found at a bar

very slop but i had to get these guys out of my head. i had a dream about this guy (brown hair, who my dream named rex?) who was driving with his family when he got into a huge accident wherein everyone died except him. he was then approached by ‘Death’ who offered to exchange his wife & kids souls for his own, and he accepted, changing the outcome of the car crash so that only he died. he was sent to purgatory where he wandered for a bit and eventually found a bar, where he met and immediately fell in love with blue. the dream got vague after that but it seemed that everyone in purgatory habitually forgets their previous life, except for blue. he just has the power of remembering. blue loves and wants to keep rex, but also understands that rex desperately wants to return to the living world & his family, so they journey together to find a way out. rex keeps almost forgetting his family and blue keeps almost letting him, but in the end blue just wants rex to be happy.

i don’t know if they make it back to the living world but it was a fun dream. 

Oh, Lord-Eddie KxReader request

A/N: Request fulfilled! I changed it up a bit, hope that’s cool. This is what inspiration came to me. Hope y'all like!

Originally posted by sirredmayne

MOOD MUSIC: Lead me home by Jamie N Commons

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Lying was a skill of yours, and perhaps it wasn’t the finest of crafts to be proud of but it had taken you far in life. In an odd way it paid the bills, because just like now, you often found yourself hustling various men in bars. All it took was a bat of your eyes, and a pretty little smile. They became putty in your hands. Free drinks, free food, and easy money. Nothing gained more attention in a bar than a woman chewing her lip in frustration in front of a pool table. It was almost pitiful how easy it was to sway these men your way. A simple flirtatious smile, and a white lie about not knowing how to manage a damn cue stick, and they came crawling your way begging to teach you. You could’ve done without them touching you, but the thicker you laid the charm on the more money that came your way.

“So, I just hold it like this?” Disgustingly innocent, that’s how cheap your tone sounded. But, this man was soaking the attention up like a sponge.

“There ya go, gorgeous.”

Your current victim was smirking, hands clasping your waist as he bent you over the pool table. Sure he was attempting to teach you the proper stance and aim, but it was obvious what else was on his mind. Your rational side wanted to pull away and leave, but you had a lot riding on this bet. You lose, he gets a date. You win, well you take what’s in his wallet. He was a complete sucker for your feminine wiles. And seeing your poor game only persuaded him further to join you.

“You’re a fast learner, honey.”

Forcing your way through a smile and giggle was sickening, but with a little strength you pulled through. You tugged the cue stick back, rolling it slowly between your fingers before pushing it forward and hitting the balls in the perfect way. You even managed a hit to his stomach in an attempt to be free of his close proximity.

“Fuck-…” He half chuckled out, regaining his breath as he soothed the sore spot on his abdomen. You couldn’t stop from rolling your eyes, making sure to keep that away from his leering gaze. How he still couldn’t figure out your game was embarrassing, but hell, if this got you some cash you could manage.

“Oh, I am so sorry. Clumsy.” You held the stick up, covering your mouth as you laughed. He bought it, too. With a simple wave of his hand, he just smirked and continued to his shot.

“Ain’t no big deal, honey. Gonna take years of practice before you know your way around a pool table.”

He was a decent shot, managing a few more points with his last hit. But, you were better. Like he said, takes years of practice. And you certainly had that.

“I can only hope I’m as good then.”

You flashed him a toothy grin, one that only caused him to lick his lips and lean into the table as you angled your shot and bent over. Whatever it takes to win, and if teasing him a little earned you his favor then all the better.

“Careful now, don’t wanna waste all your energy just yet.”

There was enough energy in you to lay a fist on his cheek, but you bit back your insult and took your shot. The cue ball hit the others, laying waste to the pool table as you finished off the game and scored the winning hit.

“Yes!” You nearly screamed in joy, throwing your hands up as you jumped up and down. His look of shock only brought you more happiness, because boy did it feel good to screw this schmuck over.

“The hell-….” He stared in disbelief at the table, trying to decipher where he went wrong to have lost to you. But, he could sit here calculating all day, he wasn’t going to find it. You hustled him, and you hustled him good.

“Well, honey-” You threw his annoying pet name back at him, holding your hand out and beckoning him to reward you with his offer. “Time to pay up.”

Seems that wasn’t going to be the case with this one. He looked pissed, and perhaps rightfully so, but you had more important things to do than waste your time soothing the bruised ego of a man. It wasn’t your fault he was so desperate for a good lay that he took it upon himself to get all his money.

“You little bitch! The hell was all this, huh?”

That should’ve been the sign to get going and lick your wounds later. But, you needed the money and if fighting this guy off meant getting it then you’d raise hell right along side him.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, just pay up.”

“Like hell, I am!” He threw his cue stick to the side, practically rushing you until someone blocked his way.

You slammed back into the wall, knocking over some decorations and gasping. Your savior just stood his ground, holding the offender back with his own pool stick to his chest. He pushed the angry man away, nudging him over and over again with the pool stick until he stopped his attempted assault on you.

“Easy there, bud. How ‘bout you calm down, and we can settle this the easy way?”

You glanced up from your spot, blinking stupidly at the scene in front of you. There was a guy standing just in front of you, one hand in his pocket and the other still keeping your latest victim at bay. He was wearing a black cowboy hat, and a beige button up that had quite the design of a spider behind it. Any other day, you would’ve found that silly. But, now you just felt mesmerized by the sight.

“There ain’t no fucking easy way. This two-bit hooker wanna hustle me, she ain’t gettin’ shit!”

The cowboy turned to look over his shoulder, sending you an amused glance. For a second you were worried he’d let the guy go, instead he opted for negotiation, or blackmail. Depends on who you ask.

“Ray, was it? How’s ‘bout this, you pay the nice girl. And I don’t call the sheriff’s office, and let them know who decided to come back into town.”

He raised his eyebrows, grinning proudly at Ray. Whatever their history, you didn’t ask. You were just thankful he found a way to calm him.

“Come on, now. You goin’ pay the lady or what?”

It was clear who had won this little debate, but you still couldn’t believe it when your opponent pulled his wallet out and forked over some bills. He threw them into the cowboy’s chest, grumbling the whole time and shooting you a pissed look before heading out the bar.

“Thanks…”

The cowboy just hummed, leaning over to pick up the remaining bills on the floor. He turned around now, one hip against the pool table as he smoothed the money out and began counting it. You watched him carefully, counting the amount in your head just to make sure he wasn’t playing a game of his own here.

“I think fifty fifty is fair enough. Whatcha say, darlin’?”

He smirked in your direction, smugly pulling half of the cash from the stack and stuffing it into his back pocket. He held the rest out towards you, pursing his lips in amusement when you glared his way. It only made him wiggle the rest of it mockingly, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“Change your mind, darlin’?”

“I’d prefer the full amount.”

You crossed your arms, meeting his relaxed gaze as he shrugged his shoulders and placed the rest of it into his jeans.

“Suit yourself, sweetheart. Your loss.”

“Hey! Wait, cowboy! I was-”

“Eddie. Not cowboy.”

He took a full seat on the table, rubbing the end of his cue stick with chalk as he watched you fight with yourself. He seemed so sure of himself, and in this moment he had the upper hand. You were positive you couldn’t physically fight him for it, and he seemed equally capable of hustling someone. Eddie would see right through your tricks, and no doubt show off some of his own. Batting your lashes and flirtatious touches wouldn’t work on him, at least not in this place.

“Fine…Eddie-”

“Oh, Lord-” Eddie cooed out, very much entertained by your little purr of his name. “You tryin’ to sweet talk me now?”

“No, I was just-”

“Save it, darlin’. You think I go around saving damsels in distress for the greater good?”

That, you doubted to no end. You knew him for minutes and could already guess he was in this lifestyle deeper and longer than you ever were.

“Fine. Fifty fifty. And that’s only because I owe you one.”

“Tsk tsk.”

Eddie grabbed his beer from the counter, looking directly into your pleading eyes as he took a long swig. From under his hat, he looked even more foxy. Like his entire life was built around scheming, and less than ethical tactics. Somehow, you found yourself already admiring him for that.

“I’m not feeling generous anymore, sweetheart. So how’s about this?”

He laid the bottle down, boots thumping along the ground as he walked over to you. He backed you up into the wall again, leaving just enough space between your bodies as he raised one hand and rested it up on the wall. You were nose to nose now, his alcohol laden breath wafting over your face in an oddly enticing way.

“You play me, and if you win…I might be nice enough to let you take hundred percent.”

“And if you win?”

You whispered out, even though you two were now the only ones in the bar, save for the bartender. But, that only seemed to amuse him more. Eddie tilted his head, looking you over from your lips to your eyes until he seemed content with his ogling.

“Let’s just leave that a surprise, darlin’.”

He winked at you, pulling away and heading to the opposite side of the pool table. The smug bastard, you thought. But, you had to admit you were intrigued by the consequences of your possible loss.

“Why not just tell me now? I’m curious.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little self, sweetheart. You’ll find out soon enough.”

You laughed at that, grabbing your pool stick as well as you watched him order the cue ball and others up again. He was without a doubt sure of himself in this battle.

“That sure you’ll win?”

Eddie leaned over the table, one hand gripping the edge of it as he offered you a smirk. You may have been hustling for years, but he knew this game would end with his success. Without a single doubt. But, he was going to have fun with this either way.

“Let’s just see what happens, huh?”

You nodded back at him, never letting your eyes leave his sight. After all, if he was sneaking in tricks you’d be highly aware of them this way. And being honest with yourself, he wasn’t exactly bad to look at either.

“You ready then, Eddie?” You drawled out, awaiting his turn as he finished off his task of setting the game up. He just looked up at you from under his hat, that same grin on his handsome features.

“Go easy on me, darlin’.”

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A/N: Hope you like! ❤️

19epona91  asked:

Was Ben Franklin, by your standards, a good founding father or a bad one? All of them had good intentions I know but the whole freedom for all really only applied to white males (and in some cases still does if you sit up and look). I know you have said you have a degree in this so I figure you'd be the best stranger to ask.

HONESTLY AS FOUNDING FATHERS GO HE WAS RELATIVELY GOOD BUT, LIKE, THAT’S A REALLY LOW BAR. THE BEST FOUNDING FATHERS WERE STILL REALLY BAD, IT’S JUST THAT THEY’RE SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN THE AVERAGE FOUNDING FATHER. 

FRANKLIN FREED HIS SLAVES AND BECAME AN ABOLITIONIST, WHICH IS A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN JEFFERSON OR WASHINGTON EVER DID, BUT IT’S STILL WAY BELOW THE BASELINE ABSOLUTE MINIMUM OF ACCEPTABLE HUMAN MORALITY WHICH IS “DIDN’T OWN SLAVES IN THE FIRST PLACE.” 

SO LIKE, COMPARED TO THOMAS JEFFERSON OR GEORGE WASHINGTON, BEN FRANKLIN IS WAY BETTER, BUT IT’S VERY EASY TO BE BETTER THAN THOMAS JEFFERSON, AND BEN FRANKLIN WOULD BE AN ABSOLUTE DEMON WHEN COMPARED TO JUST ABOUT ANYONE WHO NEVER WOULD’VE OWNED SLAVES IN THE FIRST PLACE, EVEN IF THAT PERSON WAS “SOME GUY WHO GOES AROUND HITTING RANDOM PEOPLE UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH A SOCK FULL OF QUARTERS JUST FOR KICKS, BUT HAS NONETHELESS NEVER OWNED SLAVES”

anonymous asked:

So Peggy starts the best bar fights? Elaborate, please.

oh man, those were the good old days. 

the howlies got in a lot of bar fights. you might think that the last thing a bunch of soldiers would want to do with their free time is fight people, but actually bar fights were a great stress relief. nobody really got seriously injured, and we tried to keep property damage to a minimum.  (and we also almost never started bar fights, for the record. most of the time it was guys from another unit who wanted to prove how badass they were by taking on the infamous howling commandos.) so bar fights themselves weren’t that unusual.

but peggy’s bar fights…oh, they were glorious. 

see, peggy never got in a fight for no reason; she was smarter than that. but when she did fight, it was truly beautiful. ive never seen a better right cross, before or since.

so one time we were on leave, sipping drinks in this english pub. the howlies were at the back table, enjoying a couple pitchers, while peggy was up at the bar, chatting with the barmaid. many of the bars and pubs back then had female bartenders–filling the gaps with the men off at war. and generally barmaids (which was what a female bartender was called back then) were the sort of girl pegs got along with–sensible, dependable, and not willing to take shit from any man. so she often enjoyed commiserating with the barmaids while we drank. she used to say she had to be free of us ‘charming gentlemen’ before she wound up blowing things up as erratically as we did. which was hurtful. our explosions were very intentional.
mostly.

so peggy got to chat about the best ways to hurl drunken idiots out doors and we got to ply steve with alcohol to see how much booze it would take to make him drunk. (tragically, we never found out.)

on this particular occasion, peggy was sitting at the bar when this mountain of a man came in. and i mean huge. thor-sized. like the hulk’s pinker younger brother. and with him came a dozen or so of his closest friends, all locals. (they may also have been poorly disguised orcs. im not sure, but i wouldn’t discount it as a possibility after seeing all the nonsense ive seen) the group of them made their way up to the bar, wedged their way in, and started harassing the barmaid. 

now, i don’t know what they said. peggy refused to repeat it. all i know is that one of the larger idiots said something stupid, laughed, and reached out to grope the barmaid. his hand made it about six inches from her chest when peggy’s fist broke his nose. he hit the floor like a tree falling, and the bar went quiet for a split second before one exceptionally suicidal idiot lunged at peggy.

everything went crazy. there were a good few dozen of us 107th guys in the bar, and all of us knew and adored pegs, so when the mountain-men went after her, every fine man of the 107th went after them. but it turned out that the locals defended their own, and we were pretty evenly matched for numbers. within seconds, everyone was throwing punches. bottles were thrown. dernier used a tablecloth to blind a man and threw him out a window. dumdum used one guy’s fists to hit another guy. i hurled bottlecaps at people’s eyeballs, because it’s fun.(im a sniper. we like distance) steve tried to wade through the chaos to get to peggy, but people kept punching him and then clutching their hands in agony, so he got kind of bogged down. 

at the bar, peggy was demonstrating exactly why she was the 107th’s darling–because she could put a grown man twice her size on the ground in two seconds flat. she knocked out six men; seven more promptly fell in love with her. 

as the chaos began to wind down, most of the locals had either been beaten down or fled, and only the mini-hulk and a couple others were left, brawling like berserkers. we were just about ready to turn steve loose on them when the barmaid handed peggy a stool. peggy took it, walked up behind where most of us howlies were still duking it out, and broke the stool over the big guy’s head. 

he went down hard. the rest of them surrendered out of terror. 

(and, possibly, they had also fallen prey to abruptly-in-love-with-peggy-carter syndrome. but really, who wasn’t?)

Coincidence (Jimin x Reader)


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Prompt/Ask: Hi could you do a jimin fanfic or something?? Where she has a one night stands with jimin and has feelings for him and in the morning she realise he is her new teacher. Xxxxx

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, drinking

Word Count: 4275 (woops)

Authors Note: Some smut for Jimin (my first bias before Jungkook snatched me lmao). I hope you enjoy it and that it was as good as you asked for! I got a bit carried away lol, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Let me know if there are errors, feedback is appreciated, and happy reading! ^^

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anonymous asked:

I'm looking for a fic where Bellamy and Clarke work at a restaurant, (Bell as a bartender, Clarke as a waitress) and they have a kind of love-hate relationship going on. It's like an enemies to friends to lovers kind of thing.

anon said: Trying to find a fic where Clarke dropped out of some really good college and worked with the all the main characters at a bar run by Kane and she ends up dating Bellamy in a slow burn

If You Won’t Look Down, I Won’t Look Back

thank you @miraculoushipping for finding this fic!

Heat

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: street racing au, smut, angst

word count: 23k

description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets. 

But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed. 

warnings: mentions of alcoholism


For you, street racing had always been an addiction.

You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.

It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.

It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.

Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.

But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.

And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.

So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.

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I Got This

Title:  I Got This

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary:  Dean’s use of a pick up line may have gotten him into more trouble than he bargained for.

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count:  2978

Warnings:  Canon typical violence, language, additional warnings beneath the cut to avoid spoilers

Author’s Notes:  Written for @impalaimagining Cheesy Pick Up Line Challenge. Congrats on 4,000! My line was “I lost my phone number, can I have yours?” This contains one of those cliched searches through a decrepit, abandoned building. This got away from me a little.

**My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.**

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

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Entirely Soulless

Pairing: Soulless!Alpha!Sam x Soulless!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics (knotting, almost-claiming), rough sex, swearing, unprotected sex, breeding!kink (kinda).

Summary: you’re an Omega in need of a good night, and you’ve found someone with a lot in common to satisfy your needs. @kittenofdoomage, this is for you :)

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You walked into the bar, brand new skirt hanging low on your hips. The music blared and people swarmed in front of you, all either high, drunk, or otherwise occupied on their phones or staring at people they deemed attractive. You’d just shaken off a couple Betas and a very hands-y Alpha on the way in, and by God, you needed a drink.

And a good lay.

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lost control (m)

Originally posted by rapdaegu

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: semi-crack, smut, sub! jin
words: 8,872
summary: you’ve always wondered what it would feel like to take control in the bedroom for once and Seokjin’s more than happy to let you do as you please…

a/n: I don’t even know what this is lmao. A mixture of comedy and smut, so I have fun !! Oh, and if you see the word mommy somewhere, don’t be alarmed, there is no kink of that name in this house !!!! Ooo and also, my anniversary has just past—I started this tumblr with a Seokjin fic so it’s only fair I write one to celebrate ONE whole year!! Love you guys, thank you so much for reading!!

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So, with Pride Month over, I wanted to talk for just a moment about my favourite version of the Pride flag I’ve seen plastered all over.

Hot Pink, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Turquoise, Indigo, Violet, Black.

Barring black, these 8 colours formed the original LGBT Pride Flag created by Gilbert Baker, an LGBT activist who passed away this year. Hot Pink was removed due to the costs of obtaining fabric in that particular colour, reducing the flag to 7 colours. This was done within the first year, 1978. In 1979, the colours were changed again. Due to San Fransisco’s Market Street hanging its flags vertically, the middle stripe (Green) was obscured - in response, Turquoise and Indigo were fused into Royal Blue.

During the AIDS epidemic, a black bar was often added, and Leonard Matlovich, a man dying of illnesses due to AIDS, proposed that when a cure was found (and made commonly available), the black bars along the bottom be removed, and burned - a celebration of victory, given the bar’s meaning as a symbol of remembrance.

The original 8 bands had meanings too. In descending order, they are Sex, Life, Healing, Sunlight, Nature, Magic/Art, Serenity, and Spirit.

This is why I’m an advocate of this particular 9-colour flag. In conjunction with the later, black, band, I believe these provide a key insight into our community as a whole. Our sex is alternately demonized or fetishized to varying degrees. Our lives are fraught with difficulty because of the world we live in, but we can bring one another healing and serenity, through presence, and through community. We’re just as much a part of nature as anyone else, our art is emblematic of our struggles, our spirits have endured, and through this community, we can bring to light our hardships, and make the future better for people like us. 

It’s important that we remember our shared pasts, and use them to move forward. Even if we end up as fully-integrated into a better society, we still have to look back and remember everything that’s been done to us, to keep it, or anything like it, from happening again.

The Spark Next Door

Thanks to @jayankles for the graphic! 

Summary: There’s always been a spark between you and the guy next door; when life takes a rough turn, things between you accelerate. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 4450 (without lyrics)
Warnings: Trigger warning: Short assault scene; language, drinking. Mostly fluff-type stuff, despite the warnings.
Challenge: Kari’s Favorites Challenge with the trope of “Neighbors AU” and Bronwyn’s Double Birthday Challenge where my prompt was Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. (I can’t be the only one who thinks of certain green eyes when you hear that song!) @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @jpadjackles

Your name: submit What is this?

“Let me guess - you need me to kill a spider?”

“That was one time, Ackles, and that spider was huge!”

Your neighbor flashed you an adorable smile, and you managed to keep the blush off your cheeks this time. His smile always reached his to-die-for green eyes, making you go weak at the knees. Jensen was nearly eight years your senior, the owner of a very successful brewery in town, and, even with the banter that had begun when you moved into the house next door after your grandmother passed away, you knew there was nothing more than friendship between the two of you.

With a soft laugh that made your stomach flip, he stepped out onto the porch and asked what he could help you with.

“My friend Kari brought her car over – needed the oil changed and whatnot. I’m trying to change out the oil filter now, but it won’t budge.”

Kari was leaning against the hood of the car, but straightened up quick when she saw you coming back to the driveway with Jensen.

“Hi, I’m Kari,” she introduced. You envied her confidence sometimes; it had taken Jensen coming to offer help to you and your brother on move-in day for you to even think about approaching him. “Thanks for coming to help.”

“Jensen, nice to meet you. Happy to help.”

He took the oil filter wrench from you and got to work. You and Kari sat on the porch while he worked, talking about hair and makeup, and before you knew it, the tune up job was done.

“You didn’t have to finish the job,” you said, “I really appreciate that!”

“Not a problem, sunshine,” Jensen assured, wiping the sweat from his face with a greasy rag. “Anytime. How’d you get roped into doing this anyway?”

Before you could answer, Kari interjected. “She’s got a hot date tonight, and I told her I would help her get ready if she would help fix up my car. It pays to have a friend whose dad and brothers taught her a thing or two.”

Your friend headed inside then, and you walked Jensen back over to his house. He asked about your date, and you told him about the guy from work you’d had your eye on for a while.

“He finally noticed me, I guess,” you shrugged. “I’m trying not to get my hopes up about it too much. I’m a hopeless romantic, and my head runs away with my heart sometimes. Or is it the other way around? Well, whatever it is – just keeping things low-key tonight.”

Jensen agreed that was a good plan. “Just make sure he treats you right, Y/N.”

“I’m sure he will,” you assured. “Thanks again for your help with the car!”

“No problem. I’ll be at the brewery tonight. Bring Mr. Wonderful in, I’ll get you guys a round on the house.”

With a thank you and a playful wink in Jensen’s direction, you headed back to your place to shower and get ready for your date.

Bryan was handsome, tall, successful – and apparently was well aware of the fact. Once the two of you got to dinner, he was no longer the nice guy from work you chatted and joked with every now and then. He was down right full of himself, and you couldn’t wait for dinner and the movie to be over so you could get home and never think about him again.

He had other plans, apparently. Once the two of you got back in his car, he immediately leaned over the console and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, and not a gesture you wanted to be a part of in the first place. The whole night was turning out to be a disappointment, but now you were borderline disgusted.

“Look, I just want to go home, all right?” you told Bryan when you were finally able to push him away.

He snorted. “Oh, please. The other girls have told me how hot you’ve been for me. This is your only chance, Y/N. Sure you want to pass on it?”

Who the hell did he think he was? God’s gift, clearly. With a roll of your eyes, you got out of the car. You didn’t need him. You could call a friend or one of your brothers or even a cab to get home.

You were just a few feet down the sidewalk when Bryan caught up to you and gripped your arm so tightly, you yelped. Of course, the two of you were parked so far out in the lot, there was no one around to help you. You’d have to make a break for it if he was going to be this crazy.

“Let me go!” you demanded.

Bryan squeezed tighter. “You’re nothing special, you know that? Girls like you are a dime a dozen. But if you think I’m gonna let you go back to work and tell them anything about tonight, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“I don’t want to tell anyone anything, I just want to go home!”

“After you give me what I took you out to get.”

He started to drag you back towards the car, but you dug your heels in and refused to move your feet. Bryan’s open hand came down hard across your face, shocking you momentarily, until you saw red. He was facing you now, and one hard, swift kick to the family jewels loosed his hold on you and brought Bryan to the ground, writhing in pain.

Your cheek stung like a bitch, and your feet was sore by the time you walked the five blocks to Jensen’s brewery. Constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting Bryan to be right behind you at any moment, got you to your destination in record time.

It would have been easier, you supposed, to go back into the theater and call a friend or your brothers or a cab. Your brothers would have gone to jail after hunting Bryan down, though, and any of your friends would have made it into far more drama than you wanted to deal with just then. That left the cab, but you didn’t want to go home and be alone, either.

So here you were, standing at the bar of the brewery with bruises forming on your arm and face. Tear stains formed streaks from your eyes to your jaw. You found an open spot at the corner of the bar against the wall; you didn’t see Jensen immediately, so you sent him a text. If he didn’t answer in a few minutes, you’d ask someone to track him down for you.

Are you still at work? I’m sitting at the bar.

You wanted to somehow warn him of your current state, but you didn’t know how to word it. A minute after you sent the text, Jensen appeared from the back. He spotted you instantly. His smile turned to a look of concern, and he made a beeline for where you were sitting.

“What the hell happened?” Jensen asked, his voice laced with the same concern in his expression, plus a touch of anger.

Your chin quivered and your eyes watered all over again. Being here, with someone familiar, was the relief of safety; for that reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Jensen took your hand and told you to follow him to the back. He led you to his office, sat you in his comfy desk chair, and told you he would be right back.

By the time Jensen returned, you had composed yourself. He handed you an opened bottle of your favorite beer, then carefully set an ice pack against your face.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Jensen asked, this time much more calm than his initial inquiry.

You bit your bottom lip. “Mr. Wonderful turned out to be Mr. Not-So-Wonderful.”

Jensen nodded as though he had figured as much. “Just your face?”

“He slapped my face,” you explained. “And he grabbed my arm.”

Jensen gently rolled up your sleeve to inspect your arm. It was already bruising, but there wasn’t much ice could do for you there. At least on your face, it kept the swelling down.

“What do you wanna do?” Jensen asked.

“I just want to go home, but I don’t want to be alone. And I don’t want to make a crazy big deal out of this.”

Jensen caressed the uninjured side of your face before leaning back on the desk. He must have been considering whether or not to go with what you wanted, or make you call the police.

“All right. Stay here. Give me ten minutes, then I’ll take you home.”

You nodded and kept the ice on your face. The stinging had turned to a burn, so the ice was soothing. It had started to melt and you were dropping the bag into the trash can when Jensen returned.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Had to rearrange some things.”

You were suddenly self-conscious. “Jensen, you didn’t have to do that for me …”

“I did,” he replied quickly. “I mean, you’re my friend and you came to me for help. C’mon, sunshine. Let’s get you home.”

As you followed Jensen out to his truck, you thought about what he had said. It had never occurred to you that the two of you were more than neighbors and acquaintances, but Jensen saying the two of you were friends certainly made you feel less regretful about going to him for help. That didn’t mean, of course, that you didn’t try to explain yourself the moment you were seated in the passenger seat.

“It’s just that my brothers would have been way pissed, and Kari would have made it a bigger deal than it needed to be. I just wanted to go home and be safe.”

“I can understand that. We’ll handle this your way, but for the record, that doesn’t mean this isn’t a big deal or that I’m not pissed. You don’t deserve to be treated that way – nobody does.”

The rest of the ride home was silent. Jensen parked his truck in his driveway, then asked for your house key.

“I’ll go in first. Can’t be too careful.”

You had no problem with that. Never in your life had you been treated the way Bryan had treated you, and it scared you shitless, quite frankly. Having Jensen there was a welcome comfort.

“I think you’re good,” he said, handing back the key. You placed it in your purse, which you went to put in your room.

When you came back, Jensen was still standing near the doorway, looking somewhat nervous. You cleared your throat.

“I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. Have you eaten? I’ll cook for you,” you offered.

“I ate.” He finally pulled his hands from his pocket. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with what you’ve been through tonight, but I don’t really want you to be alone. Somehow next door doesn’t seem close enough.” He chuckled, nervously. “If you want me to crash on the couch or stay up with you, I will. Or we can go to my place. Whatever will make you feel safe.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “I wasn’t sure how to bring that up, so thanks for doing it for me. I’m gonna take a shower, then maybe we can watch a movie or something?”

Jensen nodded. “Sounds good.”

You disappeared into the bathroom with your favorite fluffy towel, and started the water as hot as you could stand it. You cried a little again, just from the emotions of what had happened, when washing your tender face brought everything rushing back as though it had happened just a few minutes ago, and not an hour or so. You wrapped up your shower pretty quick, dressed in sweats and a tank top, and went back out to the living room.

Jensen was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. He looked up at you and smiled. “Feeling a little better?”

“A little,” you nodded. “You changed?”

“Yeah, ran home real quick while you showered. Grabbed a six pack of locals, too.”

You smirked when he handed you a longneck of beer from his brewery. It was pretty delicious, so you took a good long drink after that initial sip to taste.

You answered Kari’s text message about how the date had went while Jensen debated between a couple of funny movies for the two of you to watch. You kept your answer relatively vague, but promised to tell her the whole story at work the next day.

Thanks to half the six-pack and the shock wearing off, you were asleep before the movie was over. Without realizing it, you dozed off against Jensen’s shoulder. He covered you with the comforter you had dragged out from your bedroom, switched from the DVD player to the TV, and fell asleep with an arm around placed protectively around you.

When the two of you woke the next morning, stretched out on the couch together, your cheek against Jensen’s chest, you were only a little embarrassed. A potentially anxiety-and-paranoia-filled night had turned into a quiet, comforting evening. You got up and made a pot of coffee before dressing for work. As you got ready, you were quiet as you could be so you didn’t wake Jensen until you needed to leave.

“Hey,” you said softly, sitting next to him. “I’m leaving for work. You can stay as long as you want, just lock the door on your way out.”

Jensen nodded and made you promise to be careful before falling asleep again. It was strange in a very pleasant way to leave a man you didn’t know extremely well but felt so safe and familiar with asleep on your couch.

When you got to work and told Kari the whole story, she made about as big of a deal out of it as you expected, but you quickly shushed her.

“I don’t want a lot of people to know, all right? I’m not embarrassed I just – I don’t want to talk about it. And other people are liable to talk anyway.”

Kari didn’t like it, but she promised to keep quiet. Your workday went on as usual, until Bryan found you sometime after lunch.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted, as though nothing had happened. “I really enjoyed last night.”

You rolled your eyes and otherwise ignored him. He made himself comfortable; you used all of your willpower not to make eye contact. Your heart was racing. Not even twenty-four hours ago, this same smiling, pleasant man had slapped you across the face and would have likely done far worse if you hadn’t gotten away.

“I will have you, you know,” Bryan said, leaning forward so that anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I always get what I want. I’m sure you still want me – no one lets go that easily.”

Thanks God for Kari, who had been checking on you periodically throughout the day as it was. She frowned when she saw Bryan talking to you, but the moment he spotted her, he simply winked at you and left.

“What was that about?” Kari asked.

Attempting not to have a panic attack, you went ahead and told her what Bryan had said.

“You can’t keep on with this, Y/N,” she said sternly. “Sounds like last night was just the start. If he isn’t taking a kick to the junk as a hint, Lord knows what he is capable of.”

You ran a hand through your hair. “I know.”

“Please, at least go talk to the boss. Get yourself or Bryan re-assigned so you don’t have to see him.”

You hated the idea of being a victim – that was part of the humiliation of all of this. Kari was right though. With her encouragement, you went right to the boss’s office and spilled the whole story.

Your boss sighed. “I’m sympathetic with you, Y/N, really. Unfortunately, as the incident happened away from company property, our policy is not to get involved.”

“You’re kidding?!”

She leaned forward on her desk. “Without a restraining order of some kind, my hands are tied.”

You nodded, feeling full confidence for the first time that day. “Fine. Then I am officially handing in my resignation. I’m sorry, but I can’t work in an unsafe environment.”

She didn’t bother calling you back to her office or anything; for that reason, you were even more comfortable with your decision. Another job would come along and until then, well, you would figure things out.

You weren’t going to be a victim of this thing that had happened to you.

Kari offered to cancel her date that night to hang out with you, but you assured her you would be fine. It was clearly all for the best, and you had some things to figure out, anyway.

It didn’t help that the easiest distraction from your problems was your neighbor’s green eyes and devastating smile. When you thought about the way he had cared for you the night before, how protective he had been, you got butterflies in your stomach. The idea embarrassed you only a little; surely he wasn’t into younger women. Whatever had gone on last night had been because you were friends, like Jensen said.

That didn’t stop you from putting on your most casually adorable outfit and driving over to the brewery. Jensen had texted you earlier in the day that he would be working the bar if you needed anything, and that planted the seed in your mind. Even if you didn’t expect anything to happen, it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple drinks while you ogled your crush. You know, to cheer yourself up.

The smile he gave you when you took a seat at the bar erupted even more butterflies in your stomach. You gave a little wave and smiled bigger when he came over to see you.

“Your face looks better,” Jensen commented.

“Wow, thanks,” you teased him.

Jensen laughed. “You know what I mean. What’ll be?”

“Same we had last night, please. I really liked that.”

“Ah, my favorite.” He filled a pint glass and set it in front of you. “Not too much. You’ve got to work in the morning.”

You shook your head as you drank down a good portion of the beer. “I quit.”

Jensen’s eyes went wide, but you explained about Bryan’s remarks and your boss’s reaction. When you were done telling the whole thing, he said he was proud of you.

“I’m glad you stood up for yourself.”

“Even if your friend is an unemployed loser now?” you snorted. It had been meant as a joke, but fell just shy of humor.

Jensen chucked you under the chin. “You’re not a loser, Y/N. I don’t care that you’re unemployed, but if you want, you can work here for a while, till you find something else.”

“Jensen, you don’t have to do that. You’ve helped me enough – more than enough.”

He shook his head. “I told you when you moved in next door that I was here to help with whatever you need, and I meant that. Now, you’ve already been drinking so you can’t start tonight. How about Monday?”

You could have hugged him across the counter, you were so excited. You agreed to meet him there Monday morning to get started.

“I find it interesting that he is so quick to help you all of the sudden,” Kari commented when she came over the next day. “Like after he found out you were dating someone.”

“I wasn’t dating someone, I went on a date with somebody and it turned out awful,” you corrected.

Kari rolled her eyes. “Not the point, Y/N/N.”

“Your point is invalid. Jensen had helped with a lot of things since I moved in.”

Kari nodded. “How many times before all of this did you two fall asleep on your couch together before all of this?”

You didn’t want to answer her. You knew what she was getting at, but if you allowed yourself to go there, even just in your mind, you were setting yourself up for disappointment. Just like that hadn’t stopped you from dressing cute and going to the brewery to see him when you needed cheering up, it didn’t stop you from dressing to impress to meet him Monday morning, either,

After giving you a full tour of the place, Jensen went through the office duties that would now be your responsibility. You had expected to be waiting tables or washing dishes; Jensen warned you there would be some of that but mostly you would be working as his office manager.

You sat on the counter of the bar while he put away glasses, teasing him about taking advantage of the new help, when he looked at you with an expression that fell somewhere between amused and curious.

“What if I did take advantage?” he asked.

Your smile quickly faded. “Seriously? Of me?”

Jensen set down the glass in his and moved closer to where you were sitting. He settled himself between your knees; you weren’t offended but … well, you weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling at that moment.

“I mean, not really take advantage of course,” Jensen clarified. That wasn’t something you were worried about, but you appreciated the effort. His fingers pushed your hair behind your ear. “But I was already thinking about you probably way more than I should. Then everything went down with that guy, and you came to me. It got me thinking about more things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about.”

The uncertainty fell away and you knew exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted. When Jensen’s hand carded into your hair before gently guiding your mouth towards his, a daydream you had indulged in time and time again became a reality.

When Jensen parted from you, he did so slowly; somehow, he must have known that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself upright immediately after he broke that perfect kiss. A million things were running through your head. When you were able to form a coherent sentence again, you decided to just be honest with him.

“A few days ago, I had a date with a guy I’ve ha d my eye on for a while. It didn’t turn out so well.”

“I know,” he said softly, not moving from where he stood. His hands ran up and down your thighs, and the movement sent shivers up and down your spine.

Deep breath. “I’ve had a thing for you since I met you pretty much. With you being older than me, and my neighbor who helped me every now and then, I never expected anything to come of it. Then all of that happened, and now we’re sleeping on couches together and you’re telling me things and we’re kissing on your bar.”

“I know,” Jensen said again.

“Say something besides ‘I know’.”

He kissed you, a soft, chaste peck this time. “I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know it didn’t work out for you so well last time, getting the guy you wanted. But I want you too, Y/N. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and take care of you. Maybe though, we can start with dinner tomorrow night? You know, a proper one. Kari can come over to help you get ready, I’ll put on some expensive cologne. That kind of thing.”

“I’d like that,” you said with a light laugh. “Thank you for understanding.”

Jensen nodded and helped you off the bar. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”

Monday and Tuesday were usually the days the brewery was closed, so that everyone could recover from the weekend. You and Jensen had gone in the day before so he could finish up the paperwork from the weekend and show you how things worked. With all of your nerves over your date that night, you appreciated that you had the day off.

With all of that nervous energy, you decided it would be a good day to deep clean the house before you had to get ready to go out with Jensen later that night. You opened the windows and let the early summer breeze air out the place.

Always careful about bothering the neighbors, you had your music quietly playing as you moved about the house. A lawn mower revved up outside in the early afternoon, so you turned up the volume on your music.

You were in a pair of jean cutoffs and a thin, loose tank top. No shoes on your feet, and your hair in a messy bun on your head. You’d washed your face that morning, but the glow of the sweat build-up from working in the house had added a sheen to your exposed skin.

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that’ll haunt me whenever you’re not around
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

You didn’t care one bit about that when one of your guilty pleasure songs came on and you immediately thought of Jensen.

It didn’t matter that you were a mess or that you were going to see him later. You had something to tell Jensen, and you needed to tell him now.

You jogged out the front door, the screen slamming behind you. You looked over towards Jensen’s house and saw that he was the one mowing. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his face and chest, and that only made your heart quicken. Summoning up the courage, you stood in front of the mower.

Jensen came to an abrupt stop and took the headphones from his ears. “Y/N, you all right?”

You nodded. “I know this must sound crazy, but I couldn’t wait until tonight to tell you. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and take care of you, too. I don’t want to do this slow dating thing. I want us to do this, for real.”

He stood to the side of the mower. “You sure?”

“As sure as I’ve ever been of anything. I’ve spent way too long just being the girl next door. I want to be your girl.”

Jensen grinned. The connection between the two of you became magnetic; you met in the middle of the distance between you. Jensen pulled you up into his arms, and your legs wrapped around his hips. You pressed your mouth hard against Jensen’s, but forming that pucker to kiss him was difficult.

All you could do in that moment was smile.

what your fav act 2 song says about you

Welcome to Falsettoland – you just really want to punch nancy reagan in the face

The Year of the Child – your favorite line in the whole musical is “look, look, look, look, look, it’s a lesbian from next door!”

Miracle of Judaism – you are secretly a 12 year old boy on the inside

The Baseball Game – you live for marvin trying to flirt with whizzer

A Day in Falsettoland – you are in awe at the groundbreaking way finn draws parallels between all the romances in the show

Everyone Hates His Parents – you either had a bad relationship with your parents of just really love mendel 

What More Can I Say? – you truly believe marvin and whizzer invented true love

Something Bad Is Happening – you call dr. charlotte your wife

Holding to the Ground –  you definitely support trina and love her character development

Days Like This – you love the tight knit family antics and probably want your own found family

Cancelling the Bar Mitzvah – you actually trust mendel’s advice (which you shouldn’t)

Unlikely Lovers – you’re literally gay

Another Miracle of Judaism – jason is your child and you would die for him

You Gotta Die Sometime –  you just really want andrew to win that damn tony part 2

Jason’s Bar Mitzvah – you cried when mendel said “son of whizzer, son of mendel, and godchild to the lesbians from next door”

What Would I Do? – you just love crying I guess

This Is War [13] ~End~

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1253

Warnings: Feelings. Mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This is it!! This is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading and for putting up with my huge gaps in posting!! I appreciate every single like, reblog and comment that I’ve gotten and it means the world to me that you’ve stuck through to the ending. Thank you all xoxo

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Spider-Man's metabolism is extra fast? What do people think of him always being hungry if so? And is it compounded by him being a teenager? Is he scared he won't grow because he can never get enough nutrition? Ton of questions, I'm sorry... but I wonder about whether the poor kid ever gets enough to eat 'cause heaven knows it never seems like the teenage boys I know do and it makes me concerned/curious (concernioused?) for what it'd be like for one with an extra fast metabolism.

Anon, I know this has been in my inbox for an eternity, (sorry) 

Peter is always worried about gaining and keeping his weight on, always. Peter will probably never stop worrying. 

  • Peter was already a skinny guy when he got bitten. And as a kid that was asthmatic, pron-to illness, and never really liked sports, Peter hadn’t expected to bulk up at all. 
  • But once he became a web-slinging hero he had to really watch his food intake. (and not in the way a normal teenage boy might have too) 
  • Peter noticed two things right off the bat- 
  1. He was always hungry, always. No matter how much Peter ate he somehow always felt like he had room for more. 
  2. If he didn’t eat to replace all the calories he burned on patrols he would lose weight fast. Like unhealthily fast. 
  • Peter kind of figures that having an extra fast metabolism and a healing factor was worth the vicious animal that was now his stomach. But the teenager would be lying if he said it didn’t make him nervous. 
  • And it worried him for a couple reasons-
  1. The main thing that troubled Peter was the fact that Aunt May and he just didn’t have enough income to support his stomach, and Peter didn’t know what else to do about that other than getting a job and eating less.
  2. Peter also worried about how the lack of food must be affecting his body (if his obvious ribs and hips were anything to go by) than he was guessing not good.

(I privately head-canon- that because of not having enough food Peter never grew to his full height. (This isn’t to be construed into me thinking Aunt May didn’t do her absolute best, or that Peter was starving to death) I just think it’s a realistic thing to have happen- because if Peter could have enough food to fill him every single day, he would eat them out of a house quite literally)

  • Aunt May definitely noticed Peter’s garbage disposal of a stomach and she makes sure to cook more food and give Peter bigger helping on his plate. (she did it slowly so that Peter wouldn’t notice) 
  • Peter’s classmates also notice Peter’s new found appetite, and some people (MJ and Gwen) will pass him power bars or give him some of their food at lunch. 
  • While his other peers (Flash) make fun of him for it and tease him, (even forcing Peter to eat food off the floor-“hey aren’t you always hungry Puny Parker?! This looks good!”
  • Though I will say- when Flash once caught Peter changing in the locker rooms (Peter always changed in a stall so that people wouldn’t see how skinny he was, or his random bruises from patrol) the bully got really concerned-
    “Parker, who did that to you?”
    “Flash?!”
    “Who Parker, who?” 
    “I- I was skateboarding-”
    “That’s a load of crap, Par- Peter,” 
    “It’s just a few scrapes leave me alone, Flash” 
  • (Peter is pretty sure that Flash now thinks he’s being abused, but there’s nothing he can do about that now) And Flash kind of left Peter alone after that. (Though concerned and worried looks were levered his way now, often) 
  • The superhero community takes notice of the Spidey’s black hole of a stomach after hanging out with the teenager, and they all shove food at Peter too. 
  • Though at first Spidey was all spluttery and embarrassed, and the teen didn’t want to take their charity or pity. (Cuze sometimes the kid is a stubborn dork) But after some of them explained- “you do a lot for this city, it’s the least we can do to feed you kiddo”- in a few words or less, Peter now takes the food happily. 
  • The Fantastic Four have him over for dinners and when Peter hangs out with Johnny there are always snacks and or takeout. And it doesn’t really feel like charity, it just feels like family.
  • The Avengers will ‘trick’ Spidey into coming over after they’ve patrolled/battled together- “we need to check that wound, kid, come back to the Tower” -and then let the Spider stuff his face after they’ve stitched him up. 
  • Daredevil doesn’t dottle around the subject, he just throws food at the teenager with an exasperated (but fond) “I could hear your stomach growling from three blocks away, eat dammit.”   

So overall, Peter’s fast metabolism is a problem. But not one that he can’t deal with. And hey there are worse problems than always being hungry, he’ll grow out of it, right? RIGHT!? 

Sober

Summary: Soulmate AU - you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts x Lorde’s Sober || What will you do when you’re sober?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language (I am so sorry in advance)

Word Count: 1631

A/N: Here’s my submission for my wife Blade’s 2k Writing Challenge! Hope y’all enjoy, this might just be a personal favorite of mine now. (Italics indicate reader’s/Bucky’s thoughts / lyrics are set aside)

Originally posted by pinkywinky44

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