What?” “90 years, 2 weeks-” “No, I heard,” Jim says, “but what?
  • Initially, being alone isn’t so bad. Jim gets to explore the areas of the ship that are otherwise off limits even to gold members such as himself. But after a few days, it gets boring. The only one he can talk to is his bartender, Scotty, and Scotty’s a robot. After weeks, or months (who knows at this point?), Jim stops caring about his appearance, because he’s alone, anyway. Often walking around naked or in pajamas because it’s comfortable. Often eating in Scotty’s presence so that he has someone to talk to. Stops shaving until he’s got a decent beard. But then, when he wanders around aimlessly in his pajamas, Jim suddenly becomes very aware of a continuous banging on one of the crew doors. And when he peaks through the small window, there’s another guy there. Awake. “Holy shit,” Jim mutters to himself, then tries to open the door from the outside, but to no avail. Not without any proper tools, anyway. So he breaks into the engineering rooms, finding whatever tools he deems useful, and after hours, the door finally breaks. “Oh, thank God,” he hears the other man say, and Jim finds himself pulled into a brief hug, “I thought I was going to starve to death.” “Are you okay?” “No,” the other says, “I woke up way too early. The door to the rest of the ship was locked, I had to live on whatever emergency rations were stashed here just in case, and I ran out nearly 4 days ago.” “Jesus,” Jim says, grabbing the stranger’s arm, “let me take you the canteen, then.”
  • Leonard McCoy, or Bones, is fascinating. A doctor, whose cryobed somehow also malfunctioned, a month or so after Jim’s did. Jim makes sure he’s properly fed, and then just doesn’t leave the guy alone, because Jim’s attention starved. No matter how much he likes Scotty, it doesn’t beat a real human being. And after Bones has showered and slept, and eaten properly, he looks damn handsome, too. Jim starts making an effort again, and takes Bones out on the ship to explore it together. Bones loves the swimming pool and the cinema, and, of course, the bar. He spends a lot of time in the med bay, too, catching up on crew profiles and any recent Earth studies they’ve received.
  • Jim is just completely smitten and doesn’t even know what to do with himself around Bones. Normally, flirting isn’t such a problem, but he feels a bit rusty after so long. So rather, he decides to take him on some romantic date idea. “C'mon,” he says, dragging Bones out of his research on how to put both of them back to sleep. That can wait, after all. He takes Bones to a special airlock, pointing at the astronaut suits. “They have these specially build, with a safety cord,” Jim says, “I went floating outside once to check it out.” “Are you insane?” Bones replies, and that’s… not quite what Jim was expecting. “It’s safe, Bones.” “You’re floating. In space. In a suit with limited oxygen,” Bones stresses, “only connected to the ship with a measly safety cord? Are you crazy?” “I thought it’d be fun,” Jim says. “That’s your definition of fun?!”
  • So, that didn’t work as expected. Jim is a little disappointed Bones doesn’t even want to try it out; and instead has to listen to the other list the dangers of space for what feels like hours. No matter, though, because when they arrive in the bar, Bones’ mood is considerably better. And afterwards, Jim walks him back to his room. He’s never actually been there, and when he does, he knows why. The crew cabins are considerably smaller, and Bones’ room contains at least 4 beds where otherwise other crew members would have slept. “Why are you staying here, man?” Jim asks, “you can have whatever room you want. Come check out mine, maybe it’ll change your mind.” And so he brings Bones to his room. His spacious, split level room with his own bar and cleaning robot. Despite that, though, it’s still incredibly messy, and he can feel Bones’ eyes judge him while Jim hastily cleans up some of his clothes from the floor. “Why do you even need all this space?” Bones asks, and Jim shrugs. “Y'know, to impress a handsome guest coming over,” he says. Bones’ expression softens, and Jim instantly feels more relaxed knowing Bones hasn’t rejected that comment. “Yeah? You always leave your room so messy for your handsome guests to see?” Bones asks, and Jim shrugs lightly. “Only you.” “Oh, I feel so special,” Bones replies. “You should be, because you are,” Jim says. And that works. Because Bones leans in to kiss him, and it’s the most wonderful thing in the world. Or, the second most wonderful thing, because Bones’ hands sneaking under his shirt while they find their way to Jim’s bed is even better.
  • Things get so much better from then on. Because no one is around, that means no one stops them from having sex pretty much anywhere. Jim falls rapidly more in love with this grumpy doctor. But then the ship malfunctions. Apparently, being hit by a meteoroid caused the ship to malfunction, waking Jim and Bones up sooner than expected, and the ship continues to shut down in several places. Lights flicker repeatedly, and after a blaring alarm, they find out the engine is close to overheating.
  • Consulting the engineering manuals, they find out there’s a safety latch outside the ship that can help the engine from overheating, but that requires actually going out there. Bones is already panicking about that before Jim suggests putting on the suit and going out there. The prospect of the whole ship potentially overheating and blowing up is enough of a reason for Bones to let Jim go outside, but only barely so.
  • “Are you okay?” Bones asks into the communication system when he hears Jim struggling outside. “Yeah, zero gravity’s a little difficult to work with,” Jim replies, “the latch is stuck.” “I’m near the engine room,” Bones says, “it doesn’t look good, Jim.” “Way to put more pressure on me. I’m trying my best here,” Jim replies. “Try harder,” Bones says, and Jim huffs. He tugs and pulls at that stupid latch, until it finally opens - and the sudden blast of hot air shooting outside sweeps Jim off his feet. The cord keeping him attached to the ship tightens around his waist, and then snaps. “Bones,” Jim calls out while he’s spinning uncontrollably through space, “Bones, I’m in trouble.” “You did it!” Bones calls out. “Bones,” Jim stresses, “the cord broke, I can’t get back.” “What?” “I can’t get back inside.” “Are you joking?” Bones says. Jim’s quietly panicking, though he tries not to make it sound like he is. “It’s okay,” he says, “I’m almost out of oxygen, I can’t get back. It won’t take long-” “Shut up,” Bones replies, “you’re gonna get back to the ship, okay?” Jim nods, though of course, Bones can’t see that. “Just know that if I can’t– I mean, Bones, you should know–” “Save it,” Bones replies, “no need to mention it. Just get back to the damn ship.” It gets harder to breathe rather quickly, and the constant tumbling around is dizzying, so it doesn’t take long for Jim to just pass out completely.
  • Jim must be dead. Has to be, right? His suit ran out of oxygen. His cord broke. He has to be dead. But when he opens his eyes, he’s back inside the ship. Bones is asleep on a chair next to his bed, though when Jim grunts, Bones instantly wakes up. “How did I get here?” Jim asks, sitting up straight with Bones’ help, who checks out his eyes, takes his temperature - but most importantly, kisses him breathless for a while. “Did you float out into space to save me?” Jim asks, and Bones shrugs. “t Was no big deal. I save your stupid ass all the time.” Jim laughs, cupping Bones’ cheeks and kissing him again. “I love you,” he says. Because it’s true. It’s not because he was on the brink of death. It’s because Bones is the most wonderful human being he’s ever met.
  • “These bio beds,” Bones says, “they have the ability to freeze you and put you back to sleep.” “Seriously?” Jim asks, and Bones nods. “I can put us back under, Jim.” “Both of us, are you sure?” Jim asks carefully, and Bones nods. “I can put us back to sleep, and we should wake up just before our arrival,” Bones says, and so Jim smiles. “Okay,” he says. He watches Bones as he initializes the program on two medical beds (– after all, there would be more than one bed on a ship with over 5000 passengers). Once he’s done, Jim leans in to kiss him. “See you in 89 years?” he asks, and Bones laughs. “Yes, see you soon,” he says, before Jim nods back to sleep in his new bed.
  • Being abruptly woken up is terrifying. Jim is disoriented; again. He feels dizzy when he sits up straight. “Welcome, Mr. Kirk,” a female voice rings again. This time, though, it’s an actual woman talking to him. “My name is Christine Chapel,” she says, “I’ve read in Leonard’s journal that you two’ve had quite a journey. Are you feeling okay?” “Leonard,” Jim says, looking around at the other bed, though it’s empty, “where is he?” For some reason, his mind wanders to their last encounter. What if Bones had put him under and couldn’t get back to sleep himself? What if Bones had to spend all those years alone, and– “Good morning, darlin’,” Bones’ voice calls out to him. Bones is dressed in a white doctor’s outfit, and Jim lets out a relieved sigh. “They wake up crew a month beforehand, figured I’d let you sleep a little longer,” Bones says, leaning in to kiss Jim’s lips softly. Jim lets him linger a little longer, arms around Bones’ shoulders to keep him close. “Are we almost there, then?” Jim asks as Bones helps him up on his feet, and Bones nods. “We’re actually already there. Tomorrow, we’ll descend to the planet.” “A day away from planet Vulcan,” Jim sighs, staring out the giant window in medbay to look at the looming red planet in front of them, “sure beats 89 years.” “Yeah,” Bones says, “though I’d happily do 89 years on a stupid ship with you.”
College!Jeonghan
  • major: architecture 
  • minor: urban studies 
  • sports: bikes to school since he lives in an off campus dorm, that’s the only sports he’s willing to do
  • clubs: neighborhood cleanup volunteer, part-time travel guide on the weekends 
  • jeonghan’s interest in architecture comes from the fact that he likes to draw but he can’t draw people for anything??? like he wanted to do fine arts but the best portrait he can do is a circle with two dots for eyes??? but when it comes to fine line work and detail WELL THEN 
  • and like he spent most of high school biking to and from school and he still does so in college and whenever he would pass through the streets he’d always admire the buildings and the houses and the array of colors and shapes 
  • his favorite places are churches and museums because there architecture is always the most beautiful and he’ll literally spend hours sitting on the steps outside of them sketching different parts of the structure from different angles and like once he was like “mingyu lets go to the museum!” and mingyu was like yeah sure but then ??? jeonghan just sat himself down in front of the museum and took out this sketchpad and mingyu’s like ??? hyung the arts inside ?? and jeonghan was like NO u fool the art is the building duh 
  • mingyu: ????????????
  • is famous on campus for (his good look obviously) always being on the roof of the art building and sketching up there. people always know that if there’s a figure up there then it’s probably jeonghan
  • is organized and has all his notes color-coded and his pens are organized by like size?? his folders aren’t bent ?? he actually uses his planner ??
  • the only messy thing about him is his bike because it’s old and covered in peeling stickers and sharpie pen like seungcheol scribbled ‘prince jeonghan’ onto the side of the handlebar and jeonghan has tried tirelessly to clean it off but it has been only failure 
  • and although jeonghan is pretty well kept together midterms have a way of making everyone Lose It and although he’s studied and done his best like he’s got a paper on gentrification due for his urban studies minor and then he’s got a presentation in design IV and then blueprints he needs to go over with his professor in landscapes and like
  • he doesn’t notice but he leaves said blueprints beside his bike after he’s done parking it because he’s late to his first period class and like he doesn’t notice at all until he’s having lunch w/seungcheol and josh and he’s like WAIT 
  • oh my god
  • the blueprints
  • seungcheol laughs his butt off because this is the first time he’s ever heard of jeonghan losing anything while joshua tries to calm jeonghan down
  • and tbh this is all a mess but these missing blueprints is how you meet jeonghan
  • see you’re also biking to and from school and as you’re chaining your bike up you notice this really big bundle of sketches just laying on the floor and you’re like “one of those frenzied art students must of left that here.” so you go and pick it up with the intention of dropping it off at the art department when you notice that like the drawings aren’t like portraits or contemporary art 
  • they’re plans for a building including the drawings and measurements of the structure and you’re like ??? this is too much math and numbers for this to be an art students
  • so you’re like ok this is probably an architecture majors project but since you don’t even know where the department for that is you turn to the one person you trust will have answers: lee seokmin. because he knows everything and everyone
  • and so you find him outside lab and you’re like “seokmin!!! i found these out in the parking lot near the bike racks, do you know whose it is??” and you unroll the sketches and seokmins like hmmm bikes + blueprints hmmmmmm and then he snaps his fingers like “it probably belongs to jeonghan!!!! he’s a really handsome hyung of mine, shoulder length hair, nice voice you can find him on the roof of the art building!!” and you’re like ok that’s…..more info than necessary but thank u seokmin ur the best
  • and so you get to the art building and climb up like 15 flights of stairs and when you open the door to the roof you’re surprised but happy to see that there is a person there
  • and he’s like sitting near the ledge and he’s got his bag next to him and his side profile against the backdrop of the sky looks like it’s shining??? and like he’s just standing there looking over at the campus below but for some reason you find yourself just frozen??? because it looks like a scene out of a movie like seokmin had said he was handsome but the person in front of you is like ????? a real life angel
  • you try to clear your throat to get his attention, but instead you end up dropping the blueprints and they like scatter around you and you’re like goOD JOB embaRRASSING yourself my dude
  • and jeonghan turns around and sees you there and you’re like trying to pick up the sketches and the wind gets one and you’re chasing it and jeonghan is like ?????? and you’re like “heY Hi you don’t know me bUT i think these belong to you??” and you manage to get them all back together and you hand them to jeonghan
  • and like he looks them over and you can see his eyes widen and a smile appear on his face and wow did cupid just shoot you with his bow and arrow because that’s what looking at this boys smile feels like
  • and he looks at you like “you don’t know how much this means to me that you found these!! there’s over 45 hours of work in them!!” and like his eyes are this warm brown and you’re like oH it’s no BIG DEAL haha HAHa 
  • but then he puts the sketches down and asks how he can repay you and you’re like no no no it’s fine!!!! and you try to look around and you’re like “by the way, i hear you’re always up here, why?” and jeonghan shrugs and he’s like “because the view is nice, i see all the details.”
  • he like walks over to the ledge and waves for you to come over and he like points to the buildings and he’s like “from this angle i can see how the building looks from different points of view. it’s easier to sketch something and understand it if you see every side.”
  • and you’re like ok that’s somehow so inspiring and deep and jeonghan starts talking about the history of the campus’s architecture and like you’ve never been interested but his voice and his passion comes through so you can’t help but be entranced 
  • at some point you’re like ‘wow seokmin was right, you are handsome” and jeonghans like hmm??? and you’re like nOThing no  th i ng …..
  • but your conversation comes to an end when jeonghan’s like “i gotta go hand in these blueprints, again i don’t know how to repay you.” and you’re like seriously!! it’s ok, this was fun - i learned a lot from you!!
  • and jeonghan stands there for a moment with his bag over his shoulder and the blueprints in his hand looking at you and you get all nervous because the sun is setting and u two are on a roof this is like romantic but like u just met and jeonghan seems to realized that as well because he takes a step back and is like a little stuttery as he says goodbye
  • and he disappears down the stairs and you’re on the roof by yourself and like this feeling of butterflies fluttering is in your stomach and you’re just like ,,,,,, what is this
  • you and jeonghan don’t cross paths for a week and like you kind of expected this like all you did was help him out that doesn’t entitle him to want to be your friend or whatever and like you go on w ur life 
  • and one day your bike gets a flat tire and so u can’t use it to get to ur job and so u have to work when you get off your shift and it’s pretty dark since it’s past 9 but like you just clutch your books and keep walking
  • until suddenly there’s someone ringing their bike bell at you and you’re like ???? and you turn to see jeonghan coming to a stop on his bike near the sidewalk and he’s like “hey, what are you doing out so late?” and you’re like “just came from work!! my bikes useless with a flat so i have to walk to the dorms.” and jeonghan frowns and checks his watch like “it’s super late, let me give you a ride.” and you like look at him and then at his bike and you’re like “……..where would i sit?”
  • jeonghan just grins and motions for you to pass him your books and he puts them into his backpack and then is like “on my handlebars.”
  • and you’re like ahfiowhofwo jeOnghan how will you see?? what if i break the bike??? this is dang-
  • but jeonghan reaches out and gently takes your hand to pull you closer and he’s like “don’t worry, just take a seat and ill take care of you!”
  • and you’re still a little anxious but you do your best to hop on and you hear jeonghan ask against your ear if you’re comfortable and you nod and he starts peddling and you’re like oh my god Oh My God OH MY-
  • and surprisingly he’s going along smoothly and the wind is blowing through your hair and at some point your nervousness melts and you’re smiling and giggling and jeonghan is like “is it fun??” and you’re like “yeah!!”
  • the ride isn’t a long one, it’s about fifteen minutes to the dorms and when you get there you don’t want to get off because it was so nice and peaceful having him bike you through the cool night air and whenever he’d speak it was warm against your ear but all good things come to an end and you hop off and jeonghan passes you your books and you’re like !!! thank you and he’s like consider this repayment for you helping me out w/ my blueprints (-:
  • and once again you and jeonghan find yourself silently looking at one and other and it’s like,,,,,,,,,,,,just do it. just kiss each other
  • bUT once again jeonghan looks away and chuckles a bit awkwardly and is like “hey, if you ever want to hangout or something - you know where to find me.” and you’re like aHH yes!! and before he leaves he’s like “it’s chilly tonight and you know the dorms never turn the heat on so take this-” 
  • and he gets off his bike and shrugs off the cardigan he’s wearing and like drapes it over your shoulders and you’re like “i can’t take th-” and he’s like “don’t worry. stay warm.” and he smiles and oh god you’re literally going to turn into jelly right here 
  • you watch as he rides off and you wrap the cardigan tighter around you and try not to smile like an idiot while jeonghan turns the block and almost yells out into the wind because as calm and collected as he can come off he’s just as nervous around you as you are around him because god you’re cute and he just needs to muster up the courage and kiss you liKE
  • you think about how jeonghan said you know where to find him so a couple of days later you buy some sandwiches and fresh fruit and climb the stairs of the art building and as expected jeonghan is there but ??? he’s laying down on this blanket and he looks like he’s asleep and you quietly make your way over
  • and he literally looks so angelic and pure laying there, hair splayed out under him, lips slightly parted and you sit down beside him and like you don’t want to wake him up that’d be rude so you just think you’ll sit here for a bit and watch the sky but then like you end up laying down and soon enough,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re asleep too
  • waking up you feel your head pressed against someone warm and when you sit up you feel jeonghan’s hand drop from around your waist and he smiles at you but you can see the pink tint on his cheeks and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my did i ??? fall asleep too??? and he chuckles like yeah you did!! and automatically you bow your head like im sorry!! but jeonghan lifts your chin and is like “you’re cute when you’re sleeping.”
  • and this time the silence between you is ended with him leaning in and placing his hand on the back of your neck to pull you softly toward him and the kiss is……….just as sweet and soft as this whole situation and it’s perfect
  • and jeonghan pulls back but his hand lingers on your neck before his fingers tread down to from your neck to your back and you just
  • lean down and kiss him again, but this time with a bit more passion and jeonghan just laughs as he pulls you ontop of him
  • and it’s cute your first kiss and first date is up on the rooftop and you guys share the food you brought and jeonghan spends the time listening to you talk about your interests and he shows you his sketch book of different buildings around seoul and his studies on the architecture of churches in italy and france
  • and it’s just beautiful being there with him 
  • once seokmin finds out you’re dating jeonghan he’s like “the reason you two lovebirds found each other is because of me you know!! you should repay me with buying me lunch” and you and jeonghan are like rolling your eyes but agree because why not
  • seungcheol finds out and he literally grabs you and jeonghan together at the same time and spins you two around and you’re both like sEungchEOl and he’s like YOU GUYS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH ,,,,, like he gets more emotionally than necessary but that’s because jeonghan is his best bud and he’s so happy to see jeonghan has found someone as nice and as good to him as you
  • you and jeonghan bike together to school like you meet up outside the dorms and jeonghan leans over to kiss you good morning and you help each other fasten your helmets and it’s the cutest thing ever
  • sometimes you’ll race to see who gets to campus first but jeonghan always lets you win and you’re like sTop doing that let’s do it fairly and jeonghan’s like “i would, but you look so cute when you win and get all giddy???” and you’re like shU S H……..
  • aside from the top of the art building you find jeonghan napping in the library, the campus cafe, the common room of his dorm, the common room of your dorm, study hall and you’re always like how can he sleep so much
  • but then you settle in beside him and like at first you’re reading your notes or studying but then he’s so warm and he’s cuddling his head into your neck that you also knock out and joshua or minghao finds you guys and has to shake you two awake
  • there’s a freshman named dino who jeonghan is really protective over and dino’s always like @ you like pls help me jeonghan texts me 500 times a day to ask how i am and it’s sweet but ,,,,,,,,,why and you’re like sorry dino you’re like his son now and dino sighs and he’s like “does that mean im your son too?” and you’re like asifdhw and jeonghan is like yes that’s exactly what it means - exchange numbers this is a family now LMAO
  • jeonghan isn’t a big party person but seungcheol goes to a lot of them so you two get invited and once there was a karaoke machine and that was the night you learned that jeonghan knows all the lyrics to every beyonce song ever released and wow he can SING 
  • jeonghan: seungcheol you didn’t record me singing right?
  • seungcheol: nah bro u know i would don’t that
  • you: it’s ok i recorded it
  • jeonghan: HOW COULD YOU
  • you: SWEET SWEET BLACKMAIL
  • but then you learn jeonghan can hold a grudge till the end of eternity so you delete the video LOL 
  • watching him draw out plans is one of your favorite things because his determined face is so handsome and he’s so hardworking and you just think he really fits that artist look and like he looks so good with his glasses on and his hair up in a lil ponytail
  • you love tying the ponytails for him and fixing the strands that fall out
  • but when you do, jeonghan just wraps his arms around your waist and moves you toward his bed like “let’s sleep……….well kiss and stuff first and then sleep…….”
  • does this thing where he’ll hold you from behind and kiss your neck and then wander off like he just didn’t do that and you’re like jeonghan come back here and he’s like hmmmmmmm
  • soft long romantic kisses that’s jeonghan’s game my dude RIP YOU
  • you’ll go with him to volunteer in the neighborhood clean up and the adults that run it love you two they think you’re the cutest and they’re like “you two just need to get married!!!!” and jeonghan is like woAH and you’re like We’re IN COLLEGe but the adults are like “imagine what a cute family they’d be aWWWW” and you and jeonghan are basically two embarrassed messes
  • jeonghan knows so much about the neighborhood and about korea in general that he’s always telling you things you don’t know and like it’s never because he’s trying to come of sounding smarter than you he’s just genuinely interested in telling you and you love hearing it and you’re always just like “you should become a teacher, you’re so intelligent” and jeonghan’s like “i couldn’t be a teacher, school starts too early and i love sleep”
  • jeonghan’s dorm walls used be covered with blueprints and photos of the massive churches of europe but now he’s got photos of the two of you hanging up and like when he’s pulling an all nighter to get his drawings done he’ll look at the photo of you smiling and it just gives him strength
  • you and jeonghan spend countless hours talking about all the places in the world you want to see and he’s just laying in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair and he’s like “i want to see all of these places, but seeing them with you would make it even better.”
  • as a gift for your first anniversary you save up enough money to buy jeonghan a new bike that doesn’t say “prince jeonghan” on it and jeonghan nearly gets on his hands and knees to thank you but seungcheol is like jUST wait ill write something else
  • he does. he writes your name + a heart + jeonghans name under the seat and jeonghan’s like you know what,,,,im not mad,,,,,,i think it’s cute
  • instead of just jeonghan being known for hanging up on the art buildings roof, now everyone knows that that’s where they can find you. you guys are the ‘art building roof’ couple LOL
  • ok but biking with jeonghan by the han river or by the beach and then stopping to admire the view but when you turn around jeonghans looking at you and leans in to kiss you and it’s SOFT 

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