first time making an omelete and i am the most happy


Summary: Realization strikes you once you’re suddenly overwhelmed by your feelings for your roommate, blaming yourself for being so clueless all along to see what was really infront of you.

Word Count: 1,931.

A/N: Enjoy this Roommate!Bucky fic I decided to come up with. Surprisingly, I really like how it came out. Hope you enjoy! And as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 13


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

It took you a full minute to process what the words said and meant.

Then you panicked.

You were out the bedroom door in seconds, running down the hall to the nearest door. You pounded on the wood, hoping against hope that there was actually someone behind it. In such a large place, you knew it was entirely possible that you were the only one on this side of the house.

After a few seconds, a sleepy and confused Taehyung opened the door. “Park Jimin, if you do not have a very good reason—Oh.” He finally opened his eyes and looked at you. “What’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but when no sound came out, you just shoved the note at him. He reacted much faster than you had, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Where was this?” He asked carefully. “Do you know who wrote it?”

You shook your head. “It… It was under my pillow?”

Taehyung didn’t wait to hear anything else, taking off down the hall. There was a rushing in your ears, and even though you were vaguely aware that Taehyung was yelling, you weren’t sure what he was actually saying.

Seokjin was the first to respond, walking out of a room in a bathrobe looking thoroughly irritated. The annoyance vanished from his face however when he registered what Taehyung was saying. You followed the two deftly as they made their way to the giant staircase. Namjoon must have heard the commotion, as he made his way quickly up the stairs towards the three of you, followed closely by Jimin and Jungkook.

They formed somewhat of a circle, their voices becoming more hushed. You hung back, not sure that you wanted to know what they were discussing. You wished they would suddenly turn around and tell you that it was all a joke, that they were just messing with you. But when you saw the grim expressions on their faces, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“What on earth are you doing?” You heard Yoongi’s voice from behind you, and turned to see him stepping out from a door not far down the hall. His hair was damp, and he had a towel slung over his shoulder. “Don’t you people sleep?” He frowned as he walked closer, assessing the situation. Everyone had stopped talking once he made his presence known, and the silence was deafening. “What?” He asked suspiciously as he approached.

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I Am An Alpha Ch 16: Luhan

I swing the blade in my hand a few times, making sure the hilt is tied on tight. Jimin is a few yards away from me stretching and mimicking my actions with his own sword. The atmosphere around us is on two completely different ends of the emotion spectrum, my pack is grinning ear to ear, ready for the match about to go on between the younger boy and I. On the other end my mates look like they are about to have a panic attack. From the frustrated pheromones they are putting out I’m surprised the others haven’t woken up, though I’m thankful they haven’t. I doubt they would be as easy to convince to allow me to do this.

I glance over my shoulder at my older mates, Kris, Minseok, and Luhan have their arms crossed over their chests, faces set in a death glare, ready to jump out and murder anyone who makes one wrong move. Yixing is ringing his hands nervously. Though they are absolutely pissed about this they know not to stop me, the youngers I realized yesterday are blinded by their possessiveness and their alphas. But the elders’ understanding only goes so far, hence the sheaths.

“Are you ready Chimchim?” I muse playfully, bringing my sword up.

He grins, “Are you Hyung? It’s been awhile, I don’t think you are as good as you used to be.”

“We shall see.”

He comes at me without any hesitation,  I jump out of the way, letting him stumble past me and glare at me over his shoulder. My blade swings on either side of me, I hum mindlessly, teasing the younger. He whips around and again charges at me. This time I move slower letting my sword hang lower, nicking his ankle and sending him stumbling into the snow. I chuckle, “Chimchim, were you really teasing me? When was the last time we actually spared like this? Come on use that weapon like you were trained to! You are making a fool of Hobi’s training.”

He snarls and throws his sword down, his fist clench as he resets his shoulders, his eyes fixated on me. Now things are getting serious. I mimic his actions discarding my own weapon and crack my knuckles. Tired of waiting for him I run at him without warning and tackle him to the ground. We roll in the snow, focused on our match but that doesn’t stop us from laughing at the sudden shock of the snow against our backs. Jimin manages to get on top but I get my knees in between us and keep him from getting close to my neck. Fangs pressed against the neck is the automatic win, neck bared is the automatic out. I an mot baring my neck to this kid so that leaves me only one option, but first I need to get the upper hand which shouldn’t be too hard. Jimin is a strong kid but he’s too eager so when he tries to lean closer to my neck I am able to flip him over and position myself on top.

“So close!” I cheer as I lean down and prepare to nibble on his neck but suddenly I ripped away from him. Everything is moving so fast but I hear Jimin yelp and see him being dragged away by Namjoon. “What the hell!” I roar.

Kris is fuming, “You can’t mark anyone else!”

“What?” My brow furrows.

“You…You… An alpha can only mark your mate! You marked me so you can’t mark anyone else!”

I scoff, “I wasn’t going to mark him. It’s how you win, I’m not an idiot I know I can’t mark just anyone.”

“Wait a minute,” Minseok comes into the conversation, “She marked you?”

Kris’s bashfulness about the subject is completely gone, “Yes! She did! Because I am her mate!”

“I think we should go,” Namjoon pulls Jimin to his feet.

“But we haven’t been able to talk,” I whine.

Luhan appears next to me and places a warm hand on my shoulder, “They can come back later since this little spat is our fault. Kris needs to calm down so it would be best if they weren’t around, okay?”

I nod.

“Feel free to return later in the afternoon, around dinner time, by then everyone should be prepared for your visit, thank you for bringing her things,” Luhan says politely. My pack nods before handing my bag over to Minseok and heading back into the forest. When they are gone Kris turns me around in his arms and buries his face in the crook of my neck, his lips brush against my mark. I sigh and wrap my arms around him.

“So jealous,” I muse.

“I stop myself, I’m sorry. I just saw you going for his neck and my wolf roared to life, I had to stop you.”

I chuckle, “It’s okay, no one was hurt, our fights are getting much better.”

“We should go inside. You are going to freeze to death out here like that,” Minseok advises me.

“I have a giant attached to me, I can’t move very far,” Without a word Kris scoops me up, never removing his face from my neck. “Why do they have to come back so late?” I ask Luhan as we walk back inside.

“Because, little wolf, we are going into town today so you can get some things.”

“Into town? Really?” I grin ear to ear at that.

Yixing is smiling back, “Yes, are you excited?”

“But before we go out we should get you something to wear out. Baekhyun or Minseok hyung are the most likely to have things you can fit,” Luhan scans the older man.

“I’ll go check, give me a minute,” Minseok heads out of the living room but comes back for a moment, “Should I wake up the others?”

Yixing sighs, “Probably, tell them to get dressed before coming down.” Minseok nods before rushing up the stairs. Kris drops down on to one of the couches with me straddling his hips.

“Your heart rate has gone down,” Luhan notes.

Kris peeks out from his hiding place, “And?”

Luhan puffs his chest, “I want to hold her.”

“A few more minutes,” The younger mumbles.

“The others will be here in a few minutes, I just want her for a moment.”

Kris groans when I pull away from him, “You got me all night. I haven’t had a chance to see Luhan hyung.”

Luhan offers me a hand that I happily accept. “You are so cold,” He automatically pulls me into a tight hug. “We aren’t having a big breakfast today so lets go get you something to eat and something warm to drink, huh?”

“Sounds good.”

He leads me into the kitchen where he has me sit down at one of the stools as he moves around the kitchen to get some hot water going in a pretty tea kettle. He pulls some machine out of the cabinet and plugs it in. I watch on the edge of my seat as he grabs some bread and places it in the machine. I narrow my eyes on the silver contraption as I try to remember what it’s called; I know what it is. Luhan moves away from it to the stove where he begins heating a pan.

He is focused on cooking and suddenly I don’t care about the machine, a chilly air surrounds me making me wrap my arms around myself. Why the hell is it so cold all of a sudden? The realization dawns on me and I frown. I jump off the stool and shuffle towards where Luhan is making an omelet. He doesn’t notice me until my arms are wrapping around his waist from behind, he jumps at first but settles into my embrace.

“You seem very affectionate today,” He notes softly, one of his hands rests over my mine.

“It’s the bond,” I explain with my face buried between his shoulder blades, “If you guys are too far away I get really cold. Kris said it went both ways but I guess not.”

“It goes both ways, don’t worry, I am just so afraid that I’ll hold you so tight I’ll snap you in half or scare you away,” He moves his finished project off the heat and turns around in my arms and holds me tight. “Oh my sweet little wolf,” He purrs in my ear, “I just want to eat you up.”

My face burns bright red, “Hyung!”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry, I told you I would scare you.” He lets me go to finish getting me breakfast. I watch as he pours me tea and butters the bread. “You can sit back down, I’ll be right over,” He shoos me to my seat. A moment later he comes over with breakfast enough for two, the omelet is made beautifully, rolled perfectly and cut up into bite-sized pieces. He sits down next to me and eagerly pushes the food closer to me, “Please eat.”

“Thank you,” I bow my head to him and use the chop sticks he got for me to eat a piece of the omelet. He sips his own tea as he watches me eat. “It’s delicious!” I beam at him.

“I’m happy to hear you say so! I’ve never been the best cook so make sure to let Kyungsoo know you like it, okay!”

I nod, “I will, you should eat some too!”

He complies and eats a few pieces, alternating between that and the bread.

A moment later I remember what I was trying to figure out earlier, “What is that thing called?” I point to the machine.

His brows furrow in confusion, “The toaster?”

I nod, “Toaster! Of course!”

“I guess you probably did use those either.”

“You would be right.”

“So probably don’t know about coffee makers, blenders, and things like that, do you?”

I shake my head, “Nope.”

“We are going to have a very exciting day,” He muses. “Have you ever been in a car? Or at least seen one?”

“I’ve seen a few but never been in one. They scared me for awhile but now I’m really interested in them. Namjoon has a few old books on them so I know about older models.”

“Well lucky for you one of my most prized possessions is an older car, would you like to see it?”

“Yes!” I jump to my feet.

“After you finish eating of course, sit back down little wolf.”

“But Hyung, come on!”

He chuckles, “Okay, okay.”

“Who was cooking?” Someone questions joining us in the kitchen. It’s Kyungsoo and Chanyeol.

The giant bounces up to me, “Good morning little wolf!”

“Good morning Hyung, you seem excited this morning.”

He smiles wide, “We are going out today, I’m really excited to show you everything.”

“You have too much energy for it being so early,” Kyungsoo growls, pushing the older out of the way. “Good morning Insoo-ya,” He surprises me by placing a kiss on my forehead. “Are you hungry?”

I shake my head, “Nope! Luhan hyung made me breakfast.”

His large eyes go wide, “What?” Not just him but Chanyeol as well. “Luhan cooked for you?”

“Yea, it was really good,” I beam at the oldest.

“Spit it out right now!”

“Soo!” Luhan whines, “It was good! I swear!”

“No! The last time you cooked you got half the pack sick so you try again by feed our mate?” Kyungsoo snarls. “I am the only person who will be cooking for her, Insoo please eat something else, maybe it can cover up whatever he made.”

“Hyung I’m fine really, thank you…”

Suddenly my stomach starts to groan.

“Luhan, I told you!”

Hope this shows the boys playful side a bit, next chapter they will be having fun out of the house so I hope you are looking forward to it! I will update Bad girl tomorrow night!

Smoaked 6/6

Summary: Felicity and her young daughter Molly move to Star City to escape a stalker ex-boyfriend.

This is the final chapter so I’d like to thank you all so much for your amazing comments and kudos! I am so grateful!! Thank you so much for proofing @almondblossomme!

All chapters are available on AO3.

                                        Chapter 6: Happy

When the team stormed the room, Sheldon and Williams opened fire. Luckily, there were no fatalities but Oliver did get a flesh wound on his arm.  At the end of the day the mission was considered a success and Sheldon and Williams were in an ARGUS prison awaiting trial.

Oliver texted Felicity:

Oliver: It’s over. We got them.

Felicity: Please tell me you are alright

Oliver: Yes, minor wound but will be home soon

Felicity: Come home to Molly and me

Oliver smiled. He was a little worried when he first typed home but it seemed he and Felicity were on the same page.

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anonymous asked:

How about Nat and Bucky not being used to signs of affection so Darcy goes all out on dorky couple quirks; love you notes, blankets, (burnt) breakfast in bed, etc.

Thanks for this prompt, nonny! I LOVED it! I really liked this ‘verse. I hope you like it too!


The first time Darcy serves breakfast in bed, Natasha and Bucky look at her like she magically grew horns. They sit there, under the large fluffy duvet, with eyes bulging out of their attractive heads, and they don’t say a word. Darcy puts the tray down on the bed and shuffles her feet.

“I know I kinda burned the toast, and I still haven’t really learned how to use your coffee grinder, but…” she shrugs and tries to laugh it off. Maybe Russian assassin don’t like breakfast in bed? Maybe they prefer canned beans and vodka? Okay, she probably shouldn’t say that out loud.

“You… made breakfast in bed?” Natasha is the first one to speak, her green eyes still unusually large.

“Yup,” Darcy pops the p, and shrugs again, “I knew you guys had a tough night last night, and I wanted to do something nice. I promise not to attempt omelets next time, the kitchen is kind of messy…” her voice trails off, because Bucky looks like he might start crying.

That’s when it clicks.

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Why   /part 2/

Part one

I didn’t know what to expect upon first meeting Soryu. Initially, I thought he was scary, and cold. Well, I know now to never judge a book by its cover. Soryu is, or was, the perfect man for me. I loved waking up to see his face and cooking him omelets in the morning. Just spending a few minutes or sometimes hours chatting away and never getting bored. Seeing him smile…makes my heart cry out in joy. He never proposed, but I always guessed it was right around the corner. Until…he started acting weird. It was little things at first, like forgetting to say ‘I love you’ when we parted ways or not helping me here and there when I needed it. But then he would be away from home over a few days unexpectedly and never explain why. I always assumed that it was because of work. Then I felt his love disappear. The way he looks at me, it doesn’t look like a look of love. Before, I could see his eyes light up and his entire face would just glow. Now, he just gives me these dull expressions. I thought I was just imagining it, so I ignored it. He stopped saying ‘I love you’ completely, even after I’d say it, he’d just smile and/or nod. It felt fake, forced. I figured that we just weren’t having enough sex, but anytime we did it he just seemed…bored. No matter what I tried or how often I tried, I just couldn’t get that spark from him. I was scared I was losing him…scared that one day he’d go out and tell me that he doesn’t love me and never did. By that point, I was just waiting for my heart to be broken, hoping that maybe I was wrong and misinterpreting all the signs. The thing about hope is…sometimes it’s suffocating, paralyzing even. You hang on to this one believe, not realizing that the cold hard truth would be better. The longer you hold onto hope, the more it’ll hurt when it’s gone. I stayed hopeful for too long. I’m too optimistic, I really should’ve known better.

A couple days ago, I was working a night shift with Chisato. I wasn’t really focused on work, too busy worrying about Soryu and hanging on hope. She noticed my behavior quickly, and told me to go ahead home. I really didn’t want to, who lets their emotions get in front of their job? Reluctantly, I went back to our place. I didn’t expect him to be home, and I most certainly did not expect him to be on our bed, dancing in the sheets with some chick. They didn’t notice me, or they seemed like they didn’t. But to be fair, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t make my presence known. I was just so surprised I could barely breathe. The girl he was with…was absolutely beautiful. Strawberry blonde hair and baby blue eyes, he looked completely enthralled by her beauty. After I had gotten a good look at my replacement, I knew I no longer was needed. I knew Soryu had found someone special to him, and it wasn’t me. I left silently, not wanting to disturb the lovebirds. 

After that it’s…kinda all just a big blur. I remember walking around the area feeling numb. I somehow ran into Baba and next thing I know I’m wrapped in a blanket being consulted by him and Ota. I didn’t tell them the full story, just how I was feeling and why I didn’t want to go back home. Ota generously gave me his bed to sleep in and Baba got me some food. Don’t know where he got it from, but I remember it tasting really good. They kept saying Soryu was ‘gonna get it’ when they saw him again, but I’m pretty sure I convinced them to not be so hasty. Even though I was an emotional wreck at the time, they stayed with me. Those guys…they really are my best friends. I never knew they cared so much, it made me feel so happy. Up until now, I’ve just been hoping back and forth between Ota’s and Baba’s place. I even spent a day with Mamoru when those two were busy. I know Mamoru doesn’t know what happened, but he was being less rude to me that day. I guess…they’re all like my overprotective brothers. Now, I’ve finally decided to officially move on. I was planning on taking all my stuff out of our room and going back to my old place. Baba had informed me that Soryu would be gone for a while so this would be a good time to get everything together. But once I entered this room for the first time I…froze. I sat on the same bed they made love in, that we used to make love in, and cried. Once I started I couldn’t stop. I just stared in that mirror and became lost in my own thoughts. I kept asking myself…Why? Out of all the questions I had, that one was the most important. Why did he do it? Then…you showed up and here I am, telling you how hell has been.

I tried to smile at my little joke at the end, but instead I ended up sighing as I snuggled up closer to Eisuke. He squeezed me a little tighter and wiped some of the tears spilling from my eyes. Eisuke really is nice…I used to think the bidders were all cold hearted jerks, but they’re all really caring. He kissed the top of my head and instead of pulling away, I looked up at him.

“Thank you…for being here and listening” I whispered. He smiled at me, with a real genuine smile, not his usual overconfident smirk. We stared at each other for a while, then I noticed his face slowly get closer to mine. ‘Is…is he going to kiss me?’ He is…isn’t he? ‘Did I want to kiss him?’ Despite what my mind said, I leaned in closer and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, before our lips connected, I heard the door fly open. Out of instinct, I opened my eyes and attempted to jump up, but Eisuke kept a firm grip on my waist. I was just about to scold him when I heard a voice say my name at the door. My heart stopped.

“Soryu…” I whispered, searching his face for any emotion. He appeared cold and serious standing at the door frame, just like the first time we meet.

“Soryu” Eisuke said, spitting out venom and angrily glaring at his friend.

“…Eisuke” Soryu said. He looked so intimidating, it sent shivers down my spine. Where was my kind, sweet, loving, and loyal Soryu? I want him back…I desperately want him back. I felt Eisuke leave my side and walk up to him.

“Eisuke…!” I whisper shouted. The last thing I needed right now was for the two of them to fight. I couldn’t forgive myself if I was the reason they were no longer friends.

“Now, now…” Eisuke said in an even voice. “Soryu and I just need to talk…” Before I could protest further he grabbed Soryu by the collar and threw him back, exiting the room and closed the door behind him. Once again, I was left in the darkness.

Please don’t expect part 3(if I’m even doing a part three) to be out as fast as this was…


Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 1799

Summary: Dean talks with the expert more, and the Reader seems to have put herself mostly back together thanks to her grandmother.

Part 10 in Reincarnation Series. Part 1 here, Part 2 here,Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, and Part 9 here.

Here we are- Part 10!! I can’t believe we’re this far already. I am enjoying this far too much, and I really hope you guys are too. I originally had this part shorter, but I couldn’t bring myself to end it so weird and abruptly. So here we go, extra long! And was the expert who you hoped and thought it was? ;) Let me know! Enjoy!

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rain isn't always so bad

A/N~ Another one-shot. I actually had a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy!


Genre~ angst, fluff (warning - mentions of abuse)


Word Count~ 3,087


Pairing~ Phan (Dan and Phil)


Summary~ Phil begs Dan to go camping with him for a weekend to spend some best friend time with him. The night they arrive, a big storm hits and they are forced to sit in their tents. A long time in a small tent together leads to some overdue conversation.

*Dan’s POV*


“Dan, please?” Phil whined. I sighed, my hand resting on my hip. I gazed into Phil’s pleading eyes.


“I don’t know Phil, I’m not really the camping type.” I slightly cringed as I remembered a time when I went out for a camping trip with my family when I was younger. I had burned myself multiple times from the fire and laid awake terrified at night when I heard an animal.


“C’mon, it’ll be fun, I promise! What could go wrong?” I sighed. I looked Phil over and he was almost ready to explode with excitement about this trip.


“Alright, fine. I should get packing then?” I let out a small smile as I saw his face light up with joy.


“Yeah, yeah. We leave tomorrow morning!” His voice had gotten all bubbly and happy. He practically skipped out of the lounge and into his bedroom. I laughed quietly to myself. Seeing Phil that happy made me feel all warm inside. He generally had that effect on me.


“Did that mean something? No, Phil’s my best friend.” I thought to myself. I shrugged it off and walked out of the lounge and into my bedroom and started to pack from the trip.


After about an hour and a half of rummaging through my clothes, deciding on what would be the most proper for a camping trip, I was finished packing. I took a deep breath and plopped down onto my clothes covered bed. I started thinking about what we would actually do this weekend.


“Maybe this weekend could be fun.” I muttered to myself, smiling.


*The next morning, Phil’s POV*


I woke up to an annoying ringing from my bedside table. I groaned as I flopped onto my side, reaching for my phone and shut off the alarm. I rolled back onto my stomach and sighed into my pillow.


“Why the hell am I waking up so early?” I thought to myself. Seconds later I remembered what was going on today. I felt myself break into a smile and sat up on my bed. I stretched out my arms and back and moved my legs over the side of the bed. I stood up and tiredly trudged to the bathroom.


I closed the door behind me. I turned on the water in the shower so it could heat up a bit before I got in. I despised cold showers. I looked into the mirror and almost laughed when I saw myself. My hair was sticking up everywhere.


“Perfect quiff, Phil.” I smiled and shook my head as I began taking off my t-shirt and pyjama pants and stepped into the shower.


After about a half hour later I was walking out of the bathroom with damp hair and a towel wrapped around my waist. As I was walking towards my bedroom, I noticed that Dan’s door was slightly opened. I furrowed my brow and began walking towards the door and opened it a little more.


I saw him laying on his bed, still completely asleep. I felt my face heat up as I noticed that he was wearing boxer briefs, and only his boxer briefs. I gulped and realized that I should probably wake him up so he can go get ready for today. I gazed at him for a moment. He was beautiful when he slept. I shook my head and half walked half jogged into his bedroom and started to lightly shake his shoulders.


*Dan’s POV*


I was dreaming of ebony hair and electric blue eyes when I felt someone shaking me awake. I squinted my eyes, looking around my bedroom to see what was going on. My eyes widened as I saw Phil leaning over me, his hands on my bare shoulders.


“Wake up you twat.” He laughed. I shook my head and buried my face into my pillow. I felt a smile break out on my face. I turned my head to look at him.


“So how much time do I have before-” I suddenly stopped mid sentence as I realized what Phil looked like at the moment. He was wearing nothing but a towel, wrapped low around his abdomen. His hair was damp and he just look really damn sexy. I shook my head and saw that his brow was furrowed, a confused look in his eye.


“Before what?”


“Before we leave.”


“Oh, we’re leaving in about an hour. I can go make up some breakfast while you go shower and stuff.”


I nodded and sat up in bed, stretching out my back releasing the tension from sleeping in one position. I saw Phil look me over a few times and looked down as to what. I was wearing nothing but boxer briefs. I quickly pulled my duvet over my back.


“Oh, shit. Surely he only saw my chest and nothing more.” I thought to myself. I saw Phil’s cheek turn a little bit pink. I waited for Phil to walk out of my bedroom before removing my duvet and


I took a quick shower and changed into a t-shirt with black skinny jeans and left my hair slightly damp. I groaned as my hair was already starting to curl. I walked into our kitchen and saw Phil making us some omelets. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch up and my eyes shifted from his broad shoulders to the mini towel he had flung over his shoulder.


“Smells great.” I smirked as I slid into the stool at our breakfast bar. Phil turned and beamed at me.


“Almost ready. We’ll eat and then we’re off.” He turned and added a few things to the pan. I watched him for the few minutes that he was finishing up breakfast. I never got the chance to just look at him before. We might be best friends but I never denied the fact that he was gorgeous.


Phil turned with two plates in his hands and set one down in front of me. He put his plate opposite of me and slid into the chair. He let out a sigh and began eating.


“Hope the weather’s gonna be nice.” He mumbled between bites.


“It will be. I’m looking forward to today you know.” I shoved another bit of food into my mouth and watched Phil’s face break into a smile.


“You’re actually looking forward to it?”


“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be.”


“I don’t know, it seemed like you didn’t actually want to go yesterday. I didn’t want to make you do something you didn’t want to do.” He shrugged and looked down at his plate.


“You know, at first I didn’t really want to go because of cringe worthy memories from the past but, I figured that if I’m going with you it’ll be great no matter what. You’re amazing like that.” The words flowed from my mouth, not realizing what I had just said. I felt my face burn up and I quickly looked down into my plate to avoid Phil from seeing me all red and hopefully he’ll take it as a friendly thing.


“You really think I’m amazing?” I heard him whisper so quietly that I wasn’t sure if I was meant to hear it.


“Yeah Phil. I do.” I whispered back as I stood up and walked over to the sink. I quickly scrubbed the plate and put in on the drying rack. I have walked, half jogged back into my room. I closed the door behind me and leaned on it, taking a deep breath.


“Did I really just say that.. He’s just a friend. He’s your best friend Dan. Oh god you’re stupid.” I mumbled to myself. I shook my head and grabbed my backpack and flung it over my shoulder. I grabbed my duffle bag as well and left my room.


About half an hour later, Phil and I were on the road. The campsite was about and hour and half long drive. There weren’t many awkward conversations on the way there. We just sang to music and commented on the passing scenery. The silence was oddly comforting.


At last we arrived at the campsite. I stepped out of the car and stretched my arms out a bit. Phil stepped out of the driver’s seat of the car and lifted his arms above his head and stretched out his back. This caused his shirt to come up a bit and his lower stomach showed. I felt myself getting hot and went to open the trunk and started getting all of our stuff out.


“Here, let me help.” I heard from behind me and saw Phil’s arm come from behind me and grabbed the bag that held the tent.


“I’ll get started on this.” He said as he began walking to the empty clearing and opened up the bag and pulled out a packet of instructions. I took a deep breath and grabbed all of our bags (because two trips are for pussies) and slowly made my way towards Phil.


I set down all of our bags just as Phil was straightening out the flat tent on the ground. He looked confused and kept staring at the instruction manual.


“These instructions are so stupid. ‘Step one, do 50 bloody steps.’” He sighed and looked at the tent and then at me.


“Help me?” He asked, a pleading look in his eyes. I quickly obliged and we got to work on the tent.


After about an hour of confused looks and struggling with the tent, we finally got it up. It didn’t look the best, but we got it up. I began carrying in our belongings and laid out the sleeping bags. I sighed as I stepped out of the tent and saw Phil turned away from me, gazing into the forest. He had his hands on his hips. There was a slight wind blowing, his hair flowing with it.


I walked and stood next to him, looking at the vast forest in front of us. It was so green. The trees towered over us, creating shade on the ground. The shade housing many creatures so if you looked hard enough you could see the slight rustling. The sounds of animals and insects and the wind filling the air. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I let it out as I opened my eyes and saw that Phil was looking at me. His gaze shifted to the forest again.


“Beautiful, isn’t it.” He whispered. I looked at him. His gaze was so focused on the scenery yet also in awe. His electric eyes sparkled in the sunlight. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch into a smile.


“Yeah, beautiful.” I said, still gazing at Phil’s features, trying to memorize how amazing Phil looked in this area with the sunlight beaming on him. Suddenly, a shadow danced its way onto Phil’s face, blocking out the rays of sunshine. I furrowed my brow as I looked up to the sky only to see dark clouds taking over the sky.


“Oh, no.” Phil groaned. I let out a little sigh, seeing that his face had gone from excited to almost disappointed. He looked at me apologetically.


“I’m sorry Dan, I didn’t know this would happen. I checked the weather forecast and it was supposed to be lovely this weekend.” He looked down at the ground and began rubbing the back of his neck.


“Hey, it’s alright. We can just stay in the tent until the rain blows over. It’ll all be fine, don’t worry.” I shot him a smile and he seemed to lighten up.


“Well we should get inside before we get caught in the rain, yeah?” He looked back to the tent and then back at me.


“Yeah let’s go.” I turned and began walking towards the tent. I began unzipping the door when a loud rumble came from the sky. I held the flap open for Phil and motioned for him to hurry into the tent. He came inside and I quickly followed, zipping the tent up behind me.


I plopped down onto my sleeping bag, Phil already sitting across from me. He let out a deep sigh.


“I think we should stay away from our electronics, because of the storm you know.” He added. I simply nodded back. That was the moment when raindrops began hitting the roof of our tent. Only a few at first and then the amount increased rapidly. We began talking about various things. We laughed our way through the first hour of the storm.


It started to get very, very cold. I decided on changing into a jumper to try and heat up. I began rummaging through my duffle bag and found my warmest jumper. Without thinking I turned away from Phil and began taking off my shirt. I threw it to the side when I heard a faint whisper.




“Yeah?” I slightly turned and saw Phil gawking at my back. Oh, shit. I had totally forgotten. The scars. I opened my mouth and tried to say something but nothing would come out. Phil had stood up and walked over to me. He grazed my back with a finger, knowing that he was tracing one of the many scars across it.


“How the hell?… What happened to you?” His voice hitched slightly at the end of his question at a slightly higher pitch. I sighed and pulled my jumper over my head and pulled it down, covering everything.


“Well… My parents weren’t the nicest people when no one was over and…” Tears started pouring out of my eyes unwillingly. I started to break down before I could even finish one sentence.


“You weak coward.” I thought to myself. “Can’t even say two sentences without bawling your eyes out.”

I felt Phil’s arms wrap around me. He stroked my hair lightly.


“Shh, its-its okay..” His voice hitched again and I looked up to see his eyes filling with tears. I quickly pulled myself together for Phil’s sake. A tear began rolling down his cheek and I wiped it away with my thumb.


“I-I think you can imply how I got those scars…” I whispered. He nodded in response.


“I mean I guess I deserved it. I mean, I wasn’t the best kid. I didn’t and still don’t have any fucking talent. I was an ugly and stupid kid. It’s no wonder they don’t even talk to me now. I’m their ugly, talentless, stupid son.” I mumbled it all in one breath. I began shaking my head as I felt another tear roll down my cheek.


I was caught off guard as Phil was leaving the tent, stepping into the pouring rain. I quickly followed him out, very confused.


“Phil, what’s wrong?” I put my hand on his shoulder and he stopped walking. He quickly turned and faced me. Rain and his tears were mixed together running down his face.




I walked up to him and took his hands in mine and drew them away from his face. I rest my forehead on his, taking a deep breath.


“You don’t understand how much I’ve wanted to tell you that I’ve been in love with you this whole time. I wanted to tell you that I loved you every morning. I wanted to tell you how fucking attractive you are. I wanted to tell you how witty and smart and cute you were. I wanted to tell-” I was cut off abruptly with Phil’s lips crashing onto mine.


I automatically felt myself melt into the kiss. I licked Phil’s bottom lip, begging for entry. He parted his lips and my tongue entered his mouth, exploring. It may have been freezing outside in the rain, but there was so much heat radiating off of us in this passionate moment. We pulled away to catch our breath.


Phil rested his forehead on mine. “This weekend turned out better than I could’ve ever imagined.” He smiled and pressed his lips to mine one more time.


“We should get inside before we get sick.” I whispered. He nodded and we walked back into the warmth of our tent, hand in hand. As I walked in, I wasted no time pulling off my wet jumper and throwing it over my bag so it could dry. I turned for a moment and saw that Phil had done the same.


He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me up from the ground and leading me to out sleeping bags. He quickly opened opened one up and spread it on the ground like a blanket. He took another one and did the same, laying another blanket on top of that. He crawled in between the two sleeping bags and lifted up the top blanket, motioning for me to join him.


I took a deep breath and pushed away all my insecurities. I crawled in beside him and he wrapped me in his arms. I rested my head on his bare chest, pleasant heat radiating off of him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I snaked my arms around his waist. I felt him rest his chin on the top of my head and pressed a small kiss to my forehead.


We laid there in silence for a few moment and I felt him begin tracing circles into my back. I began thinking that he could find the scars disgusting. He could find me disgusting.


“The scars on your back in no way make you less attractive or take away any love that I have for you. I love you no matter what Dan.” He whispered into my hair. I pressed a small kiss on his chest.

“I will always love you Phil.” And with that, we fell asleep in each others arm. The next morning involved kissing and cuddling, but also so much more. Let’s just leave it at the fact that I could barely walk when we were on our way home that weekend.

Hello, my future wife.

Whether you are reading this before you meet me, or stumble upon it after, I want you to know a few things.

The reason I am writing this today is because I can’t stop thinking about you, and I can’t stop myself from imagining how happy we will be. Let this letter be a promise to you that I will do my best to be the woman I want to be for you.

I may not yet know all of the difficulties that come with a lifetime commitment, but I have enough relationship experience to know what I want and how I picture my life with the person I will commit to: you.

Those around me are a continuous source of education and inspiration on how I want our relationship to be. So here and today, I vow to try my best to do the following:

I promise to do my best to make you beam daily, so count on many surprises. Your smile will be my priority. I get weak knees when anybody smiles, so just imagine the effort I will make to be the source of yours.

I promise I will always look at you with the same adoration as I did the moment I realized I loved you.

I promise to try to ignite the same sparkle in your eyes I see when you’re surprised, inspired, motivated or when you are about to lean in to kiss me.

I promise to hold your hand when we’re 80 years old with the same liveliness that I did when I crossed that line to hold yours for the first time. I vow never to let the excitement of dating me die down; I will surprise you with the location, the reason or the activity itself.

I promise to keep you guessing where we’re going next. I promise to do my best always to interest you. I will keep reinventing myself, gaining new hobbies, new knowledge and new interests to keep you and myself entertained.

I promise to have new stories to share with you, and maybe I’ll retell the best ones again if you insist. Our friendship will continue to grow over the years.

I vow to challenge you to challenge yourself for the better; to make you think differently. I promise to try to feed off of your illuminating energy that will inspire me to do the same with myself. I will do my best to ensure that being bored never crosses your mind.

Even in grief and darkness, I promise to show you the different shades of the dark, and to help you find the tiny rays of light that are always there if you seek them. After all, there’s always worse than worst and better than best; everything is relative.

I promise to kiss you throughout our life together, with the same passion I had the first time I felt my lips on yours. When we kiss, I want it to slow down time — just you and me engulfed in our feelings.

I promise to play the games you like to play.

I promise to do my best to remain physically attractive for you, and I will do my best to be healthy in order to keep up with our children and grandchildren; someone has got to teach them Muay Thai kickboxing. I’ll train you, too; I want you to know how to fight and defend yourself, just don’t use it against me.

I promise to help you to be healthy, both physically and mentally. I will cook and clean for us. Expect the best breakfast: traditional Armenian tomato and pepper omelets, followed by fruit salad with… well, I can’t give all the secrets out.

I promise to strive to be a role model for our children. I want both you and them to see me as a source of motivation. I want to inspire them in the same way that my father inspires me.

I promise to do my best to love your family as you love them and to be by their side as much as I am by yours.

I promise to always listen to you when you simply just want to be heard; when you want someone to vent to about something or when you want advice.

I will listen to you especially when you don’t feel comfortable sharing your thoughts with anybody else, and to the things you try to tell me when you’re not even speaking. I promise to always listen.

During our life together, I promise to make sure that you feel as though you are the center of the household I know you will be and I will always try to show my appreciation for you because of that.

I promise never to let my guard down in taking care of us. I know you won’t be one to be satisfied with the bare minimum.

I promise to do everything that I can for you without taking away from your independence physically, intellectually or emotionally.

I promise to create family traditions and to make sure that your legacy lives forever through our children.

I promise to encapsulate the moment when I realize that I am in the most magnetic, amorous and erotic love with you, not to let that feeling dissipate to the best of my ability and to relive it with you constantly, always.

Sincerely, Your Future Wife.

—  You’ll be my everything.
Meeting-Version 2

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 1441

Summary: Dean’s version of meeting the reader again.

Reincarnation special Post! This is Dean’s version for part of Part 10.

I am so happy to finally be posting this. I’ve wanted to write this for so long, and I thought 2000 Followers was the perfect time! :) I really wanted to show Dean’s emotions, not just what the reader saw in him. Let me know if you want more, and expect the actual post for the day later. :)

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@hysterical-for-joshifer said: Okay. Prompt: post 4x15. Oliver doesn’t allow Felicity to walk out on him. Smutty/fluffy. Wherever your mind takes you!!! 😘😘😘😊😊😊

Originally posted by olliequeengifs

“That was nice,” Felicity stated with a low sigh.

She was still quite out of breath from the little morning fitness Oliver had seduced her into when he had come back home from his usual morning run and started undressing himself in front of her eyes. His body had been glistening with sweat. And when he had leaned down to kiss her, she had just needed more. She had needed all of him. And, if Oliver’s smile had been any indication, it had been exactly the reaction he had hoped to get from her for undressing himself right in front of her eyes.

She watched Oliver lifting his face from her neck where his lips had been busy sucking her pulse point. He propped himself up onto his elbows, his chest hovering over hers while his hips were still resting against hers. She could feel him between her sensitive lips and had to take deep, even breaths to keep herself from going at it right again.

“Just nice?” Oliver asked, his free hand stroking up and down the outside of her thigh. “Maybe I should-“

“Nope!” Felicity replied hastily, putting her hand to his chest and pushing him off of her. “As amazing as sex with you is and as much as I want to have sex with you again now, I don’t have time for that.”

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sargar3000  asked:

Kristanna "No, you take it."

Anna groaned. The shelves of the little corner grocery store had been picked clean by the rush of pre-Thanksgiving shoppers—shoppers who hadn’t been called into work that morning by a panicked manager who’d had two baristas call in with mysterious and dire illnesses. Shoppers who hadn’t worked a double shift, who probably hadn’t spilled hot coffee on themselves, who were no doubt at home right now, relaxing in front of their TVs, their super-special chocolate custard pies already chilling and ready for tomorrow.

Okay, probably not, because chocolate custard wasn’t the most traditional Thanksgiving pie ever. But it was the one pie that Anna knew how to make, and it she’d gotten the recipe from her mother, and it was her favorite, so it was what she made every year. Elsa took care of everything else—although not by cooking. After their first few disastrous years, the turkey was catered, the stuffing came from a mix, and Elsa always made cold broccoli and bacon salad. And Anna always made chocolate pie.

Except that this year her pie was in serious jeopardy.

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