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Leave This Town Pt 2 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Song Inspiration: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

Warnings: none! The mildest of swearing I guess? 

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

A/N: Holy bananas, you guys. Once I started writing this part, I got carried away  and I’m probably extending this fic by a few parts. heh. I’m so in love with this story, and that’s probably why! I really hope you are too. Any thoughts and feedback are appreciated! I love you all!! :)

***This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k AU Writing Challenge**

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“Try the Boysenberry Pie while you’re there. Even for breakfast, it really hits the spot.”

Taking a few steps backward, you gave him a smile, “I’ll do that,” then turning to walk away.“Oh, Y/N!” you heard him call after you and you whirled in place, surprised. 

“Keys. I need your keys.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Right. Sorry.” Digging into your purse followed by a toss of the keys, he caught them out of the air before you headed in the direction of the diner once again.


A bell above the door jangled lightly as you entered the diner, the smell of hot grease hitting your nose. Straight ahead there was a counter with barstools, a view of the kitchen behind it. To both your left and right along the wall lined with windows, there were built-in booths with splitting vinyl cushions and spotted formica-covered tables.

The waitress behind the counter spoke, drawing your attention. “Hey, sweetie. Take a seat wherever you like, I’ll be with you in a jiffy.”

“Okay,” you responded with a tight smile.

Choosing a booth, you dropped your bag and sat down. You looked around, seeing only 2 other customers currently sitting at the counter with coffee mugs in their hands. Moments later, a pretty redhead approached, wearing a sleeveless button-up flowered shirt and jeans under the apron around her waist. Bright red lipstick painted her lips as she talked to what looked like a regular customer. Probably a local.

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A Note From Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance's breakup if you haven't read it yet

A note from Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance’s breakup:

A Vigil, On Birds and Glass.
I woke up this morning still dreaming, or not fully aware of myself just yet. The sun poked through the windows, touching my face, and then a deep sadness overcame me, immediately, bringing me to life and realization- My Chemical Romance had ended.
I walked downstairs to do the only thing I could think of to regain composure-
I made coffee.
As the drip began, in that kind of silence that only happens in the morning, and being the only one awake, I stepped outside my home, leaving the door open behind me. I looked around and began to breathe. Things looked to be about the same- a beautiful day.
As I turned to step back into the house I heard sound from within, a chirp and a rustle. And I noticed a small brown bird had flown into the library. Naturally, I panicked. I knew I had to see the bird to safety and I knew I had to retain the order of things in our home, and he very well couldn’t take up residency with us. I chased him (still assuming he was a he) into my office, where I have these very large windows.
Just then, and luckily, I heard Lindsey’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and naturally being composed as she is, she grabbed a blanket and stepped into the office. He was impossible to catch, and I began to open the windows, via Lindsey’s direction, only to find out they were screened. The bird began to fly into the glass, over and over and in all different directions.
I heard another set of footsteps, Bandit’s, running down the stairs in anticipation of the new day. Her entrance into the situation caused just the right amount of chaos (she was very excited to meet the bird) and we found ourselves chasing the bird into the living room. Knowing that this where it could potentially get sticky, being the high ceilings and the beams to perch on, I opened the front door as Lindsey did her best to encourage our new friend out the door. After some coaxing, flying, chirping, a wrong turn back into the library and a short goodbye to Bandit, he simply hopped out the front door- taking off on the fifth leap.
We cheered.
I was no longer sad.
I didn’t realize it, but I stopped being sad the minute that bird had come into my life, because there was something that needed doing, a small vessel to aid and an order to keep. I closed the door. I decided to write the letter I always knew I would.


It is often my nature to be abstract, hidden in plain sight, or nowhere at all. I have always felt that the art I have made (alone or with friends) contains all of my intent when executed properly, and thus, no explanation required. It is simply not in my nature to excuse, explain, or justify any action I have taken as a result of thinking it through with a clear head, and in my truth.
I had always felt this situation involving the end of this band would be different, in the eventuality it happened. I would be cryptic in its existence, and open upon its death.

The clearest actions come from truth, not obligation. And the truth of the matter is that I love every one of you.
So, if this finds you well, and sheds some light on anything, or my personal account and feelings on the matter, then it is out of this love, mutual and shared, not duty.
This was always my intent.

My Chemical Romance: 2001-2013

We were spectacular.
Every show I knew this, every show I felt it with or without external confirmation.
There were some clunkers, sometimes our secondhand gear broke, sometimes I had no voice- we were still great. It is this belief that made us who we were, but also many other things, all of them vital-
And all of the things that made us great were the very things that were going to end us-

Fiction. Friction. Creation. Destruction. Opposition. Aggression. Ambition. Heart. Hate. Courage. Spite. Beauty. Desperation. LOVE. Fear. Glamour. Weakness. Hope.


That last one is very important. My Chemical Romance had, built within its core, a fail-safe. A doomsday device, should certain events occur or cease occurring, would detonate. I shared knowledge of this “flaw” within weeks of its inception.
Personally, I embraced it because, again, it made us perfect. A perfect machine, beautiful, yet self aware of it’s system. Under directive to terminate before it becomes compromised. To protect the idea- at all costs. This probably sounds like something ripped from the pages of a four-color comic book, and that’s the point.
No compromise. No surrender. No fucking shit.

To me that’s rock and roll. And I believe in rock and roll.

I wasn’t shy about who I said this to, not the press, or a fan, or a relative. It’s in the lyrics, it’s in the banter. I often watched the journalists snicker at mention of it, assuming I was being sensational or melodramatic (in their defense I was most likely dressed as an apocalyptic marching-band leader with a tear-away hospital gown and a face covered in expressionist paint, so fair enough).
I’m still not sure if the mechanism worked correctly, because it wasn’t a bang but a much slower process. But still the same result, and still for the same reason-

When it’s time, we stop.

It is important to understand that for us, the opinion on whether or not it is in fact time does not transmit from the audience. Again, this is to protect the idea for the benefit of the audience. Many a band have waited for external confirmation that it is time to hang it up, via ticket sales, chart positioning, boos and bottles of urine- input that holds no sway for us, and often too late when it comes anyway.

You should know it in your being, if you listen to the truth inside you. And voice inside became louder than the music.

There are many reasons My Chemical Romance ended. The triggerman is unimportant, as was always the messengers- but the message, again as always, is the important thing. But to reiterate, this is my account, my reasons and my feelings. And I can assure you there was no divorce, argument, failure, accident, villain, or knife in the back that caused this, again this was no one’s fault, and it had been quietly in the works, whether we knew it or not, long before any sensationalism, scandal, or rumor.

There wasn’t even a blaze of glory in a hail of bullets…

I am backstage in Asbury Park, New Jersey. It is Saturday, May 19th, 2012 and I am pacing behind a massive black curtain that leads to the stage. I feel the breeze from the ocean find its way around me and I look down at my arms, which are covered in fresh gauze due to a losing battle with a heat rash, which had been a mysterious problem in recent months. I am normally not nervous before a show but I am certainly filled with angry butterflies most of the time. This is different- a strange anxiety jetting through me that I can only imagine is the sixth sense one feels before their last moments alive. My pupils have zeroed-out and I have ceased blinking. My body temperature is icy.
We get the cue to hit the stage.

The show is… good. Not great, not bad, just good. The first thing I notice take me by surprise is not the enormous amount of people in front of us but off to my left- the shore and the vastness of the ocean. Much more blue than I remembered as a boy. The sky is just as vibrant. I perform, semi-automatically, and something is wrong.
I am acting. I never act on stage, even when it appears that I am, even when I’m hamming it up or delivering a soliloquy. Suddenly, I have become highly self-aware, almost as if waking from a dream. I began to move faster, more frantic, reckless- trying to shake it off- but all it began to create was silence. The amps, the cheers, all began to fade.

All that what left was the voice inside, and I could hear it clearly. It didn’t have to yell- it whispered, and said to me briefly, plainly, and kindly- what it had to say.

What it said is between me and the voice.

I ignored it, and the following months were full of suffering for me- I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost. I used to see art or magic in everything, especially the mundane- the ability was buried under wreckage.

Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it- because it was my own.

There are many roles for all of us to play in this ending. We can be well-wishers, ill-wishers, sympathizers, vilifiers, comedians, rain clouds, victims-

That last one, again, is important. I have never thought myself a victim, nor my comrades, nor the fans- especially not the fans. For us to adopt that role right now would legitimize everything the tabloids have tried to name us. More importantly, it completely misses the point of the band. And then what have we learned?

With honor, integrity, closure, and on no one’s terms but our own- the door closes.

And another opens-

This morning I awoke early. I quickly brushed my teeth, threw on some baggy jeans, and hopped in my car. I gently sped down the 405 through the morning fog to a random parking lot in Palo Verde, where I was to meet a nice gentleman named Norm. He was older, and a self-proclaimed “hippie” but he also had the energy of Sixteen year old in a garage-rock band. The purpose of the meeting was the delivery of an amplifier into my possession. I had recently purchased the amp from him and we both agreed that shipping would jostle the tubes- so he was kind enough to meet me in the middle.
A Fender Princeton Amp from 1965, non reverb. A beautiful little device.

He showed me the finer points, the speaker, the non-grounded plug, the original label and the chalk mark of the man or woman who built it-

“This amp talks.” he said.
I smiled.
We got coffee, talked about gold-foil pickups and life. We sat in the car and played each other music we had made. We parted ways, promising to stay in touch, I drove home.

When I wanted to start My Chemical Romance, I began by sitting in my parent’s basement, picking up an instrument I had long abandoned for the brush- a guitar. It was a 90’s Fender Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue, but in my youth I had decided it was too clean and pretty so I beat it up, exposing some of the red paint underneath the blue- the color it was meant to be. Adding a piece of duct tape on the pick guard, it felt acceptable. I plugged this into a baby Crate Amp with built in distortion and began the first chords of Skylines and Turnstiles.

I still have that guitar, and it’s sitting next to The Princeton.
He has a voice, and I would like to hear what it has to say.

In closing, I want to thank every single fan. I have learned from you, maybe more than you think you’ve learned from me. My only regret is that I am awful with names and bad with goodbyes. But I never forget a face, or a feeling- and that is what I have left from all of you.
I feel Love.

I feel love for you, for our crew, our team, and for every single human being I have shared the band and stage with-

Ray. Mikey. Frank. Matt. Bob. James. Todd. Cortez. Tucker. Pete. Michael. Jarrod.

Since I am bad with goodbyes. I refuse to let this be one. But I will leave you with one last thing-

My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die.
It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you.
I always knew that, and I think you did too.

Because it is not a band-
it is an idea.


anonymous asked:

can u write one from josh's pov where he is madly in love with y/n but she's already got a boyfriend and he can't help but feel heartbroken knowing that josh is just always going to be y/n's best friend

authors note: all i could think when reading this prompt was Jim and Pam, so that’s kind of what I loosely based this off from. This is a longerish fic, hopefully what you were looking for.  Enjoy!


“Square up, Y/L/N, you’re going down.”

Josh hovered over your shoulder like a bug that just wouldn’t go away, muttering discouraging words into your ear, trying to distract you from the task at hand.  You had to admit he was doing a good job, because all you wanted to do was turn around and smack him, but you had to stay focused.  A bag of chips was on the line here.

You took a deep breath and pulled your arm back, nothing but sheer determination in your vision, and you let your paper airplane sail.  You watched as it flew through the air, coasting past the copier and fax machine, past the cluster of desks, past Josh’s airplane resting on the floor, until it hit the door to the break room and finally landed.

“Yes!” you shrieked, throwing your hands up in victory.  “I beat you by like four feet!”

Josh stares, stunned at how you managed to sail your paper airplane all the way across the office, but nonetheless, hands you over a dollar to get your bag of chips from the vending machines.

“You really should stop betting on things with me, I always win—“ you gloat, as you both make your way into the break room.

Josh leans against the vending machine, watching you select your favorite bag from the top row.  “No way, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”  

You laugh, shaking your head at Josh’s remark before opening your bag of chips and heading back to your desk.  

Josh watches you go, that familiar sinking feeling becoming prevalent in his stomach, just like every other time you walk away.  He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his right state of mind.  He loved the friendship you two shared, but sometimes he needed a minute to contain all the thoughts running through his head, otherwise his undying love for you might just slip out one of these days.

The hardest part of Josh’s day was at five o’clock, when your boyfriend would meet you at the door and walk out to the parking lot with you.  Josh would smile and wave goodbye, pretending like it didn’t burn every fiber of his being watching you lace your fingers with his and smile into his side as you exited the building.  Then, he’d slowly gather his things and head to his own car, wishing you were at his side.  

You and Josh had been friends ever since you started working in Columbus two years ago.  Two entire years, and Josh still swears it was the minute you walked in on your first day, a spot of dried toothpaste on your chin, that he fell completely in love with you.  

He spent that entire first week getting to know you, and the next planning out ways he could ask you out.  He’d never been more sure that he’d finally met the person he was meant to be with.  His soulmate, if you will.  Josh had been waiting in his car for your gray SUV to pull in one morning.   He planned on exiting at the same time as you, playing it off as a harmless coincidence, and then walking with you up to the third floor.  It was a cold December morning when he saw Lucas for the first time.  Then of course he didn’t know his name.  He knew the man as someone driving you to work, with broad shoulders and a trimmed beard.  He leaned over the center console and planted a kiss right on your lips before making a U-turn and exiting the parking lot.  Josh had let his head drop and made a beeline for the door, trying his best to ignore you calling his name and the gut-wrenching dread he felt.  

That was two years ago, and Josh still hadn’t moved on.  How could he when you sat only feet away from him?  Spreading your infectious laugh and always there to make him smile?  No, Josh hadn’t moved on.  Instead, he’d just learned to live with it.  He swallowed his feelings and instead focused on the friendship that you two shared, no matter how much it killed him inside.  It was always about more than friendship, and he knew it from the start. Even though that is what he loved most about you. Falling in love was quick, easy, inevitable. You would talk and laugh and be happy. If life is a series of moments, then it was those innocent instances that defined Josh for the longest time.

But falling also hurt.  You were his everything. And you were his best friend. You told each other everything, but he had to keep his biggest secret hidden from you.  On that first day, even if she didn’t remember it, he could see a future. Your future together. And for that split second he wanted nothing more than to kiss you, to forget about the rest of the world and focus on you. But there were no messing this up. This was you, and it was really just complicated.

Josh sat in his car in the parking lot the next morning eating his breakfast and occasionally warming up his hands in front of the air vents. Just as he was finishing off his bagel, there was a soft knock on his window. It took him half a second to realize it was you; your coat was zipped up to your chin and your beige scarf covered most of your face. Josh quickly got out of his car and you both exchanged hellos in the still-dark parking lot.

“What are you doing here so early?” he asks, shivering a little in the cold winter air.

“Lucas and I kind of had another spat last night and I wanted to get out before he woke up…" you trail off. Josh’s jaw clenches at the mention of his name.  ”What about you?“

“One of my biggest clients is a morning person, if I don’t call him by 8am sharp, his account is as good as closed, so I wanted to get here early and go over his file.”

“So you got here before the sunrise?”

“It’s a big file,” Josh says with a smile.

You chuckle and then looked over to the far end of the parking lot, “Hey, come with me.”

It was one of those commands Josh didn’t have to hear twice. He followed you, his hand in his pockets and his nose buried in his own scarf. You both walked over to the edge of the lot, and you stepped up on the curb, standing on your tip-toes. Josh furrowed his eyebrows.

“Come on, Josh,” you say playfully.

He laughed nervously before following your actions. He faced the direction you were facing and saw that through the fence there was a perfect view of the distance hills on the east side of town. The sky was thick and dark blue and the hills looked outlined with gold. The sun began to peek over the horizon and the buildings of Columbus went from grays to a bright mixture of yellows and oranges.

Josh glanced over at you as you looked at the view, smiling wide, the sun hitting your eyes. Josh could never quite tell, your eyes always looked hazel and sadly dull in the florescent light of the office, but for the first time his saw their true color: a brilliant green with splashes of brown near the center.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Yeah, really is,” Josh says, still looking straight at you.

“We should go inside,” you said quietly, noticing his insistent stare from your corner view.  “I’m freezing.”

Josh nods, eyes lingering on the view a moment longer before he trails behind you inside the building.  

It’s habit, more than anything else, that has Josh lingering in the break room when he sees the tired lines in your face three days later. It’s instinct, to ask you if you want to talk. To take a seat at the table before he has a chance to consider the implications of what he’s just offered.

Besides, first and foremost, he’s your friend.

More than anything, he wants you to be happy.  And if there’s something he can do to ease the tension in your shoulders, to watch the frustrated crease in your brow fade back into familiar calm, then he will. Of course he will.

Being the one to elicit a smile from you is worth the cost of his own discomfort.

Patiently, he listens to your perspective on the misunderstanding between yourself and Lucas, he tries to detach himself from the situation enough to give you the sort of sincere and thoughtful advice he’d extend to anyone in that position. But he doesn’t want your thanks — your gratitude that much worse because it’s genuine.  

Josh had served as the backboard for you since he met you.  He was always around to listen.  Maybe he was imagining it, but it seemed like you and Lucas had been fighting more and more lately.  He hated seeing you upset on a daily basis in the break room and he tried to ignore the sliver of hope he felt inside.  

Apparently last night had been bad.  Josh can tell the minute he sees your puffy eyes and quivering lip.  

“What happened?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

You shrug, trying to be brave, but the tears fall anyway.  “He threw a glass at the wall next to me last night.  He was drunk… muttering about how he thought I was cheating on him.”

“Oh my god—“ Josh said, gut dropping as he imagined how scared you must have been in that moment.

“I don’t think he’d ever hurt me or anything.  But I was scared.”

“What’d you do?” he asks, taking the seat at the table across from you.

You curled your hands around your mug of coffee, “I left.  Went to my moms.  I think it’s over.  I mean, it has to be, right?”

Josh wants to blurt out a gigantic yes, but instead he empathetically furrows his brows and nods softly, “I definitely don’t like the idea of you being scared.” And without thinking, he reaches his hand across the table and touches yours softly.  

Your eyes shoot down to where your hands touch, all of a sudden you feel so nervous.  You pull back and drag your coffee mug to your chest.  

“I should get back to work.”

Josh has a hard time focusing the rest of the day.  It was over.  You said that.  It was over and maybe, just maybe, Josh had a chance here.  He’d be your friend first, of course.  Just like it’d always had been.  He wouldn’t rush you.  But now he had a chance to prove how much you truly meant to him.  He was elated.  Lighter and more hopeful than he’d felt in months.  

It all comes crashing down with the sound of the office door opening and closing. Josh’s fists clench at his side the minute he sees Lucas walk through the doors.  He’s ready to get up and ward him off if necessary; the idea of him yelling at you makes his blood boil.  But he watches from his desk instead, as Lucas makes his way to you, gently tapping your shoulder and whispering something in your ear.  

Your initial reaction is wide eyes, filled with what is that?  Fear?  It fades quickly, morphs into anger.  Then sympathy.  Josh watches as you grab your coat from the back of your chair and willingly follow him up to reception.  You mutter something to the secretary before continuing out the door without looking back.  

“He apologized, and he really was just so sincere.  I think he really meant it.”

Josh nods and takes another swig of coffee, which was lukewarm by now.  He cringes.  

“Sounds it,” he says dully.  Not even he can fake enhance the amount of enthusiasm in his voice.  

“What’s that?” you ask, offended by his dull tone.

He looks at you and raises an eyebrow.  Disappointment and anger and frustration all boiling under the surface of his skin after seeing you and Lucas kissing in the parking lot again this morning, so he decides for the first time in a long time; to be honest.

“No, it’s just I’ve heard all of this before.  It gets a bit old is all.”

“It gets a bit old?” you repeat, stunned by his response.

“Yeah you and Lucas.  He does something nasty, you break up or contemplate breaking up, then he apologizes with roses or chocolates or what was it this time?  Perfume?  Same story, different version.  Can’t blame me for getting bored with it.”

And then Josh walks straight out of the break room and back to his desk, where there’s a light flashing on his phone.  He presses the button and pulls up a chair to listen to the voicemail.

“Hey Josh, it’s Craig from Corporate.  Meant to catch you before lunch, but I wanted to talk to you about a job opening here in Detroit.  It’d be a promotion for you.  More pay, more duties, all that.  Give me a call back with the details if you’re interested.  Thanks.”

It ended in the parking lot, the blooming seed of happiness that lived deep in his chest was fading, right next to his heart.  It was his best friend, his sole support, the girl of his life who made everything just a little bit better. It was you standing there, your jaw dropping with surprise and Josh with his entire heart and soul on the line.

It was Josh that changed the game. This game of yours, the little dance of just barely something more than friends.  He had nothing left to lose, because he couldn’t do it anymore.  So he gave himself an ultimatum.  Tell her you love her.  Tell her and if she turns you down, you can accept the job.  Tell her you love her.  Tell her and if she loves you back, you can live happily ever after.  

The words hang thickly in the air.  “I love you, Y/N.  I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

You stand still in your spot, eyes watering and eyebrows furrowed with confusion and surprise.  And for a quick second, Josh thinks you might say it back.  But then you drop your clenched fist to your side and you let out a loud, inconvenient sigh and it’s amazing how quick his gut picks up on the rejection.  It drops as you start muttering about how “you can’t” and  “you have a boyfriend.”

“Listen, Josh—“

But that’s all. Because Josh clearly doesn’t want to listen. His hands wrap around you and Lucas has never held you like you’re this precious.  It’s gentle  and firm, warm and large, pulling you softly towards him, gathering you, even as his mouth falls against yours, just as lightly, just a hint of pressure and you feel so small against him, against this unspoken message that he loves you. And it’s powerful.

“Josh—“ you say, finally pulling back.  

He freezes, jerks away, his hands still gentle, even as his eyes are screaming, those big brown eyes that love you. “You’re really going to be with him?”

Your ‘yes’ is locked into your throat and tears fill your eyes, but somehow you can’t look away as you destroys your best friend from the inside out. There are a million reasons to stay with Lucas and only one to leave him, because you maybe love Josh, but you maybe don’t love Josh, and it’s that thought that makes you nod.  


You can’t blame him when he walks away, when he holds on to your hands for as long as possible, even as he can’t look you in the eyes. You want him to look at you. You want him to fight for you, but you know that’s unfair to ask him. But you don’t want to lose him and you somehow know you’re going to and you need him to understand, but before you know it… he’s gone.

It’s not as if you’ve never seen his desk without him sitting there, because of course you have. He’s stayed home sick, made occasional use of his vacation days, gone on client calls — you know what the office looks like when the shape of him is missing, it’s the permanence of it that hurts.  

As you settle in that first day of Josh’s absence, you hang your coat up and take a seat, You let yourself miss him as a coworker and as a best friend and that’s it. Work will be work, with or without Josh Dun.

But that’s a lie, because of course it hurts like hell.

Each day it’s harder, when it starts to sink in that this doesn’t mean a handful of days out recovering from the flu or visiting his family, but that there is a new and permanent Josh-sized hole in the fabric of you. So you play sudoku to avoid noticing the absence of his voice and

you doodle in notebook margins during conference room meetings to ignore all the jokes he can’t whisper in your ear.  

As the day goes on, regret floods deeper within you.  You always knew Josh was your best friend.  But you probably always always knew he was more than that too.  You just wished you’d been brave enough to see that.

That night you break up with Lucas.  This time, there’s no yelling or screaming or wine glasses thrown against the wall.  It’s respectable and understood that they are just not meant to be.  You thought there’d be a Lucas-sized hole inside of you now too, but there’s not.  Instead, it just makes room for Josh’s hole to grow bigger.  

It’s twenty past five and you’ve got your coat on and bag in hand when the phone rings.

You debate for a moment about answering it — after all, technically you shouldn’t even still be here.

But, well, you are still there, so it’s equal parts obligation and impulse that has you reaching for the handset and saying, “Hello?” with a slightly tired edge in your tone.

“Uh, hey.”

And — oh, oh.

“Oh my god.”


“Um… Hi.”

Witty. Clever. Exactly the kind of thing you’d imagined herself saying to Josh when you finally reconnected after too-many-weeks of silence.

“Sorry, I needed a number from Mark.  It’s a co-client thing—”


“—and I was just gonna leave a voicemail, because I didn’t think anyone would be there.”

It’s hard not to wonder if Josh had been making an open effort to avoid you on purpose, if he’d waited to call until twenty past five because you were supposed to be gone and he’s supposed to get an machine instead.  

“Why are you still there?”

“I had to work late.” And then, because that sounds flimsy, goes on. “Well I didn’t have to, but there were just some open files I wanted to finish up.”

“Wow,” he says, the faint tone of amusement in his voice.  “Wow, they’ve really changed you Y/L/N.  Going above and beyond, that’s not you.”

And you’re smiling—because it’s Josh and you aren’t sure your face is capable of behaving any other way around him—but there’s something nervous and careful in the lines of your expression that isn’t usually there. You’ve missed him, but knows that a subtle shift occurred in their relationship that can’t be undone, that things might never be as easy as they once were.

“Everything else is pretty much the same here.” Except—god, no—of course it isn’t.


You change up your previous statement. “A little different.” Because you need him to understand that even though the routines of the office cycle on, no part of that environment could ever be the same to you without him there. Then you ask, “what time is it there?”

“…What time is it here?” He pauses, something uncertain and unsure in his tone. “Um, we’re in the same time zone.”

“Oh, yeah, right.”

“How far apart did you think we were?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter, embarrassed. “It feels really far.” And you can hear his thoughtful, quiet agreement that suggests it’s more than just the miles dividing Columbus and Detroit that’s currently between them.

It took you until the next morning to get your act together.  You were walking into the building, the sun rising across the lot, and you felt it.  A crumpled up piece of paper in your pocket.  You gripped it in your fist before pulling it out, unwrapping the paper and trying to make out the scrubbed words.

You can’t get rid of me that easy.” It was a note from Josh.  One from back before the airplane competition, where they’d bet on how many green M&M’s were in the jar resting on reception.  You’d beat him easily, leaving time to gloat on how he should just give up on betting against you, cause you always won, just like you did every other time you two bet on something.  Josh had left the note on your desk with the soda you’d won.  

You could feel the tears surfacing, blurring your vision as you turned in your spot and starting walking all the way back to your car.  You opened the note up again after you’d sat in the driver’s seat, unfolding the paper and running your hands over Josh’s scratchy scrawl and letting yourself feel what was long overdue.  It all floods in at once.  The despair, the guilt, the regret.  But also the love and admiration and memories of laughing, smiling, feeling lighter than ever around him.  

You didn’t think twice as you flicked your blinker on to turn onto the highway headed towards Detroit.

The city was so close down the road, you could see the outline of hazy buildings out of the window.  You stared diligently ahead, running through what you were going to exactly say to Josh when the time came.  But before you knew it, you were pulling into the parking lot of the Detroit branch, sliding into the spot beside Josh’s car as an automatic reflex, and you still had no idea what you were doing, what you would say. Yet your feet trudged up to the front door, almost like a little girl who knew that you had to admit to your mother that you’d smashed her favorite vase, because it had to be done, you just weren’t quite ready for the aftermath. There were no obstacles now.  No Lucas or unacknowledged feelings and you were sure that’s what scared you the most. What if, after all this time, Josh had just had enough?  What if you just weren’t meant to be?

You walked right up to reception, waiting until the woman hung up the phone before telling her you were here to see Josh.

“Y/N?” his familiar voice rings through the air and when you look over, you can see him taking off his headset and standing up from his desk.  “What are you doing here?” There’s a hint of curiosity and surprise and maybe even a little excitement in his voice.  

You couldn’t tell him here.  You had to go somewhere more private.  

“Could we um, talk?” you say quietly, offering him the slightest smile even amidst your nerves.

“Yeah,” he says, “let me just grab my coat—“ he motions back towards his desk with his thumb, where you see his familiar dark blue fabric hanging off from the back of his chair.  You wait patiently with your arms crossed across your chest, bouncing on the backs of your heels.

“All set?” he says, hand buried deep within his pockets.

You walk down to the parking lot in silence, still pondering what you were going to say to Josh in your head.  

“How’s Detroit?” you asked after thanking him for holding the door open for you.  You wanted to stall as long as possible.

Josh chuckles, “Common, Y/N.  You didn’t drive three and a half hours to Detroit to ask me how the city is.”

You blush, of course you didn’t.  But you still didn’t know what to say to him.  To Josh.  The man you loved, completely and wholly, with everything inside of you.

You could feel your cheeks growing hot as you thought about what you were about to admit.  You’d had so much courage built up inside of you before, but now, it was quickly draining.  You had to say it before you were completely empty.

“I miss you.”

Your heart’s still thumping like crazy, banging against your ribs, and you’re not entirely sure what you just said.

And Josh didn’t say anything back to you, but it wasn’t like you said all the stuff that you were thinking to him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you continue, your voice wavering.

Josh shakes his head. “I’m okay.“

You nod. There’s a silence, long enough that you worry you’re not going to be able to say it all and nothing will happen and you’ll go back to being scared and afraid. You want to be someone who says what they feel.

“It’s just— the office isn’t the same and… I miss you.  I miss you a lot, Josh. I miss my best friend.”

“It can’t be that way again, Y/N,” he says. “I wasn’t your best friend. I was in love with you.”

“We could be friends now. Just go back to the way things were—“ you weren’t sure why you were burying your feelings again, but it was instinctual.  

"No,” he says. He’s standing so still, arms at his sides.  ”What you miss – that wasn’t friends. That was us… that was me being something more. All the time. And I can’t do that anymore.  It hurt too much.”

You feel kind of sick, but a little voice in the back of your head says you should be grateful for whatever happened, because it was better than being endlessly, endlessly quiet.

“Then I’m really sorry,” you say at last. “Because I miss that.”

“What do you think that means?” he asks, and there’s a little heat in his voice. “What do you think you’re really missing?”

This morning you would have undoubtedly ducked your head and avoided the question, or flat-out lied. Now though, you had driven three and a half hours and you’re standing in front of Josh, far enough away that you have to speak up for him to hear.

“I know what it means,” you say quietly. “And you know.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t. You’ve made it clear you only wanted to be friends.”

“I don’t think I’ve made anything clear,” you say, and for the first time you have the urge to move closer, speak more softly, because this is the hard part, the thing you couldn’t say in front of everyone else. “I should have been honest a long time ago, and I know that, but I couldn’t until I knew what I wanted.”

“Do you?” he asks after a moment, his voice low. “Know?”

You take a big breath, letting the oxygen go to your head, willing back the feeling you had just before you ran up to the third floor. “I want to feel the way I did when I was with you, back before you moved to Detroit.  I don’t want to be lonely, and I want to redo the past two years except it made me figure out a lot of things about myself, so I don’t know. I want stuff to be easy, Josh, and it isn’t, and I thought that maybe if we could be friends again I could have one thing in my life that made me happy, even if it wasn’t what I really wanted.”

He’s quiet for a long time. The wind whips against you, making you shiver.

“Why can’t you say it?” he asks.

“Would anything change if I did?”

“I don’t know, everything changed when I said it.”

“Fuck it,” you say, the cold air filling your lungs, “I love you.  I have loved you but I was with Lucas and I was afraid and I didn’t know it.  And I’m still afraid, but I know it now.”

You stare and wait for his reaction, hoping with everything inside of you that you weren’t too late.  But the look on Josh’s face, the sad, almost pitiful stare, gave you reason to believe that you were.

And your courage drained for good.

“I’m sorry,” you said, wiping a tear falling down your cheek, “I shouldn’t have come.  I’m gonna get going.  It was nice to see you,” you mumble before turning away and heading towards your car.

When Josh saw you turn away, it was as if lightning struck him. All he could see was your back, stiff and tense, walking back towards your car, parked near his, and suddenly he didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know how it had come to this. The last several months had turned you both into people he didn’t even recognize anymore, and he blamed himself.

You were all he ever wanted. You were the one he saw in his dreams and imagined in his fantasies for years on end, and he had you. It was supposed to be forever, but all he seemed to do anymore was hurt you. The Josh from six weeks ago would absolutely kill him for that. The Josh from six weeks ago would feel about him like he used to feel about Lucas. Lucas took you for granted, and didn’t consider your feelings.

Like Josh was doing now.

He sprinted toward you, his long legs reaching yours in just a couple of long strides, and he grabbed your arm to turn you around. You had no idea what was happening, but he didn’t stop to explain. He simply wrapped his arms all the way around you, and held you close. You didn’t resist, but you didn’t reciprocate immediately. He pulled you closer. He buried his face in your hair, nuzzled into your neck, and tried to breathe you in. He remembered the electric shock of when you first met (for him, anyway), how it felt to love you and not be able to have you.  He couldn’t let himself let it slip away.

You finally wrapped your arms around him, and he felt a small shudder go through you. You pulled back and he could see your face crumple just before you took his face in both hands and kissed him. When you parted, you were both smiling as said, “I love you” in unison.  He hugged her so tightly he almost picked you up off from the ground.

FRIENDS AU: “The One With The Cabin”


Living on the rough side of New York - Six friends find themselves broke in their late 20s, struggling in everyday life. Follow the lives of the people set in time, as if fate placed them on purpose - learning the importance of love, family, drama, and even heartbreak. But in the end, it always ties together, no matter the cost.



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anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your posts a lot. May I ask for a request, like a scenario or something with RFA + Unknown... Maybe like something happened and the MC lost her memory and what they'll do next or something.. idk. Thank you very much, I'll continue to support you and your post.

You’re such a sweet anonny, thank you for the kind words!! I really liked this idea so I formatted it a bit differently. Basically, the first part, before the under the cut part, is meant to be like a prologue of what happens to MC. I did it this way because I didn’t want to be repetitive, so I hope that it’s okay! I truly hope that you enjoy!! ^^

You and your lover were driving to a secluded nature reserve for a date. The two of you kept looking into each other’s eyes lovingly, it was officially your first anniversary as a couple. Your lover took one of their hands off the steering wheel of the car to take a hold of your own hand in a loving gesture. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes one more time before you heard a loud crash, the last thing you saw was the look of horror on your lover’s face before everything went dark.

“She should be waking up soon, let me know when she does.” He doctor told your very anxious lover as he headed to treat another patient.

A drunk driver hit your car that day, somehow your lover survived with only a few scratches while you were barely alive. You lover was snapped out of their thoughts when you stirred awake, they happily asked if you were alright. But your answer would haunt them for who knows how long as you said

“I’m sorry but who are you? And where am I, or rather… who am I?”

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Hey everyone! So it’s Lea here. I’m a mentally ill bisexual 20 year old, and I need your guy’s help. So this morning my little sister backed into our garage while it was closed, and completely fucked it up. And I mean completely. It needs to be replaced. I don’t know how in the hell she managed to do this, so don’t ask me.

We share a car, and the car has damage to it as well (as you can imagine from backing into a garage door and breaking it). The back is dented, and the left tail light is cracked. There’s also two very, very deep scratches (they’re almost holes. that’s how deep they are) on the back end.

As some of you know, I recently totaled our other car back in October 2016 after I hit a deer on my way to college campus. So we’ve only had this car for a few months, and now it’s fucked up due to negligence on my sister’s end.

Along with needing to pay for a new garage door, we need to get the car fixed. Tail light replacements average $200-$300, and I’m estimating that it’s going to cost another $800 at least to take out the very large dents and scratches she put into it.

I’m currently unemployed due to my mental illness (that and I’ve been applying to places for months and no one is getting back to me), but I need to force myself to get a job in retail to pay for the damages that my little sister caused. Our car is the only way we can get around, so I need to get it fixed before I can get a job. Both my parents work full time, so I can’t get a ride from them.

If you have anything to spare, please donate to my paypal – which is lea_carosella@yahoo.com

My goal is to raise $1,000 as I think that should probably cover the damages to the car. We don’t know how much the garage door is going to be, but it leads directly into our house; so it needs to be replaced immediately for safety reasons.

Again, anything you can spare would be extremely appreciated. I hate having to keep asking for things, but my family is in a very tough spot financially right now and we don’t know what to do.

If you can’t donate, then please reblog.

Military sister (5/?)

request: yes

plot:  The reader is part of the batfam and she wants to join the military.

word count: 1,175

warning(s): panic attack, mentions of death and shooting, and stuff like that

A/n: so it tied and i did this one becasue lovers, not fighters has two parts out and they were recently done! but i will do that one tomorrow so be ready!

tagging: please send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in this or lovers, not fighters!

Parts: (Part 1) (part 2) (part 3)  (part 4) (aesthetic ) (part 5)

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Bonnie & Clyde - pt 16

Originally posted by sugaglos

Another one. Silas poured shot after shot, you drank to forget, to enter a state of unawareness.

You two were the only ones in there.

“I’m leaving soon sweetheart.”

“No don’t go.” You mumbled, sitting up on his lap and caressing his face.

You let a finger trace down his cheek and then his lips. “I’ll miss you.”

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anonymous asked:

Ok, ok what about a soulmate au with Shizuo where s/o gains all the wounds Shizuo gets until they finally meet and they all disappear?

Ahhhhhh. I love Soulmate AU’s I LIVE FOR THEEEEMMM I hope you like this, I had fun writing it. And sorry if it’s late Г~Г. Enjoy~

“Geez, how many times are you gonna bleed this week, Y/N?” your friend said as they continued to bandage up your leg which had a long cut down the side.

“I don’t know! But I’m getting sick of this BULL CRAP!” you yelled and stood up as quickly as possible when your friend had finished with your leg.

“Well, I gotta go to work, wanna walk with me?” they said as they stuffed all the previously used medical supplies into their bag.

“Suuuuuure, let’s just hope you-know-who doesn’t get hurt…For the 5th time this week.” All this week, you have been getting random cuts on your arms and legs. Heck, you even ended up with a long scar down your back because of this dumb crap. This didn’t include all of the other scars scattered across your body. The words of your parent echoed in your head when you were reminded of why this happened.

“Remember, Y/N; that pain you feel is the same pain your soulmate feels. I know it’s quite a lot, but you’ll find them one day! Just be careful, okay?” You sighed as you walked down the streets of Ikebukuro with your friend. You had moved here not too long ago. You had been living in the country for quite a while and have been meaning to move to the city for some time now. So far…It wasn’t going so well.

“Haha! Try and catch me Shizu-Chan~!” An energetic and cocky voice could be heard from the other side of the road.

“IIIIIZZZAAAAAYAAAAA!” Cue vending machine. Or pole. Or post. Or literally, any object sitting on the side of the street.

“Oh god, let’s go this way okay, Y/N?” your friend said as they tried to pull you over by the arm. In an instant, you recoiled your arm back and hissed in pain. You pulled your sleeve back to see your hand covered in blood. Looking back down at your arm, a long, thin, horizontal cut was slashed into your skin.

“Holy crap, Y/N, are you okay?!” your friend said as they slowly took your arm once more.

“No, I’m fine- IT BURNS LIKE HELLLLL!” you screamed before yanking your head to the other side of the road when you heard another person’s booming voice as well.

“Damnit, IZAYA!” You saw a blonde man in what seemed to be a bartender’s outfit. He was holding his arm, the same arm your friend is holding, with a long tear in his sleeve from what you could see. You narrowed your eyes and before your friend could say something you, yet again, took your arm back. You started to run across the road towards the two men. And if by “run across the road” you meant jumping on top of people’s cars with your friend calling for you then yes, you were running across the road.

You got over there and quickly approached the blonde, as it didn’t take you long to notice the matching cuts and what it apparently meant, and then proceeded to tap him on the shoulder. He turned his head around quickly, looking at you through the bluish-purple lenses of his sunglasses.

“What?” he asked in a stern tone tinged with annoyance.

“Can I just-? Let me see something right here- Thank you!” You said as you grabbed his arm and stared at both of the cuts running down your arms. Yep, you were right, same cuts. The male was very confused and concerned, as he was preoccupied with trying to beat the crap out of the dark haired man in front of him, who only stood there in surprise.

You then let go of his arm, only to grab him by the bowtie and pull him down to your eye level with two fingers.

“Now listen here, buddy. I had to put up with all this crap for YEARS. YEARS, I TELL YOU! Do you KNOW how much it costs having to go to the hospital almost every week? Oh, that’s right, you do know because you had the SAME PROBLEM. Because of you, I have scars where scars should never be! Are you listening?!”


“Good, because-” In the middle of your rant, you looked at your arm. The cut was gone. Poof, nonexistent. You let go of him and the proceeded to lift up your shirt to see your previous scars had disappeared as well. “What the hell?” It didn’t take you long to check almost every other inch of your body, and to your surprise, there were no scars left.

“Well, damn, isn’t this interesting.” the male finally spoke to you, a slight pink tinting his face. “You must be…”


“Great.” he stated simply, and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

“Oh? Does Shizu-Chan have a new friend~? Nice to meet you, I’m Izaya-”

“Piss off, Izaya, before I hit you with a street sign.”

“So, wait, this is the dude that’s been giving you all this bull for the past, however many months or years or whatever?” you quickly butted in.

“Yes, why?” You then took a piece of metal tubing jammed into the wall beside of you and proceeded to swing it quickly at who you now know as Izaya.

“You’re the idiot that caused me all this pain, and now you’re gonna pay!” you yelled at him as you swing once more, Izaya dodging the pipe easily before you were being pulled away by “Shizu-Chan”.

“He’s not worth your time,” the blonde said before taking the pipe and throwing it at Izaya, watching as he dodged it once more.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook either, you fought the guy,” you added as you grabbed a free arm and began to walk him in the opposite direction.

“The least you owe me for thousands in medical bills is a cup of coffee and a nice chat, Name’s Y/N, by the way.”

“………Shizuo Heiwajima, nice to meet you, Y/N. This is gooing to be different from now on, isn’t it?”

“Quite, nice name by the way. Can’t wait to learn more about you, soulmate.” You both walked away from Izaya, your friend had already given up and made their way to work a long time ago. You were glad now, being able to find the person you would be spending the rest of your life with. And oh, boy, was your life even more interesting from that point forward.

- Ko

His Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 3

…Can’t stay away from you…

Warning;talk of depression and cutting.

Hailey’s Pov

“ Are you following me?” Luke said as he stared at me

i couldn’t believe he was here, when i saw the motorbike beside the gate i thought it was someone else but not him.

“No, i always come here to think” i said to him, he turned back around like he wasn’t interested anymore.

well he isn’t going to stop me from swinging and the only other swing is beside him so i guess i will just have to sit beside him but if he touches me i will hit him.

i walked over and i got to the swing and sat down, i couldn’t help but look at him.

he looked sad, i don’t know why unless it was to do with what i said in my bathroom

he didn’t look at me, he kept his face to the ground while he smoked his cigarette.

then i noticed the empty vodka bottle on the ground, is he for real? Children play in this park.

“Seriously, couldn’t you pick somewhere else to get drunk” i said to him annoyed and then i got up and picked up his bottle and threw it in the bin

“Fuck off Hailey, go have your opinions about me somewhere else” Luke said as he got up and threw his cigarette away, he was about to walk out of the park when i decided to speak making him turn around

“I’m sorry for what i said, i shouldn’t have said it”

Luke turned right around and stared at me, seriously what is it with him staring at me today. I didn’t know where to look so i looked to the ground and then suddenly i was staring at a pair of converse but they weren’t mine.

i looked up to see Luke looking down at me and then he spoke “ i shouldn’t have followed you to the bathroom

i was surprised by his words.

as i looked into his eyes i didn’t feel nervous anymore, i felt safe.

His eyes are so blue,Our faces were so close and then Luke looked down from my eyes to my lips and then he started leaning in and my heart was beating so fast.

Our lips touched, his were so soft.

no movement was made, our lips pressed together and then we both pulled away.

we stared at one another and then Luke turned around and left.

i can’t believe i just kissed Luke hemmings.

i liked it, why do i like it?

I hate Luke hemmings.. or do i?

I enjoyed it.

Luke’s Pov

i kissed her.

i leaned in and kissed her, my mind is fucked right now with the thoughts of Hailey.

my intention when i walked over was to shout at her but i saw that she meant what she said so i couldn’t help the words that came out of my mouth and then we looked at each other

i’ve never looked into her eyes before,i didn’t know they were green.

the kiss was amazing, i’m not gonna lie i want to do it again.

this is why my mind is fucked, i can’t stop thinking of her.

what the hell am i going to do.. up to a few hours ago i wouldn’t have went any where near Hailey

i hope these thoughts of her just go away.

i woke up thinking about the kiss last night, this has never happened.

when i fuck a girl i just forget about it, about her and her name.

but this is different, we only kissed but with no tongues and i liked it.

i got up and opened my curtains but Haileys was still closed, i wonder if she regrets it?

how could she.. it’s me.. Luke’s Hemmings.

but she doesn’t see me like every other girl does.

Hailey’s Pov

I couldn’t sleep and it wasn’t because of my book, i never even picked it up when i got home.

i couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss with Luke.

i liked it, really liked it.

i’ve never kissed a boy before, no boy has ever been interested in me so i never got my first kiss.

i’ve had crushes on boys before but they didn’t want nothing to do with me.

as i looked at myself in the mirror i remembered Luke has a naked picture of me, i know Luke and i just hope he doesn’t show every one it. I’m embarrassed by it enough, i hate my body and no one should see it.

i haven’t told Lauren or Sophie about kissing Luke and i don’t think i will because they will never let me live it down and i doubt it will happen again so no need to tell anyone..

i don’t feel like wearing any makeup today or my contacts and when i don’t i usually wear my glasses to cover my bags under my eyes and because i need to be able to see.

i just went with a simple black hoodie and my black skinny jeans, i’m not trying to impress anyone.

i walked down stairs to find my mum waiting for me at the kitchen table and then once she saw me she rolled her eyes and then said

"i give up on your choice of clothing, we are leaving in ten”

then she walked out of the kitchen..

oh okay then.. so glad i was born into this family!

once i finished my cereal we were ready to go.

i texted Sophia and Lauren in the car and they repilyed telling me they were already waiting for me, i know when i get to school they are going to ask about Luke.

this is not what i’m looking forward to.

i didn’t see his motorbike in the driveway, i hope he isn’t already at school, i don’t have many classes with him or his friends and i want to avoid him at all costs.

“Finally..” Lauren&Sophia said as i sat beside them in the cloak room

i couldn’t help but laugh because i’m not that late.

“I see we took out our contacts for once” Sophie said to me

i narrowed my eyes at her, she always goes on to me about wearing my contacts

i stuck my tongue out at her and then Lauren spoke

“So what’s it like living next door to the biggest dickhead in the world?”

what came to mind is not something i am going to say out loud

“he kept his distance during dinner, he was a totally different person than what’s he’s like at school, i should have taken a picture” i said to them

what i said wasn’t a total lie..

“Now that is something i would like to see.. Luke hemmings a different person that’s new” Sophie said

then suddenly we heard the sounds of high heels, we didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

of course Luke had his arm wrapped around her..

they stopped once they got to us and Ashleigh said

“Who knew the virgin needed glasses, don’t you look just too cute”

who does she think she is

i turned to look her and with an annoyed look but i couldn’t help but look at Luke.

i instantly thought about how good he looks, last night has totally fucked me right up.

“Don’t you have someone else to harass” Lauren said to Ashleigh, she tore her eyes away from me and looked at Lauren

me and Luke made eye contact but he looked away first

“oh look little virgin needs protect from the pot head” Ashleigh said

Lauren looked like she was going to kill her, i had to hold her down because i know she wouldn’t be afraid to hit her

Ashleigh started laughing and then she pulled Luke away with her along with her friends.

Luke looked back at me but he didn’t smirk, it was my time to turn away first.

The bell rang meaning school was starting, today isn’t such a bad day but i was so tired i don’t know how much i can deal with today.

i was just thankful my first class isn’t with Luke or his friends.

but after my first class i have Art, it will be interesting to see how Luke treats me.

i don’t expect much.

After my first class i was ready to sleep, i’ve never ditched school before but with how i feel i really would love to.

i walked into Art to find Luke and his friends already in their seats, i didn’t look at them but i could feel eyes on me.

i lifted my phone out and earphones so i could listen to music while i draw.

finally the bell rang meaning it was break time but as i walked out of class Luke pushed past me making me stumble back a little, he turned and laughed at me and said

“ Watch where you’re going virgin”

i just stared at him as he walked away with Calum and Michael laughing.

i don’t get it, he didn’t throw anything at me during art but why be a dick now?

i just sat in my seat in the canteen listening to Lauren and Sophie talk, i don’t feel well i don’t know what is wrong but i don’t feel like eating.

i haven’t missed a meal time in 2 years, that was when i would starve myself.

I was a little bit fat 2 years ago and i didn’t like who i was so i simply stopped eating.

i ended up in hospital but no one apart from Lauren and Sophie know that, i hope the thoughts don’t start again or i am in big trouble.

this is my last year of school i can’t go through what happened 2 years ago.

the bell rang meaning break was over and my next class is English that we all have together but also with Luke and Calum

i hope they don’t say anything, i am getting tired by the minute and i think i will snap if they do.

i told Lauren and Sophie i was going to go to the bathroom before class so we went different directions

but i didn’t make it to the bathroom

i was pulled into a storage room near the toilets.

i screamed because i didn’t know who it was and then they turned the light on and Luke’s face lighten up.

my eyes widened and i finally found my voice

“What the hell?!?” i said

i can’t believe this is happening

“since when do you wear glasses?” was all he said

is he for real right now?

“Seriously? that’s what you pulled me in here for?” i said to him, i crossed my arms over my chest and then Luke walked closer to me but i moved back but my back hit the wall and i was trapped.

i don’t like this.

i don’t like tight spaces.

“Answer my question” Luke said

now i was getting annoyed,since when does he think he can boss me about?!

but i didn’t want this to go on any longer than it has so i just gave up and answered him

“I’ve always wore glasses you just never knew” i said

he just looked at me and then he said

“you suite them”

my eyes widened at his words, that is the first nice thing he has ever said to me or about me

“Thanks.. i guess, can i go now?” i said

hoping he would move out of the way and let me go, i’m missing class but i didn’t really care.

he walked a bit closer to me making our shoes touch , i couldn’t help but look down at them

we are matching again, just like last night but i wasn’t going to point it out.

“Did you like what happened last night?” Luke asked

i looked up at him trying to seem like i didn’t understand what he meant

“like what happened?” i stupidly asked, is he really asking this right now?

he looked down at my lips and then back up to my eyes confirming i was right

“the kiss” Luke simply said

shit! what do i say?

i don’t want to let him know i liked it and can’t stop thinking about it.

i will look like such a loser.

i didn’t know what to say so i just nodded my head.

he smiled like a genuine smile, something i have never seen before. Usually he smirks at me but never smiles.

his hands came to either side of my head and he leaned forward making my heart race faster and faster..

what is he going to do

was he going to kiss me again..

“Do you want it to happen again?” he said seriously

i nodded my head because i didn’t trust my voice right now

“Good” Luke said and then his lips pressed against mine with a lot more force than last night but i was enjoying it.

our lips moved perfectly together and his hands moved from the side of my head to my waist pulling me from the wall and into him, my arms went around him pulling him closer making me stumble back a little and my back hit the wall again.

Luke licked my bottom lip asking for entrance i didn’t open my mouth right away but when he bit down on my lip i couldn’t help it.

the kiss got heated and the room got warmer and warmer, we both pulled away to catch our breath..

we were still wrapped around one another as we calmed down, Luke leaned his head against mine and i could feel his breath on my face.

“You can’t tell anyone about this” he said between breathes..

i didn’t know what to say, Luke pulled away making me drop my arms and then he just turned and walked out.

well okay then.

i wasn’t going to follow him to class instead i walked out of school

i ran home crying, i have so many emotions needed to be felt right at this moment and i can’t deal with them.

i can’t believe me and Luke kissed and i mean really kissed.

i’ve never been kissed like that before.

i wanted it to happen again and again.

once i got home i ran up to my room and closed my door.

it was only half 11 so i knew my mum wouldn’t be home for a while.

i took off my clothes and got into bed crying not caring that i was naked.

once i finished sobbing i sat up in bed wiping my face because it was soaking.

why is he doing this?

is he just messing with me?

why would he even want to kiss me, i looked down at my arms.

my arms are a part of my body i don’t show much because of my scars and cuts.

i haven’t cut in weeks but with how i feel i have the urge to do it again.

i remember the first time i done it.

i was 12 and i was fat. I was very un-happy but i always was as a child.

when you grow up with a very opinionated mother and a father that didn’t want you when you were born you would have very bad thoughts about yourself and i did.

some days I wished i lived in a different place, i wish i had a mum would didn’t find ways to pick at me and i wish i had a father who loved me, I know i do have a father but he didn’t want me and i wish he did.

i felt my phone vibrate and i knew it was either Lauren or Sophie or both, i thought to text them so i got up and got my phone out of my bag.

i was right i had a message from both of them and from Luke.

why would i have a message from him?

i opened his message first

“where are you?” it read

i had to read it again because i couldn’t believe it, why would he care where i am?

i texted him back before i could even think

“i’m nowhere”

i texted Sophie and Lauren telling them i felt sick and i just asked if i could go home.

it was easier than telling them i just walked out although they probably wouldn’t believe me if i did tell them that.

i got up and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt a baggy t-shirt to hide my scars.

i didn’t want to look at them.

my stomach growled for the first time today, i’m not going back to 2 years ago so i walked down stairs so i could make some food.

i didn’t have break so i am hungry.

just as i got to my kitchen there was a knock at the door which is strange.

when i opened the door my eyes widened.. why the hell is he here?

“um.. hello?” i said confused

of course he just ignored me and walked right into my house as if he owns it.

i am not in the mood for him.

i closed the door and turned around to see him looking at me

“Why did you leave school?” he asked

“Why do you care?” i repiled back with quickly.

he looked away from me and around my house.. he was here last night he as seen my hall and living room.

the only place he hasn’t seen is my mums bedroom

“i just do now answer” he said quickly

enough with the orders i thought to myself.

“i’m not feeling the best so i just decided to come home there happy” i said to him

i gave up with talking to him so i just walked away from him and into the kitchen but i heard his footsteps behind me

of course he followed me

“what’s wrong?” I heard him say from behind me

i turned around quickly and snapped

“ i just feel like shit just like everyone does sometimes, why the hell are you here?” i said angrily to him

his eyes widened something i have never seen him do before especially at me, i’m glad i can surprise him too.

but his words surprised me even more.

“I can’t stay away from you”

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Title: Bluebell

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2 420

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: A few swear words, reader doesn’t think she’s good enough for Sam, some angst, implied smut (But everything leading up to it is quite tame, I assure you, it’s all PG).

Request from Anonymous: Hi! Can you do a Sam x Reader where the Reader gets hit with a truth spell and Dean keeps asking them embarrassing things and Sam tells him to stop? The reader ends up saying all the things they love about Sam because of the spell as well. Also, the spell really freaks the reader out because they don’t want Sam to know how they feel about him because they think they’re not good enough. Thank you!!

Author’s note: I hope you like this Anon! I tried to keep it as close to the request as possible, but you didn’t specify how you wanted it to end, so I hope what I did was okay! And on another note, I’m sorry I didn’t post anything last week, I decided to take a little break from writing after I finished Angel Rising, I hope you guys can forgive me! –xoxo Katie

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       You could feel the subtle vibrations of the Impala’s powerful engine as the car flew down the road, its speeds far exceeding the legal limits, and you were sitting in the back seat as you and the boys drove to the bunker - after a week away on a witch hunt - when you’d first noticed something was wrong.

       “Hey Y/N, are ya sure you’re okay?” Dean asked as his eyes caught yours in the rear-view mirror, before he leisurely returned them to the stretch of asphalt in front of him. “That bitch threw something at you -”

       “Which you still have in your hair, by the way,” Sam cut in gently, causing you to feel a surge of embarrassment.

        Your hands flew self-consciously to your head, trying to shake out the remains of the blue powder the witch had doused you with in her last ditch attempt to get away. Sam always made you nervous. Ever since the day you’d met him you’d had a crush on him, and the more you’d gotten to know him the bigger it got, if it could even be called a crush anymore…

       Dean gave Sam an irritated grunt in response to being interrupted, but repeated himself and kept talking anyway. “She threw something at you, are you sure you’re okay? We don’t know what she was trying to do.”

       You thought about it for a second, and then said something surprisingly honest, “No, I’m not sure.” There was a pause. No, I’m not sure? Why would I say that? you thought. Sam and Dean seemed equally surprised. Yeah, it was true, you weren’t sure that the witches spell didn’t affect you. But the boys worried about you enough as it is and you usually didn’t like to give them more reason to, unless, of course, there was actually something to be worried about.

        For the rest of the ride home nobody really talked much, that is, after you’d all had a slightly-too-long conversation about what the spell might have been and the various dusty books that were going to be checked once you got back to the bunker. Why hadn’t you just said you were okay? You felt fine, the witch was dead, she probably didn’t even finish her spell. Right?

       You were bouncing impatiently on the balls of your feet as you stood behind Dean, waiting for him to unlock the heavy bunker door when it happened again: you were just a little too honest.

       “Whoa, why are you in such a hurry, Y/N?” Dean asked as he took in your nervously moving form.

       You were in a hurry because you just got back from a hunt, and you wanted to have a shower before the image of you covered in blood and mysterious blue powder was seared into Sam’s mind forever. The types of girls he usually talked to were always so prim and perfect, and then here you were, with ripped jeans, messy hair, and usually covered in some variety of monster guts. Really, you just wanted Sam to think you were pretty like those other girls, but you weren’t going to tell Dean that.

       “Because, I don’t want Sam to see me like this any longer than he has too.” Or maybe you were.

       What?! Why the hell did I say that?  you thought anxiously, avoiding Dean’s eyes at all costs.

      “Um, okay…” he said slowly, drawing out the last word. You didn’t dare turn around to look at Sam.

      “Uh, I gotta go,” you said hastily, pushing past Dean and barreling down the bunker’s metal steps. You faintly heard someone call your name but you ignored it and had the door to the bathroom locked a second later. What was happening to you?

      It had been almost an hour now since you’d come into the bathroom and your hand was hovering over the doorknob, but you couldn’t make it move.

      You still couldn’t believe you’d said, “I don’t want Sam to see me like this,” why would you say that? Wouldn’t, “I want to have a shower,” have been good enough? Sure it would’ve, but for some reason you couldn’t say it, like the words had just poured out of your mouth without permission.

      Suddenly there was a knock on the door and you were pulled from your anxious introspection, a familiar voice piercing the wooden barricade. “Y/N?” the voice asked. It was Sam.

      It was Sam! What were you supposed to do? Your first thought was to run, but you didn’t really have anywhere to run too. Your second thought was to pretend you weren’t there, but you would be forced to leave eventually and he would know you’d ignored him. So finally you were left with only one option: suck it up, open the door, and hope against hope that you don’t say anything stupid.

      “Y/N? Are you okay?” he called again. You drew in a deep breath.

      Yes, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, you said over and over in your head, ready with you answer this time. Then you forced your hand to move, flung open the door, gave him a composed smile and said, “No, not really.” Damn it!

      Your cheeks flushed hot, “yes, I’m fine,” that’s what you were going to say! You were ready! What happened!?

      Sam looked slightly uncomfortable – though you weren’t sure if it was from what you’d said earlier or because of the deep shade of red you were no doubt turning – and ran his hand through his hair. “Y/N, listen, um, we think we figured out what that spell was,” Sam said as he jerked his head towards the library, motioning for you to follow him. You did.

      “We were looking through some of The Men of Letters’ spell books and we found a page on these flowers - Bluebells – the powder she threw at you, it was blue, right?” you nodded your head yes. “Well, these flowers,” he said as he took a step into the library, where Dean was waiting with an oddly wide grin. “According to the lore they can compel people to tell the truth.” He handed you the book.  “It says that you have to wear a wreath of them for it to work, but we think that whatever spell she used allowed her to use a powdered version and made the effects more … permanent.”


      Your head was spinning.

      Truth spell. Permanent. Sam.

      Sam! If you were under a truth spell, Sam could find out how you felt about him! You’d already slipped up once – which totally made sense now – and who knows what other innocent questions your brain could twist into secret-spilling opportunities about your long-time crush on the youngest Winchester! Though, you supposed it would help if you weren’t thinking about him all the time…

      “Look, Y/N, don’t panic,” Sam said in his attractively deep voice. You dropped the book on the table and took a step back, you couldn’t let yourself think about such things right now. “We’ve already found a cure, and Cas is out getting the ingredients now, you’ll just have to wait a few more hours.”

      Your feet stopped moving, your heart beat slowed. “A few hours?” you said quietly, looking at the ground as if eye contact alone would compel you to spill your guts for all to hear.

      “Yeah, a few hours,” he said calmly. “Cas should be back soon and then we’ll start making it right away.”

      Okay, a few hours, you thought, I can do that, I just have to stay in my room and-

      “Do you think I’m attractive?” Dean suddenly asked, his smile only growing as he watched your eyes widen.

      “Of course I do,” you said automatically, then clamped your hands over your mouth in horror. Why did he ask you that? What would Sam think? Sure you thought Dean was attractive, anyone with eyes could see that Dean was attractive, but he was not the brother you were interested in. You had to get out of here before Dean asked you anything more embarrassing.

      Dean now wore an unbelievably smug face, grinning to himself as you backed away, and you could practically see his brain running through all the things he could do with this opportunity.

      “Would you ever hook up with me?” Dean asked quickly, seeing that he was losing his window.

      “No,” you shot back, still stumbling backwards. You were unbelievably relieved the answer came so easily.

      Dean looked off-put, but pressed forwards anyway. “Fine, so you wouldn’t pick me first, but out of the two of us,” he motioned between Sam and himself, “who would you pick?”

      You froze.

      Not that, anything but that! you thought, desperately trying to fight the spell.

      “Come on, Man, leave her alone,” you faintly heard Sam say, but it was too late. You’d been asked a question, and now you had to answer it. So after pressing your lips together in a pathetic attempt to stop the inevitable, you finally said, “Sam,” through gritted teeth.

      Sam looked shocked, Dean, once again, looked dejected, and you were mortified. Sam knew, he had to! Sam knew how you felt about him and now things were going to be awkward, he might never talk to you again!

      And then, as if he hadn’t done enough damage already, Dean asked one more question. He hammered the final nail in the coffin of your friendship with Sam. He asked why.


      Why, why, why, did he have to ask why? You knew he didn’t do it in a mean way, or a jealous one, he seemed to be genuinely curious. But he still asked. Why him? What does Sam have that he doesn’t? And you told him.

      You told him all the things you love about Sam. You told him how funny and smart his little brother was, you told him how he was an amazing hunter and the kindest man you’d ever met, you even told him how much you loved Sam’s hair in the morning, when it was tousled and he would run his fingers through it. You told him everything, and once you had finally exhausted your truth-spell-induced list of everything you loved about Sam, you all just stood there in silence.

      Dean looked guilty, clearly understanding that he had asked you something that he shouldn’t have. Sam looked confused, and overwhelmed, completely at a loss for words. And you looked – even though you couldn’t technically see yourself – terrified, and on the brink of tears.

      You didn’t want to run away, and you tried not to, but after 10 seconds of silence, then 20, you couldn’t take it anymore. You turned and ran down the hall, practically tripping on the steps, and made a beeline for your bedroom.

      I took a few seconds after you’d shut your door for you to hear it, but once you’d flopped yourself down on the bed you heard the familiar sound of Sam’s heavy boots coming towards your room – no, running towards your room. Then you quickly shot up when you heard a knock at your door.

      “Y/N, can I come in?” Sam’s muffled voice asked. He sounded nervous, and there was a sense of urgency in his tone.

      You wanted to say no, you really did, but you couldn’t. You could never say no to Sam, even if you had just completely embarrassed yourself. So you attempted to wipe the now free-flowing tears from under your eyes and said, “Yes.” You heard a sigh of relief from behind the door.

      “I’m, uh, I’m really sorry about Dean,” Sam said slowly, as he took a few steps into the room. “He shouldn’t have asked you that.”

      You wanted to cry and scream, you wanted to accuse Dean of being insensitive and taking advantage, you wanted to say no he shouldn’t have! But that wouldn’t help matters now, so you simply nodded and looked at the floor.

      More silence.

      “Listen, um, about what you said…”

      “No, please,” you said quickly, desperate to stop this conversation before it began, “you don’t have to say anything, I know you don’t feel the same way. And I’m sorry if I made things awkward between us,” you were rambling now, “and I understand if you want me to move out, and -”

      “Y/N!” Sam yelled, and you slammed your mouth shut. Now what had you done? “None of those things are true,” he said softly, “things aren’t awkward, and I don’t want you to move out, that’s the opposite of what I want!”

      You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he wasn’t freaked out? He wanted you to stay? You were so confused, and then you did something you weren’t expecting.

      “What do you want?” you whispered, afraid to look him in the eyes. You saw his feet shuffle forward.

      “I want you.”

      Your breath caught.

      He liked you? Why would he like you? He was smart, attractive, funny, he could have any girl he wanted, but he wanted you? This didn’t make sense.

      “Y/N,” he said quietly, moving as close to you as he could get without physically touching you. “I like you, ever since the day I met you I’ve liked you.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You’re brilliant, and you’re gorgeous, and you’re caring, and if you left the bunker, I don’t know what I’d do.” Your heart was pounding, “In fact, I don’t just like you,” you looked up, “I’m in love with you.”

      Your world exploded.

      Sam Winchester was in love with you. The man you’d been pining after for years, the man who never failed to make your day brighter, the man who made you feel like maybe this messed up world wasn’t such a bad place after all, was in love with you, and you had no idea what to say.

      You should really say something.

      “Uh, Y/N? Sam asked cautiously, “I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but, uh, it would be nice if you said something, I’m kind of freaking out here.” Sam looked anxious. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I thought -”

      He started to back away, but you grabbed his arm. “I love you too.”

      Sam stopped. “What?”

      “I said, I love you, too.” You were louder this time and you brought your eyes up to meet his. Sam broke into a wide grin. Then without warning, he had his arms wrapped around your waist, your feet off of the ground, and his lips pressed against yours.

      “Maybe that truth spell wasn’t so bad,” Sam said breathlessly, once he finally set you back on the ground.

      “Yeah, maybe not,” you grinned, and then kicked your foot out to shut your bedroom door.

      The antidote would have to wait.

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Namjoon Scenario: Labor of Love (Part 1: Crashing Down)

Request: Hi! Can you do a scenario/fic with Rap Monster where you’re a pizza delivery girl and you meet him in a small accident where your moped scratches his car and to pay the damage you have to work at his house for a while? You get fired from the pizza restaurant and you convince Nam Joon to let you continue to work from him until you find a new job? One day he sees you cooking and imagines you as his wife until you! He knows he’s falling for you and waits the right time to confess? Thank you

Genre: Fluff, Romance

You were a sitting duck, tapping your foot impatiently on the floor of your moped, halted at a red light amongst dozens of cars. The rush hour traffic of Seoul had you incredibly late in delivering a pizza– and unfortunately delivering pizzas was the only job you could manage to find after moving to the city on a whim. However, if the idiotic drivers ahead of you didn’t put the pedal to the metal you would lose your job for sure. Being unfamiliar with the city caused you to get lost all the time, and nobody liked a cold pizza. Your manager told you if one more pizza was late, you’d be fired.
You leaned on the unintimidating horn of your moped the moment the light turned green. “Come on!”
Just as the cars ahead of you began to move, you felt drops of water land on your hands. As you looked up, the darkened clouds had chosen now of all times to release the rain within them, and undoubtedly you were about to be soaked.
But as the cars began to move ahead of you, and you finally had room to drive, the overwhelming need to keep your job left you speeding through the city streets, passing as many cars as possible to get to Hongdae, where the pizza was to be delivered. Driving so quickly in the heavy rain was certainly not safe, but if you didn’t keep your job you’d have no money to pay rent or eat, so you pressed on.

Just a few more blocks and you’d be there. You were getting so wet, but none of that mattered as long as the pizza was delivered on time. Just as you turned the final corner into Hongdae district, the enormous puddles of water on the road caused your moped to skid as you turned. You overcompensated, and fell to the side and hit the ground with a thud, rolling a few times as your moped whizzed down the street on its side and crash into the corner of a parked car.

Luckily you had rolled far enough to the side of the street to avoid all the moving cars, but the impact of hitting the ground at such a fast speed had you dazed and dizzy. You could have sworn you could see the headlight of the car you’d hit was shattered, the hood bent, and the front bumper hanging down from one side. Your moped was bent in the middle, with one of the tires rolling down the street, the headlights also smashed and the handlebars hanging limply to the side.
You looked up from the side of the curb to see three very tall men standing under umbrellas, looking wide-eyed at the scene before them. You couldn’t see any of their faces under their face masks, and your vision was still blurred from spinning so much, but you could just tell from their clothes and posture they were important people. And based on their stunned reactions you just knew that was their car.
The tallest of them all noticed you lying there on the street before them and immediately rushed to your side.
“My god… are you okay? Tell me you’re not hurt.” His voice was low. It calmed you.
Slowly and carefully, you sat up. The man held his umbrella over you as you rattled your head, trying to regain your equilibrium. You were sore, but miraculously you didn’t feel too beat up.
“I-I’m okay.”
You made to stand up, but he set his hand on your shoulder. “Stay down for now, you could have hurt your head. Here.”
He carefully reached under your chin and unlatched your helmet, gently easing it off your head. With him so near, you could see the beautiful shape of his dark eyes up close. Under that face mask, he was probably pretty attractive.
“Hyung, the car.” One of the other men piped up.
“I know,” he said, “that’s not what’s important here.”
“That’s a company car, Namjoon.” Said the third man. So his name was Namjoon…
“I know.” He said again, and sighed. Then suddenly tossed his umbrella aside and had one hand around your back and one under your knees, lifting you off the ground and under the awning of the closest shop, where he gently sat you down on the bench.
“I’m going to have to call the company. They’re not going to be too happy about this.” Said the third man, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.
Then you remembered: your job. The pizza. But when you looked at the wreck before you, you could see the pizza box strewn open on the road, now covered in rocks and dirt and getting soaked in the rain. Your job was lost.
Namjoon crouched down beside you and looked at his friend. “Taehyung, can you call her company? Tell them what’s happened.” He turned to you. “What’s your name?”
“Be sure to tell them Y/N is fine.”
Eventually the police showed up, and a tow truck to take away the damaged car and moped. The police took everyone’s statement, including yours, and you had to tell them that this whole mess was completely your fault. Namjoon’s two friends were both explaining the situation into their phones, and Taehyung, who was likely speaking with your manager, was making a face as though he was being yelled at. Everything felt surreal, and you couldn’t so much as say a word after the police were gone and the tow truck had taken away the vehicles. But still, both men were on the phone. You stared at the ground, wondering what would happen to you, watching the rain come down in a trance.
Suddenly, you felt a hand on yours. “Y/N…?”
You looked up, it was Namjoon again. “Hmm?”
“Your phone is ringing.”
Thankfully your phone was still in one piece when you took it out of your pocket, but your heart sank into your stomach when you saw it was your manager calling. Reluctantly, you answered it.
And your manager let you have it. Shouting on and on about your reckless driving and another late pizza, and crashing into a company car of all things. He lectured you about how thankful you should be that the company wasn’t going to sue the pizza place, but despite their mercy, you were fired. He took a few angry deep breaths before telling you to drop off your uniform and employee keys by the end of the week, but he didn’t hang up without mentioning that he demanded the company be compensated for a new moped, and that you would be the one to pay for it. Without another word, he hung up.
You set your phone in your lap, feeling your face heat up as you tried not to cry. How much would buying a new moped cost you? How on earth were you supposed to find that kind of money now that you’ve been fired?
Namjoon and Taehyung both sat next to you, looking forlorn, knowing that you were likely about to cry, when their third friend walked up to them, finally off the phone.
“Y/N, let me explain what’s going on.” He took off his face mask. “My name is Kang Minhyuk. I’m a manager for Big Hit Entertainment. That car you crashed into was company property. I’ve spoken with the CEO of the company, and since you are uninjured from the accident, he saw it appropriate that you pay for the repairs for the car.”
“Bang PD said that?” Taehyung said. “That doesn’t sound like him…”
The manager spoke up again. “I tried telling him you’d lose your job after this, but still he insisted. I did my best, Y/N.”
The bad news was only a drop in the bucket of your terrible day. However, the moment that man had said “Big Hit Entertainment” something stirred in your memory.
“Big Hit Entertainment… Namjoon…” you murmured under your breath, “Taehyung…? Not those boys from BTS?
The two boys looked up at each other and nodded, and they both took off their face masks. Once you got a look at their handsome faces you recognized them immediately, not only from seeing them on TV, but also from countless advertisements and magazine spreads.
Not only had you crashed your moped into a parked car, but that car had belonged to the entertainment company behind one of the most influential Korean artists in the world.
“I… I’m so sorry.” You said, the tears finally spilling over. “I just needed to be on time… I needed that job. How am I supposed to pay everyone back when I don’t have a job to begin with?”
The boys all looked at each other as you sobbed, now muttering to yourself. “If I go beg for my job back and cut down to two small meals a day, and maybe if I sell my laptop and my camera… I can use a bike to get around instead of taking the subway… I wonder if my landlady will let me pay my rent a little late without kicking me out.”
Taehyung looked up at his fellow band member and manager. “Isn’t there something we can do? This is hard to watch…”
The manager shook his head and was about to speak before Namjoon spoke up. “Come work for us.”
You looked up at him, eyes still teary but surprised. “What?”
“Come work for us. The band could use another manager. I can’t guarantee the pay will be great, but at least it’s something.”
Now Taehyung and the manager’s eyes were wide with surprise too.
“That way you can pay off your debt to Big Hit while saving up to pay back your old boss.”
Minhyuk spoke up. “Namjoon-ah I’m not sure we need another manager. Besides she probably doesn’t have the experience.”
Namjoon looked at you again as you dried your eyes. “Then she can be the band’s assistant. Or my assistant. I just want to hire her. I feel awful about all this.”
Minhyuk let out a sigh, but when Namjoon shot him a look, he shrugged and pulled out his phone. “I’ll call the company again.”
Namjoon took your hand again. “You’d be okay with that, right? You don’t have to accept.”
In one moment you had been a pizza delivery girl desperate enough to keep her job to foolishly speed on a rainy day and crash her moped. Now you were without a job, but one of the biggest names in the Korean music industry wanted to hire you– likely out of pity– but nevertheless, it was a job. Any other day your pride would get in the way. You couldn’t just take a job that was handed to you, especially by someone to whom you owed money. But with everything that had happened all within the span of a couple of hours, your pride was out the window.
“I’ll do it.” You said.
Namjoon smiled as Minhyuk walked back over to you, his phone back in his pocket, handing you a business card with Big Hit Entertainment’s address on it. “You start tomorrow.”

Optional Bias - Forever and always ♥

Member: None. Optional Bias. I just couldn’t make up my mind.

Pairing: Him & Female!Reader

Genre: Angst but with a Happy Ending

Words: 1,321

Summary: He had promised her a “Forever“ but sometimes fate isn’t on their side.

Note: I just couldn’t make up my mind so I chose an optional bias. I recommend you listen to THIS SONG. I used to listen to it all the time and wrote this because of it.

Today was a special day, because today he would come back. After 1 ½ months of touring it would finally be time to meet him again. She had cleaned up their entire flat. There wasn’t one bit of dust in the entire apartment and everything smelled clean and fresh. She had also gone to get a haircut and had curled it a bit to give it some volume. Her knee length dress had a loose cut and was tight around the waist, the pastel color suited her skin and the minimal makeup made her look soft and gentle. He told her that he would be back at around 5 pm, so he was supposed to be here any minute.

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Gone: Chapter 8

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Life got in the way. This chapter is a bit longer to compensate for that.

Please let me know if you like it, if you’re still reading this. It’s been hard to get motivated lately. I’ll appreciate all the feedback.

Also thanks to my girl @allenting for the sign idea and all the idea bouncing in general. And to @justkillingtimewhileiwait for also bouncing ideas with me. You guys are awesome!

Also I’m so sorry, it just simply won’t let me tag some people :( I don’t know what’s going on guys!

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sarahwolflin  asked:

I'm obsessed, I can't help the urge to give another prompt! Hopefully you don't get annoyed of seeing me appear for them 😸! My prompt might be oddly specific but: Marichat; Marinette putting her life on the line to save Chat Noir from an akuma attack

“You should be safe here,” Chat Noir said, placing Marinette down on the empty roof of the Grand Paris hotel. “You should get inside though, there’s no telling where he’s at.”

The akumatized victim, named Battery, got his name from the energy blasts he could should shoot from his hand. Chat Noir had sprang into action, swiping Marinette from the street and taking her away from the dangerous situation. Although Battery had no interest in Marinette, Chat Noir couldn’t stand the thought of her being in harm’s way.

“Please be careful, Chat,” Marinette begged. “He’s really dangerous!”

“Don’t worry, Princess,” he said with a wink. “This cat’s got nine lives.”

Unfortunately, Chat Noir didn’t notice when Battery, from down on the street, launched a blast straight at his back.

“Chat!” she screamed, her body giving into instinct. The only thing she knew in that moment was that she couldn’t lose Chat Noir, no matter what it cost her to save him. She threw herself at him, covering his body with her own.

The ball hit Marinette squarely in the back, sending the both of them tumbling to the floor.

“No!” Chat Noir cried, gathering her in his arms. She was alive, but unconscious. He turned a murderous glare toward Battery, vowing that the damage would be returned ten times over. He set Marinette down on one of the lawn chairs before snatching his baton and diving into the street.

“Marinette!” Tikki shouted, trying to rouse her charge. It took a little while, but Marinette finally opened her eyes.

“Tikki? What happened?” she asked, starting to sit up. “Why does my back hurt so bad?”

“There’s no time to worry about that! Chat Noir needs your help right now, or he’s going to destroy all of Paris!” Tikki explained, gesturing to the street.

Chat Noir and Battery were locked in a fierce battle, Chat being fueled by such a tremendous rage he gave no care for their surroundings. Energy blasts were deflected into buildings, cars, everywhere. Chat’s baton smashed into anything it could come into contact with on its way to Battery.

“Tikki, spots on!” Marinette said.

Luckily, Ladybug felt none of the pain Marinette had sustained. She hoped that her lucky charm would erase that later, but for now, she had work to do.

Once the akuma had been dealt with, Ladybug looked at Chat Noir and said, “You can’t let your temper go like that.”

“I know, I just couldn’t help it,” Chat Noir told her, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t talk though, I have to go check on my… on someone.”

“If you’re talking about Marinette, she’s fine,” Ladybug lied quickly. “I saw her leaving the roof on my way in.”

Chat Noir let out a sigh of relief as his ring beeped in warning. “Thank goodness. I gotta scram, though, so I’ll catch you later.” He pounced off, leaving Ladybug alone in the street.


Unfortunately, as soon as Ladybug landed in her room and dropped her alternate ego, Marinette collapsed to her floor in pain. Her lucky charm evidently didn’t work on her civilian self.

“Marinette, are you okay?” Tikki asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, I think,” Marinette told her, examining her back in the mirror. “It’s just a really bad bruise.”

She had just settled on her chaise with a crescent, a cup of milk, and some Tylenol when her trap door flew open. Chat Noir landed lithely in her room, his eyes snapping onto hers. He marched straight up to her and knelt in front of her.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, voice urgent.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said again. “A little uncomfortable but-“

He cut her off, looking suddenly angry now that he had had confirmed she wasn’t hurt too badly. “How could you do something like that?”
“Something like what?”
“Something so reckless! You threw yourself in the path of an incoming attack!”

“I did it to save you!”
“I’m a superhero!” he snapped. “Being in danger is part of my job! I have a suit and reflexes and a lot of other things to protect me! You could have died!”

She crossed her arms, wincing at the pain in her back. “Are you really mad at me for trying to save you?”

“Yes, I am!” He paused to take a deep breath, putting his head in his hand. “Even if I get hit, I’m not going to die. But that’s not a guarantee for you. And I just couldn’t stand it if I lost you.” His voice broke on the last word.

Marinette pulled his hand away from his face so she could lean her head against his. “I can’t lose you, either.”

He pushed his lips against hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. When he pulled away, he said, “Promise that you’ll never do something like that again.”

“I promise,” she told him. Of course, Ladybug hadn’t promised, she thought. “But you have to promise that you won’t get hurt.”

“I’ll always come back to you,” he vowed. “No matter what.”
I love getting repeat customers! :D It makes me feel like I’m doing my job well, so feel free to request as often as you like! I’m so glad you like my work!! I hope you enjoy this one just as much!! 


Okay everyone sit down, buckle in, and shut the fuck up. You’re about to learn a thing. Please leave your questions until after class. 

(Disclaimer: This is only for car insurance based in the United States. You’ll have to do a little more digging if you live elsewhere. Although, maybe other countries teach this shit better, what do I know.

((Disclaimer inside the disclaimer: This will be an overview of what insurance is and how it works, talk to your insurance company and look over your policy in detail to see what is offered and how you can make it fit your specific needs)) ) 

As someone who works with car insurance 8 hours a day 5 days a week, it’s come to my attention that not many people understand what the fuck it is or how it works. So not only is insurance a huge part of our lives, unless you work with it on a intimate level, it can be confusing as hell. 

So let’s get started. Because these metal death traps aren’t going to insure themselves.


LIABILITY (aka: how to keep your ass from being sued) 

There are two types of liability when it comes to car insurance: Bodily Injury and Property Damage

Bodily Injury is split into two parts: per person and per accident. Per person is just how much is paid if one person is injured. Per accident is the limit that will be offered if it is more than one person hurt in the accident. Property Damage is just per accident and is mostly used to pay for the other person’s car (stuff like houses/mailboxes/streetlights/ect also fall under this category). 

These two are in no way covering you or your property. They are for the people/things that you hit. The only thing they cover are your finances because accidents are fucking expensive, my dudes. And if it’s your fault then well, it’s gonna cost you if you’re not properly covered.  

Every state has it’s own limits on what it will offer. Double check on the lowest limits that your state requires because if the company you’re with is offering less that the state minimum….well. Not a good sign. This coverage is not optional. Every car insurance ever is going to have liability coverage. 


I wish this section had a nice little title to go along with it but it does not. Basically these are to protect you and the people riding with you. This would be in case the accident is deemed your fault or if the fault lies with both parties. 

This coverage is most likely going to be called Personal Injury Protection and this covers stuff like medical bills, paying a portion of your wages while your unable to work, funeral expenses stuff like that. Some states require it, others do not. Often times Medical Payments (self explanatory) will be an separate/optional coverage. Medical Payments and Personal Injury protection can overlap with coverage that is offered with Health Insurance so it’s not always a requirement when it comes to car insurance. 

Not every state is going to have Personal Injury Protection and will instead have medical payments attached with additional benefits that provide the same type of coverage. Again, double check your insurance packets. 

The other person’s liability will step in if you are injured and they are the one at fault. 

‘But, Mae!’ I hear you say, ‘What about if that person isn’t insured?’ 

Well, person reading this and who I told to leave all questions to the end, that is where Uninsured/Underinsured Motorists coverage comes in. If a person who does not have insurance (or doesn’t have enough insurance to cover your medical expenses) hits you, then your insurance will step in. This coverage almost always matches up with Bodily Injury Liability as far as limits go. Some states will let you decline it but, honestly, it’s just a good one to have. 


Now this section breaks down pretty easily into two categories: Comprehensive and Collision. 

(except some states are a pain and call comprehensive ‘other-than-collision’ instead and what the hell??? States are weird. Whatever. Let’s move on) 

Comprehensive is covering your vehicle for everything except hitting other vehicles. Tree falls on your car and smashes it? Covered under Comp. Hail storm shits all over your car leaving huge dents? Covered under Comp. Hit a deer while driving home? Covered under Comp. 

ALSO! Glass damage is placed under this coverage. A few really lucky states have full glass coverage, most don’t though. 

Collision is, you guessed it you smart son-of-a-gun, hitting another vehicle (also hitting an object other than an animal). Again, this is if the accident is deemed your fault. Other person’s liability will cover if it’s theirs. Collision is more expensive because crashes cause more damage. 

Deductibles for these coverages must be paid before your insurance steps in to take care of the rest. No matter what.

A higher deductible means a lower premium but it does mean that you have to fork out more if something happens. Play around with your deductibles and see if having a lower one is worth it for you.

Also some states will have Uninsured/Underinsured Motorits Property Damage which is similar to uninsured/underinsured motorists bodily injury expect it protects your car. If it is not on the policy, then it’s covered under Collision. 

So taa daa. Pretty much everything that could happen to your vehicle is covered. 


I can’t look at every insurance statement and see what they offer as incentives but it should at least have two things 

Rental Reimbursement and Towing and Labor 

Rental Reimbursement is fairly self explanatory, it pays for a rental vehicle while yours is being repaired due to a covered loss. (Note: Covered loss does not mean mechanical breakdown, it means accident.) 

Towing and Labor is also pretty easy. This pays to tow your vehicle to a body shop in case of mechanical breakdown. The Labor portion is paying for the person who comes to help at the sight of the breakdown. 


“Will my insurance cover a rental vehicle???” 

If you’re renting a vehicle for vacation or because your car broke down, double check with your insurance company to see if they will cover the insurance on the rental vehicle. The rental car company is going to be pushy about buying their insurance and maybe you’ll have to but it never hurts to check. 

“I had an accident, will my rates go up???”

If you’re not at fault, no. If you are, yes. Tickets will also increase your insurance. They don’t last forever but yes your insurance will be affected. Insurance companies will use Motor Vehicle Reports to determine your driving history. If you have something on your history you don’t agree with you’ll have to take it up with the DMV. 

“Why are my rates going up???” 

Accidents are more expensive now than they’ve ever been. Cars aren’t just nice little metal boxes anymore. They’re metal boxes with expensive shit like cameras and sensors and electronics and whatever. So not only are insurance companies having to pay for the bumper of a car but now they have to pay to replace all of that extra stuff. If your car doesn’t have that good for you, but remember that pesky liability coverage. 

“But why do I have to pay for other people’s insurance?!?!?” 



That’s what insurance is. Take away all that fancy legal talk and that’s the fucking basis of insurance. It’s putting money in a big pot so that when someone has an accident, they can pull out of it. 

Look, no matter what you’re paying for car insurance, it’s not going to be enough to pay for all the damage you might cause in an auto accident. It’s just not. 

Look at how long this fucking post is! Look at all that shit that might have to be covered! Are you prepared to pay for someone to go to the hospital or fix their fancy future car or pay if you smash into a tree because it’s dark out? No! This is all incredibly expensive! You make monthly payments to your insurance so they can step in and take over the risk if something happens. You’re paying your way. 

Insurance is transferring risk and paying so there’s money to pull from in case something does happen. Kumbaya, we’re all working together. 

Alright I think I’ve typed enough for one day. If you have questions or you’ve noticed that I missed something, pop into my inbox and I’ll do my best. 


I am not your insurance agent. Please talk with your company and look over your stuff before you make any big decisions. This, again, is an overview drafted to the best of my ability. 

Now get out there and drive safe m’dears! 

Media talks a lot of benefit cuts and people struggling with this, disabled people being denied money and mobility cars, the rise of foodbanks. It’s easy to look at it and think the media is exaggerating, that it’s not as bad as they make it out to be.
I work for a welfare charity on the helpline, doing benefit checks and grant searches. I get 30+ calls, and we’re massively understaffed for the amount of calls we get. Every single day, I hear people’s stories. I don’t ask them why they’re calling, I ask how I can help, and the caller will tell me what is happening in their life at the present moment.
The media isn’t exaggerating. Every call I get is someone about to be made homeless or is homeless, is starving and can’t get out the house due to having no method of transportation due to their car being taken, needing emergency help, getting benefits that don’t even cover the rent let alone the bills and cost of living. For 9 hours a day, I hear stories throughout the UK of how the population are suffering.
If you think you won’t ever suffer from welfare cuts, don’t be so sure. People can fall ill at a moment’s notice, can have someone providing financial stability die, you can lose your job and be restricted to find another. Benefits are there to help when circumstances hit you so hard you don’t know how you’re going to live.
The benefit cuts effect everyone in the UK. They will effect every member of your family, your friends, every person you know who may need them to survive. The cuts have only happened due to Tories being in power.
For the sake of your future, for your financial stability, for your friends, your family. Register to vote, and don’t vote Tory. The Tories want the rich to get richer and the poor to get poorer.
For the good of the country, vote, and don’t let the Tories win.

Be My Last

Nothing on you, I just wanna know your name
Even if you’re not my first, please be my last baby

Requested by: Anonymous

You hated working private parties. You hated working private parties when you knew it was a bachelor party. Most of all, you just hated your job period. Which was to serve private parties.

You inhaled a deep breath through your nose, using your back to push open the heavy wooden door that separated the VIP room from the rest of the club. You were setting up for tonight’s booking; a group of six men celebrating the last night of single life for one of them. So, that was great.

Jackson–the private bartender for the event and the only person in the world who could really understand your distate for the whole situation–was polishing crystal glasses that could pay your monthly utility bills behind a bar that cost more than your car.

“‘Evening, Y/N,” he glanced up at you with a smile. “It’s almost showtime.”

You groaned dramatically, carefully placing the bottles of champagne that you were cradling your arms, in front of him. “Not even a little bit.”

“This one isn’t bad, I don’t think.” He shrugged a shoulder, picking up the bottles and examining the brand. “They’re an idol group.”

“How wonderful,” You muttered, uninterested.

Jackson chuckled, flashing that signature, bright smile that had more often than not, ensured he got a great tip at the end of every shift from one person or another. Usually a flirty, pretty little thing, that hoped a folded up bill would be enough to pique his interest. It never was.

“You better perk up, babygirl. They’re booked to arrive in less than ten.”

You heaved a sigh, busying yourself with helping Jackson finish up his cleaning. The only perk of this private waitressing job was really Jackson. He was already working here when you started, over three years ago, but the two of you quickly hit it off. He was working here to help support his family since his dad had fallen ill and was unable to work, and you were here to pay for that daunting university tuition. When you had revealed that, Jackson made you promise to finish your studies. He said he’d kill for the chance to go to university, but it just wasn’t in the cards for him right now.

The two of you chatted, one or the other glancing up at the clock as the minutes ticked by. Eventually the door swung open just enough for your boss to peek his head in, “Y/N, come on out here. The clients have arrived.”

You nodded your head eagerly, instantly transitioning into your work persona. You walked around the bar and out of the door, flashing Jackson a scowling face before closing it behind you. Once it was just you trailing behind your boss, you were all smiles. Your high ponytail swung behind you as you subtly swayed your hips with each step. Swaying hips earned better tips.

Before you even reached the door to the VIP entrance, you could hear the obnoxious yelling and laughing of whoever it was that would be annoying you this evening. Your boss gave you an encouraging nod of the head, rapping his knuckles against the door to let security know that the guests could be allowed to enter. He left you with a pat on the arm, disappearing down the hallway to check how things were going in the main part of the club.

You turned your attention to the door, cocking your hip just slightly. A gust of cool air met you as the door was pulled open, revealing the eager faces of six men. Even if Jackson hadn’t told you that they were idols, you would have already known. The hair was always a dead giveaway.

“Good evening, gentlemen.” You spoke in a sultry tone, your voice just loud enough to pull their attention from whatever conversation they were having.

“Good evening, beautiful lady.” One of them, a tall thing with a handsome and very youthful face, slurred.

How great, they were showing up already buzzed.

“Would you boys care to follow me?” Your red-painted lips curved up into a smile.

“I would follow you anywhere,” The tallest slung his arm around your shoulders when you turned to lead them to the VIP room. It took everything in your power to keep from shrugging him off and driving your elbow into his side. But you couldn’t. So you just tipped your head up to look at him, forcing out a giggle.

Once you reached the heavy wooden door, you were able to slink out from beneath the man’s arm and disguise it as you simply turning to greet the rest of the guests.

“So, who’s the lucky man?” You asked, one hand on the doorknob, jiggling it subtly to let Jackson know that you were about to enter.

“Well, that all depends on you, doesn’t it sweetheart?” Another man, one with sharp features and pale skin called out. A couple of the others laughed, nudging him with their arms.

You laughed along with them, what other choice did you have?

“I’m the one getting married.” A man with a voice so deep you felt it in your toes spoke up.

“Well, congratulations sir.” You offered with a grin.

He chuckled in response, waving a hand. “Yongguk, please.”

You nodded your head, waiting for your cue to allow the boys to enter. From inside the room, you heard the music begin, muffled by the almost entirely soundproof door. You turned the doorknob fully, releasing it to let the door swing open. You stood to the side, allowing the men to enter in a file. As Yongguk walked past you, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Sorry about these boys, they don’t get out much.”

You snorted in response, quickly clearing your throat in a weak attempt at covering up the noise.

Jackson had done the rest of the prep work while you were away. The lights of the room were now dimmed, laser lights of different colours splashed against every surface in patterns and music blared so loud that you felt your eardrums vibrating in time with the bass notes.

The boys excitedly rushed inside, graciously accepting the shots of expensive tequila that had been set out for them. They raised the shot glasses, the tallest of them blabbering out a toast to the end of the bachelor lifestyle for Yongguk and then they downed the clear liquid in unison. You glanced over to Jackson who was hidden behind them, he held up a glass of his own and with a wink to you, swallowed the contents in one gulp.

The night progressed as they normally do; you whirling around collecting expensive drinks that you’d never even dream of being able to afford and serving them to the boys. By this point in the evening, you’d learned all of their names as well as their group. Jackson even plugged Jongup’s phone into the speaker system so that you could hear some of their songs.

Upon learning that you didn’t really know who they were, the boys were slightly offended. It was Jackson who had to come to your rescue by saying that you essentially lived under a rock. Which was true, but that didn’t stop you from giving him a dirty glare.

The boys were spread out throughout the room; Junhong and Jongup were dancing in the far corner of the private space, Youngjae and Himchan were drunkenly yelling at each other about something or other and Yongguk was trying to settle them down by speaking at a level that no one could hear. You leaned against the bar, watching the two youngest members of the group moving fluidly to the music, your fingers tapping against your thigh to the beat as you admired their skills.

“They’re good, huh?” A voice came from behind you, startling you to the point where you almost jumped out of your skin.

You whirled around, your pulse noticeably slowing down to a more normal pace when you were met with two bright eyes. Daehyun must have been sitting at the corner of the bar by himself, you were so entranced by the other events going on in the room that you hadn’t even noticed.

He picked up a shot glass, filling it to the brim with what looked to be vodka. He lifted the glass to you, his hand teetering just enough for a drop or two to spill over and onto the floor.

“Here,” he offered with a faint smirk, “You look a little high strung.”

It may have been your imagination, but you could have sworn you heard a bark of laughter that sounded eerily familiar to Jackson’s.

It wasn’t really recommended for you to drink on the job, but you still had a tendency to bend the rules once in a while. After all, it would be rude of you to turn down a drink that was specifically poured just for you. What the hell, right? You took the glass from Daehyun, holding it between your thumb and forefinger. You brought it to your lips but before you could swallow it, Daehyun put a hand on your arm to stop you. You watched as he gestured for Jackson to bring him another glass, and filled it to the top just as he had for yours.

“Cheers,” Daehyun spun around on his stool to face you, raising his glass.

“Cheers,” You smiled–one of your first genuine ones of the evening–and clinked your glass against his. Both of you tipped your heads back to drink your shots. You ran your tongue over your lips as the smooth liquid ran down your throat, a pleasant warmth following it.

Daehyun quickly took your glass from you, filling it once more and offering it back. You laughed, waving your hand, “Not right now, but thank you.”

He shrugged a shoulder, downing the shot and thumping the empty glass against the polished surface of the bar. “What’s your name?” He asked after a second.

“Y/N,” you had to lean in closer to be sure that Daehyun could hear you over the music.

“You like working here?” He followed your lead and moved his head uncomfortably closer to yours.

The question caught you by surprise; you’d never once been asked that by a client. It also certainly was not the question that usually followed after asking you for your name.

“I do,” you lied with a convincing grin. Then you paused, you didn’t know why, but you felt as though you didn’t have to lie to Daehyun. You felt like you could be honest with him. So, with a quick scrunch of your nose, you added, “It pays the bills,”

Daehyun’s expression changed, it was barely noticeable enough for you to catch it. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it even was–something about the way he was looking at you. “Are you in school?”

Well, twenty questions it was, then. This was nothing new, you’d had many clients that acted as if they wanted to get to know the “real you”. You told him about your classes, he seemed genuinely interested. When you told him that you were in your second year of medical school to become a doctor, you’d wished that you could have taken a picture of his face.

“So it’s the classic cocktail waitress works to pay for her PHD scenario, hm?” His voice was light, as if he was holding back a laugh at himself.

“Actually,” You held up a finger, pointing it at him, “My official job title is ‘VIP Server.”

Daehyun held up both hands in surrender, mouthing an apology and you couldn’t help but laugh. A tap on your shoulder pulled your attention away and you turned to glance at Jackson, he held his fingers up to his face to represent a phone. You quickly apologized to Daehyun for cutting off your conversation, promising to return.

You walked around to the other side of the bar, ducking down next to Jackson where the phone hung between shelves of liquor. It was rarely a good thing when the phone needed to be used; more often than not, it was to get security to come break up a fight or remove a rowdy client. You brought the phone to your ear, using a finger to plug the other. “Hello?”

“Y/N,” Your boss was almost yelling on the other end, hoping to be heard over the noise, “Get the bachelor ready, we’ve got the girls comin’ down there in five.”

The dialtone informed you that you’d been hung up on, something that was not uncharacteristic of your boss. You straightened up, answering the eyebrow raise Jackson gave you with a knowing nod. This was something most bachelor parties requested. You swiped the black strip of fabric from a cabinet under the bar and waved to Jackson to turn down the music.

When the music was lowered to a volume that you could comfortably speak over, you were met with several pairs of confused eyes.

“Okay, boys!” You called out, making your way over to Yongguk. You stood behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders, causing him to chuckle, “We have a surprise for the soon-to-be groom.”

“And like all good surprises,” you continued, waving the black fabric in front of his face before pulling it taut over his eyes and tying it behind his head, “We can’t let you see what it is.”

The other members hollered, more than likely knowing exactly what surprise was coming. You glanced to the bar and noticed how quiet Daehyun was being, and how his eyes were trained directly onto you. Quickly averting your eyes, you subtly signalled for Jackson to turn the music up again. Surely enough, the floor began to vibrate to the tune of the song as it became louder than before.

You made your way to the door, pulling open a small door that let you peek through to the outside. Four of the clubs most talented–and most expensive–dancers were waiting on the other side of the door. You pulled it open, standing slightly behind it as they made their entrance to the claps and whistles of the boys. You noticed that the last girl to enter, Haewon, hesitated for a second as she stared in the direction of the bar before following behind the rest of the girls.

Each of the girls walked straight over to Yongguk, who was sitting with his hands resting on his thighs and a big, fifty percent gum smile plastered on his face. You looked back to the bar and saw Daehyun with his arms folded over the counter, chatting with Jackson. In all the time that you’d worked here, you had never seen a man turn his back to the strip tease show. You wanted to go sit next to Daehyun, hopefully continuing your conversation from before. You couldn’t though, not while the show was going on. It was the same for each and every one; they would dance and grind against Yongguk, and after that they would spread out to the other boys and give them a taste of the action. As well as the taste of a much thinner wallet by the end of it all.

Like clockwork each of the dancers placed a delicate kiss to one of Yongguk’s cheeks before giving him one last wiggle of the hips and moving on to one of the other drooling boys. How it usually worked was that the girls would go to who seemed the most eager. More often than not, that was anyone in the room. Which usually didn’t happen is that they would scope out the one client who had absolutely no interest in their show whatsoever, just as Haewon was doing to Daehyun right now.

You pursed your lips, still hidden away in your corner of the room as you watched the display. The lights reflected off of her sequin bralette, making the blonde dancer look like she had two disco balls for breasts. She ran her fingertips up each of Daehyun’s arms before turning him around in his seat to face her. You tried to ignore the foreign bitterness that you felt flooding through you. Haewon turned around with a swivel of her hips, bending forward and pressing her bottom against the crotch of Daehyun’s pants. With each movement Haewon made against him, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to just walking out of there. Truthfully, you probably would have. At least you would have, if it didn’t mean costing you your only source of income.

Your silent prayers for some kind of distraction came in the form of Junhong pretty much crashing into you. If you weren’t so accustomed to it in your line of work you might have both fallen over, but you just instinctively wound your arms around his torso to steady him.

“Hi honey,” he drawled out, slumping his entire body weight against you.

“Hi Junhong,” You huffed, struggling to keep his tall frame balanced against your shorter one. “How about we take a seat, huh?”

You tried to shift your bodies, taking a small step in the direction of the bar, but then Junhong’s knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor, pulling you down on top of him. Most of the others in the room were occupied, save for Jackson. He was the one that rushed over to you, helping to pull you up.

“Are you okay?” His voice was wavering just beneath the line of frantic. You couldn’t blame him, the two of you had seen more than enough mishaps in your time working together.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rubbed his arm reassuringly, “I’m just going to take Junhong outside. He probably needs some air. And to get away from the booze in here.”

“I’ll come with you,” Daehyun chimed in, somehow having msde it over without you noticing. He was already leaning down to sling one of Junhong’s arms over his shoulders and pick him up off the ground. Behind him, you could see Haewon standing next to where Daehyun was just seated and her expression was about as far away from happy as one could get.

Jackson eyed you for a second, blatantly ignoring Daehyun. You knew that look. You saw it at least once a night. It was a silent question of ’You sure you’re alright?’. You smiled at him, giving his hand a squeeze and nodding your head. He left the three of you, his eyes focused on Daehyun more than anyone else. It wasn’t unusual, Jackson had just grown to be protective of you. In thus kind of environment, you were more than happy to have him around.

Daehyun had gotten Junhong up on his own, seeming a bit unsteady due to the height difference. You pulled the door open, holding it in place with a foot while you tucked yourself under Junhong’s free arm.

“It’s almost like you’ve done this before,” Daehyun peeked around the younger boy to look at you.

You snorted, “Yeah. Once or twice ”

Daehyun chuckled, hoisting Junhong’s arm up to more comfortably lay across his shoulders, “Where are we taking him?”

“Just out here,” You tipped your chin in the direction of two metal doors that led outside. “More often than not, they just need a little bit of fresh air and maybe a good barf and then they’re ready to go.”

Daehyun made a face, “Was that part of your job description?”

You giggled at that, “No, just the goodness of my heart.” You halted in front of the doors, balancing yourself on one foot and using the other to kick one of them open, “You’re very interested in my job, it seems.”

“More interested in the employee,” he muttered, stepping down the three stairs in time with you. You didn’t know if you were meant to hear that, so you didn’t react. Even if you were meant to hear it, you weren’t sure how you wanted to react.

Your saving grace was that Junhong suddenly spurred to life, lurching forward and keeling over to empty his stomach onto the pavement of the employee parking lot. Daehyun scurried backwards, stopping only when his back was pressed against the wall. You watched him, pressing your lips together to keep from laughing.

“That’s so sick,” He almost gagged, looking up at you. He noticed your expression and his eyes narrowed playfully, “Excuse me, Dr. Y/N. We aren’t all medical professionals.“

“It’s okay, I can’t sing,” You smirked, “And I’m not a professional.”

“I’d let you save my life.”

“That really just says a lot about your judgement skills,” You shot back, trying to keep your voice even to keep from displaying how you did in fact pick up on the blatant flirtacious tone he was using.

“I think I have excellent judgment skills,” Daehyun stepped around Junhong, placing a hand on his friend’s back as the younger held his head in his hands. “I’m into you, aren’t I?”

The blunt statement almost bowled you over. You’d been hit on before, countless times. It wasn’t even the first time you’d been hit on while a drunk person threw up in the same room as you. It was, however, the first time someone had hit on you at work and you were considering it. You were affected by it. There was some weird flipping going on in your stomach and you wanted it to stop. By now, Daehyun was within arms length distance of you. The neon lights of the clubs sign lit up his face, shadows accentuating the sharp angles and he looked so handsome. He looked too handsome and you didn’t know how you were going to deal with what you were feeling.

“Are you just interested in me because I’m going to be a doctor?” You tried to come off cocky, playing hard to get like you did every night. But the words came out in a rushed squeak and if that wasn’t a dead giveaway for the effect Daehyun had on you, you didn’t know what was.

He chuckled and the sound was like music, it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard. Oh God, this sucked. This was a code red, sound the alarm, call the troops type of situation. And you were just standing there, your fingers toying nervously with the hem of your skirt.

Daehyun took his time closing the distance between you two; he’d take a small step forward every few seconds, watching you with a look that could almost be described as predatory.

“Wait,” You held up your hands, splaying them out flat in the air. If you had stretched out your arms any more, you would be touching his chest. “You’re an idol, right?”

Daehyun frowned, obviously confused, but he nodded anyway, “Yeah.”

“And you guys are popular, right?”

“Despite you having no clue we existed, yeah, I guess you could say that.” He laughed when you gave him a sheepish look.

“So, I mean,” Your hands moved in a circle as you processed what you wanted to say, “You’ve got girls on you constantly right?”

Daehyun’s brows lifted past his bangs and you waved frantically, “No, no. Not on you. But, like, into you?” You could have buried yourself right then and there. You just knew your embarrassment was showing in the form of a blush across your cheeks.

Daehyun was now the one to look sheepish, a hand coming up to idly scratch the back of his head before he shrugged both shoulders. “I guess you could say that. They’re harmless though. I mean, I never… accept the advances .”

The first thing that popped into your head was that that was an incredibly difficult concept to believe. Then again, this was the same guy who would rather chat up the bartender than watch four girls dressed in practically nothing parade around a room.

“But to be honest,” Daehyun added as an afterthought. Oh, here we go, “I do think the whole you as a doctor thing is really hot.”

You laughed, leaning closer to bump your shoulder against his arm. You were beginning to feel your confidence build up again. “You should see me in a sequined bra.”

You could have sworn you saw the apples of Daehyun’s cheeks flush a soft pink. “How about a date or two, first?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me out while you’re friend is on the ground, puking.” Daehyun averted his eyes, taking your words as a rejection. You wanted nothing more than to wipe the sad, dejected look off of his face. You leaned closer, pressing a kiss to his warm, blushing cheek, “It’s a date.”

It Wasn’t Supposed to Be Like This

Reader requests (summarized):  1) Hi can u do a story where the reader has an abusive boyfriend. Then sam and dean save her? She goes and lives with them and eventually the reader and dean form a relationship? and 2) can you do a readerxDean where the reader and Dean are in a relationship but the readers abusive ex tries to come back into her life and Dean finds out and gets super mad and gets him to leave her alone for good? Its just something that popped into my mind and it wouldnt leave and i would love to read it. (requested by foreveracountryangel)

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  5407

Warnings: language, abusive boyfriend, unwanted touching,

Author’s Note: I received two requests for a reader with an abusive boyfriend within a week, so I combined them. I did change the initial request slightly because I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the original subject matter but the main gist of the story is there. Also, I gave the reader’s former boyfriend a name, it was easier to write that way. This is set sometime between the middle of season 6 and season 8 before the boys find the bunker. There is no smut in this one, it is alluded to though.

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A Guide to Shoplifting!
               The author of this file is not responsible for any of the
               actions taken by the reader of this file.  This is for
               informational purposes only.

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       Since I started working at a grocery store, I have learned many
techniques to shoplifting.  I have learned some stuff by the mistakes
made by several shoplifters, and others by experiment.

RULE 1 :        NEVER NEVER NEVER try to steal something at a store you
               frequently shop at.  That is just plain stupid.  If you
               really want something bad enough, then spend a little
               gas money. Hey, its better than buying the product you
               are about to lift.

RULE 2  :       Don’t act suspicious or nervous.  Employees aren’t stupid.
               They know that if you are acting nervous, then you are
               usually up to something bad.

RULE 3  :       Try to steal from stores without video survaliance.
               This is by far the safest way to do things.

RULE 4  :       DO NOT be GREEDY!  Take a little at a time.  And take
               things that will fit in your pocket or purse.  Bigger
               items are harder to get away with.

RULE 5  :       Try not to hit the same stores over and over.  Have some
               variety in your life.  You will be less likely to be
               caught if you don’t frequently go to the same place.

RULE 6  :       Do NOT be fooled by cameras with the name SVS.  These are
               fakes!  They do nothing but sit there.  They look real
               by the way they have a cable going into a wall, and are
               plugged in and have a red light on, but they are still
               fake.  GUARANTEED!

RULE 7  :       Do NOT be stupid enough to steal around other shoppers.
               I have seen many instances where the employees never
               saw a person shoplift, but a customer had turned a
               shoplifter in, and the customers word is just as
               incriminating as the employees.

RULE 8  :       Many times if someone sees you trying to shoplift, they
               will start following you around.  Calmly place the stuff
               back on the shelf, any shelf!  They really can’t get you
               as long as you haven’t walked by a register, and start
               walking out the door, because until you start walking out
               the door, you still could have intent to pay, and if they
               do pick you up for shoplifting before you walk out the door,
               your case most likely will not hold up in court.  Many
               lawyers have freed many shoplifters because of that.  If
               they pick you up.  Start telling them you haven’t had a
               chance to pay, and that they can not pick you up for
               shoplifting, until you have a chance to pay, or walk out
               the door!  Just act like you know what you are talking about!

RULE 9  :       When you start walking out the door and you see someone
               following you, then run for dear life.  Most of the
               time you can get away.  If you have a get-a-way car waiting,
               then be sure that the license plate is covered up.  All it
               takes is for someone to write down the license plate number
               to get you caught.

RULE 10 :       If by any chance you are caught trying to flee, try and
               wrestle your way out, but BE CAREFUL!  Do not injure the
               person who is trying to catch you, let alone threaten them.
               If you just so happen to scratch them, the penalty goes from
               theft to Assult and Robery, which means a bigger fine, or
               more time!

RULE 11 :       Have someone waiting with bail money in case you get
               caught. *8-)

Now on to some ways to shoplift.

Method 1 :

       This is probably the easiest method.  Get a friend of yours to
go to a store with you.  Have him/her act very very suspicous.  When an
employee sees someone acting suspicous the key in on that person.  Soon
they will have everyone in that store watching him/her.  Then you go
where ever the merchandise is, and steal away.  You leave with whatever you
wanted, and then your friend leaves soon after, feeling good that he/she
has just fooled a store full of idiots.

Method 2 :

       If you are a woman, then get a big purse.  Empty it out, and
pick the lucky victim.  This works good at places with shopping carts.
Place your purse in the section where children sit.  Usually located at
the front of the basket.  Have your purse open at this point.  Go around
the store looking at whatever you like.  When you find the item, pick it
up, look at it, and casually sit it down like you are putting it in the
basket, but instead of putting it in the basket, put it in your purse.

Method 3 :

       Grocery stores are probably the easiest to hit.  Most have low
security if any.  Only problem, is that most people think the only thing
you can get at a grocery store is food.  WRONG!!  Go over to the more
expensive area, HBA (Health & Beauty Aids).  There is gold there.
Get everything from Advil to Obsession Cologne.  You ask yourself,
why do i need 80 boxes of Advil? Take one box for yourself, then go
sell the rest to friends, or take the stuff to a Flea Market, set yourself
up a booth, and sell away.  Most boxes of Advil cost around $8-$10 each.
You sell for $5, and instant profit.  But be careful in the HBA area, that
is usually where the security will be, if any!.  I have seen many stores,
with out any cameras in the grocery area, but one camera in the ceiling in
the HBA area.  So just pick up the stuff, put it in the basket, carry it
over to the grocery side, and take it!  Another good thing to take from
grocery stores is cigarettes.  A carton is getting close to $20 each. So take
yourself a few, and sell to your friends/family for about $10-$15.  Good
profit there. Or if you are into that nasty habit, keep them for yourself.

Method 4 :

       Whenever you need to get film developed, or prescriptions filled,
then take it to your favorite grocery store.  After you get your prescription
and/or film, tell the clerk that you are going to do some more shopping.
Walk around the store a little, then walk out the door.  A good idea is
to have a receipt from an old purchase. carry it in one hand, then carry
the goods in the other.  That way the look at you, see the receipt, and
think that you payed for it.

Method 5 :

       A good way to get free fertilizer, top soil, etc., is to go by
your favorite nursery or whoever carries the stuff outside.  Give them a
visit about 3 a.m. or so, and fill up your truck or car.  The best way to
do this is to have someone driving, while you fill it up.  If someone
comes out of the store (like a night stocker) and confronts you, jump in
the back of the truck, and tell your friend to take off.  Be sure to have
you license plate covered up.

       Stores today are not there for you.  They are there for themselves.
They may claim low prices, but in all truth the merchandise is usually marked
up 200% or more.  I have seen some instances where cologne has been marked
up 450%.  This is outrageous.  Why should we pay those kind of prices, when
we can get it for free!  Many stores may claim that shoplifting increases
prices, although the real reasons for price increases is the Upper Division,
who wants more added onto their 6 and 7 digit yearly salaries.  So don’t
be fooled by that stupid warning.  And remember Robin Hood, steal from the
rich (THEM) and give to the poor (YOU, even if you aren’t poor heh!).



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