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Rockabye (pt.4)

genre: fluff and just a little angst / stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 3.5k

Originally posted by parkjiminer

The next day rolled around much faster than you wish it would have. You didn’t get nervous often but when you did, it really seemed to affect you and your state of mind. At times, you have a loss for words, can’t concentrate, and get uncomfortable quickly. It wasn’t Jimin’s fault you got so nervous around him, he just had such an intimidating vibe that oozed off of him. You weren’t scared of how he was with you, it was just something new and unusual to you. Most guys were the complete opposite of Jimin but since Jimin was different, that probably had to be the reason why you were so attracted to him.

Jungkook, treated you right, for the most part. When you guys met in high school, it was truly, love at first sight. He was perfect in the beginning, just like Jimin was now. But, as time carried on, Jungkook changed. He was rarely around, always giving you excuses that he was “working late” or “out with friends.”

Part of you always had a feeling that Jungkook was cheating or at least did cheat, you could just never come to believe it but that changed one night when you walked in on him, tongue fucking some random girl.

Yes, you were stupid because he convinced you to stay with him and that he was just drunk. You loved Jungkook and couldn’t find it in your heart to stay upset with him. You talked out your feelings with him, about how he has changed and he seemed to really understand and change for the better and your relationship, as time progressed. Then you ended up pregnant and out of nowhere, he was gone. No texts, calls, or visits to come see you.

This whole thing with Jimin scared you. Not only because your job was on the line but so was your heart. You were so worried that if you gave so much to Jimin, just like you did with Jungkook, he would leave with no reason. You didn’t want to get attached to someone and then have your heart broken in the end as a result. People tended to leave you and the more you thought about why you could never seem to get an answer. Nothing was wrong with you, you just seemed to get too attached to people and expect so much and as soon as they find out what you expect, they are gone within seconds.

You liked Jimin, you really did. You were willing to try this out with him if you didn’t get caught. It’s just that, you are going to have to go through so much of trying to hide the actual relationship and you were scared that you’d get caught and loose your job and Jimin with it.

Jimin had called earlier, saying that he would be at your house around 7 pm to pick you up. What really impressed you about the whole thing, was that he showed up about 30 minutes early and escorted you out to a private car with bodyguards surrounding it. Just like he promised, he also paid the babysitter. He also gave her some money for a meal to order. Jae-Eun was already asleep when you left, so she didn’t really have to do much anyways, besides check up on him every so often. Jimin really seemed to have a lot of money, which was nice but you still didn’t know what he did for a job yet. 

“You look absolutely, stunning,” Jimin said as he opened the door for you and made your way out of the car.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, with a shy smile.

Jimin seemed to notice whenever you put more effort into looking good. The thought of that flattered you because honestly when you were with Jungkook, he never complimented you or called you beautiful. He rarely ever said anything sweet to you, no matter how hard you tried to look decent for a date or special occasion.

You didn’t blame Jimin though, you knew you looked good. As cocky as that sounds, you were sure of it. You wore a red dress that hugged your hips nicely, you had on a nice pair of black high heels on, and your make-up and hair were done elegantly. The dress you had on, was expensive. You’d never be able to afford it now but before your dad passed away, he bought it for you as a birthday gift. So not only was it a truly beautiful dress, it was also something that meant a lot to you since it came from your dad. 

You start walking to the door and Jimin places his hand on your back, making you relax. He seemed to sense that you were nervous and just that little move, made your heart skip a beat but also helped you loosen up. 

“Don’t be nervous, Y/N, it’s just you and me tonight.” He soon says in a whisper before opening the door for you and motioning for you to walk in. 

He was right. There was nobody in the restaurant except a waiter that kindly greeted you and escorted you to the back of the dining room. Jimin must’ve reserved the whole damn place to himself and you because nobody was in sight. The place was beautiful, though. It was big and had tons of different paintings placed on the walls. Speaking of walls, they were painted black with a gold trimming. There was a huge, silver chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The best part of it all was the feeling you got from the place. It was quiet but peaceful and helped you relax even more even though you were still nervous.

Jimin walked quickly ahead of you and pulled the chair out for you to sit on. His smile returning as he motioned for you to sit down.

He looked good, as always. He was wearing a white button up, with a black vest that had spike looking gems around the collar of it. Not a lot of guys could pull off the hat that he was wearing but Jimin could surely not only pull it off but also look crazy handsome in it, times a million.

Jimin always left you speechless when you saw him, which has only been three times but when you did, he always looked outrageously attractive. His eyes that you always got lost in. His lips that were tinted with a rose pink color but still extremely eye catching because of how big they were. The way he smiled when he talked to you, leaving you in what seemed like a daydream. His hair and how it either fell perfectly above his eyebrows or was parted and up and how shiny it looked. Most of the time you found yourself trying to resist the urge to just reach out and touch his perfectly sculpted face. 

He soon sat down after he talked to the waiter and fixated his look onto you and nothing else, not that there was really much to look at anyways besides artwork.

But to him, you were the artwork. 

“So, Y/N, how are you feeling?” He asks, starting up the conversation.
His voice made you shudder. It was so soft and honey-like. 

“I’m feeling pretty good, just a little nervous that’s all.” You reply as you finally find the courage to look up to his sparkling eyes. It wasn’t even bright out and his eyes glowed with so much admiration and awe. 

“Are you sure?” He pauses but then continues while he leans in closer to you. "You seem to be pretty nervous. Are you scared? Or is this how you always are, because when I saw you at work, you sure weren’t acting like this.“ 

Well, obviously, you wanted to say. He didn’t understand that you were basically breaking the rules, just by seeing him. When you were on stage, your whole charisma changed, it had to. You couldn’t be shy or scared while performing because that would mean you’d do a poor job. You had to be confident, fierce, and sexy, or the tips would be shit. 

“Yes, Jimin. I’m nervous, okay?” You say quietly once again, before bringing your gaze back down to the table. “This is all just so new. I’m sorry.”

You heard him slowly move back and he speaks up again, of course saying the most heart warming thing he could possibly say.

“Just look at me. You have nothing to worry about. I don’t know what it is you are scared about but if you want to talk about it, we can. If you don’t, well then, that is okay too. I can always tell you about myself or you can tell me about you because after all, that is what we are here for, isn’t it?”

You nod and feel his thumb on your chin as he makes you move your head up to look at him. As much as you wanted to keep looking down, you couldn’t. He was smiling and the sight of that made you relax.

“Okay.” You whisper. He nods and waves his hand at the waiter, signaling him to bring water, before bringing his attention back to you. 

“So, what shall it be then?” He asks.

“Can I ask you a question? You suddenly say, out of nowhere. He nods while saying thank you to the waiter as he sets down two glasses of water.

It’s been on your mind for the past couple of weeks, about why he was at the strip club in the first place. Jimin was stunning, he could truly get any girl he wanted at anytime he wanted. Even if he was at the club just out of boredom, of all girls, why would he pick you? There were plenty of girls that were way prettier than you, had better bodies than you, and normally stood out much more than you, so why was he so attracted to you and not them?

“Why were you at the club in the first place?”

You saw Jimin shake his head while lightly laughing. “The only reason I was there was because my friends; Jin, Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi all convinced me to go with them. Strip clubs aren’t my forte, honestly. I was just there with some friends but then I saw you and here we are.”

Oh. My. God. Hearing that come out of his mouth, made you that much more attracted to him. He was perfect. Insanely, perfect. The fact that he was just there because his friends wanted him to go and he wasn’t there because he was looking for an opportunity to get laid, made your heart smile. If Jimin and you ever did become a ‘thing’, you were 100% positive you wouldn’t want him going to strip clubs. This whole thing made him seem to be that much better, than any guy you’ve ever met.

“Oh.. Well that’s nice to know.” You say while taking a sip of water. Who were you kidding, that was really nice to know.

“Yeah. If you don’t mind me asking again, why exactly are you working there?”

This topic was really a tough one to talk about. You were just so scared of the reaction you’d get from people and now, a guy that you were already crazy about, was asking you. You had nothing to do but tell him the story and if he ran out on you, there’s nothing you could do about it.

You let out a shaky sigh and force yourself to begin telling him. “About a year ago,” You pause while closing your eyes, then opening them again. “I got pregnant. Two months later after the dad found out, he left me in the dust. Ever since then, I’ve been working at the club. It was my only choice.”

Jimin was shaking his head, obviously infuriated, not with you either but with Jungkook. “Seriously? What kind of sick fuck- Uh, oops, sorry for the bad language,” He pauses softly giggling at himself. “What kind of sick man,” He emphasized the word “man.” He shook his head at himself as if he was at loss of words. “What am I saying? You aren’t a man of you walk out on a lady, let alone a pregnant one.“ 

His words always made you blush. Even if he was talking about Jungkook, he always knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. You appreciated a man with a filter because Jungkook did NOT have one. He always said what he wanted, even if that mean hurting your feelings with it. 

“Yeah, you are right.” You agree with his statement. “I guess I am just scared, if I get too close or attached to you, you will walk out on me like he did.” You say before thinking. You definitely didn’t want to come off needy, or desperate, but of course, you just did. 

Jimin tilts his head to the side before smiling at you. There was no doubt in your mind that he actually looked like an angel when he smiled. 

“Y/N, I’d never leave you like that. I would never leave you in the first place. I know I don’t know much about you, but I do know that this dick head is surely missing out on one amazing woman, that I now get the pleasure to look at and admire because he obviously didn’t if he just walked out on you like that.”

His words made butterflies form in your stomach as you continue looking at him. 

“Thank you. But enough about me, what do you do? What’s your story?”  You wanted to switch subjects. You found yourself relaxing, which was good because you had to admit, you were really tense before this whole thing. 

The waiter brings over two menus. You bow your head slightly and take one from his hand before opening the menu and deciding on what you want within in a couple of minutes, while Jimin was doing the same. 

Jimin set down the menu and placed both of his hands into a V shape, cupping his own cheeks. “Well, what do you want to know?” He asks as a smile creeps up onto his face. 

“Nothing in particular, just about you, your job, your past, I guess.”

“Well, I was working at a bank. My father owned it but he just recently passed away so, now I own it and I’m the CEO. I have an older brother but he lives California with his wife. My mom is also living in California and here I am. That’s it, there’s nothing really much to me.” He gives you a warming smile and types into the Ipad on the table, what he wants for his meal. “What do you want to eat? You tell him you want the chicken salad and watch as he carefully types in the order.

Well, that explains why he has so much money. It was nice to know that the two of you had something to relate on. Both of you had lost your fathers, so you could both understand the feelings that came with it. 

“I see. I also lost my father a little less than half a year ago.” You say, reassuring to him that you understood. You could see the pain in his eyes when he was talking about his father. They seemed to have a close relationship, just like you and your dad had.

“Oh, I am sorry to hear that Y/N” His voice was sympathetic and sweet. His face softened as he looked at you, leaving you almost gone for words. His gaze never failed to make your face heat up, it was just so intense. 

“Don’t be. I’m sorry for your loss too, Jimin" 

He winked at you before saying “Don’t be.“ 

Sooner than later, the food arrived and you ate in a comfortable silence. Every now and then Jimin looked up at you, smiling away before moving his gaze back down to his plate. When you finished your food, the two of you continued talking. 

You found out that Jimin was the high school quarterback of the football team all throughout the four years. He explained to you that his mother was also not the most supportive. You told him pretty much everything about yourself and what had happened with Jungkook. Jimin never took his eyes off of you, once you had finished eating. He never pulled out his phone to check his notifications, let alone the time and made it clear that he was listening to you. You saw him shake his head every now and then to let you know that he understood your past and why you were doing what you were doing now as a job.

The fact that Jimin didn’t judge you once, or was judging but didn’t make it obvious, flattered you, a lot. Jimin was beyond ideal and never said anything that hurt your feelings or made you feel bad. Although it was rare, if you did go on a date with a guy and they asked what you did, they made you feel so bad about doing it. They would always ask "Why can’t you just work at a restaurant?” or “Why can’t you get ahold of the dad, so he can pay child support?” They didn’t understand that; One, stripping made you really fast and easy money, compared to a normal cashier or waitress job. Two, they also didn’t understand the fact that, no matter how hard you tried, Jungkook would never pay to support the kid, even if it was his.

“Y/N?” Jimin asks quietly before placing his right hand on the table, with his palm facing up. He grabs your hand with his left and places it onto his, securing his grip onto it. His hand was warm and fit perfectly over yours. 

Once again, this little move worked you up just enough to have your heart thumping in your chest. You didn’t dare to take your hand out of his.  He looked at you so softly and held your hand like it was some fragile piece of glass and spoke up again. 

“You are so beautiful and simply an amazing, strong, and great woman. Don’t let this one guy, close your heart to another, more specifically, me. I would never do anything to hurt you. I would never use anything you tell me now and hold it against you. I know you’ve told me before that you have had to get paid for sex and I hate the fact that such a special girl has to do that because of some asshole. If we do become anything, please do know I would never hurt you like that, Okay?”

“Okay.” You reply, slowly taking everything in. Your heart felt at ease with everything he just said but of course, he had to add more. 

“I know you are struggling now, so I will give you $500 each month to help support you and your child.”

As soon as he said that, you felt like sobbing right then and there. As sudden and big this whole thing was, that meant no more prostitution and fewer hours of stripping. $500 was your whole month’s rent and then some. Jimin would never know how grateful you were and as much as you wanted to object and never take that amount of money from someone, you couldn’t. You needed that money and Jimin would be able to provide it, even if you weren’t dating. 

You practically jumped out of your seat as soon as those words left Jimin’s mouth. You got up and forcefully attached your arms around his neck. He stood up and you felt him squeeze his arms around you. The way he held you made you feel safe and secure, something you have lacked the feeling of,  for a long time. 

“C'mon, I’ll take you home.” He says.

You two exit the restaurant and about 15 minutes later, reach your house. Just like he did before, he leaves the car first and then rushes to the other side, opening the door for you. He walks you up to your front door with you and smiles at you. You can’t help but wrap your hands around him again, leaning and resting your head in the crook of his neck. 

“Thank you, Jimin. You seriously have no idea how much this will help me.”

“Someone has to support you and be a dad to Jae-Eun and if that asshole, who’s name I don’t know yet, won’t be, I will.”

Now that I’m finally out of my month(s)-long art slump, here’s a very belated piece of my favorite character from Sun/Moon, Lillie! Talk about a character that grows on you! She kind of irritated me when I first started playing the game, as I don’t really care for the whole *helpless damsel* trope, but ugh she’s so well-developed and wonderful I can’t even

I love you too Cas

12.12 “Stuck in the Middle with You” Coda

The blinding light that had surrounded Cas moments ago slowly dimmed down to a level that wouldn’t burn their damn eyes out, before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a confused, but blessedly healed, Angel of the Lord sitting on the ratty ass couch. Cas turned to Dean, looking as shocked as he had felt, before turning to stare at something behind the hunter. That something turned out to be Crowley, as he was holding the Lance, or the top part of it anyway, running his fingers over the now relatively harmless spear head. Apparently he had broken the Lance while they had their backs turned when Cas started spazzing out, black goo that looked eerily similar to the crap that came out of him during the Leviathan fiasco, effectively breaking whatever spell that was killing Cas and allowed him to finally be able to heal himself.

They all turned to him, bewildered, but Crowley just looked at us, a look of indifference on his face. “You’re welcome” was all the King of Hell said before he dropped the spear head and left, ever the drama queen. He looked around and saw that mom and Sam looked just as confused and relieved as he did, though Sam was looking rather proud and mom looked like she was wondering how in the hell (no pun intended) a demon could do something so selfless, so human, and so out of character like saving an angel’s life.  

But none of that mattered, not when Cas was safe, healed, alive. Sure his clothes were still bloody, they’ll get him some clean ones as soon as they get to the bunker and burn the bloodied ones because he did NOT want to see the evidence of Cas’ closest and almost final brush with death for a second longer than necessary, and still weak from the amount of grace that had to have been used to heal himself, but he was alive. That didn’t stop the worry and fear that had taken hold of Dean when Crowley said that there was no cure for this one, Billie’s warning of ‘consequences of the cosmic scale’ still ringing in his ears and hammering about in his skull as he and Sammy reach out to haul Cas up to his feet. And if he held on a little longer to Cas’ hand and squeezed a little tighter than necessary, then who could blame him? He almost lost his best friend, he had a right to indulge in his need to be clingy, even if it was for like a second.  

But that fear and worry had abated, for just a moment, when Cas turned to him, blue eyes slightly widened in shock, but with an underlying sense of apprehension. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights and for a moment Dean couldn’t understand why, before what would have been his last words to them came crashing through like a frieght train

“I love you… I love all of you”

Cas might have tried to save himself by attempting to clarify that his love was equal for us all, but even Dean, the most emotionally constipated human ever, could tell that that first ‘I love you’ was directed at him. Cas loved him.


Cas loved him?

Why would he love him? Why would he, an Angel of the freakin LORD love him, a hairless ape that has caused him nothing but grief since the moment they met. The mud monkey that had gotten him killed Chuck knew how many times, had cost him his family upstairs, his wings, his grace, everything? It just didn’t make any sense. Cas should love someone who could take care of him, and he wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, people didn’t look at guys like him and think ‘that’s them, that’s the person i want to spend the rest of my life with. That’s the one.’  He never had had a good track record with long term relationships, Lisa had been his longest and even then it was rocky and wasn’t long before it all went to hell in a hand basket. He didn’t think he could be the kind of boyfriend Cas deserved, the kind he wanted to be for him, but if tonight, of all the other times they had lost or almost lost each other, had finally taught him anything, it was that life was too short for doubts and hesitation and you never knew when your time would come (for good). He was done burying his feelings.

He turned to Sammy, giving him a look that he hoped his brother understood, before addressing him and mom, “You two go on ahead in mom’s car, me and Cas will take Baby after we clean up here, don’t want the LEO’s to find the Lance, depowered or not.”

Thankfully his giant moose of a brother understood, grabbing ahold of mom while heading to the door, giving her a toned down Bitch Face #14 when she went to protest and pull away, “Sure man, you guys be careful though. I’ll get something for all of us to eat on the way to the bunker. And Cas, I’m glad you’re ok man.” Was all he said before he dragged mom out of there and to the car, not before discreetly throwing a eyebrow wiggle his older brothers way, the bitch.

Dean breathed out a sigh of relief as the door closed, he waited till he heard mom’s car start and leave before turning to look at the angel beside him. Cas looked confused, if a bit pleased. It was then that Dean realised that his hand had migrated to the angels back during his epiphany earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much. It felt nice, the warmth of Cas’ back seeping into his hand, the surprising softness of that damn trench coat he always insisted on wearing. He was closer than Dean remember him being a few moment ago, staring at him with wonder, with no little bit of hope just shining through those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“Dean?” He asked, as if he was afraid that this was all a dream. And quite honestly Dean was having a hard time not thinking like that too.

Dean smiled slightly, eyes raking over his entire form, making sure that he was completely healed, reassuring himself that he was really alright, before moving his other hand to cup his angels cheek. Cas turned slightly into the touch, a soft smile blooming across his face.

It was then that Dean’s eyes started to burn slightly, the full gravity of what almost happened tonight, what he almost lost, finally register with him. He pulled Cas towards himself till he was flush against his body, holding him tightly. Cas looked at Dean, worried and but happy, before he brought his arms up, his left going around his waist and his right buried in the hair on the back of his head. Dean cleared his throat before looking him in the eye, thumb brushing away the stray tear that had escaped the angel’s eyes.

“Cas… I love you too.” Was all he got out as the rest of what he was going to say got stuck in his throat, but that didn’t matter, because Cas knew, he understood all that he was trying to convey, if the blinding, watery smile was anything to go by. And beside, words were no longer need, not as he finally pulled him even closer, closing the rest of the distance between them, pressing his lips to the angel’s surprisingly soft ones in a gentle, chaste kiss. It was the first of many, if he had anything to say about it, because now there was no way he was going to ever let this go, ever let Cas go.


Something New | NSFW

Summary: You’ve been putting it off, but you finally asked your boyfriend about something you’ve been wanting to try.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, light B*SM

Word Count: 1,525

A/N: Read if you’re only 18+. This is my first time, dabbling into this, so take that into consideration. Yeah, the D is censored to keep it out of the tag. How about that LSB though??? Anyways, enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.

You had been dating your boyfriend, Tom, for about a year now. Everything was great with him. You both had learned to love long distance and he would always come and visit you on his days off, and vice versa. You always looked forward to the days off because that meant lying in bed with him — naked. You just loved feeling vulnerable with him and cuddling, but on other days, you guys wouldn’t stop. It was heaven for you, but you wanted to try something different the next time you saw him — that was this weekend. Tom would be coming home after a long press tour for his new movie and would have two weeks off in London. You were going to bring it up to him and hope it wouldn’t scare him away.

You heard a knock on your door and you opened it to a messy, curly hair, tired, brown eyed boy with bags on his back and feet. You smiled and kissed him softly, and helped him with his things into your apartment. You didn’t speak to him. You knew he was exhausted. After he put everything down, he approached you and just hugged you. This was typical and you both would just hold each other in embrace for a while.

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Get Used To It  [ J.T ]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader



  • 48: “I’ve liked you for awhile now.”
  • 55: “Shut up and kiss me.”

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Word Count:

Warnings: Nothing?

Tagging: ( I totally forgot about this!! Please let me know if you specifically want to be tagged specifically on my DC fics or Marvel fics if you do!) @chuckennuggets1213 @speedypan @alwaysinnarnia @just-a-girl-maybe

A/N: I enjoyed writing this lmao. I’d also like to apologize for taking so long to get this up! I’ve been having a bit of a hard time. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated!


“Is sand called sand because it’s between the sea and the land?” You blurt, your eyes finding Jason’s with a playful glint. He sat opposite you with a coffee gripped loosely in his hand, leaning against the backrest of the small booth, his free arm lazily slung over it. The typically pointless question had left your lips in a small display of humor, pulling a smile from Jason, his eyes gaining a twinkle which only ever appeared whenever he was around you.

He shakes his head, smirking slightly as he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket, flicking his fingers through the change in the pockets in search of the right amount of change for your coffees and a tip. You shake your head, mumbling incoherently as you place a hand over his, stopping him before he can put the cash down on the counter.

“I can pay for myself, Jay,” You tell him, flashing him a shy smile. He sighs, his lips still turned upwards as he raises an eyebrow.

“Let me be a gentleman for once, Y/N,” He chuckles, pushing your hand off of his all while ignoring your protests. “I’ll pay. It’s not a problem.”

“You don’t need to be a gentleman around me,” You roll your eyes, moving your hand away to grab some cash of your own. You sigh at the stubborn look in his eyes, easily giving into him. “But if you really have to pay for my coffee, at least I can pay the tip.”

You place a generous amount for a tip on the table, smiling as the lady who owns the small coffee shop walks over to your table, a bright smile on her face. She was around her sixties, her hair a faded grey and her forehead creased in friendly wrinkles, her limbs frail and gentle. Her lips were always pulled into a smile whenever Jason and you arrive at her little shop, her eyes fondly dancing over you every couple of minutes. She adored your relationship.

“You two are a beautiful couple,” She says kindly, nodding her head lightly as she graciously accepts the money with a smile. “Truly gorgeous. Don’t see no bond like the one you two share these days. Reminds me of my husband and I.”

You don’t have the heart to correct her, noticing the loving happiness in her faded blue eyes. Jason and you weren’t a couple. At least you hoped not yet. It would be lie if you said you didn’t have strong feelings for him. He was sweet and mysterious at the same time.

Jason nods at her with a smile, pushing himself off of his seat and holding his hand out for you to take. You glance at it, biting your bottom lip as you thank the lady. Placing your hand in Jason’s you make your way out the door in silence. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t held hands before because you had on multiple occasions.

It just seemed more intimate this time.

“I’ve liked you for a while now,” Jason says, tilting his head slightly to meet your gaze. You blush, your eyes falling to your hand, tightly encased in Jason’s. A shy smile graces your lips.

“I like you too, Jay,” You reply, biting your lip through your smile. “But you don’t have to pay for my coffees.”

“Well,” Jason laughs, rolling his eyes teasingly. “Get used to it. It’ll be a part of the package. That is, if you’d be mine?”

“Of course I will, Jason.” You giggle, chewing on your lip as you place a light kiss on Jason’s shoulder. He sighs at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

“She said we were a beautiful couple,” Jason teases, “Just wait till I tell the others. They’ll be so damn jealous that I’ve found myself the most amazing person in the world.”

The both of you have stopped, stepping to the side of the footpath so that you were out of the way of any other citizens. You stand in front of him, your face close enough to his to feel his breath tickling your face as he speaks.

“Dick’ll be so surprised that I–”

“Shut up and kiss me,” You mumble, smirking as you pull him even closer to you, your lips colliding with his in one of the most memorable kisses of  your life.

Unrequited Love

Hey angels!
I’m not quite happy with this one, but I hope you like it anyway. Feedback is always appreciated! xx

Also, please note that my mother tongue isn’t English so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to correct me if I made mistakes!

Requested by Anon: „hey i was just wondering if you could write a jughead x reader one on unrequited love. maybe with a happier ending tho. thanks boo! Xx“

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Warnings: self-hate
Words: 1,487

My whole life Jughead and I have known each other. At first we weren’t really friends but as we got older we also got closer. We never were as close as he was with Archie, but close enough to share almost every secret and feeling with the other. However, as we got older I also started to notice that the way I feel and act around him has changed. My heart began to beat faster whenever I was with him. I had this indescribable tingling in my stomach. I couldn’t control my mouth anymore, it constantly was formed in a big smile. But the worst change was my confidence when he was near me. I began to stutter and I was a nervous mess.

I was confused and tried to push the unknown feelings away, not really caring what’s the meaning behind them. But one day when I realized that they got worse I decided to ask my mom, finally wanting to know what that means. She just had a big smile on her face and told me that love feels that way. I remember how I shrugged her off, telling her that she’s wrong and that we’re just friends. Since then she always smirked when she sees Jughead and me together. A few months later I’ve come to realize that she was indeed right about my feelings for him. Since then I tried my best to be my usual self around him.

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that he doesn’t feel the same, that he deserved better anyway. After a while I’ve decided to ask Veronica to help me to get over him. She wasn’t a big help, though. All she did help me with is telling him, and when I say she helped me I mean she forced me in her own loving but yet determining way. “Believe me, he’s totally head over heels for you,” she assured me with a smile. After she convinced me, we, mostly she, planned my confession to him. To say that Veronica’s excited would be an understatement.

And that’s how I ended up here in the student’s lounge. My heart beats like crazy and my breath is probably the quickest it could be. “Jug, erm, could we… Could we talk for a minute? Alone,” I ask, trying to avoid eye contact with him. “Sure,” the raven-haired boy says, standing up and following me to an quieter spot. I quickly glance to Veronica, who gives me a thumb up. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” His voice sounding concerned. My eyes are fixed to the ground, too nervous to look in his. I take a deep breath and open my mouth when Betty enters the room, telling us that she needs to tell us something important. “Can we talk later?” the boy in front of me asks me. “Yeah.”

To be honest  I’m a bit hurt that Betty was a higher priority to him than I am. Sighing I walk up to my friends, sitting down next to Veronica. Betty begins to tell us her oh so important story but I don’t listen to it, too busy to sink into my own thoughts. Should I really confess to Jughead? If I don’t, Ronnie’s going to rip off my head, I think, biting my lip. I get pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone grabbing my hand and squeezing it lightly. Confused I look at her, wanting to know the reason for her action. She just looks straight forward. My eyes follow hers. I freeze at scene in front of me. Jughead’s arm is wrapped around Betty, obviously trying to comfort her. I let my eyes wander between them, noticing the loving look they exchange. A sick feeling starts to fill my stomach. The others must have notice the odd behavior, too, since all of them have confused look on her face. My mouth slightly opens. All I can think of is the way he holds her.

As realization dawns, my chest tightens. I can’t stay here, I think as I stand up quickly. “Where are you going?” All eyes are on me now, making me feel more uncomfortable. “I, erm, I forgot that I have to do… stuff,” I stutter, collecting my stuff and exit the room as fast as possible. I try my hardest to hold back the tears as my vision gets blurry. Knowing that my parents aren’t home I decide it’s the best to just go home. The walk home don’t last long since I basically ran the whole time. The first thing I do when I get home is going in my room and sit down on my bed. Not strong enough to hold the tears back anymore, I let them flow freely down my cheeks.

How could I be this blind? Of course he would fall for her. Stupid me. Who would pick a daisy in a field of roses, right?

I don’t know how long I cry for but after some time the tears stop. All that’s left is that hurt but yet empty feeling. With dry eyes I take my phone out of my pocket and unlock it. Veronica sent me a message, asking me if I’m still up for Pop’s. I type a simple ‘yes’ even though I know that Jug and Betty will be there. Sighing I stand up, making my way to the bathroom since I have to re-do my makeup. When I look in the mirror my breathe stops for a moment. I look how I feel. I not only have red and puffy eyes, I look exhausted in general. “That’s gonna be a lot of work,” I murmur to myself.

Sighing I enter Pop’s, automatically walking to our usual booth. Betty is the first one that notices me. “Hi,” she smiles at me. My eyes wander to Jughead, who’s sitting right next to her. “Hey,” I reply, putting on a fake smile. “Is everything alright? You stormed off quite fast earlier,” Betty says, concern lacing in her voice. “Yeah, I just had this really important thing to do,” I lie with a small smile, while sitting down next to Veronica. I sense how she sends me a worried look. I turn to her and mouth 'I’m fine, really’. She narrows her eyes, not believing me. I roll my eyes at her and turning back to Betty and Jughead. “Anyways, can you believe-” And that’s when I space out. My eyes are fixed on the two person in front of me. Betty leans on Jughead and laughs about something. He looks at her and smiles lightly. I always knew he doesn’t feel the same but seeing how he happy is with her really hurts. Although looking at them hurts me, I can’t seem to look away.

She’s so much prettier than I am. I understand why he fell for her. I wouldn’t choose me, either.

I feel tears filling my eyes and my throat closing. It’s getting harder to breathe. The world’s spinning around me. I’m trying to focus on my breathing but it seems impossible. I quickly stand up, mumbling a quiet 'I gotta go use the bathroom’ and leaving the table. As soon as I enter the bathroom I slide down the wall and let the tears flow for the second time today. The room is empty, all you can hear is my sobbing. I’m too focused on crying that I don’t notice how someone opens the door and sit down next to me. Arms are wrapped around me and soft words are whispered in my ear.

I look up, seeing a sad smiling Veronica. My mouth opens but before I can say anything Veronica mumbles, “I know”. We sit in silence for a few minutes until  I decide to speak up. “Why does it have to hurt so much, Ronnie?” I sob, laying my head on her shoulder. “I don’t know,” she mutters. Her hand starts to trace patterns on my back, trying to comfort me. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N,” Veronica says quietly. “For what?” She sighs, tightens her grip around me. “I told you he feels the same. I got your hopes up” Guilt filling her voice. “It’s not your fault, Ronnie. You can’t make him love me” a sad smile on my face. “He doesn’t deserve you, anyway,” she tries to cheer me up. “What do you think if we order some pizza and then watch a movie at my place?” the girl suggests with a smile on her face. “Just you and me, right?” She nods and wipes away my tears. “Of course,” she replies, standing up. I follow her suit and stand up. A small smile forms on my face when I realize how lucky I am to have a friend like her. Although I still feel heartbroken I know that I will get through this with her by my side.

University Bound

Request: “You’re strong, baby.  You have to be.”  /  “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

a/n: i bet none of you guessed that those prompts would be used in this way :) and to all the people who love dad shawn…this kinda takes a spin on that but in a different way that I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it : )

           You loaded the last item into the trunk of the car and turned around to see Shawn coming out with two more bags.  With a sigh, you took one of the bags from him, “More?”

           He nodded his head, “I think she’s taking her whole room with her.”

           You helped Shawn somehow fit the last two bags in the car. It took a bit of moving around other things, but once everything was situated, you closed the trunk and leaned up against it.  You let out a deep breath as you leaned your head back on the car, “This is really it?”

           Shawn stood next to you and copied your actions, “It’s really it.”

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Date Night

“I’m not rescheduling again John.” You say angrily, heading upstairs to take off your shoes. You had gotten ready for a date; one of your nicer dresses, your dancing shoes, everything, just to be stood up. Again.

“Y/N, come on. It’s only 11:30, we could still go out. The kids are still at Polly’s aren’t they?” He says, trailing behind you as you get into your pajamas.

“Yeah, they are, maybe you should go stay with them for the night.” You say angrily, throwing clothes at him.

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All Coming Back to Me

A/N: This was written for @girl-next-door-writes 500 followers celebration challenge. I’ve been working on this for a while, but I’m still not entirely happy about it, I just have to post before I scrap the whole thing. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated. Betaed by the awesome @thorne93.  

Prompt: It’s All Coming Back To Me - Meatloaf

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, Dean being a dick for a moment.

Wordcount: 3190

The GIF i recieved as a prompt. It fits in with the first flashback, but my computer is being stupid and it wont let me move it. 

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Dean Winchester and I have known each other almost all of my life. Our fathers were both hunters and sometimes I would stay with the Winchesters or Sam and Dean would stay with us. We were in our teens the first time we slept together, Dean was eighteen, I was sixteen. Our relationship, if you can call it that, evolved from there, but we were never exclusive, we never had any conversations about what we were.

Over the years we grew closer, and when Sam left for Stanford, and John and Dean had a falling out, Dean came to find me. He cruised up our driveway and asked me to come with him, told me it would be him, me, the open roads and whatever cases we wanted to take. I didn’t even hesitate to jump in that shiny, black Impala of his and leave everything I knew behind. I was a good hunter, but I had never been hunting without my dad, and he was not pleased with me when I left.

For a while it was great. We hunted monsters, we helped people, and we saved lives. The adrenaline was taken out in between the thin sheets of whatever motel we were staying at.

Dean and John made up at some point and I was sure he would go running back to his father, but to my surprise he stayed with me. John was not happy about it, but after some convincing, he let Dean do his thing, with the promise that they would check in with each other every once in awhile.

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Hoshi - (Mornings with SVT)

Pairing: Hoshi x reader


Rating: G

Words: 813

Slowly, you drifted away from your blissful slumber and towards wakefulness.

You don’t have to open your eyes to register that once again, you were alone in bed.

But you weren’t sad, or worried. Instead, you let out a whisper of a chuckle, rolling onto your back beneath the blankets and briefly cracking one eye open to gauge the time. There was sunlight filtering through the windows, the softness of which suggested it was early morning.

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Small Box | (1/3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I spent the whole day writing this down. This idea came when I was pooping. AND ALSO a huge thank you to my baby @chrisevanshh for editing and being a beta reader for this short story. love you! Muah!! hehe get it?! anyway, Feedback is appreciated!

Warning: angst

Summary: You have a surprise for Steve and it’s in the small box. so, what’s inside the box? 

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Undressed #1

Okay, so I came up with an idea. 

For those of you who don’t know it, Undressed is a dating tv show where two strangers, both single, have to spend thirty minutes together, on a bed, wearing only their underwear, trying to get to know eachother and following the instructions which appear on the screen.

So my question is: what if MC is one of those two strangers and one of the MM characters is the other one? 

Well, here’s the answer.

I’m so trash and I’m not even sorry


  • it was Seven’s idea
  • “c’mon, Yoosung, you’ll never get a girlfriend, why don’t you give it a chance?”
  • it took him some time, but he eventually persuaded him
  • so now Yoosung finds himself in a dark room
  • waiting for a stranger to arrive
  • he’s hella nervous
  • what if she doesn’t like him?
  • or worse, what if he doesn’t like her?
  • he’s a terrible liar, he would end hurting her
  • oh god why did he let Seven convince him
  • what a stupid idea
  • but then MC comes into the room
  • and boy is she pretty
  • “Hey, I’m MC, nice to meet you”
  • “I-I’m Yoosung, n-nice to m-meet you too” he stutters, blushing
  • MC already thinks he’s adorable
  • “So, how are you?”
  • “F-fine”
  • “Do you, uhm, have a job?” MC asks
  • “Oh, no. I’m… still a student”
  • “Wow, cool! And what do you study?”
  • “I-I, uhm, want to become a veterinarian”
  • well done Yoosung, MC is now impressed
  • A veterinarian? That’s-”
  • MC is interrupted by the beginning of the first experiment: Undress
  • and of course they have to undress each other
  • “Should I…? Yes, I should” MC says, pointing at his clothes
  • and then she starts to undress him
  • this boy is about to die
  • poor thing
  • he’s a blushing and stuttering mess
  • MC takes his last piece of fabric off, leaving him in his underwear
  • and now it’s his turn
  • holy hell
  • he’s super embarassed
  • he’s afraid he’ll do something stupid
  • MC is quick to notice, so she tries to make him feel comfortable
  • Yoosung tries to undress her as quick as possible 
  • then they both jump onto the bed
  • they begin chatting once again
  • he finds out MC can sing
  • sometimes MC interrupts him with her laugh, but he doesn’t mind
  • she has the cutest laugh he ever heard
  • but of course now it’s time for the second experiment: MC, sing for him
  • oh well, now they’re both blushing
  • but then MC starts singing, and he can’t help but falling in love with her voice
  • third experiment: Yoosung, sing with her
  • he didn’t see that coming
  • he has no idea what to do
  • he starts to panic
  • he can’t sing
  • but he decides to do it anyway
  • MC starts giggling
  • she find even more and more adorable
  • he’s feeling way more confortable now
  • but then, the fourth experiment happens
  • they can see a video playing on the screen
  • it’s full of people kissing
  • Yoosung blushes once again
  • MC laughs
  • “I guess they want us to kiss” she says
  • and before he can even answer she’s french kissing him
  • time freezes
  • it’s so damn perfect
  • but of course the experiment is about to end
  • and they have to decide whether they want to stay in the bed or get dressed and leave
  • and Yoosung is hella nervous
  • what if she wants to leave?
  • he wants to stay
  • so he chooses “yes”
  • he has no idea what MC might choose
  • he’s feeling anxious
  • suddenly two big “yes” appear on the screen
  • he feels so relieved
  • apparently, MC likes him
  • and you can only imagine what happens once the cameras and lights are off
  • actually nothing
  • we all know Yoosung wouldn’t do anything

So everybody, that’s it!

Let me know what you think about it, and whether I should do the other characters as well I’m actually going to them anyway ^^

Feedback is always appreciated!

So Bad

A/N : I loved the Power Rangers movie and well voila lol anyways feedback is always appreciated and message me if you want me to continue this :)
(Warnings : mentions of past abuse)

Being new in a small town definitely has it’s perks like having a clean slate. No one knew about you and it’s as if you were given a chance to be completely someone new. But the downside was you thought new town meant it deserved a welcoming prank. Unfortunately you got caught and now you’re in detention just your first day. Tanya’s gonna be amused for sure.

The principal was patiently guiding you towards where the detention room was.

“Ms l/n, I do hope this incident does not happen again. I see potential in you, please do not waste your talents on such stupid things” said the principal as you both stopped in front of the pits of hell aka room 404.

He gently shoved you inside the room and left you looking like dumb idiot who tripped herself.
As soon as you gathered yourself together, you realized everyone was looking at you.

Of course, you thought, It’s the new girl syndrome. Everybody’s just gotta get all up in your personal life to judge if you were worthy enough to be their friend or if you were bullying material.

You were snapped out from your thoughts when the detention teacher called out your name.

“Ah I’m assuming you’re Ms. y/n l/n. Welcome to detention, young lady please take a seat.” Said the teacher.

You slowly walked towards an empty desk and chair in front of this girl with short curly hair and a pink shirt.

As soon as you sat down you pulled out your history book and decided to read all about George Washington when you felt someone still staring at you from your peripheral view. You placed your bag to the side to gove you access to who this dipshit was that kept staring at you.

To say you were surprised was the understatement of the century. This guy had the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen. They were captivating, haunting like they’d seen the horrors of the world. You then kept your head down back to your bag then back to George Washington and his story.


“I’m home!” You yelled out while throwing your bag to the couch and rushing towards the kitchen to grab something to eat.

“Hey you, how was school today?” Tanya asked.

“Fine but I was in detention though, so, eh” y/n replied.

“Lemme guess you thought breaking into the school at night and painting the walls with colorful language was your idea of a welcoming gesture.” Said Tanya.

“Boy you know me so well.” Replied y/n sarcastically.

“Where’s Em?” Asked y/n.

“Asleep. You know how 6 year olds get after watching cartoons all day.” Tanya replied as she moved to reheat the takeout last night for y/n.

“Good news though, I got a job at the local Krispy Kreme. It pays enough plus I don’t wanna spend all of our inheritance in just one go.” Said Tanya.

“Cool does that mean we get free doughnuts or something?” Asked y/n.

Tanya gave her a pointed look.

That night you couldn’t help but think about what would happen if you’re mom ever found out where the three of you were. Ever since your dad left your mother for another woman, her losing her job and your grandmother erasing her from the last will and giving her three grandchildren a hefty amount of money, she’d been angry. Drinking, smoking, throeing things and taking her anger out on you and your older sister. You and Tanya made a pact that one would hide Emily and the other one would stall your mother long enough for whoever had Em and her to find a safe spot to hide.

As soon as she came home from her nightly routine, you and tanya would alternately take hits and bruises from someone that was supposed to take care and love you. Well that was bullshit.

Your mother was a drunken crazy woman but she wasn’t stupid. She knew only you three had access to the money needed to continue her…lifestyle. You knew she wouldn’t stop hunting you down until she got what was rightfully hers.

You twisted and turned in your bed until you sat up and decided to go for a walk.

You were so deep in thought you didn’t realize you had made it to the forest of Angel Grove. It was dark and you sure as hell did not know where the hell you were.

You kept on walking and walking until you realized you were hopeless and would have to wait for daylight to see where the road back was. You decided to settle down on a nearby rock that overlooked a lake and close your eyes and hope that you would be safe until morning.

Nope that didn’t happen. You heard a mumbling voice and felt a whisper in your ear. You never ran so fast before in your life. You ran like hell until you tripped and rolled down a downhill slope. You were pretty sure a part of your head was bleeding and you had multiple scratches on your body. You crawled towards a rock to haul yourself up when you saw something beside it, underneath a group of rocks. You pushed aside the rocks and pulled the thing out in the moonlight to inspect it.

It was a circular thing with a green gemstone like thing in the middle.


Rick spittin’ that mad science game.

I don’t know why I decided to doodle up this comic. I think I wanted to do something with the whole family together and Beth secretly wanting her parents to get back together (To sort of justify her own marriage.)

But I loved drawing Beth all excited at her Dad actually attempting to say something nice to her mom (as reconcile) 

(Not to mention the fact that despite all those mean things said about Bonnie, or how much he pretended to hate her, he’d STILL hit it.)

Anyway, feedback always appreciated.

No Place for a Baby

***can you write an imagine where the reader only has her sister left and then her sister dies. nothing romantic has to happen just Carl comforting her***  

You squeezed your fists tighter and felt the small flakes of dried blood crunch in the folds of your skin. You blinked for what felt like the first time that day and looked at your jeans. Your lap was almost entirely caked in old blood that had dried hours ago. The material was stiff against your thighs. You looked at a hand. A small, soft hand with smooth skin. Little chubby fingers and wrinkles at her wrist.

Her eyes were dull now. They felt as if they were staring into your soul. Your life was gone. The one thing that kept you going was dead now, and you had no idea how you were going to go on from here. Your goals now meant nothing, and survival was on the very back of your mind.

You felt a hand slip around your upper arm and tug slightly. After you hadn’t responded to it for a few seconds, a second hand gripped your other arm from behind and pulled you up to stand. Your back hurt and your knees screamed at you for sitting in the same position for so long.

You were finding it a bit hard to stand, for you haven’t moved in so long. These hands guided you up the stairs, and an arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you upright and moving. You turned into the bathroom and looked to your right into the mirror and saw Carl. He helped you sit on the closed toilet and started the bath water. This was odd, knowing that you two have never talked to each other deeper than stupid jokes and basic conversation.

He looked at you with sad eyes and kneeled. He took his hat off and set his hands on your upper arms again. You didn’t move as they moved lower and started pulling at the bottom of your tank top. You lifted your arms as he pulled it off and left you in your bra. After that, he unlaced your shoes and took them off along with your socks.He pulled your arms to help you stand and he unbuttoned your jeans.

You watched the top of his head and watched how his curls moved along with his movements as he tugged your jeans down and you stepped out of them.

You hiccuped and tears started collecting at your lashes once again. He watched you as he pulled you toward the bath tub and helped you into it. He sat on the side of the tub and used a cup to pour a bit of water in your hair. After the water reached just under your breasts, he stopped the faucet, and you listened to the droplets of water from the piping hit the still pool.

You sobbed quietly as he rinsed your blood-dried and dirt covered body and ran his hands softly over your skin. Your head was tilted upward and your hands sat in between your crossed legs. How you hated the feeling of the warm water surrounding your body, your stuffed nose, and the sound of water moving along with the boy beside you. These were things she could no longer experience. She was gone forever. Her existence; taken in an instance, depriving her of ever falling in love, finding a hobby to be passionate about, a favorite band, or trying something new that once terrified her. You would never hear that light chuckle or see that blush on her cheeks that appeared when the weather was too hot.

You were empty. The overwhelming disappointment and sorrow that took you over was too much to handle.


The room was getting darker by the minute as you sat alone on the hard living room floor. Your hands sat on your folded knees nimbly and your eyes were straining to see the pattern in the short carpet’s woven design in the dimming light.


You jumped slightly at the intrusion and didn’t move. You hadn’t even heard him enter. Your mind was in fog, but a frenzy all at once. Your senses buzzed, but you still felt numb. You were within yourself looking outward at a life that hurt too much.

“At least drink some water?” He knelt across from you and held a glass in his hand.

Your eyes slowly moved from his hand he had on the floor to steady himself, up his arm, and to his face. Here you were, being the biggest burden to someone you barely knew. Not once have you ever done anything nice for Carl, and here he is. This boy that you always saw from a distance and admired for the fire in his bright blue eye after every horror he had been through.

Carl raised the glass a bit and moved it toward you as an offering.

You felt your lip quiver and you leaned forward, arms moving past the glass, and threw yourself onto him, arms wrapping around his neck and face buried. You heard the glass hit the carpet, but it did not break. You felt the water at your foot.

Carl sat for a second before moving his arms around you and leaning his head against yours. Sobs overtook you as he held you, but his warmth and the tightness of his hold was everything you needed in that moment. 

I’m back! This is the first of a few I need to finish. Sorry if this one’s a bit lousy. I need to get back into writing. Anyway, feedback is appreciated!

Miss Me? - Part 3

Warnings/Triggers: None

Pairing: boxer!Bucky x Reader

A/N: Here is part three of my boxer!Bucky AU series. I’m not really sure how I’m feeling about this one but I’m posting it anyway/ Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


Sam stood between the two of you looking very confused. “Wait…Y/N, you two know each other?”

You turned your head to Sam furrowing your brows, “What, you know him?” you asked, pointing to the brunette as he asked the same.

“You know her?” He spoke up, looking between you and Sam. “You’ve been holding out on me, Wilson.” He muttered eyeing you, earning glare.

Sam put his hands up trying to explain. “Yes, Bucky is a boxer here,” he started, “and Bucky this is Y/N, a close friend of mine.” He cleared up. “Now, how do you two know each other?”

Clearing your throat, you arched your brow up at Bucky. “Well Sam, Bucky here is the ass who stole my cab this morning.” You gave a sarcastic smile, making the boxer snort. Sam couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, rubbing a hand over his face in disbelief.

“Oh, but you gave it up, sweetheart.” Bucky defended, his eyes smirking at you. His words seemed to flow like caramel off his tongue. Warm and slow, thick as he spoke. 

The metal arm caught your attention as you eyed him. You had noticed it before, thinking it was a sleeve. But up close you could see the scarring that connected the prosthesis to his shoulder. It was so detailed and so…beautiful. You had seen things like it in Tony’s lab, but to see it on someone, functioning, whirring into place. It was amazing.

You scoffed at the man, opening you mouth, ready to fire back at him when Sam stepped in stopping you. “Okay, kiddo, I got the papers now let’s go. See ya later, Buck.” He rushed his words and rolled his eyes at the child like behavior of the two of you before pulling you away.

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