anyway i meant to go to bed an hour ago but here we are

Try to rip people off with shady flipped houses? Watch me flip your bank account.

So I don’t think this is entirely pro, but this just happened and I’m quite pleased with myself. Sorry for how long it is, I’m a wordy person.

Background: my girlfriend and I have been trying to buy a house for a month or two. Housing market where we live is tough, we don’t have a huge income, most houses sell within 24 hours, etc so it’s been a struggle. About a month and a half ago we found a house that was PERFECT. In the neighborhood we wanted, 2 bed 2 bath, at the very top of our price range but still doable, etc etc. Best part is that it’s beautifully renovated, new roof, everything is new and gorgeous! We put in an offer, but get outbid by someone else (which is crushing, if you have yet to experience that).

We mourn and then continue searching for other houses….until we get a call from our agent saying that the other buyers backed out and the seller is offering it to us first before putting it back on the market.

A quick important note here: the seller is the owner, but is also acting as his own real estate agent, and he runs his own business buying foreclosures and flipping them. This is important later.

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Would You Be So Kind

I want to dedicate this fic to @nerdyadventures , who also beta this fic. You were with me for almost the beginning of the story and there is no way this would be the story it is today without your support, I don’t have words to tell you how thankful I am for you and I’m sorry this story haunted you even in your dreams. For @ltrumbley@bananannabeth @keekal and @artemisrae too, you guys helped me so much even if you didn’t realize it. Y por ultimo para @vithcytries eres una campeona y te agradezco tanto por cuidar mi espalda.

For the PJO/HOO Big Bang 2017.


I’m pathetic’ Annabeth thought while she clicked on the next picture, ‘very, very pathetic.’ It was a Saturday night, her roommates were out in some club having the time of their lives and what was she doing? Sitting on her bed stalking her crush on Instagram. To make things worse her crush was also her best friend for over ten years, her brain yelled at her to leave her phone but she clicked on another picture, it was of her and Percy on Montauk, his arm was around her waist and she was wearing his snapback, they both were grinning at each other and they looked so…couply. Her heart squeezed in pain. She looked at the date and tried not to groan, the picture had been posted 145 weeks ago. When did she go so deep into his page? Well, being fair, he didn’t post that often and most of the time it was random pictures and barely pictures of him unless he was with his friends (her heart did a whole routine when she realized he had more pictures with her than with anyone else)

Annabeth threw the phone on her bed. She should have gone out with Piper and Hazel but she wasn’t really feeling it, she wasn’t feeling like doing anything. Work had been brutal that week, her bosses had overworked her, leaving Annabeth laying on her bed wondering if it was worth it walking to the kitchen for a glass of wine or going back to stalk Percy’s pictures? She was sure he had a few of shirtless ones…The sound of the doorbell made her jump, she wasn’t expecting anyone and Piper and Hazel had their own keys. She did a quick check of her clothes, an oversized gray sweater, and some old constellation pj’s pants, she looked as presentable as she could be.

With one last groan, she left the room, putting her hair up in a bun. “Who is it?”

“The love of your life.” Annabeth recognized the voice, a smile forming on her lips.

“Is it you pizza? Have you finally come to elope with me?” A familiar laughter came from the door just as Annabeth was reaching to open it, revealing the man whose pictures she was obsessing over a few minutes ago.

“Unfortunately it’s Chinese not pizza,” Percy said with a smile that melted her, he looked good, too good for someone who just came out of work and was stuck on a long train ride to Brooklyn, it should be illegal to look effortlessly good. “But I hope you can still take me.”

Annabeth sighed dramatically. “I guess I can make an exception for tonight,” She took the bags from his hands and walked back inside, Percy following her. “And what do I have the honor of your lovely visit tonight?”

“I missed my best friend, isn’t that enough of a reason to come here unannounced?” He walked to the kitchen and started pulling plates from the cabinets. “Piper and Hazel aren’t home?”

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Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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agirlcalledfrost  asked:

OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”

that!”

‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

“mollyhall—”

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

Dreams - Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 4,944 (not sure how this happened ;) )

Warnings- alot of fluff and smut

AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.

Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.

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naptime [loki]

you just want to nap with your favorite asgardian.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup, @ipaintmelodies

warnings: just FLUFF

additional notes: god, i love loki. anyway. here’s a lil drabble for him. my favorite snake. my daisy. my cinnamon apple.

Originally posted by hiddlescheekbones

“A what?”

“A catnap,” you repeated. The elevator doors opened, and you stepped out, Loki at your heels. “You know, short sleeping sessions during the day to relax and recharge. But to be honest I’m usually more tired afterward.”

Loki wrinkled his nose. “Sounds useless.” He could admit that he was like a cat in many ways; he would sleep seventeen hours daily if it weren’t for you or the rest of the team urging for him to make the most of his day. He didn’t see any point in dozing for a short while, falling into a deep sleep, and having to drag himself out of it again.

“I told Thor about them a week ago. I thought he might tell you. He loves them! Wakes up feeling refreshed. Maybe you’ll like them too.”

His scowl deepened. “I suppose you bring that up to make me jealous, hm?”

“Not at all!” You widened your eyes at him, feigning innocence, but he saw right through you. “I just know that you like sleeping a lot, so naps could be good for you! Trust me, I’d sleep the day away, too, if I could but it’s…It’s not the best.”

Loki frowned, remarking the note of shame in your voice. He’d spoken to Thor; he knew of your past, how hard it had been for you when you were first discovered by SHIELD and brought in to join the team, how you had spent most of your time in your apartment and were little more than a ghost when you were outside of it. You were, as you put it, “fine now!” but he had his doubts, and if this meant easing a bit of your conscience…He couldn’t say no. “Fine. Let’s try it.”

Your eyes lit up. “Yay! Okay, let’s go.” You held out your hand to him; he merely stared disdainfully at it. “Group naps are better, trust me. We can sleep in my room, that way no one will bother us.”

He rolled his eyes and took your hand, allowing you to pull him down the hall and into your room. He had been in your quarters before; you were always inviting him in for some reason or another: to watch movies, to read in peace together, to laze around on hot days because his Jötunn-level coldness was a good match for your elevated temperature. Once, you’d jokingly called him your personal popsicle, but Bucky and Sam had (lovingly) given you so much shit for it that you refrained from ever calling him that again. Your room had become a sort of second home for Loki, and he would never tell you, but he was grateful for it. He tried to express his gratitude in subtle ways, like by taunting you a bit less or trying whatever food you brought for him to try. By far the most generous he’d been was when he let you take him to a mall and find Midgardian clothes for him.

“All right, what side do you want?” you asked him, rummaging through your closet for an extra pillow.

“This one.” He sat on the side closest to the door.

You turned around, pillow tucked under your arm, and grinned knowingly. “So protective. Willing to put yourself between me and whatever danger comes to find us.”

He rolled his eyes and took the pillow from you. You snickered, crawling across the bed to take the other side. You curled up with your back to the wall, drawing the covers around you until you were all but cocooned within them. You blinked up at him expectantly. “Go on. Get comfy.”

Loki lay down, turning onto his side to face you. You looked ridiculous. “Are you going to share the blanket or am I to freeze in your ice chest of a room?”

Resentfully, you relinquished some of your covers, allowing him to arrange them comfortably over his legs and waist. Then you smirked, wiggling closer to him. “I can keep you warm,” you crooned.

He grunted and closed his eyes. “The blankets are enough, thank you.”

He could practically hear your disappointment.

You were shifting around in your sheets.

He waited a full five seconds before opening his eyes. You were staring at him with those pitiful doe eyes, lower lip poking out in a pout. “Get over here,” he relented, opening his arm to you.

Your face lit up, and he pretended that it did not please him immensely. You scooted over to him until you were cuddled up against him, tucked safely under his arm. You lay with your head tucked under his chin, your knee bent over his hip. You were warm, and soft, and perfect. He sighed into your hair, feeling finally at peace.

“Sweet dreams,” you murmured, draping an arm over his waist.

“Mm. Whatever.”

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.

.

“Y/N, my friend, do you know where—” Thor stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of you and his brother wrapped up in each other, sleeping soundly. You were absolutely clinging to Loki, and he to you. From the looks of it, neither of you had awoken at the sound of Thor’s admittedly loud entrance.

“By the nine,” Thor muttered under his breath, shaking his head not with disappointment but with disbelief. “Congratulations, brother. You’ve found yourself a beloved.” He could not approve more. He saw your cell phone lying on your nightstand and briefly considered taking a photo of the two of you. Not sharing it with anyone, just leaving it on your phone for you to keep. He decided against it. He was still new to Midgardian technology; who knew what trouble he might run into. He was a good brother and an even better friend, after all.

So he fetched the Falcon and the Winter Soldier and got them to do it instead.

Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 2

Originally posted by xehun

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 4,945 

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Bitch, I Might Be

Summary: Classic Dean helps Reader sleep plot

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1084

A/N: So, I couldn’t sleep last night or tonight. I was all spazzy (just ask @kclaire1 who got a really confusing email from me… oops!) and I don’t know why, so I decided to just write about it! It’s only three weeks into the semester and I think I’m going crazy. I wonder how insane I’ll be by midterms or finals. Also I think this is a gender neutral reader! (Of course my brain isn’t working so I might have missed something)


It’s three o’ fucking clock in the morning and I’m cleaning the bunker’s kitchen. Why? No idea. I mean, Sam keeps it clean enough. The Winchesters aren’t slobs. Actually, they’re cleaner than I am. I’m the token dirty roommate in this trio.

Which brings me back to the question: Why the hell am I cleaning the kitchen at three a.m.?

Well, really, I should be asking the questions: Why the hell can’t I sleep? Where the hell did all of this energy come from?

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 6] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by julla

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t  exactly the way he hoped.

Genre: angst? a little fluffy at some parts. this low key is another chapter filler

Warning: None really here, at least I don’t think

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21}

A/N: So I’m sorry to my Kpop Fans if you see Teen Wolf stuff on your dash or my blog. It will not change, I love Teen Wolf and it has helped me through a lot. I’m sorry if this bothers you. Anyways, like always my inbox is open and I will always reply to everyone. I hope you enjoy!

~ Admin Brooklyn

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Ji Yong hated mornings. He just wanted to sleep, and the clearly irritated expression on his face showed it. He had to start his day though. A meeting, then grabbing Seungri and going for a quick check up on a special talkative someone. Ji Yong raked a hand through his hair, walking out of his room and down the hall. His eyes met with Youngbae’s tired ones.

“How are you doing?” Youngbae sighed rubbing his eyes with his hands. “Why the hell did you make me do this Ji Yong?”

“You were the only one that I trust and was free. Plus she knows you, maybe that’ll help her cope with this.” Youngbae nodded his head, sleep hanging in his eyes. Ji Yong looked at the door, a little anxious to see her. He needed to get his day started. He had an important meeting that he called for. No skipping this one.

“She was crying until, I think, two last night.” Youngbae’s words made Ji Yong perk up. He was paying full attention to you now. concern and a little regret on his face. Youngbae looked at him expectedly.

“I’m just gonna go in and check on her.” Ji Yong mumbled. He opened the cream door, and light flooded into the dark room. The dark colored walls turned everything into a shadow, the only other light source was the light shining from the window. As he stepped into the room, he saw you.

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Some Attention [Bruce Wayne x Reader]

Anon requested: “One shot where Batman hasn’t really been making time for batmom lately and the rest of the batfam has gotten tired of it and kinda makes him spend time with her? ″

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1019

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A sigh left your lips as you watched your husband hurry away to his man cave–as you like to call it–for the third time today. The two of you were simply relaxing, cherishing the rare moment of peace and isolation when Alfred hurried in with urgent news and of course, your husband had to take care of it.

In all honesty, you felt like you didn’t have a right to feel disappointed. You knew what you were getting into when you married Bruce Wayne. In fact, you knew what you were getting into when you discovered his secret, but you married him anyway. You expected this to happen, but you didn’t expect it to happen so often. Bruce always made time for you, but lately he had been so busy, with new business deals, galas and increasing criminal activity in Gotham City. You barely spent any time with your husband at all.

“Someone sounds depressed.” You tilted your head up to see your eldest son, Dick, jogging towards your cheerfully. You gasped and ran up to him, engulfing him in a tight hug. You hadn’t seen him lately, not with his job in Bludhaven.

“Dick?” you exclaimed, placing your hands on his shoulders while staring at him. He wasn’t as tall as Jason, but you still needed to tilt your head up. “My gosh, you’re really here. When did you arrive?”

“A while ago,” he admitted with a scratch at the back of his neck, “Alfred called me for an assignment, all hands on deck apparently.”

You swallowed and nodded, concealing your disappointment because you knew that this usually meant several cold nights alone as your husband spent every hour on the case.

“What’s wrong?” Dick questioned, noticing your sour mood.

You shook your head with a defeated breath, completely dismissing his question. “It’s nothing Dick, nothing at all.” You smiled rather sadly. “Go and help Bruce, he’s going to need it.”

You then walked away, missing the look of concern that showed up on Dick’s face.


“She’s been acting like that a lot lately.” Tim informed in a hush voice, his eyes still glued to the screen and his fingers furiously typing away.

“She seems upset that father had neglected her.” Damian stated, playing with a batarang, “with the spike in the crime rate lately, he has prioritized his work over her.”

“She’s lonely.” Dick murmured, feeling sad all the sudden. Sure you loved the company of your boys, but you also needed your husband, and you had not received the attention you deserved lately.

“Can’t we do something?” Dick questioned his younger siblings, earning a nod from Cass–who had been quietly watching the conversation unfold–and Damian, while Tim finally stopped typing and averted his eyes from the screen.

“We have tried,” Damian admitted rather reluctantly, “but failed. Father believes the city is not yet safe, and he has a need to keep watch of every single thing that occurs.”

“Have you tried locking them up in the same room?” Everyone turned their head towards the vigilante that just entered their circle–Jason.

“You really think we can lock Bruce up?” Tim asked with skepticism. Jason simply shrugged.

“Well we could use that security program we’ve been working on, you know, give it a test run.” he suggested casually, “or we could sit on the sidelines and do nothing.”

The others shared a look. It was obvious which option they were going to choose.


You should’ve known something like this would happen. You shouldn’t be shocked, this was your family that you’re talking about… yet you still couldn’t contain your shock as you found yourself locked inside a room with your agitated husband.

The others had brewed up a scheme to force Bruce into spending time with you, a scheme that involved locking you and him up in a room and not allowing anyone to exit until you two spent a relatively fair amount of time together. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad. The room was filled with all the necessary things to entertain oneself, some food, a bed and even a bathroom and a closet with yours and Bruce’s clothes. You suspected Alfred was in on this devious plan due to how well-prepared the room was but you said nothing.

“They’ve completely lost it.” Bruce muttered to himself, crashing on the couch next to you. You smiled sympathetically and wrapped your arms around his, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

“Can’t you break out?” you inquired, “you are Batman after all.”

Bruce exhaled and shook his head. “They’re using the latest security program we created. It’s impossible to crack.”

“But you're… well, you.” you exclaimed, shocked that Bruce couldn’t hack the system. “Didn’t you create it?”

“Partially.” Bruce hummed, resting his chin against your head. “Everyone else worked on it too, so it was a collaborative effort. That way, none of us will know how to crack because we don’t know what the other person did.”

“And you didn’t think to create a weakness for yourself?” you scoffed, looking at your husband with mock disappointment.

“Haven’t gotten a chance to.”

You chuckled at that answer, knowing that he wasn’t joking. Sighing once more, the two of you fell to a peaceful silence before Bruce spoke up again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hm?” you sat up and glanced at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry… I haven’t been spending a lot of time with you lately.” he apologized, knowing his mistake. You smiled at his apology and took his large hands into yours.

“It’s okay.” you whispered. “I understand that the safety of the city is more important. You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

A smile appeared on Bruce’s face when he heard that, and he was reminded once again why he fell in love with you, why he was still in love with you.

“Well, we have all this time and they’re not letting us out anytime soon.” Bruce said, glancing at the door with a slight glare. “What do you want to do?”

A sly grin made its way to your face. “I have a few ideas.”

Never

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Natasha (OFC), Rosie (OFC - mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (kinda - not really), low self esteem, language, slight violence.       

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This was supposed to be a gif blurb for a gif @chaos-and-the-calm67 send me. It was born out of two conversations I had today. One with @percywinchester27 and one with @mysupernaturalfics - who is also the sweet angel… really more like demon spawn but… she did beta on short notice. :P

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You felt a knot form in your stomach when you saw her. You had feared something had been going on between the new PA Natasha and your husband. You had never brought it up to him, because saying it would make it real. It wasn’t that he had ever really done anything to make you doubt him, but the way she was giggling and touching him every chance she got, it would upset you more than you cared to admit. You justified his actions in your mind. Jensen was gorgeous and out of your league.  You had gained weight and you were feeling less than confident about the way you looked. Especially after having your daughter.You tried telling yourself you couldn’t blame him for going elsewhere to get his needs filled.

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SICK

where Y/N is sick, and Harry is her favorite medicine.

As Harry opened the door to their shared apartment, he could feel the worry in his chest grow when the familiar body didn’t come running to him. He headed towards the living room, hoping you would be sitting there, safe and sound.

He found you, although that did little to calm his nerves as he noticed the little sushi roll you had wrapped herself in. He felt his heart grow with love as he looked down at the beautiful mess that he was proud to call his.

He knew that you had been feeling a little under the weather since the night before.

However, he had been assured by you that you would be fine and that he should go to work. He had left reluctantly, after making you promise to call him if anything was wrong.

The day had passed by smoothly with him calling you every once in a while to ensure that you were holding on good. That being said, the last couple of hours at the studio had become immensely busy and he hadn’t been able to contact you.

As much as he tried to come home early, he knew that he had to get the days’ work done. After finally wrapping it up and managing to get the next day off, he had gotten in the car and called you, wanting to know if he was meant to bring something home from the convenience store.

When you didn’t reply, he felt himself panicking.

After multiple calls to no avail, he took a quick trip to the store anyway, picking up a few things that he knew you would appreciate in case you had gotten sick. That included a large bar of chocolates, some medicines and a baby sized teddy bear. He drove home in a rush, trying to assure himself that you were okay.

Now as he looked at you, wrapped under a million blankets with the telly playing at a low volume, he was glad that he had, after all, been able to pay the quick visit to the store.

He didn’t fail to notice the tissue box placed near you, and the tissue that was weakly wrapped in your closed fist. He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked wrapped up like that. He knelt down, pushing the light wisps of hair away from your face. He lowered the blankets so he could look at your face. He gazed with awe at the slightly red color adorning your cheeks. He often told you that your face became a mild shade of red whenever you became sick, which you always denied.

He softly whispered your name, as his hand went to cup your right cheek. He frowned when he felt how abnormally warm your skin was. His other hand went to your forehead, and he almost winced at the exceeding temperature.

Your eyes fluttered open as you sniffled your nose. Despite how adorable he found you whenever you did that, he was too worried for him to make a remark.

“Harry?” You whispered, your voice scratchy and raw because of the soreness of your throat.

“I’m here, pet. I’m here.”

Your hand went to grasp his, and he conveniently lifted it up for you, so you could have some comfort.

“When did you come home?” You asked, knowing that it wasn’t too long until he would tell you to stop talking because of the pain your throat was in.

“Just about now. You weren’t answering my calls so I got worried.” He replied, his thumb softly stroking your warm skin.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep a couple of hours ago.” You responded, leaning in to his hold.

“It’s fine, love. Now, have you eaten anything?” He asked, realizing that he had to make sure that you had taken some food in before giving you the medicine.

He softly frowned as you shook your head. Deciding to save the scolding for later, he opted to taking you upstairs so you could rest while he made his special soup for you. You were about to swing your legs over the couch to get up when Harry quite conveniently hoisted you up in his arms. You let out a squeak as your arms went up to wrap around his neck.

“You do know that I can walk, right?” You questioned, while he carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom with ease.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” He replied, to which you giggled and snuggled your head in his chest.

He lay you down on the bed, pulling the covers over you.

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to bring you some soup.” He voiced.

“Mhmm, or you could just get into bed and cuddle with me until I’m okay?” You suggested, still in a sleepy daze.

He chuckled before leaning down to kiss your forehead,
“We can very well do that after you take some medicine, yeah? Now hush, rest your throat for a bit.”

You smiled cheekily and made a peace sign at him, to which he snickered and took as his cue to leave.

It took him about twenty minutes to prepare the soup and get the medicines for you, before climbing up the stairs to get to you. He brought the chocolates and teddy bear along too, knowing that you could use some cheering up.

As he entered the room, he could very well see how you ducked under the covers as soon as you saw him entering.

A silent laugh escaped him as he was reminded of your absolute hate towards medicines. Even in your childhood, you had opted to take liquid syrups as long as you possibly could, before your doctor had declared your 11-year old self too old for fruit-flavored syrups.

When you had told this to Harry, he had found it utterly adorable that the strong-willed and confident girl he knew was also the one who was scared of medicines.

It wasn’t until you became sick for the first time since dating that he realized how strong your dislike really was.

He had called your mother that night, who had advised him to give you something sweet afterwards, knowing you had a sweet tooth. Since then, Harry always bribed you with chocolates and kisses, and maybe, just maybe, medicines weren’t that bad anymore.

As he set the food tray on the table beside the bed, he settled down on the edge of the bed.

“Hmm, I wonder where my oh-so-beautiful girlfriend is.” He pretended to wander, making you giggle from under the covers.

“God knows,” you replied, your hold on the covers becoming loose.

“Sure,” he remarked, before poking your leg from over the covers.

You yelped and squirmed in response, making a smile etch onto his face.

“Why don’t you join me under here?” You offered,

“So that we can live under the covers for the rest of our lives?” He retorted.

You were going to reply, but instead you burst into a fit of coughs.

Harry could hear the painful breaths you were taking, causing him to take off the covers and helping you sit up. He softly rubbed your back, until your coughing came to a rest and you were able to breathe normally.

You went to lay down again before Harry stopped you.

“Nu-uh. You are going to have the soup I made for you, and then you are going to take your meds.”

You opened your mouth to protest, which Harry quickly stopped by giving you a peck on the lips, and placing a box of chocolates and a small teddy bear on your lap. Your mouth hung open in surprise, your eyes wide with awe.

“When did you get these?’ You exclaimed, cradling the small stuff toy to your chest.

“On my way home. I had a feeling this would happen.” He replied, while settling down beside you on the bed and pulling you to sit between his legs. You rested your head on his chest, looking up at him.

“Thank you.” You grinned, your eyes sparkling from the water that had gathered there after your coughing fit.

Harry felt his heart swell with adoration as he looked down at you. He kissed your forehead, which was still hot, making him remember the actual reason that the two of you were there.

“C’mon now, missy. We have to get some food in you.” He said, picking up the soup bowl and lifting up the spoon. He softly blew on it thrice, before lowering it to your level and telling you to open your mouth. He continued the safe routine, until the soup was finished and he sat it down on the tray.

You loved how he spoiled you whenever you were sick. Of course, he was always loving and gentle with you, but the treatment that you got when you weren’t feeling your best, that was your favorite. You snuggled into his chest, placing a kiss right where his heart was. His arms came to wrap around you, making you smile.

“I know what you’re trying to do. Being all cute and cuddly so I’ll forget about the meds.” Harry, who was of course well aware with you, spoke.

You giggled, lifting your head from his chest, looking up at him.

“Dammit, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.”

“Not happening, poppet. Now, just take the tablet so we can get you feeling better, yeah?” He said, softly poking your nose.

“But Harry,” you started, and he raised his eyebrows, knowing you were going to say something extremely cheesy, “You take such good care of me, I already feel better. We don’t need no meds.”

Harry burst out laughing at that, making you grin as well.

“As cute as you are, princess, you’re still going to have to do it.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest,

“It’s just one tablet, pet. Then we’re done with this. I’ll run you a nice bath and then we can cuddle, yeah? How does that sound?”

You reluctantly nodded, slowly lifting your head and sitting up a little. Harry picked up the tablet and glass of water and handed it to you. Unenthusiastically, you popped the pill in your mouth before drowning it with water. As you emptied the glass and handed it back to Harry, you had a sour expression on your face, but Harry was quick to clear that by placing a block of chocolate in your mouth immediately afterwards.

A smile crept up on your face at that, making Harry cheer.

“There we go. You’ll feel better in no time.” He grinned, pulling you back to sit in between his legs, with your head resting on his firm chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your hair, caressing it with his hand. As you looked up at him through watery eyes (due to the flu), and a cheesy smile, he felt like his heart would explode with the love he felt for you. He hugged you to him tightly, nuzzling his own head in your neck.

The two of you lay there for a while, before he suggested a bath for you. You accepted it on the condition of him going on with you. He happily obliged as you two got up and headed to the bathroom. Harry got the warm water running, while you stripped off your clothes. He popped in your favorite bath bomb and took off his own clothes.

Helping you in, he made sure that the water was just the right temperature. In the bath, he pampered you to the fullest, before wrapping you up in a fluffy white towel (which he had placed in front of the hot air fan so it’d warm up), and carrying you to bed.

You giggled while being in his arms, but didn’t dare to complain, knowing that he’d declare it as his job to make sure you got complete rest.

He got dressed himself, before helping you in a warm pair of pajamas and a t-shirt of his, which was far too big for you, but you loved how it swallowed you, making you look utterly adorable to him. He tucked you under the blankets, making sure you were warm and cozy, and then left to make you a cup of tea.

While he was gone, your eyes fell on the small teddy bear that Harry had bought for you. You snuggled it close to your chest, a sigh of pure contentment leaving your lips. You were more than thankful for Harry, it was the biggest comfort knowing that he was always there to take care of you, as you were for him.  

When Harry entered the room with two cups of the honey and ginger tea that his mum used to make him whenever he was sick, he noticed the gleam of happiness in your eye. As he settled down in the bed, pulling the blanket above the two of you, you cuddled closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder, while his arm went to wrap around your small frame.

“Feeling better, love?” He asked, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You hummed in response, the stuff toy still in your hands.

“Thank you for taking care of me. I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love and appreciate you.” You spoke, voice still a bit gruff because of your blocked nose and sore throat.

Harry turned on his left side to face you, making you look up at him.

“Always, love. You know I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. And if anything, I should be the one telling you this. You’re always so understanding and considerate of me and my career, I can never thank you enough for that.”

“I love you,” You whispered, before his lips captured yours in a warm kiss, and you were sure that by the time morning came, you’d be feeling a lot better. And even if you weren’t, you had no worries. Because you knew that Harry was willing to take care of you for today, tomorrow and forever.

You Don’t Have To Do This

Anon: Could you do a Voltron where Keith’s all sick and emotional because his fevers really high, and Lance irritated because he got the job of taking care of him. Keith ends up blabbing in his feverish state telling him that he doesn’t have to take care of him if he doesn’t want to and that he’ll be fine on his own, that it’s not the first time. Basically giving away that he hasn’t ever really had anyone to take care of him and Lance feels guilty for being a jerk about it fussing over him.

A/N: What’s that? Two fics in one day? It’s a miracle I get anything done at college.


“You don’t have to do this…”

Lance stopped and frowned. He was in the middle of dabbing Keith’s forehead with a cold cloth, careful not to let any of the icy water drip down the Red Paladin’s cheeks. This was exactly why he didn’t want to be assigned this job. Keith was already stubborn as hell when he was feeling okay, but this?

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Better This Way (Chapter Eight)

Trigger Warning– Another mention of suicide. Nothing graphic, just be careful.
This is another rough chapter, even though it’s not as bad as Seven was,  and I fully expect you guys to be screaming at me by the end. I am prepared lol

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The upside- or downside, depending on who you asked– to being basically immortal was that time didn’t really have a whole lot of influence on you.

Wade didn’t necessarily think he was immortal, but knowing that there might only be one or two things in the world that he couldn’t survive or regenerate from— well that was pretty damn close right?

He never really paid attention to the dates anymore, it didn’t matter what day of the week it was, or what month or anything really. Birthdays went unnoticed because he was almost positive he had stopped aging when his mutation was triggered, and holidays didn’t matter because he didn’t have any family or friends to spend them with.

So time– time was sort of irrelevant to the mercenary.

That being said, the days and weeks following his last talk with Peter had been the longest, loneliest, most painful days of his life.

Wade wasn’t even sure how many days it had been, to be honest. He just sort of sat on his bed and stared at the wall, or sat on a rooftop and stared down at the street, or sat in a restaurant and– well anyway.

He certainly wasn’t sleeping, or he at least he hadn’t been sleeping until he started drinking and taking prescription pain pills mixed with sleeping aids. And then he wasn’t sure if he passed out and slept or overdosed and died. It didn’t matter either way, he woke up or came back to life just as miserable as he had been before so…so who cares, right?

After the first week he had stopped going to their rooftop, and after the second week he had stopped chasing the sirens hoping to catch a glimpse of the familiar red and blue suit.

Spidey hadn’t been around.

Three weeks in, and Wade hadn’t even left his apartment in three days, couldn’t say the last time he ate, and was all out of alcohol so he just stretched out on the living room floor, staring blankly at the television and whatever shitty sit com was on.

Four weeks in, and Wade’s eyes snapped open one morning, a growl working it’s way from his throat, his Alpha shifting and anxious inside him. Wade swallowed hard, trying to force it back down, stumbling to the bathroom to wash his face, staring in horror as the Alpha red took over the usual brown of his eyes.

“Goddamnit.” he whispered, and rested his forehead against the cool porcelain sink. “Fucking Omega, don’t do this to me. I can’t do this, don’t do this to me.”

He knew what was going on, had been avoiding thinking about it weeks.

Peter had told him they had imprinted on each other, and Wade had been too nervous about sharing his heat, too amped on the scent of omega to really think about it right then. But after the heat, after their awful conversation, after Wade had spent a few days laying on his bed and hurting to his core because somewhere out there Peter’s heart was breaking, he remembered.

They had imprinted on each other. Which meant that their Alpha/ Omega sides had already claimed each other as mate, even if physically they weren’t mated yet. 

So Wade’s depression over losing Peter had been compounded by Peter’s sadness, their bond affecting each other even without being in the same room. And Wade felt awful, because he knew if he had in fact overdosed on all those pills and died for a short period of time— Peter would have felt it. Not as strongly as if they were completely mated, but still enough to probably put him in bed sobbing until Wade’s heart started beating again.

So now, with the Alpha red taking over Wade’s eyes, with the way every inch of his body was tense, the way he couldn’t stop growling– well that could only mean one thing.

Peter was in heat again, which meant Wade was going to be stuck in a rut for the next twenty four hours. Hopefully only twenty four hours.  

Please god, let it only be twenty four hours.

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Gwenvid Week - Day 4

Hanahaki Disease (with some tweaking of the rules, shh)

Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.


“David?!”

He would’ve answered his co-counselor, but his mouth was … occupied.

“Christ, David, why didn’t you tell me?” Gwen’s hands landed on his shoulders, trying to pull him back, but he wrapped his arms around the bathroom wastebasket he was hunched over and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut against another attack of coughing.

Hanahaki Disease was poetic, in theory. The curse of the lovestruck. In movies and art it was almost elegant, brilliant red rose petals falling like rain with each cough. A good Hanahaki scene was enough to get David sobbing like a baby because it was tragic, so very sad, but so so beautiful. 

Of course, art didn’t usually take into account the fact that lungs were wet, and so were throats and mouths and rose petals that clumped together in leaden dense globs that sat heavy in his chest and stuck along the sides of his throat and mouth. By the time it looked like the movies, a beautiful torrent of red that fell like a dry waterfall with each breath, dry because there were so many that the ones that made it out were protected from the dampness by layers upon layers of other petals, it was often too late.

So really, David should feel quite lucky that this disease was so disgusting, this hacking and retching, a tickle in the throat and spasm in his lungs and waves of pain that scraped his throat raw and left him feeling lightheaded and nauseous. Because if it had progressed to the stage of being beautiful, he might already be suffocating.

He believed in looking on the bright side.

Once the coughing fit subsided he rested his head on the rim of the wire garbage can, looking down at the damp scarlet that half-filled it. “I’m … I’m okay,” he said, wincing as the words felt like fingernails along his damaged windpipe. “I just need a minute.”

Her grip on his shoulders had loosened, but never let go. “How long?”

“Three days ago.” While the campers had found out pretty quickly about the end of his relationship with Bonquisha, he’d done his best to keep it a secret from Gwen. She didn’t need something else to worry about, after all, and he’d been certain that everything would be fine.

When that evening he’d cleared his throat and a limp rose petal had fallen into his palm, he’d been a little less certain. And by the time he couldn’t hide it anymore that certainty had shrunk to a faint, quavering hope.

“Jesus.” She squeezed his shoulder gently, and for a second he thought she was going to comfort him. “Why the fuck haven’t you gone to the doctor yet?”

David shrugged. The truth was, he didn’t want to have to admit what’d happened. His plan was more or less to pretend he’d never dated BonBon and ride this whole thing out.

He coughed again, a bone-jarring wheeze that left him shaking and breathless. 

Gwen sighed. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” A few seconds later she knelt down by his side again, taking his hand in hers and tapping an orange pill bottle against his palm. “If you won’t get a prescription, just take mine. It should last you a couple days at least.”

He turned the bottle over, reading the label with blurry eyes. “Suppressors?” he asked, glancing up at her. “Why do you have these?”

“Got dumped right before the summer. Didn’t last long, so I never brought it up.”

“Well, gosh, thank you. But I don’t know if I should —”

“Either take them or I’m just gonna throw ’em out, David.”

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“I’ve obviously never been in this situation before but maybe it’s something to think about? I know you like to keep this stuff to yourself but maybe the fact that you’ve never done this before-”

“Exactly, I’ve never done this before. I’ve never felt the need to publicly comment on any of my hook-ups and I won’t start now.”

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Confidence

Spencer Reid

It was dark when you woke up. You searched for your phone, surprised to see that it was only 11:17 pm. You had text messages from Garcia and Morgan, all wishing you well and begging you to join them at the bar if you felt better.

You did feel better now you’d slept non stop for the past 5 hours. The team had returned from their latest case yesterday and you had spent most of the day completing the mountain of paperwork that went with it. It had given you a migraine. Penelope and Morgan had wanted the team to go out together for drinks afterwards but JJ had wanted to get back to Henry and Hotch had needed to spend some time with Jack.

That had left you, Reid and Rossi for them to bully into taking part in their drunken shenanigans. You’d been game originally until the migraine had hit you around 4pm and you’d felt the desperate need to retreat to a dark room to hide.

Spencer had seen you wincing and rubbing your temples. “Go home” he’d said tenderly, understanding the pain you had been feeling. You took his advice, texting Penelope as you headed to the parking lot. She’d called you immediately asking if she could do anything to help.

“No thanks” you were touched by her concern. “I just need to take some meds and sleep.”

“Well if you’re sure my little cupcake. If you feel better later we’re still planning on heading out to Ben’s,” she’d said naming the bar right around the corner from your apartment.

You’d had a text from Spencer too. ‘Hope you feel better soon Y/N. Sleep will help,’ he’d sent not long after you’d left the office.

He’d text you again at around 9pm, ‘I think Morgan is trying to get me drunk. He keeps buying me funny coloured fruity drinks. Did you know that the human body actually produces its own supply of alcohol naturally, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week.’

You’d received a picture message from Garcia about 30 minutes later showing a table filled with shot glasses, all with various brightly coloured liquids in them, and then another picture showing the glasses empty but with Reid and Morgan in the background pulling disgusted faces.

Reid had texted you again only ten minutes ago which must have been what woke you up. ‘Save me Y/N. I think Morgans trying to break my liver.’

You giggled. 'You still out?’ you messaged him back. You dragged yourself out of bed quickly going to the bathroom and freshening yourself up. After ten minutes Reid hadn’t replied so you sent the same message to Garcia.

'Oh Yes Yes my gorgeous little munchkin’ she’d replied almost instantly.

'Be there in ten’ you shot back as you quickly brushed your hair and re did your make up. You threw on a short denim skirt and a black vest top grabbing your purple converse and hoodie. Not exactly classy but you looked good enough for the local dive bar you frequented so often.

“Sweetcheeks you made it!” Penelope squealed excitedly from her perch as you made your way through the bar to the table where her and Derek were sitting. You placed the bottle of wine you’d just purchased on the table and gave her a quick hug.

“Yep I feel tons better after my nap,” you said quickly downing a glass and refilling it.

“You need to catch up with us lady bird,” Derek smirked at you, handing you a shot glass full of an amber coloured liquid. You took it, screwing your face up at its bitter taste.

“Where’s Rossi and Reid?” you asked scanning the room for them.

“Rossi left with a hot blonde about five minutes before you arrived,” Garcia replied happily.

“Yeah she looked like she was ready to eat him up,” Morgan added in. “And the pretty boy is currently being chatted up by a very attentive cougar over there,” he made a notion with his head and you followed.

You laughed as your saw your friend looking horribly uncomfortable as a women in her late forties was sat drawing circles on his arm with her nails whilst attempting to lean over seductively, giving him a good view down her dress. You could see him trying to avoid looking, but every so often his eyes would drift down.

'Men and boobs eh?’ you thought to yourself. You caught Spencer’s eye and waved. His eyes lit up as he saw you, mouthing 'Save me’ in your direction. You giggled shaking your head watching his brown eyes plead for you to come and help him.

“Poor Spencer,” you chuckled taking another long sip of your wine.

“Poor Spencer nothing, princess. That boy needs some female attention. It’s about time he got laid, ” Derek knocked his drink back.

“Yeah but really Derek…..a cougar, she’ll break him!” you giggled. “How long has she been there?“

“Well I pointed him out to her about 30 minutes ago when she grabbed my ass and asked if I was looking for a good time tonight, ” Derek laughed. “I figured the boy genius could have a good time instead. If he can’t find himself a hook up, I’ll do it for him.”

You shook your head at Derek feeling sorry for Reid. It wasn’t that the profiler was unattractive. Far from it. In fact, as far as your own tastes went, Reid was preferable to you than Derek. But he lacked confidence with women, not knowing what to say or when to stop rambling. You’d been surprised at how quickly you two had actually become friends outside of work to be honest, seeing how awkward and shy he could be around people.

You glanced at Reid again. He looked so miserable, but you knew he’d rather sit there than risk offending someone, even someone who was blatantly trying to get him into bed.

“Be right back,” you said to Garcia and Morgan as you hopped off your stool and walked over to the booth where the cougar had imprisoned Reid.

“Baby!” you exclaimed sliding in next to him hoping he’d catch on. “I’ve been looking all over for you,” you took his hand and squeezed it gently, leaning in and pecking him oh so lightly on the cheek.

He smiled gratefully, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’ve just been listening to Shirley here telling me about her job as an air hostess.”

You smiled at 'Shirley’ sweetly. “Well thanks so much for keeping my boyfriend company for me.”

“Boyfriend?” she sniffed curtly. “His friend over there told me he’d be in need of a good time tonight,” she nodded over at Morgan who you could see was trying to hold back laughter. Spencer’s cheeks started to blush at the implication of what she meant.

You started to stroke his hand softly feeling him getting flustered. “Yes boyfriend, Shirley. Our friend over there must have meant someone else. The only person showing Spence a good time tonight will be me, right Spence?” you raised an eyebrow at him. He flushed red at your words.

“Pffft,” Shirley huffed. “He’s too scrawny for me anyway. Probably wouldn’t be able to handle a real women.”

'Bitch,’ you thought to yourself. Some people just didn’t know how to handle rejection well. You felt Spencer wince at the insult from her. 'And there goes his confidence levels plummeting to the ground again,’ you sighed internally.

“Let me tell you something Shirley,” you leaned over looking her dead in the eye. "This man right here may look scrawny, but he has no trouble pinning me up against my bedroom wall and fucking my brains out. He definitely, 100 percent knows how to handle a real women. Now I suggest you leave so I can discuss with Spencer exactly how he’s going to handle me when we get home.“ You smiled as her jaw dropped. Her face started to flush as she gathered up her bag and stalked away from the booth in the direction of the bathroom.

You knocked back your drink and turned to look at your friend. "Hi” you said nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Hi yourself” he replied licking his bottom lip. “Thanks for getting rid of her,” he smiled taking a sip of his own drink.

"No problem…. She pissed me off when she didn’t seem to believe that I was your girlfriend. So I had to put her in her place a little!“

“Well of course she didn’t believe it Y/N. Why would someone like you be with someone like me,” he said softly suddenly seeming very sober.

"What’s that meant to mean Spencer,” you asked sharply turning to look at him.

He gripped your hand realising how what he’d said might have sounded. “Oh no. N-no. T-that didn’t come out right,” he stuttered. He looked at you sadly and sighed. “You’re gorgeous Y/N. She couldn’t believe that someone as beautiful as you would be with someone like me. Like she said; I’m scrawny and definitely don’t look like I’d be any good at….. Well….that,” his eyes focused on his drink not wanting to look at you.

“Look at me Reid,” you put your hand out and touching his jaw, turning it towards you. “Spencer look at me.”

His sad brown eyes found yours. “Spencer, you may not be as built as guys like Morgan but trust me when I say that you could have any girl in here, if you’d only learn to be more confident.“

He huffed as if to say 'yeah right’ and started to look away again. You grabbed his face keeping it aimed on yours and moved closer to him. "I’m being serious Spencer. You’re gorgeous. You have a jaw line that most guys would kill for, eyes that someone could easily get lost in and hair that most women would love the opportunity to run their hand’s through. Add that to the fact that you’re a genius as well as kind and funny and well… What’s not to like?” He started to bite his lip the way he does at least ten times a day. "Oh and lip thing you’re doing right now Reid? Sexy as fuck….When ever you do that I can guarantee there’s at least one girl in the room watching you, wanting you to bite down on their lips instead…..Seriously, if you can teach yourself a whole new language in the space of a weekend then you can teach yourself to be confident. You could have anyone you wanted if you just had confidence in yourself.”

You sat back in your seat feeling sad that your friend didn’t realise what a good catch he was and feeling angry with Morgan for sending that bitch over to try to seduce him. You weren’t saying those things just to be nice either. You genuinely meant them. He was gorgeous and would make someone an amazing partner.

“What if I don’t want just anyone?” Spencer spoke quietly after taking a deep breath. “What if there is someone I like but I’m too scared that she doesn’t think of me like that?” he looked at you shyly.

You sighed racking your brains trying to think who this girl could be, feeling slightly jealous that there was someone he liked.

“Then tell her Reid, at least that way you know. If she doesn’t want you, then that’s her loss but at least you have an answer. Tell her.”

“I’m trying to Y/N. I’m trying to tell her right now,” he spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear him. He must have felt you tense as the meaning of his words finally clicked in your mind.

'Wait what?’ you thought. 'Me, he likes me?’ As much as you wanted to believe that’s what he’d just said, you couldn’t.

“Shit.” he muttered. “Guess that’s my answer. Can we just forget about this please?” he smiled at you weakly.

When you didn’t respond he made a move to leave the table. When you realised he was going to leave you blurted out, “NO.”

“No?” he asked quizzically.

“No, we can’t forget about it. Spencer…. You like me? Like properly more than a friend like me?” you wanted to be sure before you made a fool of yourself.

He blushed, “Well, erm, yes I do. A lot. A hell of a lot actually. I just never thought that anyone as awesome as you could like me. I don’t really have girlfriends, you know this.” He brushed a brown curl that was escaping back behind his ears as he bit his bottom lip again nervously.

You giggled, “Spence… I’m that girl.”

He looked confused.

“You’re biting your lip again… I’m that girl who wants you to be biting hers instead.” you laughed at the expression on his face. "I like you too. A lot,“ you whispered.

He smiled at you, his eyes lighting up. He looked so adorable right now.

"Listen,” you said. “Let’s go somewhere and get some coffee and talk okay.”

He nodded and you both stood up. You caught Penelope’s eye and mouthed 'We’re going’ across the room to her. She looked confused. You made a 'I’ll text you later motion’ with one hand and slipped your other hand back into Reid’s hearing him sigh happily at your contact.

Garcia clocked the hand hold and her eyes widened as a huge grin came over her face. You could almost hear the squeals that must be happening inside her head.

“Come on Dr Reid. We’ve gotta go find a wall for you to pin me up against. Wouldn’t want to have lied to Shirley now do we?”

He coughed and spluttered at what you’d just said.

“Haha. I’m joking Spence…. I don’t do that on a first date,” you turned to look up at him. "But someday, when you’re ready, we are soo doing that okay?“

He lowered his head so his lips were next your ears and whispered, "Okay, but maybe tonight, we could try some of that lip biting you mentioned instead.”

It was your turn to cough and splutter then as you pulled his hand and nearly dragged him out of the bar.

Song of Themyscira | Nine

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Language?

A/N: Update! We’re so close to the end… s/o to mi amor, abril, for being with me every step of the way w/ this fic, te amo || SoT masterlist

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The Green-Eyed Doctor

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Summary: Reader gets in a bad accident and is put under the care of Dr. Winchester during her stay…

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,400ish

Warnings: language, car accident

A/N: I’m in love with doctor Dean now. Quote for this one was, “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”…


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