busted jump

Divided: Part 13

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Fighting, Fluff, Cursing. Little medical stuff

Word Count: 2998

Summary: The aftermath of Bucky’s attempted escape lands you and your team in hot water, but the fight is not over yet. 

Authors Note:  Ugggg I took way too much pleasure in writing this part. There is one chunk of dialogue in this that I am just so deeply in love with, I wonder if y’all will be able to pick it out. Well, hope you all enjoy. Tagging is open, just ask 

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Your brain swims slowly back into consciousness, feeling oddly disconnected from your limbs, you become aware of a dull ache throughout your body. You feel a hum around you as a heart monitor beats rhythmically beside you. The stiff bed that you are lying on seems to rattle beneath you.

Your eyes snap open, taking in your surroundings. An ambulance, you were in an ambulance, no windows, no signs, no idea where you were going. You were completely alone, except for… “You’re awake.” Rhodey breathes a sigh of relief, his hand reaching out for yours, being careful not to touch the IV taped to the back of it or your bruised and bloodied knuckles.

“What… How… Where are we going?” You stammer out your questions as you try to use your hands to push yourself into a sitting position, feeling an odd disconnect in your left shoulder, followed by intense pain.

“Hey, hey, be careful. You dislocated your shoulder with the accident.” Rhodey cautions as he moves forward, pressing you gently back into the pillow, trying to sooth you. “We are on our way Berlin, to the Joint Terrorist and Task Force Division. Y/N, stop, you need to calm down.”

Rhodey moves to stop your movement again as you sit up, looking wildly around for an escape route. “He didn’t do anything wrong. You have the wrong man!” You speak frantically, begging for him to hear you, for him to understand. “Y/N, relax, Steve’s a good man, he just made a stupid call, nothing’s going to…”

“NOT STEVE!” You yell, annoyed at Rhodey for not understanding, “Bucky! He wasn’t in Vienna. He didn’t do it. You are accusing the wrong person.” Rhodey looks taken aback, drawing away from you as he thinks on your words.

“The Winter Soldier?” he says slowly, unsure of the words. “He’s not the Winter Soldier, not anymore. Hydra had control of his mind, but he doesn’t do that anymore, he hasn’t hurt anyone since he escaped Hydra in D.C… Will you stop looking at me like that and just listen to me!?” You snarl in frustration as Rhodey’s eyebrows raise in exasperation.

“Y/N, you’ve been through a lot today, and you’ve got a pretty serious pain med in your system, it’s ok to not be…” “I’M NOT CRAZY! You’re wrong Rhodey, you have got the wrong man, and while you’re wasting your time with him, the real bomber is running free.”

You feel the ambulance make a tight turn, the light in the compartment changing as the vehicle slows down, the driver pausing to speak to a security guard. You finally succeed in sitting up, hand moving quickly to the IV taped to your skin. In one quick motion you pull the needle from your skin, not even wincing at the uncomfortable feeling.

“Y/N, Jesus, what are you…” Rhodey gasps as your right hand moves decisively to your dislocated shoulder, you take a deep breath before moving your hand firmly and swiftly, a loud crack echoing in the compartment as your shoulder pops back into place.

A silent scream fills your mouth as you bite your lips closed, breathing decisively through the pain as you gently rotate your shoulder, checking your range of motion. Rhodey sits beside you, mouth agape as he watches your movements, shocked at your destructive choices.

“Y/N…” he finally breathes, clearly at a loss for words. “What. The. Fuck?” Ignoring him, you flex your thighs, silently checking to feel the tension of the knives strapped to your hips. Thankfully, you found them still firmly locked in their positions.

The ambulance comes to a stop. The brake barely locking into place before you rise to your feet, Rhodey quickly mirroring your actions as he stands to block you. “Y/N, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

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Note to Lucky Folks watching the Golden Globes:  Does this look familiar?  (Hope to blog/reblog one of better quality soon; may delete…)

Laws of Motion & Attraction (V, You) Part 13

“Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says: I need you because I love you.’” - Erich Fromm

Part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12

Jungkook carried his luggage to the back of the van, clapping their driver on the shoulder who decided to help him out. He muttered a thank you as he passed it to him before moving towards the side of the vehicle and fishing his phone from his pockets.

There were several notifications, mostly emails from the dance academy he’d be working for in New York; texts from people he once had a fling with (they really couldn’t seem to let go for some reason), and several tweets from his so-called fans who follows his dance covers on YouTube.

Jungkook was used to seeing his phone blow up so much even on Sunday’s. But all these notifications seem too dull in comparison to the single text sent to him last night.


Have a safe flight, Jungkook. :) Keep in touch.

Jungkook tried not to read too much into the message, repeating to himself (so much that he started to sound like a broken record) that when Taehyung said “keep in touch”, he wan’t asking to start over and get back together with him.

He was asking to start over… As friends.

And Jungkook never thought anything could be more painful (or pitiful) than the time Taehyung broke up with him.

“Hey yo Kookie!” Jimin busted out making Jungkook jump; his thumb fumbling for the home button before Jimin gets a glimpse of the text.

“I told you not to sneak up on me.” Jungkook glared and Jimin only shrugged with a smile, his eyes turning into slits.

“Do I look like the type to listen to you?”

Jungkook scoffed before leaning back on the car with his hands deep in his jean’s pockets.

“You seem quiet.” Jimin nudged his shoulder.

“And you seem annoying more than usual.” Jungkook parried causing Jimin to roll his eyes amusedly.

“So how’d it go with your boyfriend?” Jimin opened up with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and Jungkook winced.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Jimin.”

“Fine, ex boyfriend.” Jungkook winced even more. Jimin sensed the seriousness emanating from the boy and decided to stop joking around.

“Didn’t get him back?” He asked cautiously and Jungkook glanced at him with a shake of his head.

“The great Jeon Jungkook…” Jimin looked at him incredulously. “Has been… Rejected?! Denied?! Refused?! Shunned–”

“Oh wow, I heard you the first time.” Jungkook snapped with a sneer. “I didn’t need a list.”

“Sorry.” Jimin said, his shoulders slumping. “Was just trying to cheer you up.”

“You have a weird way of showing your concern, hyung.”

“Well I’m one of a kind.” Jimin boasted as he crossed his arms and leant beside him, nudging his shoulder. “Come on Jungkook, cheer up! Moping doesn’t suit you. Glaring does.”

Jungkook snorted and shook his head, “I’m not moping. I’m fine.”

“Of course you are.” Jimin clucked his tongue before facing him and shaking his shoulders slightly. “You know what will make you feel better?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “We should go out once we get back. New York has a lot of great spots with a lot chics to match.” He winked.

“Sounds fun.” Jungkook muttered but his mind was still elsewhere as he stood straighter and moved towards the front of the van.

“Or maybe… we should start dating.”

Jungkook snapped up at Jimin’s suggestion and saw him wiggling his eyebrows playfully. He huffed and opened the van, waving his hand in a flourish. “Get in before I snap your neck.”

“Aww~ I knew you secretly liked me too, Kookie.” Jimin pinched his cheek as he hopped into the van, earning a sneer from the boy. Jimin chuckled telling him that the sneering and glaring definitely suited him better.

“I’m serious, though,” Jimin said as Jungkook hopped in and sat beside him. “We should start dating.”

“Shut up, hyung.” Jungkook spat but a smile was already tugging at corners of his mouth as he closed the door.

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  • Weiss: So this is where you and Yang grow up?
  • Ruby: Yep. It's home sweet home. *Ruby smiled brightly as she watered the flowers of their garden.*
  • Weiss: I have to admit it's a lot nicer then I Imagined would be.
  • Ruby: What do you mean? *Ruby tilting her head.*
  • Weiss: *Weiss quickly flinched and waved her hands.* I-It's nothing bad or thinking you were going to live in a dump! I just assumed your family lived close to the actually town is all.
  • Ruby: Oh. Nah. If we did they me and Yang couldn't train with our weapon with dad ad uncle Qrow. *Ruby smiled as she turned back to the flowers, missing Weiss cringe at the mention of her uncle, when she sees a bee buzzing around one of the flowers and sit on it.* AW!~ Weiss look! A bumblebee!~
  • Weiss: *Suddenly as Weiss kneed down to look at the insect, The second store window bust open as Blake jumped out spinning through the air, Scaring the heiress.* WHAT IN THE WORLD!?
  • Blake: *Upon landing it was quickly reveal to both Ruby and Weiss that not only was their faunus friend pantless but was holding the end of her ribbon weapon as she was quickly spun swing it with all her might.* HAAAAAAUH!
  • Yang: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *The white rose then heard as they quickly whipped their heads to the end of Blake's weapon to find a shirtless Yang coming full speed towards them with fist fully engulfed in flames.*
  • Ruby: Watch out! *Ruby quickly shouted grabbing Weiss and dashed out of the way as Yang swung by and quite surprisingly grabbing the bee before landing right next to her girlfriend.*
  • Yang: Phew. That was a close one, ay sis. *Yang smiled as she let go of a now very confused and terrified bumblebee.*
  • Blake: Seriously though. You shouldn't call our combo attacks for stuff like that, Ruby.
  • Ruby: Actually I was just telling Weiss their was that cute Bumblebee. Hahah. *Ruby laughed in embarrassment rubbing the back of her head.*
  • Yang/Blake: Oooooh.
  • Yang: We really need to think of new names for the com- *Yang started when a blushing Weiss interrupted shouting.*
  • Yang/Blake: *The bumblebee couple stared at Weiss, then down at themselves, then at each other, then looked down ward at each other, and then with embarrassing blush with hints of lustful smile/smirk covered themselves and quickly headed back inside.* Hehe, This is awkward./oh thank god your dad isn't home.
  • Ruby: *Once Yang and Blake were inside and Weiss's blushing face turned from red to pink the heiress glanced at Ruby who placed her finger on her chin with a raised eyebrow and wonder aloud.* Huh? I wonder why Yang and Blake were upstairs when the washing machine is down stairs?
  • Weiss: What are you talking about?
  • Ruby: Well it's clear they were doing laundry Weiss. They even had to shared Yang's spread Pjs.
  • Weiss: ... You are too innocent for this world, you dolt.
I’m Actually a Red Sox Fan (Peter Parker x Reader) PART 2

Originally posted by silverseconds

REQUEST: Basically, Part 2 was requested. In this, they go to the baseball game he asked her out on, and there’s some cute fluff in there and some Spidey action :) You don’t have to read Part 1 to understand!




“Peter, these are like thousand dollar seats.”, (Y/N) whispered into Peter’s ear as they made their way into the suite section of the stadium.

“Yeah, I told you, my boss got them and didn’t want them.”, he said.

“Your boss also lent you an Acura RSX. Either you’re secretly batman, or you’re the best intern in the world.”, she said.

Peter smirked before responding, “You’re not too far off, I promise”.

They sat down together and looked onto the game, at field level for the rest of the night. At first, they thought wearing Red Sox Merchandise would be a bad idea, I mean, it was Yankee Stadium. Surprisingly, their section was full of Sox fans, and they didn’t feel too uncomfortable.

The game was at its 12th inning, tied 7-7. David Ortiz was batting and all the Sox fans had a good feeling that this was their moment to win. Big Papi had to get the team one more point, and they would win.

Peter and (Y/N) held hands tightly in anticipation.

“C’mon Big Papi, let’s go!”, (Y/N) screamed to Peter’s amusement. Her voice was lost in the midst of the crowd.

The pitcher threw the ball, and everyone lost sight of it after Ortiz hit it. It was out of the stadium! Homerun!

“Yes!”, screamed Peter. They stood up and hugged each other tightly in celebration. (Y/N) heard the roar of the fans around them, but soon all that noise blurred out as she felt Peter’s arms around her waist, and she enjoyed the feeling of his embrace in that moment. Peter thought about kissing (Y/N) on the lips, but kissed her on the cheek instead. He wanted their first kiss to be a little more intimate than this., They pulled away from the celebration hug and looked onto the celebration happening on the field.

As they were walking out of the stadium, hand in hand, Peter and (Y/N) felt pieces of spare food being thrown at them from behind.

“What the hell?”, Peter said to a group of guys, not far from his age. There was one guy in particular, a blond, with a bowl of leftovers in his hand and a Yankee jersey on.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect to see a BlowSox fan here.”, he said, laughing way to hard at his comment.

“Yo, Tommy shut up!”, said one of his friends laughing. They reeked of alcohol.

“Cut the crap. Say sorry to my girl”, Peter said calmly, with his palms facing the ceiling of the crowded stadium hall.

His girl? (Y/N) wondered. Butterflies formed in her stomach from Peter’s display of machismo, but also because he was kind of a small guy, and she didn’t want him getting hurt.

“Piss off”, Tommy said trying to brush past Peter. Peter stopped him from moving forward, and blondie pushed him. Then Peter pushed back.

An image of Flash pushing Peter around appeared in (Y/N)’s head, and she wondered why Peter wouldn’t act like this to his school bullies.

“Peter just leave him alone!”, she said, her voice desperate.

Tommy tried to punch him, but Peter was faster.

Peter punched him in the face and all his friends started jumping on his back, but Peter elbowed them off. They each tried to have a go at him, but he caught and ducked every punch. He swept two guys from under their feet. (Y/N) felt pushing around her, and noticed the whole stadium erupted into a riot along with them.

The tension between the Yankees and the Sox in the stadium finally exploded and the area quickly became crowded, which several fans fighting violently, and food being thrown everywhere. (Y/N) screamed for Peter’s name, after losing him in the crowd.

She felt someone grab her by the arm and pull her, and she screamed. But it was only Peter.

“C’mon let’s go, they’re going to get cops here soon.”, he said. Soon they were running and pushing through the crowd to try to leave the building.

(Y/N)’s anxiety ensued monologue began as they tried to escape the riot without seeing an angry Yankee try to attack them.

“Peter, you’re so fucking crazy! You’re an animal! What is wrong with you they could have killed you! What if they had a gun, why’d you have to do that! Peter answer me! Peter! Oh my god, this is so crazy. What is wrong with you! Oh my god, Oh my god!!!”, she rambled.

Peter stayed silent, and only held her hand as he pushed through people and went through escalators and doorways until they found a safer exit.

People were running and scattered in the parking lot. They saw the police pulling up to the stadium, so they ran towards the back were the Acura was parked. Peter got in the car silently, and (Y/N) buckled herself in, no longer speaking at this point either.

Their silence was filled in by the silent hum of the car, and the air conditioner Peter turned on.

“I have to go back in.”, he said, grabbing a backpack from the backseat.

“What? What do you mean? No, Peter, take me home! This is bad enough!”, she said.

“I left my wallet inside.”, he said.

(Y/N) gaped at him in shock. “You can go to the lost and found tomorrow, there is a riot going on inside! Peter you could get hurt, no! I will not stay in this car waiting for you, until I get a call saying you’re actually in the hospital and I-”, her rambling was cut off by Peter’s lips.

(Y/N) took a deep breath in through her nose, and kissed him back. The feeling of his soft lips against  hers, calmed her and excited her in different ways, and he kissed back, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue. Before it could continue, he pulled away, and ran out the car, leaving the keys in.

(Y/N) sat there in shock, not processing what just happened.

“Peter!”, she said at first, in anger for abandoning her. “Peter…”, she said smiling to herself, her heart jumping in and out of her chest.

She slipped into the front seat and locked all the doors, and stared at the stadium, waiting for him to come back.

10 minutes passed and she got worried.

20 minutes passed and she was just waiting, confident he was going to come running back to the car at any minute.

30 minutes passed and she listened to music to calm her nerves.

2 hours had soon passed, and she was considering texting her mom, who was worried sick.

There was a tapping at the window and she jumped, only to see a bruised and cut up Peter. There was a cut on his forehead that was bleeding lightly, a bruise on his cheekbone, and his knuckles were busted up too.

She jumped out of the car and hugged him, which he grunted too, someone kicked him in the ribs at some point.

“What took you so long?”, she asked. She kept staring at his bag, which he was still holding in his hand.

“I-I-I… I had to help some people get out.”, he mumbled. (Y/N) leaned against the car door and nodded, a worried look still on her face.

“Where did you learn how to fight like that?”, she asked him, waiting for a response. He was quiet.

“I don’t understand, if you’re so buff, why can’t you get Flash off your back?”, she asked.

“Let me take you home.”, he said, not answering any of her inquiries.

“Okay.”, she agreed, respecting his silence as an answer.

When they pulled up to her house, the music on the radio station went to commercial and Peter turned it off.

“(Y/N)?”, he spoke.


“Promise that you won’t tell anyone? About how I fought off all those guys?”

“Okay. Whatever you say.”, she said, now more suspicious..

The car. The expensive tickets. The fighting. He had to go “help” people escape the riot.



“Are you part of the Avengers?”, she asked.

Peter’s cheeks grew red and he stared at his lap. He took in a deep breath. His heart really wanted to tell her the truth, but his brain forced different words to come out.

“I know. It’s funny. It may seem that way, but it’s not. My boss really likes me, that’s how I got the tickets and the car. He’s more of an uncle than anything. And I was just trying to do the right thing out in the stadium. But it was wrong for me to leave you all alone in the car. I’m sorry.”, he said.

He had a straight face, and his stomach hurt so much of guilt. He really really liked this girl, and this wasn’t the way to start off the relationship, with more spider man lies. It wasn’t completely a lie, right?

“Thank you for being honest with me Peter.”, (Y/N) smiled at him, and Peter clenched his teeth.

She leaned into him and he kissed her back softly. He closed his eyes and forgot the world in the kiss, losing himself in her every second. She bit his lip and he pulled her closer, the interior of the car suddenly becoming the null, unimportant presence of time. The only thing he felt, was the space between their two bodies, and every part of her that he could.

I’m Actually a Red Sox Fan Masterlist

More than Words (Rap Monster, OC) Part 1
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OC - Seohyun


There was something different about the way he looks…

Or walks…

Or talks…

Or… blinks?

Seohyun couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was but there was something different about Kim Namjoon.

She couldn’t understand why all of a sudden her heart starts to race whenever he’s near or the way her palms starts to sweat when he asks her a question; no matter how stupid it was.

“Hey can I borrow a pen?”

BOOM. Her heart drums in her chest as she shakily hands him the pen she was using. “Do you have an extra?” he asked and Seohyun nodded meekly, feeling as if her heart might burst from the concern he showed.

He smiled once again before going back to his paper and Seohyun exhaled, releasing the breath she was unconsciously holding. She closed her eyes and wondered when this weird feeling even started…

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Bad Boys Are Bad Boys 18 & 19

Part 17   

  With Calum you walked over to the normal table and sat down next to each other, no one moving to look at the two of you because this was the new normal. “Nice hair Clifford,” You said noticing the change in color.

 "Thanks. I thought it was time to change things to be a nice red,“ Michael said nodding as Amelia continued to show him something in her Astronomy textbook. "But I have to get to the shops before we set up to film.”

 “Film?“ Cato asked looking at Luke and Ashton, Michael getting up and slipping away without saying another word.

 "We have to post another film on our channel,” Ashton explained looking at his phone. You sighed and laid your head down on Calum’s shoulder making him smile. The last thing you wanted for Calum to disappear for the rest of the day while you were in class.

 "I still see things are going good,“ Luke said looking between you and Calum. Amelia looked up and saw Calum smiling down at you, several things running through her head when she saw you sit up and smile at Calum.

 "Things are going great,” Calum said looking into you eyes and smiling.

 "I guess that means dinner went well,“ Amelia said leaning in, resting her chin on her hands, and smiling at you.

 "Uh yeah. Dinner went really well,” You said nodding. “Mali Koa, Van, and I are going to go shopping at the end of this week and before you get angry you can come too.”

 "Yes. More shopping and talking about other shit I can’t talk to Cato about,“ Amelia said nodding.  

 "Alright before this conversation continues I am going to go,” Calum said standing up. You sighed and turned around to look up at Calum. “I’ll see you tonight princess,” Calum promised before kissing you and walking away with Luke and Ashton.

 "I have to go pick up some paperwork so I can move out of my flat,“ Cato said standing up.

 "What? Where are you moving?” You asked shielding your eyes from the sun.

 "When we get accepted I want to be prepared to move,“ Cato said starting to walk off. You and Amelia exchanged looks before standing up and following Cato’s lead toward the parking lot.

 "You’re being very optimistic,” Amelia said once you had caught up.

 "I like to think big and it’s something that I really want so I am going to be very optimistic,“ Cato said making you smile.

 "Anyway, did you and Calum go the last step last night?” Amelia asked, the words bursting out of her like she had been keeping them locked up for years.

 "What? No,“ You laughed shaking your head.

 "I thought you wanted to,” Amelia said causing Cato to clear his throat.

 "I did. Calum was the one that wants to wait, but his family was home and it just didn’t seem right,“ You explained.

 ”(Y/N)! Amelia!“ Van yelled as she sprinted to you, Cato and Amelia.

 "What is it?” You asked turning to her, seeing her in a fit.

 "I have these for you guys,“ She said holding up three envelopes. You took one and saw you name on the front. "You guys got accepted to that university in San Fransisco.”

 "What?“ You gasped speechless.

 "And I thought it would be fun to see if I would get in and I did!” Van said holding up her envelope.

 "This is so exiting,“ Amelia said ripping open her acceptance envelope to pull out the papers. You stayed still as you looked at the cover, a million things racing though your head.

 "What’s wrong?” Cato asked noticing your expression.

 "I’m super glad we got in but what about Calum?“ You said looking at your feet. “Things are going so well with us and he told me he had plans for us.”

 "Didn’t he tell you to go also?“ Amelia asked in excitement.

 "How did you know that?” You asked looking up at her.

 "I didn’t but if he likes you as much as I think that he does then he should have told you to go,“ Amelia said looking up at you.

 "You really want to go right?” Van asked as everyone started to continue their walk.

 "I really want to go back but everything that I’ve started here is something that I don’t want to let go of,“ You said running your fingers through your hair.

 "He’s going to understand,” Van said making you smile while your eyes started to water. “He’s going to find a way to make it work.”

 "So you’re going to be joining us?“ You asked whipping away a tear that had escaped away.

 "If that’s alright,” She laughed wrapping her arms around you. Amelia and Cato chucked before wrapping their arms around you and Van, making you feel a bit better.

 "Alright softies. I have to get home and try to figure out how to tell Calum,“ You sighed as they let go of you.

 "Call me later tonight,” Amelia said, playfully hitting you with her envelope before walking away with Cato and Van. Like you said, you went home and started some papers and finished some notes before you ended up eating cookies on your bed with papers scattered all around you and on the floor.

 “Princess,“ Calum said opening your window and crawling through.

 "Calum,” You said smiling. You had forgotten about the application until you saw Calum, the worry rushing back to you.

 "Is your mum home?“ Calum asked walking to the bed.

 "No. She’s not going to be home for another two hours,” You sighed. If she was gone you would have talked to her about what was going on. “Why?” You asked smiling as Calum sat down on the edge of your bed.

 "I was thinking maybe we could continue with where we left off last night,“ Calum said smiling as he leaned in.

 Laughing you grabbed the back of Calum’s neck and pressed your lips to his, pulling him on top of you. He put his hands behind you so you could hang off of him as the two of you repositioned so you fit perfectly into Calum. You slipped your tongue into Calum’s mouth as he laid you down, bringing his hands to your trousers, undoing the button.

 "Calum,” You said as he moved his lips to your neck. Calum groaned as he sucked on your skin making you hold your breath. He grabbed the top of your trousers, wrapping his fingers around the denim making it easier as he started to pull your skinny jeans off.

 "Calum,“ You repeated as your jeans were thrown across the room.

 "What?” He asked hovering over you. When he stared into his eyes you couldn’t tell him what had happened. It didn’t feel right.

 "Take your shirt off,“ You ended up saying making Calum smile. He sat up and stripped his shirt off before bringing his lips to yours, pushing some of the papers out of the way.

 "I have something that I want to tell you,” Calum said against your neck. “And it’s kind of big.”

 "Big?“ You asked pressing your lips to the side of his head, rubbing your fingers through his hair.  

 "For me it is,” Calum said looking down at you.

 "Tell me,“ You whispered before pressing your lips to his pectoral, running your tongue over where your lips had pressed.

 "I-I can’t when you do things like that,” Calum mumbled.

 "Then don’t say anything,“ You whispered running your hands down to the button on his trousers. When you undid the latch Calum’s muscles tightened making you laugh. Calum laughed along too as he wrapped his arms around you and spun around so you were hovering over him. "Be careful,” You laughed as Calum laid on some of your papers.

 "Sorry,“ He said starting to push some papers back.

 "Now what was it you were going to say?” You asked before biting your bottom lip.

 "What’s this?“ Calum asked grabbing the acceptance letter.

 "Calum,” You said fear coursing through your veins.

 "Princess, what is this?“ Calum asked again.

 "I was going to tell you tomorrow night,” You said sitting up. Calum opened your envelope and read through the papers, his anger progressing after each page.

 "You’re leaving?“ Calum asked looking up at you.

 "I just applied,” You whispered as Calum stood up.

 "And why didn’t you tell me you applied?“ Calum asked standing up, dropping he pages on the floor.

 "Because I don’t even know if I want to go,” You said standing up to follow him.  

 "You applied to go around the world and you didn’t tell me. You told me yesterday that you wanted to go back,“ Calum said running your fingers through your hair.

 "Yes but then I told you that I wanted you,” You said tears started to fill your eyes, the feeling that you were drowning growing.

 "If that was true you would have told me that you were applying to a university in San Fransisco. You would have told me the truth instead of beating around it for so long,“ Calum said grabbing his shirt and walking toward the window.

 "Calum, where are you going?” You asked walking up to the window. “Yesterday you told me to go.”

 "I didn’t think you were going to be leaving in a couple of months,“ Calum said as he slid out of the window.

 "Calum,” You yelled, sounding more like a plea. He stopped an sighed looking at his feet and then turning around.

 "It’s clear that you thought this was going to be some fling until you left. Don’t bother me again, (Y/N)“ Calum said in a cold tone before walking back to his house, leaving you there are you sat in your room crying. The only good thing was that Busted ran over to you and you had five cookies left over, but that didn’t stop you from calling Amelia over.

 It had been a couple days since Calum broke it off with you. His visits stopped, his appearances in the courtyard stopped. It was like Calum stopped existing all together. "He’s just being an ass,” Amelia said as she grabbed another cookie.

 "Your dog is adorable,“ Van laughed as Busted jumped up to give her kisses.

 "As I was saying,” Amelia said watching Van for a moment. “He just hasn’t been in a relationship for this long. Just let him cool down.”

 "Amelia, he broke things off when he found out I applied for something that was in a different country,“ You said flipping the page in your textbook. Amelia sighed and rolled her eyes before she slammed the book shut.

 "You cannot keep working on things. You need to have some fun and relax,” Amelia calmly said as she closed her eyes. You watched as she took a deep breath before opening your textbook again.

 "Amelia is right,“ Van said putting Busted down.

 "I bring gifts,” Cato said walking into your room with bags full of treats and ice cream. He sat down at the edge of your bed and handed you a small container and a spoon.

 "Calum is just scared,“ Van continued. "He hasn’t been this far in a relationship and he’s just scared he’s going to loose you forever.”

 "Long distance is a huge step though,“ You pointed out.

 "Speaking of the boys. Aren’t you supposed to be with them for a writing session?” Amelia asked looking at Cato. He stopped, mid bite, when everyone in the room turned and had their eyes on him.

 "Look,“ Cato said putting his spoon down. "Calum is frustrated and is going to get over it. It will be like nothing ever happened and you’re going to find a way to stick together. Calum’s a good lad and I’ve never seen anyone more crazy about someone then the way you two are about each other. I didn’t know Calum much until you brought him into the group and I’m glad you did.”

 "Yeah. Calum’s pretty alright,“ Amelia said wrapping her arms around you, making you smile.

 "And, after the last writing session, I will never go back,” Cato said making you laugh.

 "I agree we with everything that’s been said. Even the writing session thing,“ Van said finishing a bite of ice cream. You laughed and nodded before laying down, draping your arm over your eyes.

 Calum sighed as he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. "This is getting pathetic,” Ashton said walking over and grabbing his cigarette. “Talk to the girl for crying out loud.”

 "I hate it when you do that,“ Calum grumbled as he pulled another cigarette out.

 "I thought (Y/N) threw your last pack away. Where did you get more?” Michael asked taking Calum’s new one.

 "I bought two more packs,“ Calum admitted. He lit one and took a long drag.

 "Cal,” Michael said sitting down next to him and snatching his lighter. “Do you want to talk about it?”

 "Not one bit,“ Calum said before bringing his cigarette to his lips. Michael took a drag and let the smoke out, sinking into his seat. "This is why I never got into anything this deep,” Calum whispered.

 "Holy shit,“ Luke said standing up from behind the drums and walking toward the three on the cough.m. "Calum, get over it. You know this is what she’s wanted since day one. She was going to go back home someday. So what if she didn’t tell you? She hasn’t accepted it yet. If this was you leaving for a world tour, or any tour, she would be happy for you. Write a song, get over it, and go get the girl.”

 Michael and Ashton looked at each other before looking back at Luke. “Holy fuck,” Michael said looking down at his cigarette and taking a long drag.  

 "I also miss hanging out with Amelia and Cato,“ Luke mumbled walking away.

 Calum looked down at his cigarette before nodding and standing up. "You’re right Luke,” Calum said dropping his cigarette to the concrete floor and putting it out with his shoe.

 "I hate when you do that,“ Ashton sighed. Calum smiled and grabbed one of the various pads of paper that was around the hang out.

 "Hello,” Cato said walking in.

 "I thought we had seen the last of you,“  Michael said as Cato walked in.

 "Did you do it?” Luke asked walking up to Cato.

 "I said exactly what you wanted me to,“ Cato said smiling as Luke patted his shoulder in excitement.

 "And just what was that?” Ashton asked.

 "The truth,“ Cato shrugged.

 "How is she?” Calum asked walking over to Cato.

 "Hurt but I assume, and hope for the sake of keeping everything together, you’re about to change that,“ Cato said smiling. Calum slowly formed a smile before nodding and rushing over to the desk where the song he started was.

 "We’re going to try one more time at this I’m guessing,” Cato sighed walking up to Calum.

 "You can bet your ass off we are,“ Calum said smiling.


i am also done writing BBABB, maybe ten more parts. hope you liked it. 

anonymous asked:

Can you write a longer version of the deleted scene? Like regina goes back and takes the jacket home with her, cuddles with it. I dunno I'm not a good plot writer, sorry! But please!

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Regina sighs as she hangs up the phone, informing David that Emma is still missing. She could feel David’s disappointment over the phone, knowing it mirrors her own. They’ve all been, perhaps naively, hoping that Emma will be in one of her usual haunts. 

They’re all hoping that there’s an Emma still out there to save. 

The thought makes her heart ache and subconsciously she reaches for the leather jacket again. It feels like having a little piece of Emma with her and before she knows it, she’s walking out the door with the jacket tucked under her arm. 

If anyone sees her, she’ll tell them that it’s in case they need a tracking charm but in truth she just wants to be able to lay down and imagine that Emma is there with her. 

Emma sacrificed herself for her and whilst Regina’s is grateful, she’s also terrified. She knows the darkness, how painful, taunting yet alluring it can be and she wishes Emma would reveal herself so they could help her. 

Later, after another futile day spent searching and mixing up a tracking potion, Regina wanders up to her room, taking the jacket with her. Nobody saw it in her car throughout the day and when she walked in with it, Henry didn’t even question it.

She sighs sadly as she curls up on the bed and wraps the jacket tightly around herself hoping that in the morning they’ll be one step closer to finding Emma. 



Regina jumps up in the bed as she looks over to see Emma standing in the doorway with a grin. “What?” she asks, a blush already rising over her cheeks. 

Emma merely smirks before walking over, flopping onto the bed and reaching for her jacket, “I’ve been looking for this for weeks…why did you steal it? Did you use it for the tracking spell? It’s not got potion all over it has it?” 

Regina shakes her head, “No. I didn’t use your jacket for the tracer.” 

Emma raises a brow as she lifts the jacket up smiling as she catches a whiff of her own vanilla flavoured perfume but also a hint of apple that’s all Regina. She hugs the jacket close before placing it reverently over the back of the armchair and asking, “So why did you have it?” 

Regina’s cheeks grow even redder as she admits, “Because I missed you.” 

At those four words Emma simply smiles and lays down next to Regina, “I missed you too…and you don’t need that jacket anymore because I’m here.” 

i need more figure skating bitty in my life, and like i don’t mean pre samwell figure skating i mean, bitty who spends warm ups doing silly tricks on the ice, and bitty who sometimes during training will just bust out a jump for kicks, and bitty who skates over to lardo after their last game of his junior year and lifts her up in a fucking beautiful figure skating lift that they have totally been practicing during the days when they head to the rink to talk to the coaches about the team. 


Secret Santa: Check Yes or No: Part one

Merry Christmas @takemeawaytocamelot !!!
Are you surprised, or did you have an idea it was me all along? I hope you enjoy this, it is a three-part story, you get part one tonight, part two on Christmas Eve/Christmas day and part three on NYE.  I had a bit of trouble getting an idea to stick for what I actually wanted to write out for you, but finally after hearing a sweet country, song inspiration hit! Can’t wait to hear what you think and if you have questions I’ll happily answer, cause I am in love with this story. Thank you so very much to @moghraidhjamie for setting up this lovely secret Santa exchange, I am honored to be part of it and eternally grateful to you for getting me writing again.

Jamie sighed in ever increasing frustration as he tried to rub off some of the smudged grey covering the left side of his hand…he hated pencils and hated more being told that if he would just hold his hand correctly when he wrote it wouldn’t happen. Above and beyond the annoyance of being told the way he naturally did things was wrong, the grey smudge was a visible sign to those around him that he was different, and oh how he hated that. Thankfully, the other boys in his class didn’t tease him much anymore, not after the last time, when he had to be pulled off another boy the school yard. Girls, however, were different; he couldn’t fight them when they made fun of him. He had been crushed last month when Lizzy MacCowan said rather loudly in front of the whole class that he was dirty and strange because the paper he passed back to her had dirtied when he rested his hand on it before passing it on.

Sighing audibly, he tried not to think on it and instead focus on the notes he was supposed to take from the blackboard. He was about halfway through when the classroom door opened. Mrs. Fitz cleared her throat and addressed the class once everyone had looked up.

“Everyone, we have a new student! This is Claire Beauchamp; she’s just moved here with her uncle. Say hello class.”

His brain went blank, a simple “hello” was beyond him. Looking at her was like touching an open electrical outlet. He had never seen a lass that looked like her before; she was tall, had curly brown hair and the deepest blush he’d ever seen covering her face. Waving slightly at the class, she looked as if she’d be more than pleased should the floor open up and swallow her.

“Why don’t you tell us about yourself Claire?” Mrs. Fitz cheerfully prompted

Claire went to speak just as Jamie in his stunned stupor leaned a bit too much into books, pushing them off the desk. The room’s silence was shattered with the booming thud; causing the whole class to jump and bust into fits of laughter. With the expectation of further introductions lost, Mrs. Fitz showed Claire to her seat.

Leaning down to clean up his books and papers, Jamie mentally cursed himself in both English and Gaelic for causing such a scene, sure that he had now showed the fascinating new girl just how clumsy he was, and knowing that he’d lost any chance of her seeing him any differently than the other girls did. Finally, getting his things together and getting his blush under better control, he placed the last book back on his desk and quickly scanned the room. She had vanished, no longer at the front of the room, he looked through the rows of desks. He hadn’t thought to check the desk to his left, it had been empty since last year when…

His thoughts were interrupted when a hand tapped him on the shoulder, looking over, he was met with a sweet shy smile and an outstretched pencil.

“Hi, I’m Claire, you seemed to have missed this.” she said in a soft English accent.

“uh, I, I’m, uh Jamie.”  He said, accepting the pencil.

She looked as if she wanted to say more, but as she opened her mouth Mrs. Fitz resumed her lesson.


Jamie took longer than normal to walk home, his mind playing over and over the events of the day. He knew he’d be asked what had kept him, and knew he’d have no answer that would excuse him neglecting his evening chores and the delay of starting his homework. But, what he did know is that should anyone ask of his day, he’d be able to tell them everything about the new girl in his class. He knew he wouldn’t be able to supply any other information about his day except for how her curls bounced up and down when she walked, how the deep purple of her dress shown so brightly against her skin, how the blue bow in her hair was slightly uneven and beginning to unknot; how when she moved past him all he could smell was the strawberries.  He had never had felt this before, never with any of the other lassies in his school. He had been mostly indifferent to them and they mostly spent their time avoiding or teasing him. She was different though, hadn’t known him his whole life, didn’t seem bothered by the things others found strange.

All he wanted was to know more, to talk with her and be around her. Unfortunately, though, he had missed the opportunity earlier when Mrs. Fitz asked if anyone would be willing to show Miss. Beauchamp around after. Rupert and Angus were assigned to escort her around, because they were the most social. He knew they would do a fine job, and they were two of his closest friends, but he couldn’t help but be more than a little annoyed that he would be missing the moments they would get. They would get to hear her laugh, they would get to know little things about her, they would get to spend time with her. He was suddenly and inexplicably jealous. He wanted that, and had no notion as to why or what to do about it.


Dinner was unusually quiet and Brian had just about enough of it. Asking his children to clear the table, he told Jamie to join him in the study once he had finished. It had been a rough few years for their little family, and he was still navigating the waters of single parenthood. It didn’t take much to read his young son, contrary to what Jamie himself might think, but one look at the lad and his faraway expression, Brian knew what was going on. A while later Jamie knocked on the study door and slowly pushed it open at Brian’s bidding him to come in. He stood awkwardly in the doorway shifting from foot to foot for close to five minutes. Brian smiled a bit watching his son, but did not speak, he knew with what he assumed to be eating at his son, the conversation would have to start from Jamie.  



“Do ye miss mam?”

The question was asked so quietly that Brian had almost missed it. He was sure that his face showed the confusion and concern he felt with the question. He was suddenly worried that the lad thought somehow that he didn’t, that Jamie mistook his ability to seem okay for his children with not having his heart break again and again each morning when he woke to a half empty bed, where once his heart lay. Trying to calm himself, he took a deep breath, schooled his features in the hope of not showing the depth of his pain and looked his son directly in the eyes. What he saw then almost made him laugh; Jamie’s question was nothing more than just a question. It was a question to break the ice, one of many he would more than likely be asking. Letting the tension leave his shoulders, he smiled as best he could when talking of Ellen and said:

“Aye I do, every second of every day. I love her vera much, son.”

Jamie nodded at that, the tension in his own small shoulders seeming to leave immediately, he continued:

“How did you know?”
“Know what?”

“That mam was the girl you loved the most and when?”

“Ah!” He smiled then, concern washing away only to be replaced with sudden understanding. “The very moment I laid eyes on her. We were about your age, ye ken. We knew each other most of our lives, aye? Well, the moment I saw her in the school yard, I was done for. That was it, my heart was hers, and always will be.”

Jamie didn’t say anything, just stood there for a long while, a small smile pulling at his lips.

Pushing a bit, Brian asked “So, what’s her name, son?”        

A visible start shot through Jamie but the smile only widened, giving away anything he might’ve tried to hide.

“Uh, weel, um…”

Brian didn’t say a word, just raised an encouraging eyebrow.

“Claire, Claire Beauchamp. She’s new, and she sits next to me, and she English, but I don’t mind, and she sits next to me and she wore purple and…”

In that moment as Jamie continued on at lightning speed telling him everything about this new girl, Brian was sure his heart couldn’t be more filled with love. He knew it would be a difficult road for the lad, love always was, but what a ride! Later he would talk more seriously on it, warn him, advise him; but for now, he’d let Jamie have his happiness.

After getting Jamie to stop talking and convincing him that he did in fact still have to get ready for bed, he helped him pick out his outfit for the next day and promised to help with his hair in the morning, agreeing that he should look his best tomorrow.  After all of the details were sorted for the next day, he left Jamie’s room, leaning on the door for a moment to say a silent prayer for his love sick son. As he walked into his own room, he spoke out loud: “Watch over him, protect him, and guide him. Because, and God help him Ellen, he’s in love.”


A few weeks later Jamie had come to some conclusions: wearing his best shirt to school was a terrible idea as he was far to clumsy not ruin it, Rupert and Angus were no good, terrible friends and he would have to pummel them at some point soon, and Claire knew far more bad words than he did.

He had spoken to Rupert and Angus about their helping Claire around, and annoyingly they had begun to tease him about his interest in the new English girl. He was sure he couldn’t blush any more as his so called friends made kissy noises at him in the hallway, but then Claire showed up. Having overheard their teasing, she promptly told them to piss off and leave him alone. This, of course, did nothing to dissuade their teasing, and Jamie was sure that his face was red enough to be confused for sun poisoning. The upside however, was that from that interaction they began to talk and he walked her back to class.

           In the weeks since Claire had arrived, she had made friends fairly easily, played with a few of the girls in their class, Geillis, Mary and Louise mainly, but now seemed more interested in spending what free time she had with him. She would seek him out in the lunch room, during their outside time they would sit on the swings and talk about their families and the places she had been with her uncle. Jamie was fascinated, and more than please that she chose him to be near.

A few days before the holiday break, Jamie found Claire sitting on the steps outside of the school as he left for the day. She was clearly waiting to be picked up.  Mrs. Fitz had come out a bit later to inform her that her uncle had called and said that he wouldn’t be able to pick her up and that she could walk home. Jamie jumped at the chance before him and offered to walk her home. Neither of them lived far, but they had never interacted outside of school before. He was unsure of what to say or do and more nervous than he’d been in a very long time. They both tried talking but ended up jumping from subject to subject with nothing really being said. They both kept their eyes straight ahead avoiding meeting each other’s eyes directly. When they turned onto her street, she stopped suddenly. He looked around and seeing that they were only just on the corner and still a good distance from any of the houses. Confused, he cocked his head a bit and was just about to say something; she took a deep breath, leaned in and kissed him. Pulling away quickly a fierce blush coloring her face she said:

“Thank you for walking me home, Jamie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” and turned on her heel and walked the rest of the way to her house.

Jamie stood absolutely frozen on that corner for what felt like forever. He was stunned, she had kissed him! He didn’t know that kissing could stop time; no one had ever told him that before.  He always thought kissing would messy, it always looked gross to him and he’d always said so when his mam and da would do it in the kitchen. But this was different, and as time began to move again, he started to make his way home. For the rest of the night he was in a haze unable to focus. He knew he looked foolish, but he was unable to keep the smile from his face, especially when he would lick his lips where hers had pressed, and he was still able to taste the fruity lip smackers she used.

A few days later when they went back to school, everything had changed. He had walked into their classroom eager to talk to her, to see how her holiday was, and to tell her of his. Finding Angus in her seat his heart sank, he looked around and found her clear across the classroom sitting with the girls, laughing and doing her best not to look at him. He held her spot at lunch but she never came, stayed with the girls and didn’t play on the swings during recess. In fact she only showed that she recognized his existence when he spoke directly to her, and even that was just a simple “hello” before she turned away from him and continued talking with Louise. He was crushed and so very confused; what had happened? He couldn’t sleep that night, kept running over what could have happened, why didn’t she like him anymore?


Two weeks, she hadn’t spoken to him in two weeks when his father had been called into the school because they had become concerned when they noticed a sudden change in his behavior. Normally a model student, he was now dozing off in class and having trouble paying attention when he was awake, showing no interest in any of the material. Mrs. Fitz had brought up her concerns remembering the year before when he lost his mother and wanted to make sure his father was aware of the situation before it got worse.

Unbeknownst to the Frasers, Lambert Beauchamp and Claire also had an appointment in the office that day. Passing the waiting area with his father, movement caught Jamie’s attention and he stopped as he saw Claire sitting next to who he assumed was her uncle. He face was drawn and it was clear that something was very wrong, he made to stop, to say something, anything; but just then they called for Claire and the man to go back and Brian pushed lightly moving them forward out of the office.  

Apologizing for the interruption, he his way through the class to his desk and quietly began pulling out his books for the lesson. When he opened his notebook a small piece of folded paper fell into his lap. Opening the note, he was sure his heart stopped.



       I’m sorry. I miss you.

Do you like me, would you maybe be my friend again?

Would you walk me home today?
Check yes [ ] or no [ ]


PS. You can hold my hand, if you want to.


He shoved the note back into his desk before Mrs. Fitz could see it and quickly tried to look like he was engrossed in his work and like nothing had happened, ear to ear smile notwithstanding. Finally managing to get a grip on himself, he had managed to get every note and problem off the board without issue before Claire reappeared in their classroom. Looking up to watch her his smile fell from his mouth in an instant, she looked like she had watched something terrible happen, dried lines streaked her face from recent tears. It took all the effort he could muster to focus on what Mrs. Fitz was going over, but he had promised his da, and thankfully did make it through the rest of the day with no issue. Though his mind had stayed on the look she had on her face and a few minutes before the bell rang he pulled out her note again and hastily scribbled something down.

He found Claire on the front steps arms wrapped around her, staring off into space.

Worry suddenly sinking in, he asked, “Claire, what’s happened?”

She didn’t answer, just simply shook her head and began to walk in the direction of home.

Halfway through their silent walk, she slipped her small cold hand into his. Neither of them said anything, but he squeezed gently and continued on. She stopped at the corner again, released his hand, took a deep breath and looked up to him.


He knew whatever she was going to say was bad and couldn’t bear it just yet. Before she could continue he thrust her not into her hand saying:

“I forgot, I got your note. Here, you’ll want the answer, aye?”

She nodded and slowly opened it, and burst into tears.

Jamie moved to hug her to say something, to sooth her, but she backed away shaking her head, not saying anything. She let her tears fall freely, but didn’t break eye contact.

Finally, when she spoke he heard his heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.

“Jamie we’re moving; we leave in the morning.”