brooklyn spoke




REQUEST(S): “Tough AF Brooklyn chick is pined after by Race Higgins” - anon

“Hey could you write something with a badass girlsie who the boys are kind of afraid of? Sorry it’s kind of vague I just don’t see many SUPER badass ones. Maybe she beats up the delancey brothers by themselves and the boys are like WTF?!!! And could it be racetrack x reader? Love you tons your writing is amazing!!” - @impractical-impala

SUMMARY: In which Y/N makes Race nervous

A/N: ayyyye guess who finally wrote something? but seriously, i can’t write fight scenes??? like idk how to do that so sorry if this sucks :( also, i know Y/N isn’t like super super bad ass in this so sorry about that too, i’m not really sure how to write that either. hope you like it though!


Y/N was headed to Manhattan to deliver a message from Spot to Jack Kelly. She’d already finished selling her papes for the day, and Spot trusted her the most out of all the other Brooklyn newsies. It was a simple (stupid, in her opinion) message, but she didn’t mind taking a walk on such a nice day. The sky was blue, the sun was out, and there was a nice breeze.

She’d come to Manhattan a few times before, and if prompted she would begrudgingly admit that, besides Brooklyn, it was her favorite part of New York. It didn’t hurt that she liked a couple of the Manhattan newsies. Jack was enjoyable, Crutchie was too sweet not to like, and Specs was endearing. Then, of course, there was Racetrack Higgins, who flirted with her endlessly. She pushed him away or ignored his efforts every time, but he kept coming back. She found that she didn’t mind too much. She found she also didn’t mind that he - that all of them were a bit scared of her.

When she made it closer to the Manhattan lodge, she could feel eyes on her. On instinct, she took in her surroundings, searching for whoever was watching her. Spot made jokes a lot about how she was like a guard dog, always tense and ready to attack. Slowly, she walked towards an alley, listening to their footsteps as they followed her.

Once they were tucked into the alley, away from all people, she whipped around. In front of her stood Morris and Oscar Delancey, grinning menacingly.

“Wouldya look at that? It’s one o’ dem Brooklyn goil newsies,” Morris spoke.

“Brooklyn? Ya think she’ll put up a fight?” Oscar asked. They were acting like she wasn’t there, but their eyes stayed trained on her. She was waiting for them to move first before she did anything. If she hadn’t already guessed their intentions when they followed her into the alleyway, she sure as hell knew them now.

They both took a few steps toward her and she slowly clenched her hands into fists. The closer they got, the more she tenses up. The second Oscar’s hand brushed her arm, she landed a punch right on his jaw. He stumbled backwards, but Morris came charging toward her. He threw a punch but she dodged it, kicking him in the shin. Oscar was back up and he grabbed her from behind, locking her arms behind her back. She lifted her leg up and swung it backwards, kicking him in the crotch.

He let out a groan and fell backwards, hands covering the area she had hit. Morris came at her again, but she grabbed his suspenders and pulled him down so she could knee him in the stomach before punching him in the head. He dropped to the ground with a bloody nose and wavering consciousness. Oscar tried one more time, but all it took was one swipe at his legs with her foot and he was down.

“Woah.” She looked up to find Crutchie and Race at the opening of the alley, staring in awe at both her and the Delancey brothers lying on the ground.

“Mush came ta get us,” Race explained. “Said the Delancey brudders had followed some goil into an alley and they ain’t lookin’ too friendly.”

“We came to help,” Crutchie clarified, smiling slightly.

“Thanks, but I think I got it handled.” Crutchie laughed loudly, but Race continued to stare at her. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly. If she had been really thinking about it, she would’ve realized he looked a little love struck. “You boys wanna walk me to the lodge? I got a message from Spot for Jack.”

Race nodded quickly, closing his mouth and erasing his previous expression from his face. As they walked, Crutchie stayed slightly in front and Race and Y/N walked side by side. Every so often Crutchie would glance back at the two of them walking in silence, grin, and then shake his head and look forward again. It was no secret to the Manhattan newsies how smitten Race was with Y/N.

When they reached the lodge Y/N was taken up to the roof to talk with Jack, leaving Race staring after her. All the other boys watched him, whispering and teasing.

“I’m gonna do it,” he spoke suddenly. The boys were silenced.

“Do what?” Specs asked nervously.

“I’m gonna tell Y/N how I feel.” His face was set and he was determined to finally tell her. Immediately, there were protests from the boys.

“She’ll punch you if you even try to touch her!” Someone shouted, warning mutters of agreement.

“She could kill you!”

“I heard once that ‘er and Spot got in a fight and nobody’s seen the guy since.”

“No way! I heard they found the body washed up under da bridge.”

“Would you lot shut up?!” Everyone was silenced by Race’s outburst. He looked nervous and he was wringing his hands. “I’m tellin’ her and that’s that, so you can stop blabbering 'bout it!”


A little while later, Race was outside smoking to calm his nerves. The boys had convinced Y/N to spend the night rather than make the trek back to Brooklyn while it was gettin’ dark out. None of them doubted that she’d be able to hold her own, but Crutchie had pointed out that she looked tired and wouldn’t be at her best if something did happen. She had eventually (reluctantly) accepted the invitation.

He felt his heartbeat speed up as he thought of telling her how he felt. The boys were right, if he said the wrong thing he would most likely end up dead or severely injured. Wasn’t that some saying, though? Love hurts? Love. Because didn’t he love the way she could fight better than any boy he’d ever met? Don’t he love that she wouldn’t let anybody control her or undermine her? Didn’t he love the way she rolled her eyes when he winked at her? Didn’t he love how she hadn’t threatened him to make him stop flirting with her like she’d done to Romeo? That had to mean something good, didn’t it?

He whipped around suddenly, startled by a noise behind him. There she stood, an eyebrow and raised and her arms crossed as she looked at him.

“You got some big date comin’ up or somethin’?” She asked, joining him where he was sitting on the curb.

“W-What?” He could feel his hands start to shake slightly.

“You don’t usually smoke this late. Plus, you’re chewing that cigar like you ain’t eaten in weeks.” She wasn’t wrong, but he pleasantly surprised him that she noticed the change in his behavior.

“I actually been meanin’ to talk to ya,” he said, trying to calm his breathing. She nodded for him to continue and he took in a sharp breath. “Ya know how I’m always flirtin’ with ya?” She nodded again, furrowing her eyebrows. He could see the growing confusion in her eyes. “Well, I just - I wanted to make sure you ain’t gettin’ the wrong idea, 'cause I - ”

“I get it,” she cut him off. “You flirt with every goil, you ain’t tryin’ to settle down, blah blah blah.” She rolled her eyes but her words were harsh, and she looked almost angry. He gulped, this certainly wasn’t how he’d planned for this to go. “That all?”

“No.” She sighs and looked at him, absolutely no interest shown in her eyes. “No, no that’s not what I meant. That’s - that’s the idea I didn’t want to give you. I ain’t goin’ 'round flirtin’ with other goils, Y/N. It’s just you.” She wasn’t looking at him anymore, and she stayed silent. He felt his nerves spike up and launched into a quick ramble.

“I just mean that I really like ya, and I mean it’s fine if ya don’t like me - 'cause I really can’t expect ya to. And you know I just wanted to get it off my chest, 'cause it’s real hard bein’ 'round you and pretendin’ like I don’t have feelings for ya. You can punch me now, the boys said you would. Pretty sure that got a bet goin’ in there. Some say youse gonna hit me, other’s say I’m dead, and then, ya know, some of the boys said you had feelings for me to, which is completely -”

His anxious ramble was interrupted by her hand over his mouth. She was smiling slightly at him, amusement written all over her features.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” she whispered. “I’m gonna kiss you now, that okay?” He nodded quickly and she leaned in. Their lips met and it wasn’t rough like he’d expected it to be with her. She was kissing him gently, and her lips were soft. He kept his hands folded in his lap, tightly gripping his cigar. He was afraid to touch her without any spoken consent, but she had her hand cupping his cheek.

When they pulled away she laughed at the expression on his face. She looked nice when she wasn’t constantly waiting for someone to attack.

“So, who gets the money if I like you back?” She asked, smirking.

“Oh, um - just Crutchie.” He was still having trouble breathing, but for an entirely different reason. She smiled and let out another laugh at his answer.

“Perfect. He’s my favorite.”

“Not me?” Race joked, finally able to act like his non-nervous self. She grinned at the fake pout on his face.

“Sometimes,” she shrugged. He smiled and haphazardly threw his arm around her, feeling his heart pounding in his chest when she didn’t push him away.

“C'mon, lets go inside.”

A Blind Path Home, part 9

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


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Brooklyn Beckham - You’re welcome

I had a dream about Brooklyn, it was something like this, but we were in an apocalypse… but I didn’t write it into it lol. Hope you’ll like my first Brooklyn imagine


“I hate her! And I hate my mom for making me do this!” Brooklyn raged as he stormed into my room without knocking or anything, but I was already used to him.

“May I ask what we are talking about?” I sighed sitting up and I put my biology book aside to pay all my attention to him.

“Remember Darla?” he asked throwing himself down to the bed.

“The annoying daughter of your mother’s friend,” I asked thinking about the name. I only met her once, but that was more than enough. She would shut up the whole time and was only talking about herself, like, who cares girl?

“Yes! Oh God, my mom told me she is coming over today and I have to hang out with her and maybe ask out.”

“What? Why should you ask her out?” I asked feeling my stomach churning. I didn’t like the thought of him dating someone. We may had been best friends for long years, but I also wanted it to be something more, I was just waiting for him to make the first step. But in the meanwhile I absolutely didn’t want him to go on dates with other girls.

“I have no idea! She said something about a douche that dumped her, but I don’t know why I have to be the one who hits on her,” he growled shutting his eyes closed. I tugged my hair behind my ears thinking what he should do, and then I had an idea that could help him out.

“What if you had someone?” I asked looking at him. He peaked up at me curiously and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that your mom wouldn’t force you to date her if you already had a girlfriend. And if you want, I can be your fake girlfriend,” I explained. He raised his eyebrows at me sitting up.

“You would do that?”

“Sure, we are friends,” I smiled at him a bit painfully. I knew this fake relationship thing would just make it worse for me, but I was willing to take this risk to help him.

Later that day we went over to their house to get over this whole Darla thing. We stood at the door trying to get ready for our act.

“We have to convince my mom, don’t care about Darla.”

“Victoria will know that we are faking it,” I said looking up at him as I chew on my bottom lip. She knew both of us so well I was afraid she wouldn’t fall for it.
He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head.

“We can do it. Come on.” He grabbed my hand, laced our fingers together and we walked inside. I immediately heard Victoria’s laugh from the kitchen as she was talking to someone. Brooklyn pulled me towards the voices and then I saw his mom with Darla in the kitchen.

“Oh, you are home I was just…” Victoria started, but then her eyes shifted to our hands and then she looked up at his son in surprise. “Didn’t know Y/N was coming over. Is there something you would like to tell me, Honey?” she asked with a charming smile.

Darla was just sitting there staring at me and I started to feel uncomfortable.

“Uh, sure,” he nodded and all three of us walked into the living room leaving Darla alone. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I wanted to convince Victoria, so I was just going with the flow.

“So, I can see something new,” she smiled at us crossing her arms on her chest taking a good look at us.

“Yeah, Mom, Y/N and I are kind of dating.”

“Since when?” she raised her eyebrows.

“Not so long ago, but Mom, it’s privacy, we already talked about it,” he replied rolling his eyes.

“Sure. If you are dating, can I see a lovely kiss?” I knew she would want to see proof, my heart started to beat really fast, but I tried to keep it together.

“Mom, are you kidding? Which teenage boy would want to kiss in front of his mother?”

“Do I look like I care?” she sassed back and I knew she wouldn’t let it go, so I had to do something.

“I don’t wa-“ Brooklyn started, but I grabbed his neck and pulled his head down so I could kiss him.

He was taken aback from my action, but a moment later he put his arms around me and kissed me back. I imagined this a million times, but it never included his mom watching us. Could a first kiss be even more awkward? His kiss was quite convincing, it felt like he wasn’t even doing it for the show.

Keeping it short we had to pull away and I saw a smug grin on Victoria’s face, then Brooklyn spoke up.

“Mom, can you leave us alone for a minute?” he asked confusing me, I didn’t know what could be so important in that situation.

“Sure, I’ll be in the kitchen,” she nodded walking out of the room.

“What’s wro-“ Now he was the one to cut me off.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him kissing me fiercely. This wasn’t just an act, it was real. He kissed me because he wanted to. I hugged his neck tightly not wanting to let him go. He pushed me against the wall without breaking our kiss. We made out for long minutes before we were able to stop. My chest was rising and falling heavily as I tried to inhale as much air as I could.

“This fake thing is over here,” he told me looking into my eyes. “It’s real.”

I didn’t even need to reply anything, everything was clear. Victoria ditched her plan on hooking Brooklyn up with Darla and left us alone. I spent the afternoon with him and even though we were mostly just kissing, this was still the best day I had ever had.

When I was about to leave and we were standing at the front door, Victoria came up to us.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled at us.

“For what?” he asked saying the exact same thing I was thinking about.

“For bringing you together. You think I wanted you to date Darla? She is annoying,” she said rolling her eyes. “I knew you would make this play and it would bring you together. So you’re welcome, son.”

She walked away with a satisfied grin on her face and I couldn’t believe she did this to us, but I was thankful to her. Without her I would have still been in the friend zone waiting for him to do something.

I owed her big time.

Bedtime (Steve, Tony, Natasha, and Bucky)

⚬Steve: You were a sweet little angel to him.  You calmed him down a good amount from you being around him.

A bath came first, including bubbles. You typically gave him a beard most nights. He would lean down and kiss you. “Daddy!” You giggled and shook your head when he did so. He rested his forehead on yours and pecked a kiss to your nose. “Love you Daddy.” You sweetly spoke before yawning. “I love you too, doll, so much.” He said before putting your pajamas on and bringing you to bed.

With good behavior meant another story, if you could stay awake. Steve would take out any story book or make up one to you. Either way you completely enjoyed it. He would use evil and happy voices during the story. Sometimes they included Peggy, Bucky, or some of the Avengers. You ask many questions during thesd stories. Some he would answer with full detail. Some with a vague summery. Some notnat all

Your dad would pull the blankets up to your shoulders, kiss you multiple times, and whispered, “I love you.” Then he would go to his room, knowing you were safe.


Tony had been incredibly different from Captain Rogers. Some nights you were lucky to have your dad tuck you in or say goodnight to you.

Nights that you really wanted your daddy, you make your way to his workshop and stand by the glass with a heartbroken  look. Somehow, Tony felt your stare. Your bottom lip would pop out more and you’d make little grabby hands at him. Your dad would stop, clean his hands, and lead you back to your room as, he held your hand.

“Okay, kid, get into bed.” He would say as you two got there. You obeyed and left your blankets down. “You weaken me up, you know that.” Tony smirked and raised the blankets on you. “Okay, I’m going to go back to work.” He said and started to walk. “Daddy!” You called and he came back to you. “You didn’t tell me a story.” You whined.

He sighed and sat in a nearby chair. “There’s was once this girl called Goldilocks and there were three bears-” “And a chair was broken, a porage was eaten, and she fell asleep in baby bear’s bed.” You complained. “Okay, so you know that story.” Tony concluded. You huffed and did the best eye roll you could do.  Then, Tony told you a kid version of some Avengers battle. Once he thought you were asleep, he would go to your door. “Daddy,” you whispered and he paused, “I love you.” You would finish. “Love you too, Y/N.” He say before going back to his workshop.


She dedicated every chance she got to give to you. It was a little too much of protection at times, but you loved the attention from her.

Natasha made sure you would fall asleep. Especially when you would act up to try to stay awake or to make sure she wouldn’t leave you. That was your greatest fear. Losing her, whenever she was hom and you woke up in the middle of the night, you would sneak into her room. You weren’t prone to nightmares, you just wanted to stay with her and make sure she was still real and there. You wanted her while she was still home.

Even though she abandoned all of her Russian ways, she would sing you a lullabies in the language. You would try your hardest to stay awake and listen to her lovely voice, but it was so lulling. The nights that your struggling to stay awake was working, Natasha would slowly start to sway and rock you.

“Mama, Mama, don’t go.” You whimpered when she laid you down in the bed. “Not yet.” You yawned when she tucked your body under the blankets. “I’m not going anywhere soon, Y/n.” She would say. You grabbed her hand, contact was important to you. You made sure she wasn’t part of a dream. “I love you. Sweet dreams my love.” She would kiss your forehead before slipping away to her bedroom while you slept for the moment.


He was more protective and hovering around you during this time. Bucky didn’t want you to leave his sight.

Around a half hour after dinner, you would start to yawn. Then, you would lay your head on his lap, getting comfortable on him. He sighed and wrapped his metal arm under your thighs and his flesh one up your back and to support your head when he picked you up. You quietly whined. “Shh, doll.” Bucky whispered to you and kissed your forehead.

You tightened your arms around his neck as he carried you to your bedroom. You would lazily help him change you into your pajamas. “Papa,” you muttered and latched back on him. No, you didn’t mind his hovering or protectiveness. “Not tired.” You told him. He chuckled, “Is that why you laid your head on me?” You nodded. He snickered and laid you on your bed, giving you your favorite stuffed animal (or baby blanket.) Bucky gave you a small smile before putting four blankets on top of you. He never wanted his doll to get cold in the night.

“Papa,” you innocently spoke, “Brooklyn story.” You finished with a slight slisp. “You heard them all already, doll.” He replied. “Pwease, I wove them.” You added a pout and a flutter of eyelashes, Aunt Nat taught you well. “Okay,” he gave in and you cheered quietly and snuggled your stuffed animal (or baby blanket.) You never got to the end, but you knew your papa was the hero.

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Wild World (Chapter Eight)

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Fashion Week || Brooklyn Beckham

Originally posted by bravalyn

Anon: Can you do an imagine with brooklym where he finds out you got insecure at nyfw after going to the shows with him as a friend and realising you like him please?

Wow it’s been quite a while since I’ve last posted something… I’m not going to finish the Christmas Special because I had no time for it during the hollidays and now that Christmas is over I don’t have any inspiration for it anymore. So yeah… I’m sorry. Anon, I hope you like your imagine. Xxx 💋




I nervously waited in the limousine the Beckham family sent to my house to pick me up. After years of having Brooklyn as one of my best friends, I got quite used to this sort of things. Of course it was still a bit weird to go somewhere in a limousine, let alone going with that limousine to New York Fashion Week – I was like, what the heck is happening in my life guys… Like, really. Brooklyn’s never taken me to such big things as New York Fashion Week.

While I waited in the limousine for Brooklyn, his parents and his siblings, I texted him. It wasn’t like I had much to do, except for taking some good drinks, turning on the sick mini stereo that was set in the limousine and making some good selfies to show off to the rest of my friends.

After a few minutes of doing all those things, the door opened and Brooklyn climbed into the limousine.

“Wow, you look stunning,” Brooklyn smirked. He took place next to me and pressed a quick, friendly kiss on my cheek.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Beckham,” I smiled.

“Which Beckham?”

I looked up and saw Romeo taking a seat across from Brooklyn. I laughed slightly when I saw him smirking playfully at me. “You look gorgeous too, Romeo.” I smiled and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his cheek. His cheeks turned into a slight red color.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Victoria greeted me while she and David helped Cruz and Harper into the limo. “You look beautiful tonight, honey.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, quite shy. “You look so pretty yourself too, Victoria.”

“Good evening, (Y/N),” David grinned.

I chuckled. “Hi, David.”

We headed towards the Fashion Week and the quicker we got there, the more I began to feel nervous. I rubbed my hands against each other and took a deep breath when we arrived at the location of Fashion Week.

“Nervous much?” I turned to Brooklyn and nodded softly, what made him smile slightly. “You don’t have to. You look so gorgeous tonight. Not only tonight, by the way.” He gave me a quick wink, which made me blush, and then stepped out of the limo onto the red carpet.

The family went over the red carpet first, Brooklyn and I following them. We took a few poses for the cameras, Brooklyn with his arm around my waist.

Some journalist came as close to us as he could and I walked over to him, pulling Brooklyn with me. “Hi, Brooklyn,” the journalist said, clearly not knowing my name. “Who is the beautiful lady you brought with you?”

Brooklyn gave him a gentle smirk. “This is my friend (Y/N).”

“So you two are just friends?” the journalist smiled. He seemed like a nice man whose questions weren’t as weird as some could be. We both shook our head in response. “Okay. And (Y/N), may I say that you look so gorgeous tonight?”

My cheeks flushed red again and I smiled, being a bit shy. “Thanks a lot. I really appreciate the compliment,” I said softly, still hard enough for both Brooklyn and the journalist to hear.

“Such a lovely lady,” the journalist smiled again. “But I won’t hold you two up here any longer. You sure have some more things to do. I hope I can do another interview with you sometime, Brooklyn. Maybe both of you.” The man winked at us and then disappeared behind some paparazzi to let them take more photos of us.

After the whole red carpet thing, we went inside to search for our places. It was an immense building and there were so much people. I was holding Brooklyn’s hand, just so I wouldn’t get lost. Then, we saw David with Harper on his lap.

“I think our seats must be somewhere near my dad,” Brooklyn said into my ear to make himself audible for me. I just nodded and walked behind him toward David.

“There you two are,” David said. “I was already wondering what took you so long.”

“Some journalist who thought we were a thing,” Brooklyn said nonchalantly.

I felt myself blushing for the hundredth time tonight when I heard David’s response: “Well, I can’t blame him. You two look good together,” he said with a slight smile on his face. “Right, Harper?” Harper nodded and smiled as big as she could at us.

Brooklyn groaned. “Dad, stop. We’re just friends, okay.”

The lights dimmed and we sat down in our seats. A woman made a small talk before the show began. The show started off with the underwear collection from Calvin Klein with their super skinny Calvin Klein models who were showing of Calvin’s latest designs. After Calvin came Victoria’s Secret. All those girls were so skinny and beautiful. I looked down at my belly and then looked back at the two models who were modeling for Victoria’s Secret. I looked so fat compared to them.

After Victoria’s Secret came the latest fashion of Carl Lagerfield. Also his models were as skinny as their bodies could let them be.

I began to feel more insecure with every following label and after the fifth label I bent down to Brooklyn. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I said in his ear. He gave me a worried expression, but before he could answer me, I quickly stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I rushed to the ladies restroom and saw myself, looking a bit helpless. I almost ran my fingers through my hair, but thought about how much time I spent on it, so I didn’t.

The door opened and I quickly looked up, trying not to look as helpless as I felt. A sigh of relief left my mouth when I saw that it was only Brooklyn.

“Hey,” he spoke worriedly, “what’s up? Why did you run away like that? Is there something wrong?”

I just shook my head and forced a smile on my face. “No, nothing’s wrong. Really,” I smiled.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at me. “Tell me. I won’t say anything to anybody, I promise.”

I sighed and thought about it. If I’d keep it to myself, I’d probably feel more helplessly than I already felt. “I just feel a bit insecure watching those super skinny girls out there,” I sighed softly, leaning against the cold wall.

A small smile cracked on Brooklyn’s face. “Ahw, don’t. You’re beautiful. Gosh, you’re absolutely way more beautiful than any other girl out this toilet. Don’t be insecure.”

My cheeks flushed red and I shook my head. “No, Brooklyn, I’m not, okay. You don’t have to lie to me just to make me feel better, because I don’t.”

“Why would I lie to my friend?” Brooklyn asked me. His face was all serious. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why do you think I’m beautiful?” I asked softly. I looked up at him when he didn’t answer me after a couple minutes.

He just stood there, staring at me. Then he opened his mouth and began to talk. “Because I think I’m in love with you.” My eyes widened and I wanted to say something, but Brooklyn just held up his hand to shut me up. “Don’t say anything. I know it’s stupid, I just don’t want you to feel bad. But don’t think I’m lying either, I mean it. I’m think I’m in love with you.”

A small smile appeared on my face and I instantly felt better. “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Brooklyn looked up at me and chuckled softly. “We’re lame.”

“We are,” I smiled.

“That’s another reason why I fell in love with you.”

Brooklyn Beckham- It’s Just Down The Street


You stumbled into you and your bandmates house after a long rehearsal.

Honestly, all you wanted to do was sleep.

But no, your friends dragged you out of your house once again, but you were grateful that it wasn’t out to another club. They were just going to meet Brooklyn at Starbucks at 2 a.m.

You and your band walked into Starbucks and you sat down next to Brooklyn, yawning.

“Long day, huh,”

“If you mean an all day rehearsal plus a songwriting session, then yes.”

Soon one of you band members, Darcy, sat down across from you.

“I don’t know why you are so tired. I thought you would have gotten used to our 2 a.m. Starbucks runs.”

“Well, I never have been up to get Starbucks at 2 a.m. because I would have been like everyone else. In their beds and sleeping!”

Soon the two boys, Aaron and Paul, sat down at the table with the drinks.

Paul tried to hand you a coffee but you declined saying that, “I would enjoy not being awake at 4 a.m. when we have another rehearsal and songwriting session tomorrow, so we can actually get something done.”

Brooklyn and your friends sat there and talked while you tried not to fall asleep.

You guess that you actually did because you felt Brooklyn shaking you so that you would wake up.

“You know guys, I’ll take Y/N home.”

“Yah you should because she will not be able to last through the night.” Aaron said, chuckling.

Brooklyn took you out to his car and started to drive you back to your house.

You arrived and then he helped you up to your bedroom because you were so tired, you were stumbling whenever you walked.

He helped you into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom and you went to wash your face and change into your pjs.

You walked out to see Brooklyn sprawled out across your bed fast asleep.

Too lazy to tell him to get off your bed, you pushed him over and got in next to him.

Brooklyn regained some consciousness and wrapped his arm around my waist.

When you gave him a weird look he said, “I’m cold,”

So you just gave in and cuddled with him.

After a while of silence Brooklyn spoke up.

“Hey, Y/N,”


“Uhm well okay… We are friends, right?”

“Why would you ask that question? Of course we are friends.”

“And friends tell each other everything, right?”

“I guess.. Why?”

Brooklyn turned to you and looked you directly into your eyes.

“I like you, Y/N.” he whispered pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You were completely awestruck.

You had liked Brooklyn for a while now, but you never thought that he felt the same way.

He looked at you with fear in his eyes.

“I should probably go home,” he mumbled, getting up off of the bed.

“No!” you said, sitting up really quick.

“B, I like you, too,” you explained getting off the bed to stand next to him.

“Really?” he said, grinning.

“Yes,” you said.

Brooklyn leaned down and lightly pressed your lips together.

He pulled away all too quickly.

“I should probably go home, though. I wouldn’t want to stay uninvited anyway.”

“Nah,” you said. “You are always welcome here. Plus your house is just down the street.”

Brooklyn grinned and kissed you passionately.

That night (of morning I should say) you fell asleep with his arms locked around you.

When Words Fail

Summary: Part ½. Bucky made a terrible mistake when he let you walk out that door. 

Words: 2.8K

A/N: K, this made me cry. 

Contains: Angst, sad shit, someone hating The Notebook??

 “So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you, forever, every day. You and me…every day.”

“Bullshit.” You snarled through ice-cream-filled lips, narrowing your eyes at the scene unraveling on the television screen in front of your bed. You used to adore The Notebook, referring to it as the “Holy Bible of Romance”, and your heart would swell at the picture perfect relationship between Noah and Allie; but now you only sneered, your stomach convulsing over the lies, the false advertising. How dare he lie to that sweet Allie. 

You wrapped your arms around the biggest pillow your king-sized bed had to offer, relishing in the feeling of cool fabric against your skin as you sank into the mound of blankets sheltering your aching form. Your limbs felt like Jello from lack of use, you having only gotten up to pee for the last month having taken a toll on your activeness- something that you used to hold much value to. 

Used to. 

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Thick As Theives || Closed

Christmas was fast approaching and Anthea needed to start buying presents. Her family had grown, and that just meant more gifts. The biggest problem being that she barely even knew the other half, and she needed help.

Anthea didn’t think much of it as she picked up her radio and tuned it to Lith’s frequency. “Brooklyn,” she spoke excitedly, using the nickname she had dubbed the other woman, “I need your help.”