at the end of the movie somebody in the front of the theater stood up and said:

things to say before it’s too late / clay jensen

title: things to say before it’s too late

warnings: depression, suicide, lowkey angst

word count: 1022

note: first writing?? i think hell yeah.

Hannah’s suicide. It hung in the air like rain clouds that refused to let down the torrential water, dark and looming and huge. Her sudden death hit the town like a hurricane; nothing like that ever happened in their small world. Many had been shaken in the impact, only few had been injured by the shrapnel that splintered from her bomb.

Clay scowled mournfully at the incredibly fake memorial in the hall for his late friend. If anyone was a true friend of Hannah, they’d know she hated roses, Mrs. Baker had told Courtney Crimson. She thought they were a cliche. The one flower that stood out amongst the various shades of red roses was a delicate bouquet of baby’s breath, white and fragile.

Everyone had known you were a friend of Hannah, close enough and nice enough to have never done anything to hurt her, intentionally or not. Clay knew that you were such a way that it hadn’t warranted you a place in the girl’s thirteen tapes and it surprised him; practically anyone who had ever come into any contact with her at school had been given a side of a tape.

The boy’s gaze turned away from the table of flowers and candles when a locker slammed uncharacteristically shut. You stood, tears welling up in your eyes as you examined the monument from your own place across the hall. These students didn’t care; they hadn’t cared when she was alive, so why would they care now? Clay couldn’t tell if your tears were from your anger at the student body of Liberty High or your sadness over one of your only friends taking her life. He decided that it was both when you stormed away, allowing the doors to slam behind you.

The two of you had met through Hannah. You had shown up at the Crestmont to surprise her at work and see the movie you had been wanting to see before it was out of theaters. The girl introduced you to Clay and you hit it off. You three talked in the halls, exchanged answers on homework for classes you shared, had a stupid group chat where Clay talked shit about low budget sci-fi movies he had seen on TV and you and Hannah laughed at his rants.

He was close enough to you to know that you weren’t okay. This was taking a toll on you just as it had done with Olivia Baker. He had realized his mistake with Hannah and, at the end of the day, knew that it was just as much his fault as anyone else’s. He needed to reach out this time, stop somebody from doing something to themselves that they couldn’t reverse, so he followed after you.

He wasn’t surprised to find your car parked out at Eisenhower Park, your eyes staring blankly across the playground. You jumped when he knocked on your window, but nodded and gave him permission to join you. The space was silent aside from the harsh blow of the air conditioner and the radio playing some slow ballad. It seemed like twenty years before Clay spoke any words.

“How are you?” he asked, his voice quiet and unintentionally wavering.

“I’m… okay,” you replied, tensing. He knew you weren’t, everyone knew you weren’t, so why were you telling such a white lie in front of the only person who knew you better than Hannah.


You turned your head sharply, so much so that Clay was worried he’d given you whiplash or something. Your eyes blazed, though he couldn’t determine an exact emotion.

“Stop what?”

He squared his jaw and narrowed his eyes. You couldn’t tell if this was his way of showing his anger at you or building up the courage to say something.

“Stop telling me you’re okay.”

That’s what took you aback; those five words made your eyes widen, blink in rapid succession, trying to analyze what his motives were behind his sentence.


“Every time I ask you how you are, you say that you’re okay, that you’re fine when it’s obvious that you’re not. A-And I don’t mean to sound rude, but it’s worrying me,” he started. “I refuse to sit here and watch another person I love unravel themselves and do something they’ll regret because I was too afraid to reach out and help them. If-If I had said something to Hannah, let her know that I was here for her, maybe I could have stopped her, but I didn’t because I was scared. I’m not going to let you do that to yourself, too.”

More blinks. Clay was smart, intelligent, attentive. He knew how to read emotions, facial expressions, body language. He knew that you were hurting, that this whole situation was breaking down your mental health and sending it into a spiral of depression. You sat there bugged-eyed, not knowing how to respond.

“Clay, I…”

He was blinking away his own tears, sad and angry and melancholy. Here the two of you were, breaking down in the crisp cold air of your car’s AC unit, tearing up and wanting to reach out to each other.

“[Name], if I would have just let her know-”

He was choking on nothing, his throat was closing up; you leaned across the console, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“It’s okay.”

He was sobbing, his wet hitting and soaking through your shirt sleeve.

“I can’t lose you, too. I’m here and I want to be here for you. Just don’t leave like she did.”

You were both crying now, holding each other tightly and trying to soothe each other through your own wet eyes. It was some consolation, some sort of reckoning force that brought you back from those thoughts. Seeing what Hannah’s departure had done to her family and the friends she had left behind was heartbreaking, it wasn’t something that you could ever do now that you thought about it.

Your fingers curled and gripped onto Clay’s jacket, bringing his warmth and comforting scent closer to yourself. “I won’t. Don’t let me go please.”

“Never. Never in a million years.”

Movie Night Pt. 6

Baby Edition

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2220

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (wrap the willies, sillies!), SLIGHT anal play, language, Fluff…. so much fluff, you could die from it.

A/N: All the Dad!Bucky feels in this one my friends…


You wiped at the tears that were running down your face.

“A-are you sure?”

The doctor smiled at you and nodded her head, “I sure am.” She turned the screen toward you and pointed out what she saw. “Do you want me to put this on a CD for you so you can take it home?”

You nodded before blubbering even harder. The doctor laughed, handing you some Kleenex, “I hope those are happy tears.”

You smiled at her, dabbing at your make-up, “Yes, oh my yes.”

She handed you the disk and a business card, “I’ll see you next month my dear.”

You stood up and shook her hand that she offered.

You smiled at everyone while walking through the lobby, trying to not burst into tears again.

Once behind the wheel of your car, you let out a little squeal and dug through your purse for your phone. Pulling up Natasha’s number, you hit call and excitedly waited for her to answer.

“Hey, how did it go?” She asked instantly.

You laughed before you answered, “Bucky is going to freak.”

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Put My Heart Back Together Part 5

Summary: Reader isn’t human and when she finally confesses her love to a certain metal armed soldier, her heart breaks (literally) when he doesn’t love her back. Will the reader deal with the dullness she has to endure or will Bucky come to his senses? Soulmate AU?


Author’s Note: This is long. I apologize if this is complete shit.  My friend has helped me tremendously with the chapters, @krimzenrayne​ .

Originally posted by annutystan

It has been a year since your mother had come to live with you and since the decision that led to you and Bucky to be friends again. Bucky has changed his attitude towards you and it did make your chest a little lighter. You and Bucky began to communicate better, understand each other more clearly, and you both started to feel a lot better. It did take some time for you both to get use to the new change but your mother was there to help you both. At first, Bucky wouldn’t stay in the same room as you, he still felt the crushing weight of the guilt. You couldn’t look at him for more than a minute, he was so mesmerizing that you wanted to curl up to him but you couldn’t. 

You started to let your voice be heard, you didn’t wait until the last minute to say something and it made things a lot less painful. You didn’t overthink when Bucky would talk to another woman, you concluded that there are female agents and they do not get his love, that’s only you. You stopped being dramatic when someone hurt you or when they said something they didn’t know upset you. You started to feel better and your two heart puzzle pieces started to shift a little towards each other. 

Bucky stopped denying that he doesn’t deserve love, he learned to accept it. He didn’t go out of his way to make you upset anymore, so he wouldn’t get close to you. He stopped making decisions for you and started to talk to you about it. He start to think before he did something that might hurt you. 

All in all, it was a going good. You two still have a long way to go but this past year has showed how much you both improved. You felt somewhat happy and it felt good to feel something other than depressed or angry. 

“EVERYONE! MAY I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!” Tony’s voice boomed through out the kitchen and the lounge area that was connected to the kitchen. You sat on the kitchen counter top, talking with your mom who was in front you. She had some baggy clothes on like you did, she was leaning against the counter behind her as she talked to you about Russia when the old man bombarded into the room. 

“Tony it is nine in the fucking morning. If you don’t tell us what this is about soon, I’m going to roast you.” You were a morning person but you hated when people do that, you didn’t like when people interrupted your conversations. 

“Well Y/N if you did than you would be uninvited to my party tonight. Everyone is invited, dress casual.” With that Tony swiftly exited the room, not wanting to hear any rejections. 

“Flame, are you going?” Your mother turned back to you once Tony left. You shrugged your shoulders as you sipped on your earl grey tea. You did want to go and have a good time but you didn’t exactly like big crowds. 

“I don’t know. You know how I get in large crowds.” Your mother hummed in agreement. You noticed that Bucky was talking with Natasha and Wanda in the lounge area. Your hands grew a faint shade of orange. 

“Flaaaaaaame.” Your mother drew out your pet name as she noticed your growing worry, literally. You snapped back to your mothers gaze and controlled your emotions.

“Why are you worrying?” You felt her hand grasp your hand as you let out a rather sad sigh.

“I guess I’m just insecure. Natasha and Bucky have had a past and she seems like the perfect fit even though the universe literally made us soulmates, I still get insecure.” You kept your head down as you confessed your thoughts. 

“Oh honey, it’s okay to be insecure as long as you don’t drown yourself in it.” She rubbed small circles on your hand as she gave you a toothy smile. 

“Anyway, are you going?” You changed the subject to avoid getting more into it, you agreed with her but you just hated to dwell on it. 

“I think I will.” She moved to the sink and placed her empty cup in the sink to wash it later. 

“I’m going to the lab to help Bruce. Call me if you need me okay sweetie?” You nodded at your mothers question and sipped on your tea. You began to debate whether you are going to the party or not. 

“Agent Y/L/N?” You rose your head to find a rather attractive young man staring at you. Who is he?

“Yes?” You wondered who this mysterious man was, you haven’t seen him before. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and he was very fit.

“I’m Agent Bay Hart, I am new to the Avengers. You’re the only one I haven’t met so I thought I would introduce myself.” He extended his hand with a polite smile spread across his face. 

You jumped off the counter and took his hand in yours but once your skin made contact he jerked his hand back. 

“OW!” You might have forgotten to warn him that your hands are usually hotter than most. 

“I’m so sorry!” You couldn’t believe that you already burned him before you even said ‘hello.’

“It’s okay. I should’ve known that your body temperature is hotter than most.” He chuckled at his mistake and yours. You giggled a little as you two started to get to know more about each other. You’ve discovered that he is an excellent sniper, combat trainer, and he is married. 

“I bet I could kill more target faster than you.” He heard that you were one of the best snipers in the compound and he was one for a challenge. You chuckled and rolled your eyes at his competitiveness. 

“Suuuure and I bet that by tomorrow pig’s will fly.” He laughed at your sarcasm. 

“Y/N?” You looked up from Bay and your eyes met Bucky’s grey ones. 

“Hey Bucky!” You sounded happier than usual, your cheeks were a bit pink, you started to get nervous and Bay noticed your love struck state. Bay started to chuckle and nudge your side which made you push him away and let out a laugh at his behavior. Bucky just stood in front of you two and looked very confused. 

“So are you going to the party tonight?” Bucky went to the fridge to grab a water. You shrugged your shoulders and mumbled an, ‘ I don’t think so.’

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t just stay in your room all night.” Bay wanted to hangout with you more and frankly you did too, he seemed nice. You pursed your lips, taped your finger on your chin as you pretend to think about it. Bay chuckled at your act and rolled his eyes. 

“I think that’s a great idea, Bay! I think Netflix and I have a date tonight anyway.” You and Bay were laughing at your comment while Bucky looked like he could kill at any moment. 

“I’ll talk to you later Y/N.” Bucky went to hug you and you of course returned it. Bucky gave Bay a cold stare but you didn’t see it. When you went to pull away Bucky didn’t make a move to disconnect you two anytime soon. You didn’t mind but you weren’t alone so you laughed as you lightly pushed him off. 

“I’ll see you later Bucky.” Bucky’s arm wrapped around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You didn’t expect it but you smiled stupidly as he left the kitchen. 

“Okay, you have to tell me what that was about.” Bay had his head rested on his hands as he leaned against the counter listening to you intently as you explain everything. 

9:41 pm.

You didn’t go to the party, you didn’t feel like being around anyone tonight. You changed from your day clothes into your comfortable over-sized band tee and leggings. You went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and a drink as you made your course to the theater room. You asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to play When Harry Met Sally as you got comfortable on one of Tony’s expensive couches. The opening began to play when you heard the door open and you paused the movie to tell them to ‘fuck off’ but than you saw a familiar face. 

“Mind if I join?” Bay looked like he has been in bed all day. You furrowed your eyebrows as you made room for him to sit beside you. When he sat down, he groaned in pain. Your eyebrows increased to make its way towards each other. 

“Why are you not at the party?” 

“I had over trained today and I pulled some muscles. Didn’t really feel like getting wasted tonight.” You laughed at the explanation.

“You’re a body builder.” You sneered at the stupid man beside you as he gave you a playful glare. He rolled his eyes and you just chuckled as you told F.R.I.D.A.Y to play the movie. Throughout the movie, you and Bay discussed the characters you hated and loved, the plot, and the ending. 

“But come on Y/N, you can’t actually be into that.” You and Bay had abandoned the theater room for a moment, you had run out of food. You rolled your eyes at Bay’s stupid comment. You walked beside each other as you both made your way to the kitchen. 

“I love that quote. It’s romantic.” You argued with the blonde. 

“I dare you reenact it with me.” Bay smirked as your cheeks went pint. He rolled his eyes, “Just pretend it’s Bucky.” He smirked even wider when your face went tomato red. You sighed as you thought this would be fun to actually say it to someone even for a joke. Unbeknownst to you or Bay, Bucky was just about to enter the kitchen when he heard you talking to Bay. You and Bay began to grow serious so you two could reenact your favorite scene.

“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” 

“You see? That is just like you, Bay. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.”You repeated your favorite quote with such passion that you sounded like you were serious. Bay insisted that you use his name rather than Harry because it would sound more real. Out of the corner of your eye you saw something reflect light in your eye.

But when you looked in that direction, you didn’t see anything. You shrugged your shoulders and looked back at Bay who was trying to be serious. He started to quote other cheesy love lines from other movies. You tried to stay serious throughout the whole thing but it was very difficult. 

“I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me, every day.” Bay grasped your hand in order to make it more believable. You both were on the verge of laughing but you wanted to continue to see if you can make him laugh first.

  “You had me at hello.” You sounded so sincere, you sounded like you were actually confessing. You and Bay separated as you both cracked at the same time, the last quote was too much. 

“Oh my goodness, that was HILARIOUS.” You and Bay were on the floor laughing. You haven’t had a laugh like that in a very long time. You both got your asses off the floor and wiped the tears that spilled out during your giggle fit. 

You and Bay hung out in the kitchen for a couple hours. You decided to cook some cookies as you both shared some mission stories. You explained your race to your new team mate and he told you how he met his partner. 

“I think I’m going to head to Bucky’s room and see if he returned from the party.” You would usually spend your nights with Bucky but he went to the party. He promised to meet you later but you haven’t seen him in over six hours. Bay rolled his eyes as he gagged as he stuck his finger in his mouth pointing to this uvula.

“Oh shut up. I’ll see you later Bay.” You skipped out of the kitchen and took your time to Bucky’s room as you thought about the fun you had with your new friend. You giggled at the memory of the stupid cheesy lines. It was currently 12:43 am and you wanted to talk to Bucky before you headed to bed. 

“Bucky!” You knocked rapidly at his door hoping he’ll be in a good mood. You loved talking about your day to Bucky and you loved hearing about his. You just hated when he was in a bad mood, you hated to see him other than happy. 

Bucky’s door swung open and reviled a red eyed, slumped Bucky. You furrowed your eyebrows and made haste to comfort him but when you fingertips touched his cheek, he reacted like it was poison. The pain sketched on his face made your heart ache. You were about to ask what’s wrong when his voice made its way out of his throat. 

“Go away.” He slammed the door straight in your face. You stood there stunned at his behavior. Okay what the fuck was that?

“Bucky, what did I do?” You had a small pool of tears making their way around your vision. You didn’t like this, not one bit. 

“GO AWAY Y/N!” He sounded so angry. What had you done?

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow Bucky..” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear. You had your head down as you made your way towards your room to think about all the situations that might have led to this. 

Bucky’s POV.

I had walked into the kitchen in search for Y/N but when I heard her rather romantic confession towards the new agent, I bolted the minute she she confessed, “you had me at hello.”

I entered my room and as soon as the door shut, I punched the wall to my right. I retracted my metal fist from the plaster and engrossed my hands into my hair where they tangled themselves into my locks. I sat at the edge of my bed in order to calm down and evaluate the situation. 

“She’s my soulmate, she wouldn’t do this.” I tried to reason with my darker thoughts that began to whisper appalling words into my brain. 

You hurt her, you broke her heart, you idiot. You’re a monster, you can’t really think that this soulmate shit is real? You have a soulmate? You’ll never be loved.”  It all became too much, my vision faded and darkness invaded my sight and my mind. I couldn’t fight them anymore, they were too much. I sat on the corner of my bed, in the dark as I began to panic and feel worthless. 

Why would she love me?

“Bucky!!” Y/N beautiful voice came in my mind like a bullet. I furrowed my eyebrows, why was she here? I rose from my spot on the bed and wiped my eyes, even though it did nothing. I opened the door to find the love of my life. 

My shoulders slumped when all I could think about was those damn words as I saw her gorgeous fucking eyes. Damnit.

She went to touch my face as her expression turned to worry. When her fingertips brushed against my skin, all I could think about was her love confession to the new agent. I pulled away immediately as I thought about her holding on to Bay. 

“Go away.” I took all the strength I had left to look her in the eyes and shut the door in her face. I leaned my forehead on the door as I placed my hands on either side of my face. I love you, all I could repeat in my mind was those stupid three words. 

“Bucky what did I do?” She sounded so broken, it almost made me run out of the room and wrap her into me. Almost

“GO AWAY Y/N!” I screamed in an angry tone but I wasn’t angry with her. I was angry at myself for thinking I deserved her love. I could never be angry with her even if she broke my heart. I felt betrayed. 

I found myself on my knees as I still had my hands and forehead pressed against the door. 

“I love you, Y/N. I love you more than you know.” I found myself whispering through the pain how much I love my precious angel. But she wasn’t mine, at least not anymore. 


“What did I do, mamma? Everything was going so well until three weeks ago.” Every night since that dreadful night when Bucky closed his door on you, you’ve been crying yourself to sleep in your mother’s lap. It’s been three weeks exactly since Bucky decided to cut you off, it hurt more each day. You tried, fuck did you try, to talk to him. He only gave you a stone cold glare and a scoff as he pushed you aside and resumed what he was doing. 

“Ssh, flame, we’ll find out what is going on m’kay? It will be okay.” She would always hold her arms wide open when you’d open the door with red cheeks and tears cascading down your face. You soon drifted off into dreamland as your mother pet your hair, kissed your forehead, and tucked you in.

Wanda was in the main kitchen when she saw your mother come into view with a sorrowful look on her face. She leaned her elbows on the counter as she massaged her temples with her fingertips. Wanda and your mother have grown close and your mother had grown fond of the witch. Your mother had officiously adopted Wanda for a birthday, you both cried so hard. Wanda was now your sister and your mother had another addition to the family.  

“Mom, is everything okay?” Wanda sat her cup of tea down and placed her hand on her shoulder. 

“Hmm? Oh yes, I’m just confused and worried about this situation with Y/N and Bucky.” Your mother kept her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes focused on the basket of fruit in front of her as she thought of ways to help. 

“I think I may know why.” Tony popped his head around the corner to show he was eavesdropping on the two women. “Before you say anything, I miss my cheerful Y/N, so when I noticed something happened between the two I did some research on the security cameras.” Tony explained his reasoning behind his case. 

Tony held out his tablet to the two curious women, he then pressed play when they nodded him to do so. It played that fateful night. It was a perfect angle, you could see you two clearly as well as the hallway where Bucky was eavesdropping. The two women had their eyes wide when they saw that Bucky didn’t wait until you both crackled with laughter to leave. This explains it all. 

“Oh shit.” Wanda gasped at the new evidence to the case of your broken state and Bucky’s. The group of three took it all in, Tony took it in for the second time. 

They began to come up with a plan to get you two to at least talk. Now it was time to put it in action.

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Best Laid Plans

Summary: History professor Dean Winchester had his life all planned out – until a brilliant, beautiful doctor walked into his office.

Part Six: Bad Dates, Bad Decisions
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2000.
Warnings: None, I think.


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anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario where you are on a date with Baekhyun and runs into your friend who happens to be on a date with Chanyeol? The four of you end up going somewhere together but Chanyeol and your friend can't stop making jokes and pulling pranks and it ends up being a crazy day

Night Out With the Boyfriends ~Baekhyun ft. Chanyeol~

I want to go on a double date with Baekhyun as my boy and Chanyeol as my friend’s boy SO. BAD. GAAHHHH. ~Admin S

Baekhyun stood at the front door of the restaurant and held the door open for you. He smiled and motioned for you to walk right ahead, which you did. “Thank you,” you said as you walked past him.

Once you were out, Baekhyun stepped out as well and locked his arm with yours. “No problem,” he said and began to lead you down the street. “Any plans for where we should go next?”

“At this time at night, I’m really up for anything. As long as I get to be with you.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

Baekhyun laughed and nodded his head. “Same here,” he agreed. “So how about we just go for a walk then or something? I can’t think of anywhere else to go.”

“That sounds good to me.”

And so the two of you ended up walking around town, hand in hand, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. The two of you were already really close with each other in the relationship, so just having the other person’s company was enough to make you feel happy.

“Are you hungry, jagiyah?” Baekhyun asked a few minutes later.

You almost wanted to laugh out loud. “After that meal at the restaurant, I think I’m set for a good week now.”

Baekhyun was about to make a comment to your little joke, but his words were swallowed by someone’s voice yelling down the street, “_______! Baekhyun!”

The two of you stopped and whirled around. In the distance, you could see a tall young man walking hand in hand with his girl. The girl told him something and then pulled on his arm, dragging him down the street.

When they were close enough, you could recognize them as Chanyeol and your friend, Jay.

“Jay ? Chanyeol?” you said. “Are you two on a date?”

“Yes,” Jay answered. “This kid has literally taken me to five restaurants in one hour and I almost feel like I’m sick of food. Almost.” She gave him a little sideways glance.

Chanyeol shrugged innocently. “If I had somebody paying for all my food, I’d be pretty happy about it.”

Jay looked like she was about to throw some sort of remark at him, but Baekhyun stopped her by speaking up. “We’re on a date too,” he said. “I took _______ to the new restaurant that just opened in town.”

“I took Jay there too!” Chanyeol exclaimed.

“Oh my goodness.” Jay reached out and grabbed your hand. “Did you try the garlic bread there? I kept ordering them until they ran out, those things were so good.”

You frowned. “No wonder they didn’t have anymore when we went there.”

Jay and Chanyeol laughed in unison. “Sorry,” they said.

Chanyeol threw his hands up happily as if he had just thought of an idea. “How about we all go somewhere together?” he suggested. “The night is still young, we could always turn this into one big group date.”

You and Baekhyun exchanged glances. The two of you felt a little tired at this hour, but neither of you wanted to miss out on a good time with your two friends.

So, you both shrugged and turned to face the couple in front of you. “Let’s go!” you both said in unison.




Since it was almost midnight, the four of you decided to head to the movie theater and see if there were any midnight specials that were playing.

“Let’s see Catching Fire,” Chanyeol suggested as soon as you stepped into line.

“No,” Jay said. “You didn’t even read the book.”

“Reading the book is for losers, and I still want to see the movie.”

“Let’s see something else.” Jay spun around and eyed you and Baekhyun. “What do you two wanna see?”

The two of you shrugged. “Anything, doesn’t matter,” you answered.

Chanyeol clapped his hands. “It’s settled, we’re watching Catching Fire.” He sped towards the front of the line to order the tickets, even though he knew Jay would go after him.

She let out a loud sigh and followed his tracks, scolding him loudly.

You and Baekhyun laughed as you walked over to the food stands, picking out what you wanted to snack on during the movie.

“This date is going to get crazy from here,” Baekhyun said. Whenever Jay and Chanyeol were involved in anything together, there was craziness to occur every single time.

You nodded. “If anything goes wrong, we could always ditch them.”

“______,” he said disapprovingly, as if he weren’t proud of what you said. But then, he just grinned. “It’s a deal.”




“I want to sit in the front.”

“Chanyeol, nobody sits in the front. Let’s go to the back.”

“Why would you want to go to the back?”

“Park Chanyeol, do not argue with me.”

Chanyeol sighed and stomped up the stairs. Once he got to the third row down from the top, he scooted in and sat down. Jay sat right beside him, then you, then Baekhyun.

“Jagiyah,” Chanyeol said to Jay, playfully kicking her leg. “You’re really annoying.”

“I love you too, Chanyeol,” she said in response. “But if you talk during the movie, I will personally usher you out.”

You and Baekhyun tried to emit your laughter at that, since you knew she was being serious. Your hand found Baekhyun’s in the darkness and he laced your fingers together.

“I love you, jagi,” Baekhyun said. “I just thought I’d let you know that.”

You smiled and rested your head against his shoulder. “I love you too, Baek.”

He frowned. “Hey, why don’t I get a kiss? You usually kiss me after you tell me you love me.”

“Not now, Baek, the movie is starting.”

“But I want a kiss.”


Shhhh!” Chanyeol snapped. “I’m trying to watch the movie.”

“Oh will you be quiet? It’s only the ads playing right now,” said Jay.

Chanyeol sunk back in his seat. “Oh.” He looked over at you and Baekhyun. “Okay, you can both carry on with whatever you were doing.”

You chuckled and shook your head. Then, you reached up and pressed a soft kiss to Baekhyun’s lips. “Happy?” you asked when you pulled away.

He grinned. “Very.”




For the beginning of the movie, Chanyeol and Jay were surprisingly quiet. This was something neither of them did of course, which is why you were intrigued. Baekhyun wasn’t one to keep quiet often either, so that surprised you as well.

Baekhyun did however lose interest in the movie quite quickly, which is why he began to do random little things to you to help ease his boredom. He’d kick your leg, poke your cheek, kiss your forehead, and do anything else that he could while still staying quiet.

“Byun Baekhyun,” you whisper shouted to him at one point. “Can you stay still?”


You lightly slapped his cheek and shook your head. “You must be dying in here,” you whispered.

“I am,” he replied. “I don’t think Chanyeol and Jay are too interested in the movie either.”

You turned to get a proper look at Jay and Chanyeol, and found them both messing around with each other as well, barely paying attention to the movie.

“Hey Chanyeol,” Jay said to him, kicking nudging his elbow. “Why do bees have sticky hair?”

Chanyeol turned his head and stared at her. “Why?”

“Because they use honeycombs.” Jay laughed at her own joke.

Chanyeol looked like he had just heard the most horrific thing in his life. “That wasn’t funny,” he said.

“You’re not funny.”

“I know, I’m hilarious.

“Then why don’t you tell me a joke then?”

“Fine.” Chanyeol racked his brain for a joke that he could tell Jay. You listened carefully, since you knew whatever came out of his mouth could either be really good or really bad.

Chanyeol smiled once he finally thought of one. “Yo’ mama is so fat, she can’t even float in space.”

Jay’s jaw dropped and she slapped Chanyeol’s arm. “Park Chanyeol, don’t you dare make jokes like that!”

Chanyeol’s hand flew to the spot where he had been hit and rubbed it while pouting. “Ouch,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

Baekhyun leaned forward so that he could stare at Chanyeol properly. “Hey Chanyeol,” he said. “Yo’ mama is so hairy, she got bangs on her knees.”

“Byun Baekhyun!” Chanyeol snapped. “Don’t insult my mother like that!”

Baekhyun just laughed out loud at his own joke and fell back in his seat, trying to contain himself.

“Yo’ mama is so old, she dreams in black and white,” said Chanyeol.

“Hey now!” Baekhyun exclaimed. “Don’t make fun of my mother’s dreams!”

“Hey you two, be quiet!” Jay snapped, waving her hands in the air as if it would make them both be quiet. “I’m trying to watch a movie here.”

Chanyeol pointed at Baekhyun accusingly. “He made fun of my mother.”

Baekhyun gave him a ridiculous look. “You made fun of my mother.”

“You both made fun of each other’s mother, alright?” You slapped Baekhyun’s arm. “Now, shush.”

“You guys are the worst people to see a movie with,” Jay muttered, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“You’re not particularly quiet either,” you pointed out.

Jay grinned and nudged you with her elbow. “I know, but I’m fun,”




When the movie ended, the four of you were the first to sprint out of the theater. There were people all around you guys that kept complaining about all the talking, so you were more than happy to leave the cinema once the movie was done.

“That was fun!” Chanyeol stuffed the last handful of popcorn in his mouth and then threw the empty bowl into the nearby trashcan. “We should do this again sometime.”

You and Baekhyun locked arms and shared sketchy looks. “Yeah…” the two of you said lightly.

“The night is still young,” Chanyeol said. “We should go out for more food.”

“Chanyeol,” Jay groaned. “How much food can your body hold for goodness sakes?”

“Quite a lot, actually.”

You and Baekhyun laughed quietly at your two friends. They sure were annoying most times, but they also were really fun to be around.

Maybe group dates like this would definitely happen more often in the future.

jarajara  asked:

Hoho, I love the idea for your long fic!! My vote's on Jasico all the way ^w^ Speaking of Jasico, since you've been asking for drabble requests...would you be willing to write a one-shot of them meeting at a theater? Hehe :D

So, this ended up being a bit longer than what I expected, but I enjoyed writing it. I wasn’t sure if you meant movie theater or an actual theater so I went with the one with plays and musicals but not much detail just in case. Also a healthy dose happy!Nico which I think is something everyone needs in their lives.

Hope you like it! xx

P.S. And thanks for your vote!

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Jason walked out of the theatre, the surprisingly cold air suddenly engulfing him. He wrapped his jacket tighter around himself, hoping to hang on to a bit of warmth. He turned to the right, walking slightly away from the door and resting against the wall next to it. He let his head back, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the sounds of the outside world, enjoying what he could.

Only a few minutes had passed before Jason finally stood up straight, turning to look sadly at the door of the building. This was the last time Annabeth would ever drag him to a play (he knew that was a lie, but he had to at least hope he wouldn’t cave next time). It wasn’t even in english this time! (ok some of it was but not the whole thing ok, and Jason didn’t speak italian) He didn’t even know why she enjoyed them, he would have never pegged her as the theatre type. He had made the mistake of asking her once- he then had to hear about ‘the simply amazing and so unique history’ of what the theatre held. After two hours of incessant fact shooting, Jason still didn’t understand. Still, he never asked her again.

Sighing, the blonde headed towards the door. He was about to push it open when it swung in his direction, the frame doing a successful job of smacking him in the face. Jason stumbled back for a moment due to the force, before the dizziness dragged him to the ground.

“Merda, merda, merda! Mi dispiace tanto,” Jason looked up at the body in front of him. There was a boy and he appeared to be kneeling in front of him, a worried look on his face. He was pretty, Jason noticed. The boy had olive skin and a thin frame, with bones jutting out. He was all sharp angles. His face had a sort of elegance and maturity to it, as odd as that sounded. Still, it was clear to anyone that he couldn’t be more than seventeen. Jason managed to see all of this before finally realizing that the boy was speaking in another language.

“What?” He asked, not being able to hide his confusion. The boy bit his bottom lip nervously, he appeared to be thinking.

“English?” He offered and Jason nodded. “I am sorry?” He said, though it sounded more like a question. Jason could tell that the boy didn’t know the language very well. He dismissed the apology.

“Don’t worry about it,” He assured him, moving to stand. The boy stepped back for a moment, before realizing Jason was close to falling and rushing to aid him. He gripped his arm tightly, using a surprising amount of strength to lift him. He put his arm around Jason’s waist, helping him stand, and took him to a bench a couple of feet away. Once Jason was seated, the boy turned to look at him.

“Stai bene?” He asked Jason, who merely shook his head in confusion. The boy groaned in exasperation, his hands running through his hair as he let out a string of what seemed to be curses. Even Jason could tell that. The boy was frustrated, he could tell, but that only seemed to make Jason slightly turned on. You couldn’t blame him, really. There was a hot -italian?- boy in front of him that kept speaking in his own tongue and caring for Jason. It was all a bit too much.

Before Jason could try to justify the situation to himself, the boy had taken out his cellphone. “What are you doing?” Jason asked him. The boy turned to look at him.

“Help,” He answered determinatedly. Jason was sure that the short answer was the only word the boy could think of. Before him, the boy had dialled a number and was now in a heated conversation with a random somebody in -very hot- italian. After a couple of moments, the boy hung up and turned back to Jason, offering him a nervous smile. “Sister. Help,” He explained as best he could, pointing at his cellphone. Jason guessed that he had been talking to his sister about the random blonde the boy had hit. Jason nodded in acknowledgement.

“What’s your name?” He asked the boy, who looked completely baffled.

“Che cosa?” He asked him. Jason could only guess that the boy didn’t understand him.

“Your name,” He repeated, enunciating as best he could whilst pointing at the boy.

“Oh, il mio nome! Sono Nico di Angelo,” The boy replied, finally understanding what Jason was saying. “Qual è la tua?” He asked Jason, pointing at him. He could guess that Nico was returning the favor.

"Jason Grace,” He told Nico, who smiled.

“Jehson Graz?” He asked, trying to say it, but mispronouncing it slightly. Still, Jason couldn’t help but find it endearing. He shook his head.

“Jay-son Gray-ce,” He repeated, enunciating and opening his mouth wide. Nico laughed at him.

“Jehson Grez?” He tried again, but to no avail. Jason laughed with him.

“We’ll work on it,” He told Nico. The latter nodded happily, though Jason couldn’t tell if the boy understood him or not. Sadly, he had not time to ask, seeing as Nico’s mysterious sister had finally arrived.

“Nico! Che cosa hai fatto? Dove si trova?” She asked him, causing another wave of confusion to wash over Jason. Nico, who was the only one that noticed, giggled as he pointed at the former. The girl turned to look at Jason, a concerned look on her face.

"Oh, crap. I am so sorry,” She apologized for her brother. “Nico tends to be a bit clumsy at times, he didn’t mean to hurt you,” She assured him, but Jason only laughed.

“Don’t worry about it, I should have been looking where I was going.” He replied. “Besides, I’m not dead and he’s good company, so it’s all ok,” The girl smiled gratefully.

“Thanks for not making a big deal about it. And, I’m sorry, but we do need to get going.” She turned towards her brother. “Dire addio, Nico, stiamo lasciando,” She told him. Nico pouted, saying something in protest. A fond smile appeared on Bianca’s lips as she rolled her eyes at him. “Sii veloce su di esso,” Was all she told him before starting towards the parking lot, sending a small wave to Jason.

After responding, Jason turned back to Nico, who was smiling nervously at him. “Sorry, about umm…” He trailed off, not being able to say what he was thinking. Jason shook his head, smiling up at him.

"Don’t sweat it,” He said, which made Nico look very confused. He couldn’t tell if it was because he understood the words, but not the slang or just didn’t get any of it. Still, it was only a few seconds before Nico spoke once more.

“Numero?” He asked Jason. And even Jason could understand that. He pointed at Nico’s phone, then took out his own and pointed at it too.

“Number?” He asked Nico, who nodded enthustically. Jason smiled at him, trading phones with the boy. Then trading back because what where was the add contacts thing damn language barrier. Finally, when they had shown each other where to add themselves and done so, they handed their phones back. Jason wanted to talk more (or, at least, try to) but Nico glanced towards the parking lot to where Jason was sure his sister was waiting for him.

“Devo, umm…. go?” He said nervously, mixing the languages. Jason chuckled, smiling softly at him.

“Ok, just wait,” He held up his hand as he took his phone out again, hoping to take advantage of the free wifi. He went to his trusty google translator and played around with it before looking up at Nico again. “Ci vediamo presto?” He asked him, a nervous smile playing at his lips. Nico laughed- probably at his sucky accent and the fact that there was a 80% chance that google lied to him. But Nico nodded anyway, beaming at Jason.

“Yes,” He told the latter, his accent still managing to slip into the one syllable word.

“Good,” Jason told him. “See you later then,” Nico smiled at him again before dashing towards the parking lot, doing his best not to look back.

Jason smiled at his disappearing figure. He was sure that it would be a lot of work to have a good friendship with Nico, let alone be able to ask the young italian on a date. It would involve yelling from his best friends, encouragement, and lots of google translate. But still, picturing Nico’s smiling face in his mind, Jason was more than okay with that.