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She’s Just Not That Into You » Part II (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the first part? Find it here.

Once again, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained​. I love you, B! This time around, the ever-so-lovely @chrissy22787​ helped me out, and I thank you - immensely - for that, my dear friend. 

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

Originally posted by cinemagraphs

Even if Nick did piss him off, Harry couldn’t help but be proud of his best friend whenever he was awarded opportunities. He worked hard, and it was nice to see that hard work pay off in the end. So, when Nick mentioned that you were having a viewing party for his appearance on The Big Fat Quiz of the Year, Harry feared that he wouldn’t be able to celebrate the milestone with him.

“Ask her,” he demanded one afternoon.

Nick laughed, his eyes widening at Harry’s insistence. After little pleading from his friend, Nick sent a text asking you if Harry could be his plus one for the dinner party. Once he’d sent it, Harry forced Nick to show him the text for proof, figuring that it was just like him to say he’d asked you when he didn’t, instead showing up to the party with Harry anyway, thinking it was funny to throw both of you for a loop. Nick’s phone dinged minutes later, your name lighting up the screen. Your response of “Sure.” had caused Harry to go into an existential crisis, the wrinkle in his brow deep as he pulled at his lips.

“She doesn’t want me there,” he grunted. “‘m not goin’.”

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when I was 17 the first girl I’d ever loved told me if her parents found out about how I looked at her she’d be homeless. 
we cried for 2 days straight, 
and I told about concrete counter tops.
I told her about dark hardwood floors
with at least three knit blankets on every couch.
Our bedroom facing west 
because even though I love the sunrise, 
you look the best in our bed 
covered in nothing 
but the deep purple of sunset.
The library that would smell like our books 
had been there longer than our home had been standing on solid foundation, stone, reliable.
Sweet girl, I know they say not to make homes out of people 
but I don’t want anyone else’s dirty dishes on my counter.
I don’t want to take the trash out for anyone else at 11pm.
You’re the only person I’d race to kill a spider for in the shower.
How could you ever be without a home 
when every time I look at you I’m building ours.
—  anonymous
Alarms In The Heart (Damian Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Have some Damian! There’s been a constant flow of nothing but Jason lately, so have some Damian to balance it out! I hope you like it! I wanted to give you guys some fluff to apologize for all the angst in The Joyride.

Warnings: None

Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @holywinchesterness @battybe-my-writing @neverlandprincessjaz


Your breath hitched in your throat as Damian passed you swiftly in the hall. You hated yourself for the feelings that you harbored for him. He was your best friend, and you were sure he saw you as nothing more. Yet you couldn’t stop your heart from racing every time you were near him, or the strange giddiness that afflicted you in his presence.

You sighed lightly and continued on your way downstairs, a book in hand. You reached the living room, finding that the fireplace was lit, casting a warm orange glow across the room.

The pitter-patter of the rain outside was calming, and merged pleasantly with the crackling fire.

You settled into the far end of one of the long, forest green couches that surrounded the dark mahogany coffee table, nestling nicely into the corner where the cushions met the armrests, curling up and leaning into the back cushions. You opened your book and began to read, soon enough becoming enthralled in the story.

You’d been reading comfortably for about half an hour when you felt the cushions sink next to you and saw a figure from over the top of your book. Reluctantly, you looked up from the paged to see Damian sitting cross legged in front of you, waiting for you to notice him.

“Hi, Damian,” you greeted him pleasantly, giving a small smile and allowing the book to rest on your knees, trying to ignore your racing heart and the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he returned, leaning back on his hands. “I’m bored. What are you reading?”

“It’s called Austerlitz, it’s really good,” you answered, picking up the book and showing him the front cover.

“Looks interesting,” he commented, obviously still bored. “Want to watch a movie? I’d say we could go out into the gardens and look for birds but Alfred won’t allow me outside in this weather.”

You nodded, smile growing slightly. “That sounds fun! What should we watch?”

“Grayson showed me a movie, but I can’t remember the title. It’s the one about the kaiju that come from the portal in the sea. The one we made fun of in the theatre?” Damian scrunched his nose up, trying to recall the name of the film.

“Oh! Pacific Rim? That one sounds good! Will Dick let us borrow it, though?” You cocked your head the the side and furrowed your brow.

“Who said he has to let us borrow it?” Damian asked with a mischievous smile.

You giggled in response, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed. You could feel your face heating up and that damned giddiness bubbling up at that stupid smirk.

“Come on,” he prompted, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.

Your blush intensified at the contact, and you couldn’t keep from noticing how warm his hand was on yours, and how his skin was rough and calloused, but his touch still gentle.

He led you up the stairs by the hand and through the long hallways of the manor, your footfalls soft against the dark hardwood floors. You reached the door to Dick’s room and Damian shushed you quietly before cracking open the door to see if anyone was inside.

To your luck, it was empty.

Damian turned around and began giving you instruction on what to do if Dick was to show up. “Distract him. Say you were trying to find him and…” Damian paused for a minute, biting his lip in thought.

“I need help with homework?” you suggested.

“Perfect,” Damian replied, wearing the same devilish smirk as before. “When I’m ready to come out I’m going to tap the door twice. If it’s all clear, repeat the two taps.” With that, he turned and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

You stood watch outside the door, making sure Dick didn’t find Damian smuggling a DVD out of his room, smiling to yourself at Damian’s unnecessary signalling system.

A couple minutes later you heard two soft thunks from the other side of the door. You tapped your fingers gently against the wood and Damian quietly exited the room.

“Got it?” you asked as Damian checked across the hall to make sure that Dick hadn’t seen him leaving the room.

He grinned, pulling the DVD out from under his shirt and began to lead you back down into the living room.

On the way down the stairs, you tripped a few steps above the landing, and your breath caught as you were pitched forward, sending you and Damian tumbling down the last few steps.

It happened so fast you could barely process it, but Damian had far more training than you, and you felt him pull you into him as you fell, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

He landed on his back, making sure you received none of the impact. He groaned slightly when he hit the bottom, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

You were blushing furiously. Your head was pressed against his chest and your legs were tangled together. When his hold around you finally loosened, you rolled off of him and sat up.

“Are you alright, bel- (Y/N)?” Damian asked, sitting up and moving over to you, scanning your face intently for bruises.

You nodded, casting your glance to the side as your cheeks heated up, trying to avoid meeting Damian’s concerned gaze. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I made us fall.”

“It’s fine.” He dismissed your mess-up uncharacteristically quickly. Usually he was one to hold a grudge, but he never seemed to be that way with you.

He helped you to your feet and you both went to the living room to watch the movie.

You turned the television system on and Damian put the DVD in the disc tray, pressing a few buttons to set up the DVD player.

Damian returned to the couch as the film began to play, settling down right next to you.

Your shoulders brushed together and you blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Seemingly out of the blue, you felt Damian’s wrist against your forehead.

“Are you sick? You’ve been flushed all morning,” Damian inquired, once again giving you that concerned look.

“I’m not sick, Dami,” you told him, giving a small laugh. Your heart swelled at how concerned he was for you, but you reminded yourself that his actions were merely out of friendship.

“Alright,” Damian said, though he didn’t quite seem convinced.


As the movie played, Damian couldn’t help but find himself looking over at you constantly. It disappointed him greatly that you most likely didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you, and it disappointed him even more that you seemed completely oblivious to just how much he cared for you.

Somewhere in his mind, he had the urge to kiss you, right then and there, but he ignored this urge. He valued your companionship too much to ruin your friendship.

It was nearing the end of the movie, and he could tell you were getting sleepy.

Your head would fall slightly to one side before you shifted it back up and rubbed your eyes. He reminded himself to get you to take a nap once the movie was done before turning his attention back to the screen.

It wasn’t even a minute later when he felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He glanced to the side to see your head resting upon his shoulder, your eyes shut and your mouth parted. He gave the smallest of smiles and he could feel his heartbeat pick up pace.

He wanted to slap himself for the illogical nature of these feelings. Like he’d told himself before, the odds of you ever reciprocating them were slim to none.


You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you woke up drowsily, your head resting comfortably against- Oh. Oh dear.

You noticed that the movie was over, and that the television had turned off. A quick glance to the wall clock told you that you’d been asleep for maybe half an hour. How long had the movie been over? How long had Damian been sitting with nothing to do?

You looked up to his face as best you could from your position without moving your head too much.

His eyes were open, and his eyes travelled around the room, probably searching for something to end his boredom.

You sat up, drawing Damian’s attention, and looked down at your crossed legs. “I- uh- Sorry.” You muttered your apology. “I should probably- uh- go. I have some homework to do.”

“Y-yes. Father probably wants me to be training right now anyway. I-I’ll see you later,” he responded, standing quickly and walking away.

You sighed. It was nice while it lasted.

Damian made his way down to the cave and changed into his Robin uniform. Dick, Bruce and Tim were all there, Tim and Bruce at the console and Dick training with his escrima.

Damian drew his sword and warmed up a bit on a sparring dummy, trying to get his focus to shift away from his feelings for you, even if it was just for a little while. Despite his best efforts, his thoughts gravitated towards the topic, and soon it was all he was thinking about as he attacked the dummy relentlessly.

He had been training intensely, lost deep in his thoughts. His perception of time had apparently slipped away, because you entered the cave, carrying a platter, saying that you and Alfred had made them lunch. He could have sworn it was still only ten-o’clock that morning, but when he looked at the time on the Batcomputer it was the afternoon.

He sheathed his sword and made his way over to you, his heart pounding at the thought of what he was about to do.


You set the tray down on the table, starting to set out the food. You had just finished pouring lemonade for Dick when you saw Damian quickly approaching, a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Hey, Dami, I brought you guys some-”

You stopped mid sentence as Damian grabbed your hand and led you off into a secluded area of the cave.

When he stopped walking he moved to face you, his expression still unreadable to you.

“Dami?” you asked softly, looking up at him in curiosity, noticing that he hadn’t let your hand go.

He didn’t respond, his free hand moving to cup the side of your face.

“Damian what are you-”

Suddenly his lips were on yours.

You were shocked for a moment, but you kissed back, finding his lips surprisingly soft.

The kiss was chaste, and it was over sooner than you would have liked, although you were still having trouble processing that it had happened at all.

“I have wanted to do that for a very long time,” Damian said airily.

You stared up at him, still having trouble finding the words to say anything. “C-Can I kiss you again?”

Damian nodded, leaning down once again, and allowing his lips to brush against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist this time.

Your hands went to his shoulders and you stood on your toes. Maybe your odds were better than you had thought.

dissonance [5]

summary: Go where your heart takes you. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader || mythology au

warnings: demeter is introduced and she is a cunt-nugget supreme, falling out between famiy, use of the word whore, and i think that’s it

notes: I know I said I was going to make this a fluffy scene between Y/N and James, but I had to throw some kind of discourse in there somewhere (blame H). I hope you guys like this, sorry for the long wait. Also, I imagine the cottage to look somehwhat like the one in the gif, only a little smaller. 

Feedback is always appreciated!

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Down The Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader

Modern AU, Punk!Ben/Kylo - Baker!Reader

Prompt: Ben Solo x reader where they’re at readers 21st birthday party and they play a drunk 7 minutes in heaven. 

Word count: 6.4K

Warnings: Profanity, drinking, getting drunk. Nothing else really. 

Tags: @nightsofren

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Originally posted by reyloshionship


Your (Y/H/C) fell in front of your face as you put the last touches on the baked goods you were making for your own birthday. Of course, you hadn’t trusted anyone but yourself with it. Why would you? Despite owning your own bakery and having other bakers among you, you couldn’t bring yourself to. You had a vision and you wanted exactly what you had foreseen. Of course, that didn’t stop anyone from asking to assist you.

               You were perfectly capable yourself and of course, you trusted no one with your very secret chocolate pomegranate macaron recipe. You even made little bits of icing that looked like pomegranate seeds to top the little French treats once they were done, all crafted from your own imagination. Everything was your own in the bakery, but these most of all. You pressed on, invitations sent out, fliers scattered around town, a digital flier posted to your website and to the Instagram that your staff ran, but nonetheless you were nervous. Your bakery would host a small party, your birthday being unknown, thanks to your lovely employees, Rey and Poe but the planning and baking was more than you could handle. In fact, the workload stressed you out to the point where you were lacking sleep and taking 15-minute naps during breaks and while your pastries and goods were in the oven. You were so wrapped up in your prep work that you didn’t register the silver bell at the door ding and the sudden hush that seemed to sweep across the elegant space.

               The first thing that the “Intruder”, as you called him, noticed was the Victorian railings that led down the three steps down and into the quaint place. He also took notice of the crème wallpaper pattered and littered with twirls of flowers and vines and deeply admired it. He loved the place endlessly despite that you kicked him out at whatever expense you could afford; he found this more amusing than anything and enticed him to keep coming back to push your buttons. The walls were littered with photographs you had taken, framed in handpicked vintage frames with a gold frottage. The bakery was your heart and soul and it showed. From the furnished dark hardwood floors, to the trims right by the ceiling, it was a deeply rooted part of you. This made the man’s heart swell three times bigger if that was a possibility. The nerves that shook him whenever he strolled in were greater than you could fathom. You couldn’t possibly imagine why he kept coming back after you continuously kicked him out time and time again but in a sense it was endearing.

“Hey, Intruder at one o’clock.” Rey nudged you, smile spreading across her face, and sauntered to the back to roll out the dough for your cinnamon buns. A groan tumbled from your lips and into the open air and the action that would have accompanied it would be you slamming your head into the counter but you resisted. Why had he come back? Of all people, why did the punk with an attitude have to come back and taunt you on one of your biggest days? You straightened yourself out, hands brushing against your black apron, tucking your hair back, and with that you let out a huff of air and made your way over to the cash register.

“Hey,” the “Intruder” began but you were quick to snap.

“What the hell do you want, Ren?” You spat at the man before you. He closed his eyes tight and looked to his feet. His dark curls falling in front of his face as a heavy curtain to shield his emotions. You refused to let yourself get close to anyone, much less the man before you. He seemed impulsive and reckless, a man that good looking could never bring anything good into your life. The dark figure chewed the inside of his cheek for a bit before flicking his caramel eyes up to yours, a soft expression adorning them.

“A cof- an espresso. Bitter as it can be and uh,” his eyes briefly lefts your face and to the menu on the wall, “a pomegranate-” He never finished his nervous thought though.

“It’s off the menu.” You snapped back at him. “You can have the coffee but the pomegranate macaron is off the menu.” You crossed your arms over your chest and your facial expression was stone. You drew some attention from your regulars and they gave you quizzical looks but you ripped your gaze away from them and pretended to not care.

“Alright, well, then I’ll take that coffee for here,” the man emphasised as a cocky smirk grew across his face, “and whatever treat you’ll let me have, sweetheart.” His voiced dripped with sarcasm and an undertone of something smugger.

“I can treat you to a nice kick in the-” but your exchange was cut short by Poe stepping in and apologising for you. You loved Poe and he was one of your first friends and employees but sometimes he was just far too kind. His eyes were inviting and his mousey brown hair was what every woman would ever deem as dreamy. The one thing you absolutely adored and loathed about your friend; however, was that he was far too much of a kind soul.

“Fresh cinnamon rolls! We have a batch fresh from the oven and Rey is currently rolling out some more for the party a little later tonight. Have one on the house. (Y/N)’s treat.” A smile flashed across your best bakers face and it infuriated you. It was a smile that melted hearts but you wanted to do nothing more than strangle your friend in that moment. He was practically giving a peace offering to the pompous asshole that stood before you.

               For the next hour or so you worked away at your macarons begrudgingly while you glared at the tall and brooding man sitting at the very far table closest to the shop window. He sipped his espresso, knowing that every single sip he took bothered you and every bite of his cinnamon roll made you want to physically roll him out the door. He took pleasure in watching your blood slowly boil and then some. At one point he stopped chiming into your game of who could piss who off the most and he became engrossed in a book he had brought with him. He actually knows what a book is? You thought to yourself before shaking your head and heading to put your macarons in the oven for a quarter hour. Rey and Poe exchanged a brief glance before Rey approached you. You barely registered Poe going out to the front and instead focused on Rey.

“So what’s with you and Kylo?” A suggestive smirk befell her lips and she put all her weight into one hip almost in a contrapposto manner. This was enough to make your roll your eyes into the back of your head and let out a long groan.

“Fucking, nothing,” you spoke through your teeth, “how dare he come back into my shop and taunt me the way he has. I mean, god he irks me so damn much. How many times do I have to kick him out Rey? How many until he gets that he’s not welcome here?” You leaned your back against the counter in the kitchen and sighed out before looking to your feet. “It’s not- it’s not just…”

“What isn’t?” Your friend asked you carefully. She didn’t want to push you too far and have you retract your feelings. You refused to admit that you found Kylo Ren attractive in the least. His freckles and beauty marks that adorned his face, the sleek and curled locks that shaped and captured his face perfectly, his high cheekbones and near perfect facial structure. You refused to believe these thoughts and you always shoved them to the back burner violently.

“If you say anything, I’ll murder you.” You warned before letting out a defeated sigh. “It’s not just down to him, and I know I’m being a jackass but nothing good can come from someone that pretty okay? Nothing. I’m just trying to look out for myself.” You pushed off the counter and your face turned back into a stone cold expression before you walked back out to greet a few customers. Little did you know that Poe and Rey had already formulated a plan for the two of you.

At the front counter, you were greeted by Kylo and the dishes he had used, book tucked under his arm. You noticed that it was one of your favourites; Girl in a Band the memoir by Kim Gordon. That alone was enough to make your heart nearly melt. It wasn’t a classic novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald but nonetheless, it was one of your absolute favourite memoirs written by one of your favourite people. You bit your lip and let your eyes flick over the taller man’s face before letting them land on the counter in front of you.

“So uh- I didn’t want you to exert yourself, thought I’d bring the dishes over to you.” His hard gaze not wavering from you. At his comment, your head shot up and your eyes narrowed, a toxic gaze digging into the “Intruder”.

“I am capable of walking over there myself, asshole.” You spit at him. “I mean, really? You don’t want me to exert myself? What the fuck is your problem?” You refused to accept that he did such a thing because it was from the good of his heart. You didn’t want to hear it.

“Okay, well sorry that I noticed that you’re dead tired, that you’re clearly overworking yourself, and that every step you take you looks like you could collapse. I’m sorry for trying to give a single,” he waved his hand dismissively in front of his face and shook his head, “you know what? Never mind. I’ll drop by tonight. Happy birthday, (y/n).” Kylo dropped a twenty on the counter and walked out of the bakery, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded. How did he know it was your birthday? Only the personal invites you sent out were an indicator of what celebration you were putting on.


The bakery’s party began to die down and most treats were sold out completely by the end of the night, a small box of macarons was left and maybe a cinnamon bun or two. Coconut ice cream remained but a substantially smaller amount than the night had started with. Streamers and confetti littered the floor and you had trouble cleaning every bit of it up. Eventually, your lovely staff told you to book it home and get some rest and get ready before the party and you actually listened. Little did you know of their plans.

When you managed to make it up the stairs and through the door, you flopped down onto your couch and kicked your shoes off. You rubbed your hands over your face and let out a sigh through your nose, your eyes feeling heavy. A quick nap never did anyone harm, did it?

Low light and the crack of vinyl. New Wave flowed through the air and swam around you, entrancing you in its distorted and messy melodies. You swayed, warm hands firmly on your waist and yours on the person’s shoulders. The warmth and happiness hammered into your chest and the smile that adorned your face hurt but you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

“You look lovely tonight, (Y/N).” A shiver ran down your spine as the deep voice spoke in a whisper next to your ear. It echoed in your dream and moulded with the music playing. “Enticing, entrancing, beautiful. I had to tell you, my love.”

You shot up from your sleep and shook yourself from your thoughts. They were utterly ridiculous, besides, you had things to do and a party to get ready for. The nap did you some good and you couldn’t deny it but the dream ran shivers down your spine and flashed across your vision many a time. Hopping onto your feet, you padded into the kitchen and got glasses of all sorts; for wine, shots, beer, and regular drinking glasses. Nobody would drink from a solo cup at your party. It was going to be a fairly large one and everyone was welcome to bring a plus one despite being an intimate party. You knew it would get out of hand with the number of people you knew and had worked with through the years. It would be a great time and you knew that only your friends would end up staying until some absurd hour in the night.

Once the drinks were laid out, you jogged over to your room and began getting ready. You took a comb to your (H/L) (H/C) hair and brushed it out with haste before moving on to what you’d wear. You knew that your work attire was only to seem presentable to the public but now you could be yourself. You ripped out a pair of black jeans and threw them on, jumping up and down while trying to pull them on. You nearly trashed your closet for a shirt until you found one you bought at your favourite bands show. Over that you threw on an oversized faux leather jacket and you were near set. You kept everything else the way you had since you started the day.

               With an hour left until your gathering began, you started to bring out snacks. The batch of peppermint macarons were new and they were a choice snack but the last of the pomegranate ones remained tucked away. You felt bad and you saved them for a very particular person, and this was against your better judgement. You knew it but you felt awful. Not even fifteen minutes passed and the doorbell rang. Someone was here incredibly early. You’d hope it would be Poe or Rey to help you set up but when you swung the door open you saw the person you least expected who was shifting from foot to foot.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You bit your tongue as soon as you saw the man’s attire and the nervousness that seeped through him. What happened to the cocky man that you knew and tried to convince yourself you loathed? He wore an outfit that reflected yours but instead of a band t-shirt, he wore a loose fitting white collar shirt under his leather jacket. Fitting jeans hugged his legs and he wore Docs on his feet to emphasise his personality and effort to look slightly elegant and dressed up for you.

“I- Didn’t Poe tell you?” He inquired. At this your brows furrowed and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Was Poe supposed to tell you anything? What did Poe do? As you connected the dots your blood boiled and you felt the tips of your ears get hot. Your friends and best employees had invited this nuisance to your 21st birthday? “I’ll take that as a no.” Kylo avoided your gaze completely and started to turn away.

“Wait!” You reached out and grabbed his hand, meaning to grab his arm instead but you had made your move and it was final. As soon as you touched his hand your dream flashed across your eyes and you dropped his hand as if it was a hot pan straight from the oven. “Sorry. Come in.” You stepped aside in order to make room for him to step past the doorway and into your humble abode. Despite not being the biggest fan of his, he was cordially invited by your friend as his plus one and you wanted to at least try to make him feel welcome. After all, would you even see him after people came in? Kylo gave you a hesitant look before shifting once again from foot to foot, his eyes never leaving yours as he took a step across the entryway. The antsy demeanour didn’t leave him until well into the night.

“I don’t want to intrude, really. I already do in your shop I can’t- Can I help you with anything?” You closed the door after Ren nervously spoke and sighed gently. You didn’t notice the way his eyes looked over you in adoration, a star-struck, lovesick expression taking over him for a few seconds before he tried to compose himself. “I might as well make myself useful since I’m forty-five minutes early. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to work overtime on your birthday. It’s not just.” His sincerity spilt from him and he made his way over to the drinks table.

“You want to make yourself useful?” You scoffed, wanting to kick yourself in the ass for how rude you were being. The further you pushed him the better. You couldn’t possibly let yourself fall for the punk. “How about you make a salad, think you can handle that, Ren?” Your heart hammered in your chest. Being a jackass was never so hard for you. As soon as the words left your mouth and your defences were up, Kylo retaliated and hid his discomfort the same way you had.

“A goldfish could make a salad. Just tell me what you want for it and where to find it.” He pushed past you, knocking your shoulder on the way to the fridge. You rolled your eyes and muttered that the recipe was on the fridge door and you stormed off into the living room to choose some music to play so that you wouldn’t need to sit in agonising silence with the impossible man before you. You shuffled through your record collection unbeknownst to Kylo’s gazes and looks to your general direction. You plucked a few records from your collection and ran a hand through your hair which caused your guest to nearly choke on his spit.

“If you have an issue with what I chose to play you can suck it.” You called out as you turned on your record player and gently pulled out Black Sabbath’s Paranoid and placed it gently on the turntable in order to play it loud and proud. It rang out through your apartment and with the first note, Kylo’s head shot up and his eyes fell on you in awe. This was not what he expected from a more or less quiet baker.

“You listen to Sabbath?” He called out as he started to chop some kale for the quinoa and chickpea salad you wanted to make. He debated asking you a follow up question of what else you had in your extensive collection but he bit his sharp tongue and continued making the recipe you had written out.

“If you don’t listen to Sabbath, Ren, you’ve gone down a rabbit hole.” You spat and shrunk in on yourself. Why did you have to be so rude to him? What had he done to you? Come on, look at him! The slope of his nose, his beautiful profile, and his strong jawline. You quickly dismissed your thoughts but you couldn’t help but steal glances at the beautiful man on occasion.

“Ben. Call me Ben.” He corrected but didn’t spare you a glance. “You’re right though. That’s why I listen to Sabbath on a day to day basis. Can’t go wrong with that. Have you got any Greta Van Fleet?” He asked you and you nearly choked on your spit. You strut over to Ben, hips swaying gently side to side to the music and you hummed along, entranced.

“Bought their record a few weeks ago and can’t get enough of it. Why, Ren?” You ignored his statement about his name and venom dripped from your tongue as you inquired. You were being an asshole and you knew it. All in good defence, right?

“It’s Ben. And because they’re good. Combination of AC/DC, The Who, and a few other iconic solo artists. But they make a sound for themselves. It’s really cool. Thought I’d recommend them if you didn’t already know them but you beat me to it.” A genuine smile graced Ben’s lips and your heart leapt into your throat, breath hitching.

               The forty five minutes passed with the two of you making various salads and bruschetta for your gathering and eventually you mixed a punch that was a little too strong, but of course you’d need the extra kick if you wanted to get by tonight. Eventually your doorbell began to ring and your friends and theirs piled in and handed you various gifts, wished you a happy birthday and exchanged small talk. The apartment was getting louder and through the night you went through a good twelve records of yours. Some Sonic Youth, Greta Van Fleet – per Ben’s request, Bowie, and of course your fair share of Led Zeppelin. A drink was always in your hand and a smile plastered to your face, but that might have been because you were also, well, plastered. You drank wine, joined Poe and one of your childhood friends, Finn, in some shots. Rey dragged you off and popped open some champagne to toast to you and you never refused specifically so you could avoid Ben. Eventually, your dream came back to you and your chest got all bubbly and warm but not from the wine. The voice made you feel warm and welcomed and you couldn’t shake it.

A loud and booming voice broke your thoughts with a slur. “Hey everybody, gather round! We’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven!” You didn’t know who called it out but without thinking, you agreed. Everybody made their way to the living quarters from which the coffee table was pushed to the wall. A good fifteen people gathered around and sat in circle formation on the ground and the empty champagne bottle had been placed in the dead centre. “If anyone is unclear on the rules, just say so.” The unknown man called out. You didn’t pay much attention but Ben shuffled over and sat across from you with his legs crossed, a look of worry dawning upon him. To him, you looked carefree and relaxed. It pained him that you seemed to need the alcohol in order to feel that way but he let it be. There we very few people who didn’t play the game and Kylo- Ben- found himself joining in for reasons that you never would have expected. Normally you would have rolled your eyes and called him a pig, assuming he was playing in order to score seven minutes with you. His intentions were purely innocent despite what you could have thought. He played in order to keep you safe. He hated the idea of people taking advantage of you seeing as you were drunk. Despite the fact that it was a party with your friends, there were many people you didn’t know and some who dared attempt flirting. He worried but he would never admit it to you. Not with how you both interacted with one another.

               The first few rounds went by and many people came out of your cramped and dark closet beet red and flustered. Some were very drunk and some more sober than others but they’d all receive a round of cheers and applause over whatever band was playing. This went on until the champagne bottle landed on you and a giggle erupted from your throat. You were very drunk and were surprised that you didn’t see a blurry mass of bodies. You would not remember the night, and that was certain. You grabbed the bottle and let your gaze fall on the dishevelled punk before you spun it hard. Part of you prayed it wouldn’t land on him, but another part of you, a big and drunken part of you wanted nothing but for it to land on him. The bottle spun for what felt like an eternity until lit came to a slow halt in front of Ben. Your breath hitched as your eyes met his. You noticed how beautiful he looked in his nervous and jittery state and how attractive he appeared when he sucked his lip into his mouth. I wish his lip wasn’t the only thing he’s sucking right now. The thought ran through your head briefly before you extended your hand to him. With hesitance he took it and pulled you into the closet at which people wooed and cheered. You even heard a brief ‘GET SOME!’

               As soon as the closet door was shut, your friends started a timer and you wasted no time, pressing yourself to the large man before you. Startled he pushed you away gently but ran his hands down your arms and he slipped his rough hands into yours, giving them a squeeze. He pressed his forehead to yours and let out a shaky breath.

“Hey.” He whispered to you. You didn’t understand. You craved his lips and you wanted them on yours without hesitation. You wanted fire and fervency, desire and need. Deep down buried under a haze you knew it was the overwhelming amount of alcohol doing the thinking but you couldn’t help what you craved.

“Hey, beautiful.” You slurred and took him aback, placing one of his hand low on your hip. His breathing became a bit heavier and he started to get antsy. You pushed yourself closer to his body, the warmth calling to you and so you tilted your head up and placed a quick little kiss on his chin, frowning as he had started to pull back.

“(Y/N), you don’t want this. You’re drunk. I can’t do this to you.” He whispered and moved a hand to your face, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You’re going to regret it in the morning.” His voice broke but in your daze you barely noticed. A small laugh bubbled from your throat and Ben had to bite back a smile. His heart fluttered at your laugh and your smile. It ached for you as it had since the day he first stepped into the shop and since you had first kicked him out.

“Ben, just- just one.” You tried to kiss him again but missed and he pushed you to an arms distance away.

“(Y/N), no. Listen to me.” He noticed your eyes glaze over. Little did he know that you were dreaming of him, flashes of your hazy dream earlier playing in front of you. Bits and pieces- that voice, that warmth. You shivered at his touch and craved more as it dawned on you that his hands on your hips felt even better than in your dream. “(Y/N), please look at me” He pleaded as you hummed. “I can’t- I- I can’t kiss you. Not like this okay? How would you feel in the morning?” Ben tried.

“Mm, I’d feel pretty damn good. One kiss.” And you tried to throw yourself at him once again but he pushed you away once again. “Damnit, Ren, why the fuck won’t you let me kiss you?! You stupid and beautiful son of a fucking- god you’re irritating. Just let me kiss your stupid face you fucking dick. This is why I tried to hate you!” You exclaimed. Your outburst took him by surprise and he jumped back slightly, bumping his head gently on the top shelf of your main closet. “God, I knew I shouldn’t have allowed you to stick around. I should have kicked you out you- you-you bastard!” Sobs started to wrack your body and he pulled you close and shushed you, kissing the top of your head with love and care. “This is why I don’t trust pretty people, they’re no good. They’re- they’re only good for heartbreak.” Your muffled words lost in his shirt.

A pang of hurt ran through the man before you at the name you used for him. “Hey, hey, listen to me, in the morning, if you feel this way, tell me. I couldn’t live with myself if I did something to you against your will. You’re drunk. You’re very drunk and I can’t let you act upon impulse when drunk, okay? How would you feel if you woke up and found out we kissed? I can’t take advantage of you that way and it’s not just to you in the least.” He took a half step back and tilted your chin up so you’d look at him. “I care about you. I kept coming back to the shop because I hoped that I could tell you how I felt, and I know you kept kicking me out, I know, and I know I probably should have respected your wishes but I wanted to see more of you and I really really love seeing your hard work pay off. The second I step through the door to your shop, my anxieties die down and I feel at home and- and I love seeing your defensive stance against me. I love seeing you.” He whispers.

“Fuck off Ben…”

“Solo.” His voice cracked.

“Solo. You’re going to rip my heart out in the morning, aren’t you? Just like the last one did? You’re going to ruin me and you’re going to hurt me. You’re going to be like everyone else and you’re going to,” but Ben cut you off with a warm and welcoming hug. Love and sincerity flowed through it and he wanted to make sure you felt exactly that. He wanted you to feel at home, to feel loved and respected. He wanted you to know what his intentions were and that he genuinely meant no harm to you.

“I swear to you I won’t.” And with those words, the closet door was ripped open and the two of you were pushed out. Neither went back to the game though and instead, you sat away, giggling over music until the night of fun ended. With how hammered you were, you could barely walk and you slurred directions to your room. Ben had placed you on the bed, removing your jacket and making sure you were covered with your duvet in order to keep you warm. Through his worry, he escorted people out and made sure all the doors were locked before taking the covers and a few pillows from your couch and making it back to your room. He arranged himself on the floor but didn’t sleep a wink in fear that you threw up and died. Truth was that for a tough punk who had an image to keep, Ben had very high anxiety and the only thing that masked it was him acting high and mighty. He laid back and stared up at your ceiling, thinking of the happenings in your closet and how badly he wanted to press his lips to yours and smile against them until the night ended. His chest started to swell with warmth and so he slammed his head into the pillow. He wanted to puke, to punch himself in the face, to put himself out of his misery because he knew that when you woke up you’d have a distaste for him greater than what used to be.


Come morning, you barely peeled your eyes open, the small amount of light that seeped through your curtains blinded you. You let out a pained groan and pulled the covers over your head but before you knew it, the light was gone and you heard a deep and groggy voice address you.

“How’d you sleep?” You nearly jumped out of your skin but you also couldn’t help but have your heart hammer into your chest from the budding feeling of love spreading through it.

“You stayed?” You very slowly pulled yourself up onto your elbows and looked at Ben, brief memories of last night flashing through your mind. You couldn’t help but notice his incredibly attractive bed hair that you desperately wanted to tug on so you could bring his plump lips to yours. You noticed his pronounced profile in the low light and you couldn’t help but find it very enticing. You barely registered the nod that Ben gave you as your eyes landed on his lips, which he was chewing due to his anxiety levels. Could this be more frustrating? You closed your eyes. “Come here.” You heard him swallow hard and he slowly approached you, hesitant and twitchy. “No, like come here.” You instructed as he stopped by your bed. You gently patted the spot next to you, causing Ben Solo to eye you carefully before he crawled onto the bed, keeping a distance but placing himself beside you. “Thank you, Ben.” Sincerity pooled into your eyes as you looked over his face, his freckles prominent and gently littering it as if small constellations.

“I can get you something for your hangover if you’d like? I’ll make coffee, I’ll,” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him towards you. His hands shot out and he caught himself before he fell onto you.

“I remember what you said, Ben. Every word. I remember.” His breath hitched and he let out an almost inhuman noise. “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I acted like I did because I was afraid that you’d hurt me. I was so afraid to let myself love and to let someone love me that I put up my walls so high that I didn’t realise how awful I was being. I appreciate you and I appreciate you staying with me, the curtains, the offer for coffee, the- why did you stay?” You managed to muster. A bright red hue tinted his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. He refused to meet your eyes as he answered.

“I wanted to make sure that you didn’t throw up and die in your sleep.” His soft caramel eyes flicked to yours while your (Y/E/C) ones held his gaze steady. “I have a lot of anxiety.” He admit to you.

“You’re actually very kind, Solo. I’m sorry about how I treated you. I’m sorry I was so awful and that I called you a bastard. I- I actually, I set some of those chocolate pomegranate macarons aside for you. I- I thought it might have been a bad idea but I’m glad I did because…” Ben leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips through his smile and gentle laughter. You tried to kiss back but to your misfortune, he pulled away too soon.

“You saved some for me?” He laughed out. “You saved some… Here I was thinking you’d give them to me over your dead body.” He joked but you saw tears spring to his eyes and with that you grabbed his shirt and pressed your lips to his, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss. Your lips moved together with need and fervency. He wanted to show you his love and you wanted to prove the passion you had for him in return. You let Ben’s strong arms slide across your waist and hike up your shirt, warm hands making contact with your burning skin. It felt heavenly to you and you needed him closer.

“Ben…” You breathed out between kisses, hot breath falling across the lips of your admirer. You slid your hands into his soft dark hair and tugged on it gently, earning a groan from your counterpart. With a shaky breath, Ben let your name tumble from his lips and onto yours, pushing closer to you but remaining above the covers. You tugged at his hair once again causing his lips to mould against yours as if a completed puzzle. A rush of scenes from your dream exploded across your vision; the sweet voice, the hands splayed across your body, the comfort you felt, but most of all, the adoration that radiated off the man. “Stay with me?” You pleaded through kisses. Ben’s mind was racing, thoughts uncontrollable and emotions a whirlwind. He wanted this for so long and now that he had it, his body was buzzing from the high. He didn’t know how to process this event or how to react other than to emerge himself in it and enjoy it. It wouldn’t last forever and he feared that you’d change your mind.

“I wouldn’t dream of saying no.” Ben stated breathlessly as he pulled away from you and tucked your hair behind your ear. Another peck was placed on your lips but this time it was slow and gentle. He held himself up by holding your hips and pressing his forehead against yours. You didn’t understand how something so small could be so intimate and meaningful. “Let me make you coffee.” He practically exhaled across your face from how breathless he was. His heart hammered into his chest so hard that he thought it would genuinely rip itself from his ribcage.

“No, come to bed with me…” You suggested. “Please… That’s my birthday wish, Ben. I want to spend every moment of it with you.” You removed the covers in an inviting way and let him scoot under them. The immediate reaction that he had was to snake his arms around your waist, slipping them carefully under your shirt and pulling you to his chest. He let out a deep and pleased hum which reverberated in his chest and along with it a kiss was placed on your forehead.

“Get some rest, I’ll be here for you when you wake up, sweetheart.” You balled your hands up into his shirt and tugged gently, a smile plastered across your face and your pounding headache nearly forgotten thanks to the incredibly attractive man lying beside you and the pet name he used for you. It made you giddy inside despite how much you wanted to punch the smirk off his face when he had initially called you by said name.

“Ben Solo, I have to thank you for the most loving and memorable birthday.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Thank you.” You nuzzled into his chest and sighed out as you slowly drifted off to sleep. A smile graced your face as the groggy and deep voice whispered one last thing to you before the two of you fell asleep soundly in each other’s arms.

“I’m so lucky to love you.”

A/N: I will make a part two if you guys would like. It would totally incorporate the macarons that were spoken of! I think I like how this turned out to be honest but we shall see. I hope it’s what you were looking for @nightsofren 😊.

Toothbrush - L.H.

Okay…so I (obviously) got this idea from listening to Toothbrush from DNCE. I’ve also decided I want to update every Friday so every time I finish something, I’m just going to queue it up. Enjoy

Also…I know I said no more Luke pieces for awhile, but this literally came to me in class and I wrote it in fifty minutes so….


Luke woke up early from the sunlight pouring in through the window on the other side of the room, body still bare from the night before, the only thing covering him being the stupid little close to nothing sheet resting on his hips. His bright blue eyes fluttered open slightly, heart sinking as he sat up confused as to why the body next to him had disappeared at such an early hour of the day, the clock reading a mere 6:17 in the morning, no longer confused when he heard the toilet flush from the bathroom just down the hall…unless it was Ashton of course since he was the usual prospect that would be up this early in the morning.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, bringing his palms down over his face rubbing the tiredness from them slightly as he waited for his lover to return to the room.

“You’re up early,” she mumbled seeing him awake as she leaned up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest as she looked over the tired man’s features, a lazy smile gracing his perfectly pouted lips. She had on his torn Nirvana tee, the fabric falling to the tops of her thighs, and with the way she was leaning against the frame, he could see her favorite pair of navy blue panties from Victoria’s Secret. Her feet were still bare, probably having lost her socks in his sheets through the night, as she always did, even though she refused to take them off before falling asleep. He’d always loved her sense of style, but he always thought she looked best dressed in his shirt with no pants on laying in his bed.

Her hair was still a mess, sticking up slightly in awkward directions, most likely extremely tangled and in desperate need of a pound of his conditioner to comb out the knots before she left. Her eyeliner had run across the side of her face lightly and he was sure there was glitter on his pillows from her eye shadow as well, small love bites gracing the length of her neck, small enough for him to miss if she had her hair styled the right way covering them perfectly. It was a sight he always loved, even if she did look like a hot mess. She was his hot mess.

“Luke, are you listening to me?” she asked smirking slightly knowing he wasn’t. He never was when he was looking at her like that…not that she knew exactly what that look on his face was, but she knew it enough to know he was lost in his train of thought.

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he hummed leaning back against his pillows, arms making their way behind his bed as his muscles shifted slightly, eyes daring her to make her way back to bed with him, and she knew she would. “Close the door love.”

She did as she was told, feet padding softly against the dark, hardwood floors as she climbed into bed right over to him, swinging her leg over his hip so she was straddling him, as placed strategically against his pelvis, knowing damn well if she wanted to at any point in time she could change the entire mood.

“What were you saying?” he asked, hands making their way to her thighs rubbing the soft, bare skin lightly leaving goosebumps behind.

“I said I can’t stay long. I’m working at eleven,” she said running her nails down his chest lightly, up and down, over and over, Luke shivering slightly at the feeling.

“That reminds me..I need to talk to you,” he mumbled, hands slowly making their way to her hips as he ran his thumbs in small circles under the fabric of his shirt along her bare skin.

“What about, rock star?” she asked, brows furrowing together confused, not sure if she should be worried or not. Usually he’d just come out and say it, not making it a big deal unless it was something important.

“Well…I mean…we’ve been doing this for what…five months now…?” he asked stumbling over his words as she giggled slightly.

“Six,” she she said smirking slightly. “Where are you going with this Lu?”

“Well, I was thinking…that maybe you could like…leave some of your stuff here so when you do have to go in the morning you don’t have to leave so early…” he suggested making her heart melt as she smiled softly at him. “Like..maybe that coconut shampoo you have or your toothbrush…”

“And maybe some clothes considering I can’t really work in your tee and panties,” she teased as he blushed more. “You’re too cute, you know.”

“Are you going to answer me or just make fun of me?” he pouted as she leaned in pecking his lips quickly.

“I’ll bring them over when I see you tonight.”

play doh on hardwood floors, dark green carpeted staircase, boxes of soda by the door, floam slime, stickers on a coffee table, little fenced backyard, blue pool sparkling in the sunlight, summer cookouts, playstation 2, silly putty on newspaper, a navy blue couch, bike rides down the sidewalk, hoodsie cups, classic rock on the radio, 2003 car calendar on the basement door

i’m dreaming again. 
of embrace, 
dark blues,
and a shoulder to put my head.
I lean in, 
but wake up to a dog barking in the hallway.

Five hours until the see the apartment.
I text to confirm, and shower.
I’ll miss this. I’ll miss every piece of this.

I wear heels and pull my hair back into a bun. 
“What should I say I do for a living?”
I knock on the door and extend my hand,
“Hi, I’m Amanda, thank you so much for seeing me today.”
The landlord showed me two apartments.
The first one was enough to almost make my lungs collapse. 
Two small rooms, connected by a doorway and nothing else.
The bathroom was the width of the shower stall,
“Bathtubs seem like a waste if you’re not a bath type of person.”
i am, but I agree. I fake my way through the rest of the tour until he says,
“I have a second apartment to show you, but it’s about $100 more.
“I would LOVE to see it.”
We hike up the stairs, 
“It’s only about two and a half flights I’d say, I wouldn’t call it the ‘third floor’”
Shit, I don’t care. 
He opens up the door and it’s small. Comfortable I guess. Pale yellow that could drive me crazy. Closets, corners, outlets, lights. 
“The construction next door should be done any day now, and we’ve never had any problem with burglary.” 
oh good.
“I have to tell ‘ya, someone else is interested in the apartment.”
he looked to the floor, so I asked, 
“But what? they’re a troublemaker?”
“A musician actually. But he said he’s an independant musician, and I don’t know about him playing music in the apartment.”
Dark hardwood floors that would look great with light furniture. 
How would I get stuff up here?
I don’t have a bed.
I ask for an application. 
“Now I don’t want to rush you, but he is interested.”
He continued to tell me how much he and his wife love youtube, and let me know there would be no application fee.

i feel hopeless. Like I’m not ready to leave what I know. 
I could spend a million years feeling like a prisoner, if it meant I didn’t
have to make one hard decision. 

but if I close my eyes, will i see you there?

|What was mine| MYG

Hi, I’m finally finished with this request I hope you Like it.

Genre: Little bit of fluff and humor but mostly angst angst angst

Words: 4,545

Au: Bodyguard/Mafia

Pairing: Min Yoongi ft. all of BTS

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

Rain. Drops of water on the window. Grey clouds in the sky. Wind blowing so hard it whistles an unknown tune through the bedroom window. Living as a daughter of a billionaire who had at least 6 businesses had its ups and downs. Not being able to go out of the house without one or two bodyguards, paparazzi there every single step you take even if you are going to the doctors, they are there. It all started when it was the day of your 18th birthday. Your dad fired your old bodyguard because he was failing at his job. You sneaked out, got in trouble, almost got run over by a car, almost got kidnapped all in the span of 3 weeks. Your father says that it is a talent but you know that he is just sarcastic. Yoongi was a cold, ruthless, grumpy yet a very handsome grandpa as you liked to call him however 6 months later you have broken the shell to meet a soft, sweet and caring man who really just needed love and attention in his life add 2 more months after that a beautiful relationship between you bloomed.

Here you were two years later, a young 20 year old lady in a steady and loving relationship with your bodyguard. Of course your father knew, he always knew everything and luckily enough he was willing to give you his blessing and did not really resist although he did have a serious talk with Yoongi after you announced that you were dating for 4 months now. Checking your new iPhone since you dropped yours in the pool because of Taehyung and Jungkook last month you realized that it was 9:20 am and you will be late for your morning training session with Jimin. Rushing down you bid a good morning to the maids and chefs grabbing your water bottle from the fridge, a banana and rushing out the door into your car. It took 15 minutes to get to the training center since your father’s house… No more like mansion was almost in the middle of everything.  The center was always full of people doing their thing,so without paying much attention you went straight to the combat section where you saw Jungkook standing at the side and Jimin training Taehyung on the black and red mats. Combat was never Taehyung’s major he was a gun and sniper prof. Knew everything about all types of guns and promised to teach you all he knew. The Bangtan Boys were a protection squad that your father hired since a lot of competitors tried to do everything possible to ruin his businesses, centers and so on and so forth. Combat specialists were Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok and of course Yoongi.

Walking towards them you set aside your bag and bottle on the bench and heard a loud smack and there Taehyung laid on the mat breathing heavily. Jimin reached his hand out for Taehyung to grab and stand up, he patted him on the back and said with a gentle smile,

“You’ll get there soon enough,”

“Uh-huh soon enough, very soon like maybe in 20 years or maybe even longer also you sometimes remind me of a ballerina when you fight Taehyung,” Jungkook was always known for teasing anybody especially you.

“Let him be Jungkook, we all know that the only reason you specialize in Combat and Guns is because of Jimin and Taehyung,” You always had Taehyung’s back and he had yours, like that one time when you put blue ink into your father’s beer bottles, Taehyung took the blame for it and said it was for the boys to drink. How could you have known that he will offer his guests beer, who were his fellow business partners and investors?

“Aww tiny Y/N’s here to save the day,” Jungkook said in a cute whiny tone. Smacking his stomach he laughed loudly. Leaving to go to the Guns section with Taehyung to practice his skills you came up to Jimin and greeted him warmly. You had a very close bond will all members of ‘BTS’ as they like to call themselves that in a short form.

You cooked with Jin and always had a joke battle, dated Yoongi, read and had intellectual nights with Namjoon, Pranking and fooling around with Taehyung and Hoseok, sharing everything your worries and insecurities with Jimin, and always played games, pranked, and had a laugh with Jungkook.  Bangtan were one of the most people you can trust and were around you constantly.

“Let’s start?” he asked cracking his neck.

“Yep. I’m always ready to beat your ass,” you responded cheekily. Jimin’s training sessions were very lengthy. So 3 hours later you were breathing heavily sitting on the bench with a now empty bottle on water sweating buckets. Suddenly were handed another one and looked up to see who it was and there was the sunshine that always brightened everyone’s mood. Jung Hoseok.

“Thought you’d like another bottle, by the way you haven’t forgot our driving lesson right?” He asked with a smile on his face. Even if combat was Hoseok’s main power the number one out of most was driving. Yes driving he was always the designated driver, there were times where paps were following you in cars or when crazy “fans’’ drove after you, Hoseok was always having fun with flooring the pedal and driving past everybody giving them heart attacks.

Here you were 1 hour later on an empty road used for racing a long time ago.

“Now push the pedal…HARD!” You did just as he requested and the Audi R8 raced away leaving dust behind. “Now on the turns you slow down, yes slow no..! NO YOU SLOW DOWN AND TURN THE WHEEL!” reaching over and pushing the wheel to the left. “Do you want us killed?” He asked breathing heavily but you on the other hand were laughing your ass off.

“You aren’t that experienced to drift yet,” he said when his breathing calmed down.

“That was so much fun, now i know the feeling of adrenaline pumping through your veins,”

“Ayo!! Can we join your racing game?” asked a very well known voice.

“Hey jungkook, I’m doing fine thank you. You disrespectful brat,” voiced Hoseok looking at his right to a black Lambo which had Jungkook and Jimin seated inside. He started his engine and pushed his pedal and brakes to make his car roar. You and Hoseok switched seats and let the race begin. It was fun just driving and feeling free without worrying about what ifs or what will. Just have fun and remember to be careful Yoongi would say when you told him about you wanting to train and the driving lessons.

When you and Hoseok finished your racing session you headed home and met your father in the living room at the dining table.

“Hello, Y/N how are you doing this fine day?” without letting you answer he continued “ be ready at 6pm sharp today there is a ball fellow Cycles Jimm corporation is throwing a ball in there honor of finally opening.

“I don’t really want to go dad, it’s a ball, so many people I don’t know and I’m really tired after today-” You reason with him but

“No, today is very important not only for me but for the business we can find new investors. Anyway be ready.” and with that he left the room to answer a call. Stomping up the stairs you opened the door to your room and kicked the football that laid next to your bed. Groaning you jump on your bed pushing your face.

“I thought you hate getting in the bed dirty,” a voice said suddenly and made you jump out of your skin just like Tom would from Tom and Jerry. Jumping back and getting into position ready to fight, relief flooded your body when you saw that it was only your beloved Yoongi. Standing up and going to him to give him a hug you two shared a loving kiss which turned into a full makeout session. Resting your foreheads against each other you whispered

“I don’t want to go,”

“I Know you don’t but it is just one night, a few hours and you’ll be back here surrounded by me and those big, stupid, old enough idiots that still act like kids in elementary school, that cause a chaos,” This made you giggle what what made you laugh till tears were running down your cheeks was that after he said that a voice from the intercom scolded,

“Yah! First of all we aren’t idiots and do not act like kids. We just like to LET LOOSE AND HAVE FUN SOMETIMES! MAYBE YOU SHOULD TOO! and have respect I am older than you!” Jin aka your father’s tech and poison genius. He finished a medical university so he could poison everything even the tissues to blow your nose or wipe your mouth, and he could turn the lights off in the whole city in the matter of 4 minutes just for the heck of it. Little did you know that would be the last happy laugh coming out of your mouth for a while. A sudden knock on the door made you turn your head and yell a ‘Come in it’s opened’ The door cracked open very slowly and only a little bit which made Yoongi push you behind him and pull his gun out ready to shoot whoever is behind that white wooden door. The next the you saw was a cute, small, very fluffy puppy elevating near the door knob. The door opened and there was Taehyung standing with a puppy in his big hands. Squealing you ran, more like flew towards the puppy and took him out of his hands and started cooing at it and kissing its face.

“I know I missed your birthday a few months ago because I wasn’t in country at that time and I took time thinking what you wanted. So I thought and remembered how you were complaining about being lonely sometimes and got an idea of a puppy, since we are away at times and you could look at him as a representation of Bangtan.” he explained happily

“Teahyungie this is perfect thank you so much,” you were moved to tears and hugged him very very hard and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

Here you were a couple of hours later in a long dark grey dress that touched the floor with your white chanel heels and gucci bag. Diamonds on your neck, ears, fingers and hands sparkled when you moved. Your heels clicked on the dark hardwood floors in your living room. When you entered you received a ton of compliments from the members and maids. Yoongi looking around for the sight of your father and gave a kiss and murmured a ‘You look ravishing’ giving you another kiss on the cheek. All 8 of you were in the living room waiting for your Father. They all looked so handsome and classy in their black suits, clean slacks, shoes which you could see your reflection on them and hair styled perfectly. After about 10 more minutes of having small conversations with each other your father finally came down also looking very handsome and commanded who takes what car.

“Yoongi, you take Y/N, Jimin, and Hoseok in the Rolls Royce, Namjoon and Jin will take the Range Rover and Taehyung you can drive me and Jungkook there, alright let’s go!” he said enthusiastically not knowing this will be the last time he would be happy and see any of you again.

Arriving at the so called Castle of Bianca, a rich millionaire named his famous hotel after his stupid daughter who was nothing but a spoiled brat. You’ve met her a few times and she an exact replica one what you called a rich spoiled Daddy’s girl. Disrespectful, stomping her leg when she didn’t get what she wanted, whined when needed something, plus is 4 years older than you and you and your dad always made fun of her and imitated her behind closed doors of course. The only real thing that intimidated her was that your father was much more higher ranked than hers so she would keep her useless comments to herself most of the time. Yoongi walked to your right, your father to your left and Namjoon next to him. Jungkook and Hoseok in front of you and Jimin and Taehyung and Jin were all walking behind you.

All of these parties were fairly boring, if it weren’t for the boys and their comments about how everyone was dressed or how hilarious would that man look in that lady’s dress, heels and with the scarf over his bald head with red matte lipstick you would’ve probably fell asleep somewhere or look disrespectful while using your phone and not greeting anyone. After about an hour later when the food and new drinks started coming in, the feeling everyone had was uneasy. It was all too rushed and when Seokjin suddenly popped out of thin air and said carefully not to drink the bubbly fluid in your glass called Champagne. Seconds later the enormous glass windows burst and the sounds of shooting filled your ears. The glass pushed out of your hands by Yoongi as he started taking you out of there carefully to not get you hurt or injured, with a gun in one hand behind your back the other was pressing into his ear listening to the orders Namjoon gave him who at that time was with your dad and the rest of the boys. You turned your head back for a moment to see if Jimin, Jin and Hoseok were following you and thankfully they were also with guns in their hands in case anything else happens. Yoongi pushed you into the car and jumped right after you, Jin following him as Hoseok took the driver’s seat and Jimin was sat next to him gun out of the window.

“What? Who was that? Why did they- Where’s my dad!?” You were panicking and scared of what could happen next. Hoseok the driving maniac was not just over speed limit, the cops would not even have the chance to see the number plate because of how fast this man was driving his car.

“I don’t know know Y/N, just rela-,” Yoongi only tried to calm you down but that is not what you do to a woman who just witnessed a shooting, didn’t know where her father was and the rest of her friends. Suddenly a black Range Rover pulled up to the right side of the car and from the driver’s seat you could see Jungkook yelling something to Jimin for whom he responded with a nod and whispered something to Hoseok. Jungkook sped of and turned the direction while Hoseok kept driving straight but that did not happen for to long as another white car hit your side and everything went black after that.

Waking up, with a pounding headache you started to look around and noticed you were in some kind of creepy basement? maybe a warehouse?

“Aaahh, she’s awake, Hi sleeping beauty.” a very deep voice sounded from behind you. Not having the privilege of turning around since your hands were tied back around a chair you muffle a scream. Unfortunately not that loud because of the rag in your mouth.

“Oh you want to say something? Here let me help you,” You finally saw his face, a man in his late 40’s maybe like your father, disgusting, punchable face, fat fingers and creepy smile not like your father. He pushed the rag down and it fell down to your neck like a necklace.

“Get away from me. Where am I? And Who the fuck are you?”  You spoke angrily but still with a hint of fear laced in your voice.

“OOH! We are rude are we? Well, how about tea? Would you like some tea? No? Ok more for me i guess, ok where do we start.”

His story started off from the day he was born and his childhood. How he fucking played on the swings and got his first F on his test. Clearly he was taking you for a fool and taking his bloody time. Although when the time came where he talked about your father and the boys was where you wished he just continued to talk about his stupid plushie toy that was chewed up but his dog.

“Your father and I go way back, you see.” Have you ever thought that your father would be the most powerful and feared gang leader in the whole country? No. Have you thought about Bangtan, the boys you’ve grown to trust and love so much, being a coming up gang that was under your dad’s wing? No, you haven’t. This was a total shock to you and you didn’t want to believe it under any circumstances but do you really have another choice right now?

Lee Kang Nam, the man that almost touched your face pulled his hand away when he got called by an urgent young boy.

“What is it Yugyeom?” Kangnam asked irritated.

“They’re here,” breathless Yugyeom answered. Lee Kang Nam smiled at you and said “The party is about to begin.”

You were still in a chair, tied up but outside. You found out overhearing two boys one who was Yugyeom and the other one was Bambam(?) Not sure because Yugyeom called him over and you could barely make out what they were saying. There were huge containers and you could hear the waves crashing with the rocks. This was probably a transportation place where trading, transporting from one country to another happened by ships. There were about 20 people there talking quietly waiting for the ones who arrived to appear. You saw something grey for a little second on one of the huge containers. Immediately relief and tears flooded your body and eyes because that was the famous Sniper of Bangtan aka your bestest friend. Kim fucking Taehyung. In front you you and Lee Kang Nam your Dad and Namjoon appeared out of the shadows and moments later Yoongi and Hoseok from the right side, Jimin and Jungkook from the left and Jin again out of thin air was behind you trying you quietly untie the ropes. After he did that he handed you a gun.

“So, Y/F/N, we meet again huh?” Lee Kang Nam snarled.

“Indeed we do, leave my daughter out of this she has nothing to do with this,” Your father reasoned with him.

“Oh but she has, you see if we kill you she is the righteous heir to, all businesses, hospitals and everything else you own in this world, including the underground life of yours holding billions and billions of dollars associated with the selling of ammo and weapons, You see I just rather have all that to myself-” Raising his gun and pointing towards you.

“I said, LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS KANG NAM!” you never heard your dad yelling with so much rage in your life. With that he raised his own gun and fired shooting Kang Nam’s arm. A fight broke out and all of you just tried to kill as many as you could. Of course you have never done this but were trained since you were 12 to protect yourself and right now feelings and emotions could not get control over you. You thought you were winning as there were more of you now until many others showed up and joined in the fight. Everything happened in slow motion. Namjoon got shot twice in his stomach which made Jin run up to him and try to fight everyone else while putting pressure on Namjoon’s wound, the sound of Jimin screaming Taehyung’s name made you look to where he was just in time to see Taehyung’s lifeless body dropped down from the container, Jimin was too distracted to notice one of Lee’s men aiming at his leg and a second later a shot of pain ran through Jimin’s thigh. Shock takes over your whole body, witnessing the death of your best friends. You almost came back to your senses when you dropped on that floor because somebody pushed you down. You looked up and saw Yoongi with his gun shooting the man you almost took your life, but he was a second too late and the next thing you saw was Yoongi being shot. Your dad let out a strangled cry and also fell to the ground. You ran up to him and pulled him away from the fight into an open container.

He looked into your eyes and said “2709, Remember that, that is the code to the safe in my upstairs office, just sign those papers and everything is yours. I love you so much my beautiful beautiful daughter. You always made me so proud. I will look after you from above ok? My precious little bug, You are so grown up now, please take care and know what is wrong and what is right, who to trust and not to trust ok? I love you so so much. So much” He whispered the last two words and touched your face one last time. You screamed so loud the pain taking over your whole body and with that the shock quickly left your body and the only thing left was sadness, pain and anger. The gun in your hand was up in the air and shot four guys right in the head, they fell to the ground and you shot two more with Jungkook’s help and a call of retreat was sound and all including Kang Nam fled to their cars and drove away only leaving dust. Dropping on your knees crawling to Yoongi, hands shaking taking one of his cold ones in yours.

“Funny how it is right? I wanted to tell you so much more but I guess God had other plans-” Yoongi started tears dropping out of his eyes slowly.

“Shhh we’ll get you patched up right? You aren’t leaving me you can’t I don’t allow you Yoongi please” Crying you tried to reassure him, yourself probably. The wound was too deep and very near to his heart you knew it, he knew it.

“I promised you and your dad to always keep you safe and protect you right?” he choked up reaching into his pocket pulling out a black velvet box with a very beautiful ring inside it.

“If this were other circumstances would you say yes to me?” he was whispering because it was hard to talk properly for him already.

“Yes, yes I would, even now.” you cried even harder as he wore the ring on your finger.

“She said yes.” He looked into your eyes giving you a slight smile and then closing his eyes and releasing one last breath his hand going weak. You screamed so hard, so loud, you went numb. You just sat and cried and then crawled to Taehyung and Namjoon’s body and held their faces in your hands. Kissing Namjoon’s forehead and Taehyung’s nose he always giggled when you did that. Going back to Yoongi you gave him a last kiss and rubbed his cheek. You crawled to your dad who was just a few feet away and took his hand in yours and kissed it. Your shaky hand reached to close his eyes and kissed his forehead and cheek. Stroking his hair you cried so much two of the most important men just left your life. Jin picked you up and took you to the car. Their bodies were taken as well and you all headed to the place you called ‘home’.

When reaching home it took you awhile to get the courage and go to your father’s office and open the safe you got the papers and signed everything. All of it was rightfully yours now and you had a lot of power over everyone. The was also a few letters to you. Just from a father to a daughter that got you to tears. There was apologizing for working too much and neglecting you sometimes, loving, caring, and funny words all directed to you. Love so much love a father can offer but it was more than enough for you. Letters from me to you Y/N. You sat there in your room crying with all the letters and your new puppy just laying with you knowing that this is what you need right now.

Listening to people speak about your father, Yoongi, Namjoon and Taehyung got everybody to cry and at the end you were standing in front of the 4 coffins, you touched each other them and then sprinkled fresh soil over them. You put one thing on top of all of the coffins that was meaning to your heart. You put a knitted sweater with a ‘world’s handsome and funniest father’ you bought your dad for his birthday that should have been after a few later on your dad’s black coffin, on Namjoon’s coffin you put yours and Namjoon’s favorite book you always talked about and read together on winter days with hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, on Taehyung’s coffin you put Geochang’s collar, it was a very meaningful present from him and you thought he would like to be close to the puppy since he never really played with her and you. You named the puppy Geochang because Taehyung was from there and it was a very beautiful and amazing place to spend your vacations, in his parents house who were very nice people. All of Bangtan and you and your father would always go to Taehyung’s hometown and spend holidays especially christmas. On Yoongi’s coffin you put a letter and a hoodie.  A letter that had all your feelings and dreams written in it also a present on your anniversary next month and the hoodie was always one of his favorites on you. World’s greatest business man and Loving Father, The best Leader and Planner of all, The Sunshine of everyone’s bad days, The most fearless and strongest person.

Standing at a high green hill overlooking the ocean and ships, the grey sky was sad and angry just like you were and was on the verge of tears. A warm hand touched your shoulder and a man’s voice asked  the same voice that you would recognize anywhere just like that time at home through the intercom “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out “But this is only the beginning, the started something they wish they didn’t. I will get my revenge and kill them all. They shouldn’t have touched what was mine.” you said calmly almost too calm. A gust of wind blows behind you and surrounds you making you smile. “Yeah dad, don’t worry I’ll be careful,” you whisper quietly. You turned around walking back down the hill but another rush of wind blows right in your face making you look back at the ocean “Goodbye. My savior. My bodyguard.” you smiled and walked your way behind Jin.

Something There Part 6

Okay it’s finally here. I’m pretty nervous about this chapter so I hope you all like it. =D

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 8406

Warnings: *whispers* I’m sorry…

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five)

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Classes with Alexander for the past week had been tense to say the least. It hadn’t taken long before John and Hercules had began to notice the tension hanging between the two of you at any given moment. Angelica had been beside herself with excitement when you had told her Thomas had invited you to be his date to the gala. You were on your way to go shopping for dresses today; her treat. It had taken three days of convincing before you finally relented and agreed to let her buy you a dress. You had tried to argue that it wasn’t necessary and had asked to just borrow one of her old dresses, much to her horror.

Your conversations with Thomas had been short as well. You had barely seen him in the past week, he had gone home to Virginia to settle the details of his family’s donation for the gala and that suited you just fine. After your accidental confession to Alexander in the park, you were hesitant and nervous to talk to Thomas. If there was one thing you were going to make sure didn’t happen, it was accidentally letting Thomas know about your feelings. A task which was incredibly difficult when he called you and told you how much he missed you. His voice had been soft and held none of the arrogance it usually carried. It had dawned upon you that this was a voice that seemed to be solely reserved for you. Just the way he said hello made your heart race.

Your outburst had been as much of a surprise to you as it was to Alexander. Not only had you admitted that you were in love with Thomas, which was something that seemed so obvious to you now, but the things  Alex had said he heard from Aaron Burr also were lurking in the back of your mind. You distracted yourself and pushed down your nagging fears by focusing on the task at hand, finding a dress for the gala. You looked out the window of the cab as it traveled downtown inching it’s way through the traffic. You had thought classes had been tense, until lunch yesterday. Glaring you tapped your fingers along the worn seats with anger bubbling under you skin as you thought about what Alexander had done.

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Christmas Comes Early

Summary: Your mom forces you to go to a premature holiday party that you would rather not attend. To your surprise, you end up meeting one of your favorite actors, Jared Padalecki. 

Word Count: 4520 (oops)

Warnings: Smut!, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (female receiving), somewhat public sex, casual drinking, cursing

A/N: There’s a first time for everything! I’ve never written Jared before, but this fic came to me in a dream. Hope you guys enjoy! As always, like/reblog/send me some love if you enjoyed! Tagging some people at the bottom I think may enjoy(:

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Y/N, for the hundredth time, yes you have to come to the party. I’m sick of making up excuses for why you don’t come to events with us.” Your mom sounded so exasperated over the phone, you could practically see her rubbing her temples. Your parents wanted you to come with them to your mom’s best friend’s holiday party around an hour away from your apartment, and you weren’t exactly feeling like going on your first free Saturday in a long time. Plus, the holidays were still three weeks away. Who has a party this early?

“Jake’s not going either!” Throwing your younger brother under the bus wasn’t a classy move, but you grasping at straws here.

“He has a tournament a state away. He can’t help that.”

“But Mom, I don’t think I have time to drive out there. I’m so busy,” you countered.

“You realize we share a Netflix account and that I can see that you’re forty-five minutes into a Black Mirror episode, right?” Shit, caught, you thought. You tried to think of any other excuse that could keep you firmly rooted to your couch for the rest of the weekend, but came up short.

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Something wretched about this (so precious about this)

For anyone that missed it on AO3, here is the Klaroline Valentine one shot I wrote for @thetourguidebarbie. Includes Succubus!Caroline. Title from From Eden by Hozier.

Caroline despised being indebted to anyone.

              Being in such debt to a vampire of all creatures was even worse.

              For millennia, the vampires had been a bane to Caroline’s kind.  They became addicted to the touch and taste of a Succubus so easily, and it typically resulted in a shortened lifespan for the succubus in question.

              But Katherine Pierce had once saved Caroline’s life, and so was – begrudgingly – owed a boon.

              “Distraction.” She ran a finger around the edge of her cup.  It was a latte – a rather delicious latte – but the taste was marred by the fact that she was there with a creature that could choose to go for her throat at any moment.  “That’s all?”

              “That’s all?” Katherine raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow.  “Well, I could try and make it more complicated… but I figured that being a distraction to Klaus Mikaelson would be difficult enough.”

              “Is Klaus Mikaelson supposed to mean something to me?”  Caroline took a sip of her latte, watching Katherine over the edge.

              Katherine eyed her in return, a slow smile that Caroline knew better than to trust curving her lips, but… this would get rid of the damn favor.

              “He doesn’t need to mean a thing.  So you’ll help me?”

              “Tell me what you know.”

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“Nerves” an Olicity One-shot

Okay so @charlinert I’m fairly certain you had a birthday today and you’ve been so wonderful to me that I felt I should do something to celebrate the gift that is you. I haven’t written in a long time so hopefully it’s not too awful! 

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Nerves…

Frayed endings of jumbled emotions floated through her shivering form as the minutes ticked by like tiny grains, of endless hills of sand. She shifted her blue eyes towards the clock. The small minute hand slipped past the thick black lettering of the looming 11… her heart fluttered, her body shuddered and, her lips quivered.

The larger hour hand of the clock slowly slipped even further over the less daunting looking 7…

She pressed her thumb pad along the kitchen counter; the ridged edges of her fingerprint steadily drummed along the black, porous surface while her vision shifted between the clock and, her suddenly oversized front door.

“This is supposed to be the easiest thing I’ll ever do…” she quietly taunted with heavy tones of disdain for her own lack of self confidence.

The plan was simple. She at the time thought the idea was stupendous…. Although after about four glasses of wine almost any idea sounds incredible. Oliver had treated her to yet another incredible dinner… and she’d treated him to desert. They’d been lying together, their arms and, legs were entwined so she could hardly tell where he began and she ended. She could still smell the sweet, slick sweat of their hot, writhing bodies as she softly closed her eyes and, mulled over the moment where she’d truly lost her mind…

It was a simple question, hell it was one he’d asked after each date… Felicity let out a hollow scream as the words floated through her irritated mind for the tenth time that day…

“So are you ready for some of those mayoral functions now?”

He said those same words at the end of each date and, usually she’d laugh before their greedy lips met in a dance that usually led to their third helping of “dessert”. Unfortunately last week instead of making love one more time she’d instead led them down a very different path.

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The BMC boy friends barista fanfic nobody asked for

Yep you heard right a fluffy boyf riends coffeeshop!AU which you can find on AO3 or under the cut!

Name: The way he looked like they were best friends    
Rating: General
Fandom: Be More Chill
Ship: Jeremy/Michael(boyf riends)
a college/coffeeshop/internet friends/no squip AU
Summary: Jeremy and Michael have been best friends since they met each other while playing a shitty game online.
Even though they have never met each other they tell each other everything, that includes meeting the cutest barista they have ever seen.

Chapter 1/?

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concept playlists

you and your signifigant other are sitting on the steps of the lincoln memorial at 11pm. the coffee in your hands is warm. you’re in love, and ready to take over the world.

your a high-priced assassin who kills for the hell of it, but the money certainly doesn’t hurt. 

staring out the window of your high-rise apartment in manhattan, that may or may not be paid for with dirty money. a champagne flute in hand. the city lights glitter as you smirk at your faint reflection. 

you and you’re best friends are driving down a deserted city street. you have your head sticking out of the sun roof, hair whipping behind you. screaming the chorus’ of songs on the radio without a care in the word. 

crisp notebook pages, book shelves packed full, dark hardwood floors, and the drive to be better

Etched Hearts & Broken Parts

Chapter 2:

“Why won’t you meet him? Come on~ I really like him,” you try to whine through the phone. You hated whining to try and get your way, but most times it worked.

“No, I’ll meet him sometime later. I don’t want to… Now stop asking me!!!” she yelled quickly hanging up the phone so you couldn’t protest anymore. You knew she was angry because she rarely yelled at you, but you had no inkling why.

You had just wanted her to meet your boyfriend, and she had been putting it off for six months. Excuse after excuse, and you were really getting annoyed. I like him though, what the hell is your problem. Can’t you just meet a guy I like. Maybe she was trying to insinuate that you shouldn’t date anyone that wasn’t your soulmate. She knew what your “soulmates” were though, she knew that the likelihood of you meeting them and having them was into the negatives when it came to chances. So why is she so adamant about not meeting him?

You looked up from your phone to try and see him through the crowd immediately spotting the man who really resembled a lost puppy on the street. He was wearing an oversize navy blue and gray color block cardigan with a pink white ombre shirt, gray jeans and plain white tennis shoes. His hair was parted to the side and stopped right before an extremely large scarf enveloped his neck. You had joked about that scarf while you were shopping one day, saying it was cute because he looked fluffy and warm in it. You never expected to see it around his neck today.

You were clad no differently yourself. You wore black straight leg jeans to try and hide the size of your hips (which didn’t really work because you are mostly hips and thighs), black ankle boots, a white sweater, matching burgundy beanie and scarf, with a black and white plaid coat on top. You were the matching cozy winter couple.

You giggled as snow began to fall which caused the man, who was still looking for you even though you were five feet from him, to become frantic. You giggled once more as you leaned forward and grabbed his arm.

“Yixing~!!!”

“Oh? _________!”

                                                                                        ~ * ~

You looked up and saw him and for a moment he looked just like he did back then, but your eyes adjusted. He seemed to be calling your name, trying to get your attention probably, but you weren’t paying attention, you just brushed past him and went out the door of the building, quickly hailing a taxi to take you anywhere. You didn’t care, you just needed to get as far away as possible.

                                                                                    ~ * ~

“Where are they Jongdae?” Yixing said as he burst into the studio. He had tried to run after her, but she had already hopped in the taxi and was most likely on her way home. At least he hoped.

He walked in to see Jongdae, two very stunned men, and a woman and another man were talking very loudly asking each other questions.

“Xing! Did you catch her? Is she ok?” Jongdae ran up to him as he walked in.

“She took off, I don’t know where she’s going,” Yixing said as he looked to the two men at the back of the room. One of them had snapped out of it and was walking towards him, while the other stood still in his place.

“What do you mean she took off? Where is she?” the man asked. At least, it was worded as a question but sounded more like a command.

“I don’t know, but it’s none of your business. You’ve done enough,” Yixing growled at the man. He usually wouldn’t be so angry or bold, but this guy just got under his skin and he knew exactly why.

“None of our-” he scoffed, “She’s our soulmate!”

“She’s not your anything!” Yixing yelled back, not noticing the other man had come up beside them. “She is ours and we’re not gonna lose her to the likes of you.”

Jongdae tried to grab Yixing and pull him back. He had never seen the man angry before and truthfully, it was kind of scary. “Xing, I don’t know what’s going on ,but you need to cool it-” Jongdae said but was quickly cut off with Chanyeol grabbing the now furious Jongin and practically dragging him out the door.

“And you. You don’t even want her. I can see it in your eyes,” Yixing said before Chanyeol could get Kai all the way out. “Don’t you dare come near her if you can’t even stand seeing her name on your wrist.”

                                                                                        ~*~

“Ma’am, you need to get off,” the man said as he stopped in front of the beach. “We’ve come all the way to Busan from Seoul, and I need to get home.”

After you paid the man and thanked him you practically slid out of the taxi and onto the ground. You didn’t know where to go at that point. You just wandered for a while, still dazed at what had happened. You found yourself plopped down on a bench in front of a large apartment building. You had followed a couple of people to the spot and sat down to watch the event unfold in front of you. There were a few dozen people standing outside the apartment building yelling and holding signs. You assumed it was a protest, though you weren’t positive. The voices kept jumbling together making them incoherent.

You reached in your pocket for your phone, only to realize you had left it on top of the cables in the studio. Great. Just perfect. She is going to kill me.

You walked toward the crowd thinking that one of them might know where the closest bus stop was. As you walked closer, you started to understand what they were saying and you fell to your knees.

“Chanyeol, Kai! I’m your soulmate!”

“I have the tattoos look!”

“It’s me! I can totally see them right here!”

“Move lady! We’re trying to see them here! You’re in the way!” One guy said as he grabbed your wrist and pushed you out of the way. The newly formed marks on your skin were still sore, so you let out a yelp as you were practically pulled out of the way.

You walked around trying to find a way to get to a bus station and as far away from the building as a possible. A black BMW coupe screeched to a halt as you came around the backside of the building. The windows were almost pitch black, and when a man stepped out of the passenger side, you turned to try and escape but he had come up and grabbed your wrist to try and stop you.

You let out a yelp and pulled away, “Why is everyone trying to grab my wrists! It hurts!”

“Who grabbed you?!” Jongin yelled.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you mocked back.

“Jongin…” Chanyeol growled as he exited the car, trying to calm down his soulmate.

“Not my business? I’m your soulmate!” Jongin yelled back.

“You don’t know that!” You yelled back both trying to get him off your back, and to attempt to convince yourself of what you knew was a lie.

Jongin sighed as he pinched his temple, “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be… Just come inside and let’s talk.”

“That’s not a good idea Jongin,” Chanyeol whispered as he came up beside his lover.

“She needs to rest,” Jongin insisted, “And we all need to figure this out. Please… just come inside and clean up ok? Let’s uhm… put some ointment on that.” He gestured to your wrists which you were now holding with your hands to try and soothe the ache.

The apartment was just as you pictured for two rich male celebrities. Sleek light gray walls with high end amenities, dark hardwood floors and floor to ceiling widows that overlooked the Busan skyline. The first floor seemed to house the dining room, kitchen and entertainment system, while the second floor looked to hold a dance studio on an open balcony and a closed off room. You could tell there was a third floor, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was used for. Probably the bedroom, you thought.

“The bathroom is in that corner,” Jongin explained. “We’ll just sit here and wait for you to get done.” Jongin said as he took a seat at an extremely long dining room table. You didn’t know why two men would need such a long table, but you also figured it was none of your business. I’m the mistake, I shouldn’t question what they do. It’s not my business.

You finished washing your wrists and just stared at the new “tattoos” that formed earlier that day. Once you turned off the water, you heard the men talking amongst themselves.

“What are you expecting to happen?” Chanyeol wondered.

“I don’t know,” Jongin deadpanned.

“You’re wrong if you think I’m going to accept this,” Chanyeol warned. “She’s going to ruin everything.”

“She’s our soulmate, Chan,” Jongin emphasized. “She can’t ruin it, she’s a part of it.”

“She’s not for us. She’ll never be a part of us. I’m never going to accept something like this. Have you seen her? What would we do with her?” Chanyeol almost pleadingly begged. “No. I’m not going to do this. I’m not going to be a part of anything like that.”

You tried to quickly make it to the door without them seeing you but right when you opened it, the ding of the alarm went off. Both turned to look at you. No one said a word but both pairs of eyes looking at you seemed to speak volumes. One begging you to stay, the other begging you to leave; maybe for your sake, maybe for his, you couldn’t tell. But you knew, the latter was right. You didn’t belong.

“Listen,” you began, “I know how disappointing it must be for your second soulmate to be someone like me. I don’t know you guys, but he’s right. I don’t belong here. It’s not you guys, it’s me. I’m the mistake. It’s just best if we leave it at this. Goodbye.”

You closed the door behind you as you tried not to cry. You didn’t know them, they shouldn’t have meant that much, but why did it hurt so bad?

                                                                                   ~*~

They stared at the door for what seemed like forever, until Jongin turned to look at his soulmate who potentially just ruined both of their lives. “You need to fix this.”

Pancakes

Request:
You should do a Percy one with the “why don’t you come over here and make me” thing. You can decide the rest. I would hope it’s shmexy. Danke

A/N- As soon as I read this I was squealing (≧∇≦)I’m trying to change up my writing style and become more descriptive so let me know what you think! Chu~

Cabin Number- C/N
Mortal Parent- M/P

Summary:
Pancakes are a special treat that you treasure greatly and when someone eats your pancakes things get personal, maybe too personal?

Rated F/M for Fluff&Mature Content


Waking up in your own bed was strange after you’d been sleeping on the top bunk in cabin (C/N). You can’t lie and say that it wasn’t better than lying there staring at the moonlit wooden ceiling for hours while listening to Tae- Your half-brother- hold full conversations in his sleep; His conversations were loud yet funny to listen to at times when your brain would not shut down during the late hours. Fresh air swept through the open windows, the wind picking up the scent of pine and rustling your hair against the pillow.

However this morning was something you missed very much, “Pancakes.” You mumbled as you blearily rubbed the sleep away from your eyes. You let out a sigh of contentment at the smell of your M/P’s homemade pancakes, the scent if home and security from your younger years flashing in your mind. You shifted your curled position towards the window and let a small closed lipped smile spread across your face. This is something that you treasured after every hard summer at camp, training for battle and brushing up the knowledge you had forgotten over the breaks.

The familiar sound of your M/P’s voice calling out your name through the bedroom door which was followed up by a gentle knock on the white painted wood, “Y/n! Pancakes are on the counter when you decide to grace us with your presence.”
You grinned at their usual silliness that you inherited from them, nostalgia washing over you and taking you to a complete state of nirvana solely based on happy childhood memories.

You swung your legs out of the white sheets you’d slept in and let your bare feet hit the cold, dark brown hardwood floor. You winced slightly at the harsh bite of the cold against your warm feet and stood up with a stretch of your arms. You straightened out your black spaghetti tank top and tied the strings of your grey sweats that had come undone while shuffling over to open the door and head to get breakfast. You walked down the sunlit hall to head to the kitchen that still smelled faintly of the bacon and pancakes that was cooked minutes before you’d awoken. You pushed your hair up into a messy bun with a hair bow that always stayed on your wrist and shifted your eyes between the counter with the pancakes and the table where your M/P sat eating some bacon they had snatched up from their plate and checking their emails on their phone.

“Morning, I’m here to grace you with my presence finally.” You said with a smirk and a casual walk towards your beloved pancakes to snatch two from the plate next the stove, pulling a glass plate from the cabinet. You plopped the pancakes on the plate and slid the plate over across the table to sit across from your M/P as they looked up with a grin, “It’s so good to see my little girl under this roof again. Eat up because Percy’s going to be here in a few minutes.”

You stopped pouring syrup over your Golden food and gave your M/P a confused look, “I thought it was just us today? You know, catching up and spending time together…”

“Well something came u-”

“Something always comes up when I come home! It’s like the fates want us to grow apart!”

A stern look appeared on your M/P’s face as they spoke, “Now you know that’s not true, I’m sure the-”


Knock Knock Knock


The sudden sound of a fist hitting wood echoed through the home and stopped your bickering. Your M/P stood up and straightened out their work clothes before striding over to the door to let the visitor in.

You rubbed your temples in frustration, the happiness achieved earlier had now been replaced by the sheer frustration of how cruel life is being to you; 3 months away from home without any contact, surrounded by demigods and going out to face dangerous monsters. This is how you’re rewarded.

Percy’s greeting could be heard from your seat at the table, your heart thumping and leaping at the sound of his cheery voice. Although you felt happy to have him here you just couldn’t help your bad mood.

A kiss found it’s way on your left temple, “Hello sleeping beauty~” His smooth voice seemed to lift not only your head to look at his figure, but your spirits as well. Your eyes raked over his tall stature in a observant way.

He was wearing some black sweats, a plain red t-shirt, and some black converses to match it all in some boyish way of fashion. His ebony black hair was a little more messed up than usual due to lack of combing, and his sea-green eyes held a sleepy look that screamed that he was just as tired as you and probably woke up minutes ago.

“Obviously checking out the merchandise.” He said, snapping you away from your observing, “Take a picture if I’m that hot.”

You glared at him, silently challenging him with your eyes, “Maybe I will. This probably be the last time you look good for a long time.”

Your M/P chuckled at Percy’s dropped jaw and waved their hand to gain attention,“ I’ll just grab my keys right quick and I’ll be gone. No funny business while I’m gone..”

You nodded at their words and stood up to kiss Percy, the pancakes long forgotten along with your hunger. You leaned on your tippy-ties and kissed his now pouting lips slowly. Smiling at him and tugging on his hand to follow you to the living room to sit on the couch.

You found a seat on the tan sectional couch, followed up by Percy sitting down beside you and pulling you into a cuddle. A shuffling and clicking of shoes was heard behind you while you two cuddled close,“Bye guys! I’ll be back around 6 tonight, order some Chinese if you need something to eat.” Your M/P called out from near the door,“ Love you!”

The door shut behind them, leaving you and your boyfriend in the house.

Alone.

It’s not like you’d never been alone with Percy before, I mean you two go on dates and missions together all the time. It’s just that this time felt different… Maybe it’s just that it’s a house you live in and anything could happen. Percy leans forward to pick up the remote and turn on the tv in front of you both, flipping through the channels until he was satisfied with a comedy sitcom. You sighed and cuddled into him a little more than you already were, “Will you be okay while I shower right quick?”
Percy turned his attention from the Tv to you, “Yeah I’ll be okay.. But I could always join you instead” He said with a stupid smug look on his face. You rolled your eyes and pushed off the couch to stand up,“Yeah okay.” Percy’s head shot up along with his eyes widening,“R-Really?” He stuttered in shock, you’d never said that before.

“No you moron!” You yelled with a following laugh. You shook your head and walked to your room the pick out your clothes before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

Percy let out an annoyed groan and slumped back down the couch, pulling a fluffy fur cover off the back of the couch and covering himself in it. It was very nice to just relax again and not have to worry about monsters and wars for once, to at least try to feel normal was a favorite by most demigods including himself at times. Although for now he just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, to watch movies, make memories, crack jokes, and touch you.

He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t say that he- like every guy- has urges. He mostly refrained during camp and missions, taking care of things himself like he usually does. There were times where you two were intimate, but only two or three times in with span of the two years you’d been together. Most guys wouldn’t be down for that kind of relationship with that low of a sex life, but Percy wasn’t in it just for sex, he was in it because he loved you.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around your body and immediately went to brush your teeth and brush your hair. After your mouth tasted like mint instead of morning breath and your hair was brushed and pulled up in a bun once more, you decided to pull on your clothes. You decided on wearing a light blue t-shirt with black writing that said, “It is what it is” which matched well with black leggings you wore. Finally satisfied with your look of bare face and comfortable clothing, you stepped out to face your boyfriend.

You stepped into the living room only to met with the sound of Who Framed Roger the Rabbit being played on TV. You furrowed your brows and stepped warily to the kitchen where he stood at the counter with a smile.

He was eating your pancakes.

“What the Hades! Percy those are mine, my M/P made them for me!” You whined like a small child who has gotten her toy taken away. Percy chuckled and raised an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you, “Who said they were for you? He/She could have made them for me and not told you.” You let out a groan of irritation and pointed your index finger at him with a fixed glare on him,“ Put. Those. Down.” He stared at you, feigning an innocent look while taking a huge chunk of the golden food and shoving it his mouth, “ Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

You marched over and grabbed the plate from his grip before angrily slamming it on the counter. Percy chuckled and fought to keep the grin from stretching across his face, you were cute when mad… But if you’re furious that’s when you’d be more scary than cute. You shoved him down to the floor and straddled him and held his wrists down above his head, “Those were my pancakes, Jackson.” You growled at him, unknowingly pushing your clothed heat against his groin. Percy let out a small moan at this pressure against him, which made you aware of your actions. With a devilish smirk you grind your hips down on his to create a friction for the both of you,“What’s wrong?” You ask when you see his eyes close in bliss, your voice sickly sweet.

To tease a little more you let go of his wrists and got off of him, deciding that if he wanted you then he’d chase after you. Percy sat up quickly and looked after your sauntering form retreating from him, “Hold on, where are you going?” He questioned while standing up, obviously turned on. You glanced at him over your shoulder and kept walking until you got to the point where he couldn’t see you anymore if you continued on,“I’m going to bed now because I want to. Is there a problem?” You smirked at him once more just to gauge his reaction. Percy shook his head and started waking towards you, “The only problem is that you’re a tease and being really mean on purpose. I want to spend time with you and that’s that.” He stopped a few feet away from you and gave you a stern look, him being turned on obvious because of his tent in his sweat pants. A mischievous glint gleamed in your e/c eyes.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

That sentence was enough confirmation for him to charge towards you, you barely catching the dark lust in his eyes before you were swung over his shoulder and carried to your room. You hardly had any time to register the fact that you were about to have sex with your boyfriend for the first time since the end of last summer. You wished you two could be intimate more often, but sadly it was nearly impossible at camp and here at home. It was either parents or monsters always interrupting the mood with their presence and finally there was no one to stop either of you.

Percy laid you down on your bed and crawled on top of you, his right arm holding up his weight on the left of side you. His slowly dropped his mouth to yours and capture your lips in a gentle yet heated kiss, just enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. With his free hand he softly traced along the inside of your thigh, slowly closing in on its true target. You felt a trickle of arousal start to pool between your thighs at his featherlight touches, trying to distract yourself from that fact by threading your fingers through his messy locks and pushing your breasts against his chest which made him growl into the kiss and slid his tongue teasingly on your bottom lip before biting it tenderly. You moaned at the teasing move and let Percy slip his tongue in your mouth and tangle with yours.

Your mind was racing with a constant monologue of, “Ohmygodsthisishappeningwhatthehadesrespondtohimyouidiot” and your heart was creating a gymnastics routine in your chest. Your need for oxygen getting close and more desperate than your need to be touched.

Percy must’ve sensed that because not even a few seconds later he pulled away from your lips and tugged your shirt over your head, throwing it over his shoulder and behind him. He brought his lips down your jaw line, your neck, your collarbone. He slowly sucked your skin, licking the bruises he knew he was leaving behind. You bit your lip in effort to suppress an airy moan, hands snaking up to rub his shoulders and neck as the muscles beneath as they tensed beneath your touch. Percy lifted his head to admire the purple forming across every place his mouth touched on your smooth skin. His usual welcoming sea green eyes now seemed like a dark hurricane boring straight into your very own e/c eyes with lust and want.

You bit the corner of your lip and let your eyes flick down to his clothed chest, tugging on the materiel and slipping your hand underneath to feel his toned chest beneath your digits. Taking the hint that you wanted his shirt gone, he threw it away to join your own somewhere, leaving him exposed to you. You stared in awe of his body before you got desperate to see it all, It had been too long since you’d seen him fully exposed. Your hands clumsily fiddled with the string tie of his sweats and pulling them down quickly to reveal his strained, grey boxers.

You eyed his erection greedily until a chuckle made your gaze snap up to Percy’s face where a smile adorned his lips before he started to hook his fingers in your black leggings and tug then down, “Now were fair and square.” He commented quietly, taking in your matching set of lacy nude and royal blue undies and taking a particular liking to the thong you sported. He carefully crawled back on top of you, making sure you weren’t being crushed by himself. Looking down at you, Percy bit his lip and smiled slightly, “You look so sexy, babe,” He dipped his head and planted a kiss on your lips, “I love you.” He reached behind you and removed your bra.
“I love yo- AHH~!” You moaned loudly as his perfect lips wrapped around your nipple and that sinfully skilled tongue flicked over it. His fingers started playing with the other one, and you moaned out his name. A shiver ran down his spine when he heard his name come out as a moan, and it made him harder.

You could feel it.

His erection pressing against your thigh and nearing your heart with every little move of his body. You needing bucked up your hips against his with a small whine leaving your lips. Percy groaned and decided to get straight to it all seeing as he wouldn’t make it for too long. He lifted his lips from your nipple and brought his lips to your mouth, his tongue meshing with yours. Once oxygen was becoming a problem, he pulled away and trailed wet, open mouthed kisses down your abdomen and down your panties. A sweet moan dripped from your lips and sounded like bells from Elysium had just rung in his ears. He kissed over your needy and clothed core before hooking his teeth around the strap line and dragging them off with his teeth. You gasped and almost screamed out when his tongue suddenly flicked over your clit. You bucked your hips unintentionally as he pushed his tongue into you. You gave up trying to suppress your moans as he rubbed his tongue all around inside you, lapping up all of your juices. He retracted his face from between your legs and returned his attention to your aching nipples. You were in sensory overload and were a complete moaning mess.
Then his finger suddenly breached your entrance.
You screamed in pleasure and bucked your hips every time he slowly thrusted in. Then he added a second finger, but moved even slower, seeing the discomfort on your face. Then, when you had adjusted, he added a third. You were quickly becoming a mess.

Percy looked up at your face to try to read your feelings, but alas your face was a mixed emotion of pleasure and discomfort. It had been sometime since you were active so he understood and continued on slowly until your voice moaning out his name was ringing throughout the room. He quickly discarded his boxers and crawled back up to be face to face with you.

His face hovered over yours for a second. “Are you ready?” You nodded quickly, and after grabbing a condom from your beside drawer and slipping it on, he positioned himself at your entrance. Then, the one thing you had been waiting for, the one thing you had been craving began to slowly push inside your body.
He moaned out, “Schist , baby. You’re so tight. You feel so good. You’re so perfect.” His words were music to your ears.
You closed your eyes in concentration and tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you, to be completely honest, it hurt.
Noticing your change almost immediately, Percy was quick to check on you, “Are you okay?” His voice genuinely concerned.
You nodded and murmured a quiet, “Go ahead,” to him as consent.

“Babe…____ we can stop if you want,” He caressed the side of your face, “Do you want to keep going?” You nodded sharply. He hesitated for a moment and continued slowly until he was hilt deep.
You two stayed in that position for what seemed like hours. He kissed you everywhere his mouth could reach to try to take your mind off the pain. Slowly but surely, the pain turned into a dull ache, and you said you were ready.
Percy brought his lips back to yours and you allowed his tongue to enter. Then, he slowly started moving out and back in. It took a few gentle thrusts, but eventually your pained moans turned into pleasured ones. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as he started thrusting faster and faster. He suddenly hit one spot and you screamed out, “There! Shit right there, Percy!” You were moaning loudly and screaming out his name as he hit that spot over and over again. You clawed at his back leaving red marks, but you didn’t care. And you knew he didn’t either.
Then you hit your climax. You screamed out his name again, and he moaned yours out loudly as your walls squeezed tightly around his member, and he reached his climax and came. He continued to thrust into you as he rode out his orgasm, and then collapsed on top of you.

He rolled off the condom and disposed of it in the trash before crawling back onto the bed with you. Sweaty bodies cuddled up together and pants mixing in with the others.
Percy stroked the side if your face, sweeping back stray hairs as he did, “Are you okay? I know it’s not your first time, but you still had me worried about you…” He admitted.

Your eyes sleepily opened to meet his in what felt like a daze, “
It’s been a while since I’ve been touched so of course it’s gonna hurt similar to the first time.” Percy nodded understandingly, yet his face still held worry. Typical Perseus Jackson.
You lightly pinched his arm, making him yelp and glare at you, “Why’d you do that?” He whined.
You grinned at his cuteness and closed your eyes, drifting off as you answered,

“Because you’re a moron who cares too much.”

“Love you too.”

Running from the Past: Chapter 8

Summary: Female!Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escaped a year and a half ago without being seen when the Avengers attacked the Hydra compound she was kept in for 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She has decided to stay with the Avengers in the hopes they can help her retrieve lost memories.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 2,549

Warnings: Language, violence/fighting, traumatic past (mentions of torture/experimentation), angst, slow burn

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read my writing! You guys are the best.

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Originally posted by buckybarnesaddicted

“You’ll stay in my room, with me” said Bucky from the other side of the couch.

You were sure you didn’t hear that right. You looked from Bucky to Steve who gave you a half-grimace, to Wanda who gave you a half shrug-half nod of encouragement, and then back to Bucky, who raised an eyebrow at you expectantly.

“What the fuck, guys.”


You stared at them all incredulously.

Wanda rolled her eyes. “I told you she would react this way,” she said to Steve and Bucky.

“Well, of course! What kind of half-assed solution is that?” you asked them all angrily.

“Alright, hear us out, (Y/N),” Steve said, eyes begging you to stay calm. “First off, putting you with one of us lessens your chances of hurting others. We’re the most capable people in the base of stopping you if you regress… But Bucky has the best chance of keeping you from hurting yourself. The Infiltrator listens to him- He can stop an incident before it really begins, if it comes to that,” Steve said, willing you to consider the proposal.

You stared past Steve to the wall, thinking about it. Per usual, the Captain was right… but you didn’t want to agree. Something about being near Bucky seemed to flip your entire world on its head. You were scared about what would happen if you spent more time around him- maybe that you would turn into a Hydra agent and never turn back.

“Trust us. Please,” Bucky said, bringing you out of your dark thoughts. You turned to look at him. He was staring at you evenly, but something in his eyes made you nod your head slowly, almost without realizing it.

Steve sighed in relief and you saw Wanda relax out of the corner of your eye. Bucky’s lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners, unable to completely hide how he felt about your agreement.

“Thanks, (Y/N). We’ve already set up a cot in Bucky’s room. If you’re worried about losing control, FRIDAY’s been ordered to thoroughly survey the door to your room and the surrounding hallway, just in case. If anything happens, she’ll let us know,” Steve said as he began gathering up the pillows and blankets.

“Thanks, Steve,” you said, throwing him a small, genuine smile. Wanda rushed over and snagged the pillows and blankets out of his arms and levitated what she couldn’t carry in her arm next to her, instead.

“I can handle this. Would you like to handle the mess we’ve made of the snacks so that they can go get her moved into her new room?” Wanda asked, giving you a sly wink as the men exchanged glances. You raised an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes at you again. She gave you a look that said your slowness annoyed her.

“Sure thing,” Steve said, gathering up the mass of half-eaten chips, candy, and drinks.

You turned to Bucky. He motioned to the hall behind him with a tilt of his head. You swallowed. Here went nothing.

As it turned out, most of the personal rooms were near each other. You saw name plates on each, recognizing Wanda’s by sight as you passed them. However, Bucky’s seemed to be slightly separate from the rest. You wondered why that was. Steve didn’t make it sound like they’d moved him on account of you. He punched a code into the number pad on the door and, with a click, it slowly swung open automatically.

Bucky’s room was sparsely decorated. The king-sized bed barely looked used. The surfaces were spotless. The dark hardwood floors didn’t have a single scratch. Display shelves lined one of the walls. They stood suspiciously empty. Bucky saw you eyeing it.

“I kept my guns and knives on that wall. They thought it might be best to move them to another location for now,” he explained, looking at your back as you studied the room.

“Because of me,” you said, sadly. You spotted the cot next to the bed. As far as cots went, it looked comfortable, you supposed. There were pillows and blankets folded neatly on top of it.

“Yeah,” he said, unable to see the way your face twisted in shame.

“Sorry,” you said quietly.

To your surprise, he let out a small laugh. “Don’t be. I needed to update the setup anyway. You actually did me a favor. Wanda had them moved out in minutes,” he said. “So, what do you think?” he asked, motioning to the room.

“I expected more black,” you said, turning your head to smirk at him.

“Ah, how you wound me,” he said, smiling as he clutched his chest for dramatic effect. He smiled at you before walking into the bathroom. “Hey, they got you a toothbrush,” he said, waving it at you from the doorway. He glanced back into the bathroom. “And it looks like FRIDAY had someone deliver some shower supplies, along with more towels,” he informed you.

“Thanks, FRIDAY,” you said. To your surprise, her Irish brogue didn’t respond.

“Oh, yeah. FRIDAY isn’t allowed to access my room without my express permission,” he said, appearing in the doorway.

“Why?” you asked. Wouldn’t it make sense to have you supervised?

“I like my privacy,” was all he said, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door.

You shrugged, turning to examine the rest of the room. You spotted a large bookcase with neatly shelved books- the sight of which made you clap a hand over your forehead.

“Shit, I forgot Wanda’s blanket and books in the cell,” you said, remembering how you’d run out without a second look back, leaving the books abandoned. You turned on your heels and walked quickly towards the door. Bucky shouted the security code at you just before you turned the handle. “Got it! Be back in a minute.” It didn’t even occur to you that he trusted you enough to let you go alone.


You dropped Wanda’s blanket and books off to her, promising you’d come talk to her about them when you wanted to borrow one, and marched back to Bucky’s room. You’d thought about taking the books back to his room with you, but didn’t want to risk it. You had a feeling Bucky would tease you mercilessly if he found out. You punched the security code into the pad and walked in after it opened. To your surprise, Bucky was sitting down on the cot, bed made neatly under him. You noticed he was writing in a book. So those were journals on the shelves, after all.

“I thought the cot was for me?” you asked, walking over to sit on the bed. You wanted to ask him what he was writing about, but knew better.

“The bed’s too comfortable. I never use it. I usually sleep on the floor, instead,” he said, turning a page as he looked up at you through his long lashes.

Your heart fluttered and you threw yourself back on the bed to avoid his gaze. You weren’t sure, but you thought you heard him chuckle.

“Is that a military thing?” you asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hmm,” he said, thinking about it for a second. “Yeah, I ‘spose. I think it’s also from my time as the Soldat,” he said. He sounded as though his thoughts were miles away. They probably were. It was so quiet you could hear his pen scratch against the journal’s paper.

“It took me five months to get used to being in a normal bed again… after Hydra,” you said. His pen stilled. “Saved me some money at first, though. The ground’s a lot cheaper than all the parts of a bed,” you said, trying to make light of the situation.

“Hey, the ground’s a five star hotel compared to Hydra,” he said, the unmistakable smile in his voice making the joking tone even more apparent.

You chuckled softly. It’s nice to know someone else who understands, you thought.

You heard him close the journal. A second later, he appeared in your periphery as he stood up.

“Alright, sweetheart, bed time,” he said, walking to the bathroom. “Get changed out here while I brush my teeth and change in the bathroom,” he said. He pointed to the dresser on the other side of the bed. “Your new clothes are in there.” Without another word, he shut the bathroom door.

You scooted across the bed, threw your legs over the side, and pulled open the dresser drawers. It was filled with generic clothing. You grimaced at the underwear. You’d have to go online shopping as soon as possible- these were a travesty. Looking up, you spotted another dresser against the wall- on top of which was a set of neatly folded pajamas. You got up and walked over to it. Lifting up the shirt, your suspicions were confirmed. It was definitely Bucky-sized. You rolled your eyes and picked up the rest of the clothing, determinedly ignoring the boxers you definitely saw between the folds of the loose pajama pants. You were about to knock on the bathroom when it opened a crack.

“Hey, (Y/N)-” he stopped, startled, when he saw you standing there. He was shirtless and you saw the scarring where his metal arm met flesh for the first time. It looked painful. Something bubbled up in your chest- anger? Where did that come from?

He saw where you were looking and closed the door a little more. You snapped your attention to his face and held the clothes up to the door.

“Thanks,” he said, smile tight.

“Forgetful old bastard,” you grumbled, turning away.

You didn’t see the way his eyes widened at what you’d said- you’d already turned away to rummage through your drawers and pulled out a change of clothes.

He came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and tossed his dirty clothes into a hamper by the door.

You walked into the bathroom. You skipped a shower- you’d had one earlier- so you quickly brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas- a black tank and a pair of loose, soft short shorts. You walked out of the bathroom and threw your dirty clothes into the basket by the door from all the way across the room and by some sort of miracle, they actually made it into the hamper.

You turned to Bucky, excited and ready to brag about your achievement, but the look he was giving you made the words die in your throat. You saw his eyes flick back up to your face almost guiltily.

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You felt your cheeks heat and turned away, refusing to look at him. Your heart beat erratically in your chest.

What was with that look? It was… intense, to say the least, you thought to yourself. You dared a peek over your shoulder, but Bucky had rolled over and was facing away from you.

You relaxed a little, but you felt… disappointed?

You sighed at your own confused thoughts and walked around to the side of the bed without the cot next to it and crawled under the blankets. Even though he said he didn’t use it, the bed smelled undeniably like Bucky. Instead of setting you on edge like you thought it would, it actually calmed you.

“Goodnight, Bucky,” you said quietly.

He didn’t answer for a few minutes, and you assumed he fell asleep.

You were well on your way to unconsciousness when he responded. “Goodnight, (Y/N),” he said softly. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he said your name.


In the days that followed, you had a couple memories trigger. Apparently, the first one you triggered had paved the way for the others to return less violently. You still couldn’t remember the first, though. All of the memories that returned had been of your life before Hydra. You’d remembered a fluffy brown dog, a black-haired little girl you assumed was your best friend as a child, the faces of your parents, and others. Sadly, little of the information told you about yourself personally. You didn’t get a name or any idea of what you liked or how you acted. It was all detached, as though you were watching it through someone else’s eyes. Still, memories were returning. It was progress.

Wanda was excited whenever you remembered something and checked your mind often to make sure all was well. She also quickly became your best friend. You’d never gotten attached to people in your years in New York. It was too risky for both them and you. Besides, how could you make friends when you changed your appearance like most people changed clothes? But Wanda, being powered as she was, didn’t care about yours. You had a surprising amount of things in common, too.

One day, your possessions from your apartment arrived. Agents had to be sure the area was clear before they could risk retrieving your things. Everything had been thoroughly checked for bugs and tracking devices before you were allowed to have it. You proudly showed off your book collection to Wanda, who, bless her heart, agreed to keep all of them in her room. You knew she was mostly doing it for herself- your collection was vast- but you were glad it wouldn’t have to be kept in Bucky’s room. If Wanda’s books would have embarrassed you, your own collection would shame you beyond redemption.

You were happy to have your own clothing back. You threw the underwear they gave you into the trash shoot unceremoniously. Sam caught you doing this and said he’d blackmail you with it one day. You promised if he tried you’d dig up everything about him until you knew more about him than he did. He backtracked, trying to say it was a joke, but you stared him down. He began to sweat a little bit under the pressure until you broke out into laughter. He’d groaned and given you a friendly punch on the shoulder when he’d realized he’d been had.

You saw Bucky less than you thought you would. He seemed to be avoiding you again. It hurt you more than you’d care to admit.

You were getting back from a jog with Steve (he’d slowed down a lot so you could keep up, bless him) when your second huge memory triggered.

You opened the door to your and Bucky’s room. A quick glance around told you he wasn’t in. You stripped down on your way to the shower, tossing your clothes into the basket as you went. After a quick shower, you returned, flopping down on the bed in exhaustion. You let out a deep sigh. You’d be feeling that run tomorrow. You turned your head to look around the room and spotted something you’d never seen in the room before sitting on the bedside table. A tablet? It was a small one. You shot a cautionary glance at the door before reaching over to pick it up.

You propped your head up on your elbow and tapped the screen, which lit up. It wasn’t a tablet- at least not one that held personal information. You raised an eyebrow- it was music. According to the screen, it controlled the speakers in the room. You shrugged. Music might be nice while you relaxed. You pressed the play button, continuing whatever Bucky had been playing last.

A mellow jazz track played loudly over the speakers and the pain the likes of which you’d only ever felt one other time in your life exploded inside your brain.



Chapter 9

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One More Time~Olicity Hiatus Fic/Season 6 Spec Fic

Hello all! So this time I’m doing two Hiatus fics. This idea just sort of popped into my head after all the wedding talk from the Nashville HVFF invaded not only my head but dash as well. As always thanks again to @thebookjumper for organizing this event. It’s truly an honor to see so many writers creating such amazing work for this incredible fandom. 

Prompt: One More Time

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One More Time

Oliver didn’t hear the soft patter of his small feet until the tone of an innocent voice shattered the quiet of the dimly lit room.

“Oli…” his voice broke as Oliver’s shifted his crestfallen eyes. Oliver smiled slowly at the mop of light brown hair.

“You caught yourself that time,” he teased making his sleepy eyed son grin with ease.

His eyes flickered down to the floor when a small, “Yeah dad I did,” floated through the shy smile that nearly matched his own.

Oliver remained seated at the small kitchen table with one of Felicity’s laptops in front of him. The screen was covered in green lines with small dots of red and, yellow hovering back and forth over the cities borders. He folded his fingers around the handle of a half consumed cup of coffee. William remained at the opening of the hall. His nervous toes tapped over the dark hardwood floors. The hall light was on above his head; the light casting over his messed hair highlighted the innocent frown lines upon his small face. Oliver tipped the cup towards his lips then muttered lowly, “Did you have another nightmare?” before the tepid coffee slid over the lump in his throat.

Williams’ small fingers curled over a small piece of crinkled paper. His twinkling eyes remained shrouded by the shadows around the highlighted crown of his head. Oliver placed the cup on the wooden table silently. The computer before his face flashed but, did nothing to send him toward the partially open window. His son’s lip seemed to quiver before a rushed, “Was she your one?” came floating through his nervous mouth.

Oliver’s fingers fell together over the soft keys’ that she’d once touched while his forehead fell into the created net. “Yes but there’s no was because she still is,” he softly admitted while the sound of crinkled paper floated through the air.

Oliver shifted his head so his temple was resting over his joined fingers. His blue eyes met his son’s nervous ones before they slipped to his shaking hands. He pointed with his gaze towards the small object that seemed to be the source of his son’s unease. “Wanna tell me what’s bothering you? Or would you like to show me?”

William gave him one of his rarely seen heartfelt smiles before looking down over his knotted hands. “Mom…” he sighed with more sorrow than anyone should ever know, “always said, that everyone had someone.”

Oliver’s pursed his lips silently then nodded before a small, “And you’re wondering how I’ll move on if she was mine?” escaped past his tight throat.

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