i cry every time at this part

Idaho state investigator Russ Reneau describing Ted Bundy during his talks with him in Florida: “He was very deliberate in his responses, his statements to us.  At times during the interview, he appeared to be emotional.  When I say emotional, he was not crying.  He told me it was difficult for him to discuss parts of the incidents he was describing.  He was very slow, very deliberate in every answer he gave us and he thought for a long time before he answered us.”  

When asked why he committed the murders, Bundy responded “only obliquely.  When we asked him why he made that trip (to Pocatello, Idaho where he killed Lynette Culver) he said it was because ‘of the madness.’  He did not elaborate on that.”       

(The Spokesman-Review - Jan 25, 1989)

anonymous asked:

Sorry to disrupt your themed asks, but I am troubled. I'm sad and I want to cry but I can't, I've already moved onto the moping/depressed state. How can I get myself to cry so I can move on?

No problem, love. As I said, any type of ask is welcome.

There are different stages of grief, and each part needs to be validated and moved through for the grief process to be completed. There is no certain amount of time, or pattern. It is different for every person and every situation.

You need to go on your bed, or another similar, quiet, secluded place, and put your arms around yourself and touch yourself nicely. Validate your grief, your feelings, and tell yourself aloud that you don’t need to hold onto it. You need to shed your tears and honour your pain. Take deep breaths and blink your eyes and sigh deeply.

Think about the situation and where the pain is coming from and dug into that. Pull out the nastiness, coddle it, cry over it, and the let it go; as many times as you need.

• So this is us, @officialmariannino and me, meeting for the first time after 9 months of talking online.

We met through a Jacksepticeye group and since then we haven’t stop talking every single day. We both help each other and I have to say, it is a friendship that will remain in our hearts. Even though we talked for about 10 seconds because I had to leave (I was with school, and so was Marianna) we made these 10 seconds special by laughing and crying xD

Thank you Jack because without you I wouldn’t meet her, and thank you Marianna for being a part of my life now :)

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Want and need were words that got eaten smaller and smaller: Freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with Blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss Blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold Blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes.

What do you want, Adam?

To feel awake when my eyes are open.

anonymous asked:

Can I get some Pidge and Coran headcanons

Coming at you with that NICHE MARKET

  • Coran will never admit it but he’s like 70% sure Pidge is actually eight-years-old (or the equivalent in Altean years). He thinks Pidge is like, a super-accomplished baby.
    • Lance: Okay but like… He’s not wrong lmfao (dodges a wrench) Hey! Coran, Pidge is throwing a tantrum again!!!!!
    • Coran: Oh dear, looks like Pidge is overdue for a nap :( (dodges a screwdriver)
    • Pidge: I hate this fucking family!!!!! >8C
  • Pidge offhandedly mentions during dinner that she’s trying to learn Altean and Coran is like (slams down spork) I WILL BE YOUR TUTOR. He gets very into it. He even codes up a space version of kahoot. He also baby proofs the Castle’s version of Killer Rosetta Stone®
  • Coran: Oh, hello Pidge! I’ve been looking all over for y-
    Pidge: (bolts)
    Coran: (immediately gives chase) YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE OF US THAT CAN FIT IN THE VENTS, PIDGE!!
    Pidge: I’M NOT CLEANING THE FREAKING VENTS AGAIN, GO AWAY CORAN.
    • Pidge: Why do the vents even need to be clean, I hate this family so much
    • Lance: I’ll trade med bay duty with you for a day if you want
    • Pidge: Deal.
  • Coran brings Pidge along every time he goes hunting for ship parts because Pidge can cry on command. It’s a very effective tactic for speeding up negotiations.
  • Pidge: (downs a cup of nutritional goo like a shot)
    Shiro: What are you doing?
    Pidge: (slams cup down) Coran keeps calling me ‘Number 5′ and I am determined to prove him wrong. 
  • Pidge is honestly blown away by Coran’s brilliance?? Like, the space uncle is usually used as comedy relief, but he’s honestly so freaking smart and Pidge is like (tears in her eyes) I Would Die For You Coran.
    • Coran is equally impressed by Pidge, because she’s so small and young but so brilliant? He constantly tells her how she would’ve fit in and even shone on Altea. 
    • At first Pidge thinks he’s being patronizing, ‘oh look at how hard the Earthling tries’, but then she realizes that no. Coran honestly thinks that highly of her. He gets misty-eyed whenever he talks about how Pidge and Hunk would’ve flourished in the classrooms on Altea.
  • Coran: Okay, but are you sure you don’t have any Altean blood in you? At all? A great-great-great-great-great to the eighth degree great grandmother, perhaps?
    • Pidge: Nope. I’m from the midwest. Which probably makes me some kind of alien, but still a human one.
  • Coran tries to stealth-parent Pidge, but Pidge always manages to turn it around on him.
    • Coran tries to convince Pidge to take a break and eat. Five minutes later he’s in the kitchen making tea for them both and he has no idea how he got there.
    • Coran tries to get Pidge to take a nap. Ten minutes later he’s giving her and Hunk a crash-course lesson on how to maintain the Lions in a worst-case-scenario pinch.
    • Coran: ????
  • Pidge: (cackles as she programs the training bots to chase Lance around the training room)
    Shiro: Oh geez, don’t worry Coran I’ll stop her.
    Coran: (smiling fondly) (glances over at Allura) Ah, don’t worry Shiro. The Princess used to be just like this when she was younger, and she turned out alright!

Having just finished my Sense8 season 2 binge I need to gush, so here are some of my favourite moments in no particular order

  • Min-Jung impaling a motherfucker, and then leaving the prison with Sun
  • The look on the journalist bitch’s face when Lito was the most gracefully spoken human being on the planet
  • 58 MINUTES!!!
  • Riley’s dad playing Secret Agent Man on the ukulele
  • Amanita: “Did you come up with that yourself, just now?”
    The Guy: “Nah there’s an app for it”
  • Lito: “There’s just something about him”
    Riley’s ex: “Yeah, those movies are kinda cheesy”
    Lito: “I change my mind I don’t trust him”
  • The whole bus cheering when Capheus and Zakia kissed
  • Her dog whimpers when she’s gone and watches the gate hoping she’ll walk through, I’m not ok
  • FUCKING WOLFGANG’S GRIN WHEN NOMI “THREATENED” HER NEW BROTHER IN LAW DURING THE SPEECH AND THE OH SHIT SHE’S SERIOUS LOOK IN THE DUDES EYES
  • WOLFGANG’S GRIN WHEN LITO WAS STANDING UP FOR DANI
  • WOLFGANG BOGDANOW’S FUCKING GRIN
  • Depressed Lito just showing up when Sun and Nomi were talking
  • Sun demanding Depressed Lito stop crying but then cuddling a pillow with him
  • “I think the fact that we all fit in the tub makes it ours.”
  • Mr Hoy drinking Irn Bru is just very important to the Scottish part of me ok?
  • “That’s the first time he called me daughter”
  • Detective Mun and the cemetry fight
  • NOMINITA ARE ENGAGED!
  • Kala venting to Will about Lila
  • Kala threatening Lila
  • Kala blowing up a fucking car
  • “My sister’s a fucking terminator”
  • Riley and Lito screaming in the art museum
  • Will every time he fooled Whispers.
  • Will punching Whispers in the fucking face
  • Transphobic groomsman: says transphobic shit
    Sun: Did he just say what I think he said? Do you want me to hurt him?
  • Nomi: Well maybe just a little
  • Ah but England has great tea…. I watch a lot of movies….
  • “I think I just caught the sense8 equivilant of an STD”

There are probably a lot more things that I’ll think of later, and I’ll probably gush about some of these indivual points again too, but now it’s almost 4am and I need sleep.

People should totally feel free to add stuff to this though

My All-Time Top Ten Favourite Fanfics

I’ve thought about doing this list for quite a while now. Let me tell you why. 

Being part of a fandom is, for the most part, quite awesome. However, being a fanfic writer can be quite daunting and discouraging, especially if you don’t get the feedback you’re looking for. As a writer myself, I just want to spread the love and point people towards some amazing, amazing works I’ve loved and have been inspired by since I was a mere thirteen year-old discovering ff.net for the first time. I really, really hope you guys check these stories out. In my humble opinion, they are even better than some original novels that have been published over the years. (*cough* Twilight *cough*) 

At the end of the post, I’ve tagged TEN people here on Tumblr. I hope these people who are tagged will share ten of their all-time favourite fics and tag ten more people, and hopefully, we can keep this whole ‘support for fanfic authors’ thing going for a while yet. Fingers crossed! :) 

Originally posted by applekisses

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1. The Life and Times (Harry Potter) by Jewels5 ( @itreallyatemyhand ) - The story of James and Lily’s sixth and seventh year at Hogwarts, and how they fall in love. This fic remains THE fic for me; it is practically canon in my mind.  If you’re a long-time Harry Potter fanfic reader, you’d probably have heard of TLAT. This fic has its own fandom, for God’s sake. (It’s even been mentioned in a Buzzfeed article? Whattt?) But if you haven’t heard of it, START READING IT NOW. I can’t gush enough about how well-plotted and well written this story is. It has inspired my own writing throughout the years and I’ve reread it more than five times. It physically pains me that it might never be finished, but don’t let this stop you from enjoying these 36 chapters. They will make you laugh, they will make you cry, they will make you fall in love, and trust me when I say - you won’t ever be disappointed. I still come back to this story every now and then, and every time, I fall in love with it a little bit more. - Multi-chapter on ff.net

2. The Queen Susan in Tashbaan, Part 2 of the Stone Gryphon (Narnia) by @rthstewart - The Pevensies aiding the British war effort in WWII. If you’re a history lover and a Narnia fan, you MUST read this story. The amount of history woven into this series is simply awe-inspiring. The plot still floors me, even after all these years. And the characters - both the canon ones and the original ones - are written and expanded so beautifully. Not only that, there is a lot of heart to this story and a very real, very palpable sense of bittersweetness to everything. - Multi-chapter on AO3

3. A Sea of Golden Sand (Narnia) by Andi Horton - The events of “The Horse and His Boy” through the perspectives of the Pevensies. This is everything - I repeat - EVERYTHING you’d want from a Golden-Age Narnia fic. This story chronicles the events leading up to the final battle at Anvard, from Rabadash’s visit to Narnia to Aravis and Shasta coming to Archenland. It is incredibly, incredibly well-written, filled with humour, heart, and amazing characters. And although it was published in 2007, most stories in the Narnia fandom don’t even come close to this level of badassery! Edmund, one of my favourite characters ever, is pretty much swoon-worthy in this. I’m legitimately in love with this version of Edmund. - Multi-chapter on ff.net

4. Troubles Melt Like Lemon Drops (Narnia) by Francienyc - The Pevensies navigating life in England after they’re not allowed to go back to Narnia. Lots of sibling bonding in this one, but by God, the simplicity and the subtleness of their pain! It has been years, but I still think of this fic every once in a while, and it still chokes me up a little. - One-shot on ff.net

5. Hung Out to Dry (Narnia) by @rthstewart - Jill/Eustace but with an angsty, heartbreaking twist. Despite how short it is, it is still one of my favourite things I’ve ever read. The aesthetics, the silences, the unrequited love - this story has it all. Every time I read it, I find myself still getting emotional by the simplest of sentences. In short, just exquisite. - One-shot on AO3

6. Fools (Harry Potter) by lyin’ ( @thegirlwholied ) - The First Order of the Phoenix, with the Marauders, the Prewett twins, and Marlene Mckinnon. I remember crying my eyes out the first time I read this story, years and years ago. Yes, there are a ton of First Order fics out there. But please trust me when I say - none of them is quite like this one. This story will undoubtedly shatter you, but in the best of ways. - Multi-chapter on AO3

7. In Their Autumn Beauty (Harry Potter) by lyin’ ( @thegirlwholied ) - The teenagers of the First Order of the Phoenix as seen through the eyes of the much older, much more jaded Dorcas Meadowes. This story is only 2,000 words long, but it has stayed with me for years and years. It is so, so beautiful. Please. Just read it. I beg you. It’ll take you only ten minutes, maybe. You won’t regret it. - One-shot on ff.net

8. Joy in the Mourning (Narnia) by Andi Horton - The Pevensies during the Blitz in London, after they’re not allowed to go back to Narnia. I also remember crying when I first read this. (Yes, there really is a pattern here; I do cry a lot.) This story really captures what the Narnia books are about: finding joy and hope amidst despair. - One-shot on ff.net

9. The Death of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire) by La Reine Noire  ( @poorshadowspaintedqueens ) - The events leading up to and of Robert’s Rebellion through the perspectives of the Dead Ladies Club, primarily Lyanna Stark, Ashara Dayne, and Elia Martell. Usually, I’m not a fan of fics about Robert’s Rebellion; I find most authors’ take of the events hard to believe and the characters not well fleshed out. This story, however, is EPIC and SO well-written, you’d think it was canon while you’re reading it! I cried buckets at the end, of course. If you’re a fan of the ASOIAF books, definitely give this one a try. - Multi-chapter on AO3

10. Corellian Gin (Rogue One) by guineapiggie ( @ruby-red-inky-blue ) - Jyn/Cassian surviving Scariff, with bits told through the eyes of Bodhi. Of course, I had to squeeze in a Rogue One fic somehow, but I really had a hard time choosing ONE story from my old writing partner, guineapiggie. I nearly chose “The World Through A Scope”“Beinahe”, or something from the series that we wrote together (”Happy Endings”/ “Where’s My Love?”), but I settled on this one instead because it is one of the first Rogue One fics I read that made me tear up. I LOVE a bit of well-written romantic angst, and this story has it in spades. - One-shot on AO3

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HONOURABLE MENTIONS (because I can’t quite help myself):

Harry Potter - Anything by lyin’ ( @thegirlwholied ), especially Brackets (Sirius/Marlene), Stray Thought (Sirius/Marlene), and the No, Nay, Never series (the First Order of the Phoenix). 

Narnia - Firstly, anything by Andi Horton, especially King’s Champion (Edmund-centric) and The Better Part (Pevensies bonding). Secondly, The Delight of My Eyes (Aravis/Shasta) by Francienyc. And lastly, Rat and Sword Go To War (Pevensies in WWII) by @rthstewart , as well as the rest of her The Stone Gryphon series. 

Rogue One - Resistance is Built On Hope (WWII AU) by ChronicOlicity, Floating, Sinking (fix-it fic) by @shu-of-the-wind, the violet hour (Jyn/Cassian modern au) by caramelle or @mellamymake, the road that sets into the sun (a beautiful Jyn/Cassian in the SW Legends-verse) by lyin’ ( @thegirlwholied ), and all the angsty Jyn/Cassian stories by guineapiggie ( @ruby-red-inky-blue ). 

Originally posted by jpaddey

TAGS: Now, to join me in this venture of spreading fanfic love (yes, I’m perfectly aware of how weird that sounds), I’d like to invite these ten awesome individuals who I have interacted with here or on AO3: @ruby-red-inky-blue, @operaticspacetrash, @yavemiel, @rxbxlcaptain, @rapha-senna, @thenewleeland, @pingou7, @jeroncassianandor, @lclrgsl and @rebelcaptainfics. And don’t worry! You guys don’t have to write these long reviews for each of your recommendation like I did; I was simply bored and overzealous! :) 

If you’re not tagged, but have seen this on your dash and want to jump in on the action, please feel free to make your own list and tag ten more people. Let’s show appreciation for fanfic writers who put so much work and time into writing these stories we love so much! <3 

Fairy Tail is ending?!

I just heard that apparently Fairy Tail might be ending and yes, i legit cried. 

Originally posted by asosyalbey

Like a lot

Originally posted by bugbuttrainbow

Fairy Tail has been a massive part of my life for a long time now and  has helped me so much through my loneliness and depression. I have such an unreal connection to it and it’s my escape. So, if i have to say goodbye. I will re-watch every episode, re-read every chapter and every side story and do everything i can before i raise my hand to the sky. 

Cry. And remember the people who have changed the way i view the people in my life and taught me to never say no to an adventure. Thank you Fairy Tail. I will never forget you. 

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You guys. I saw my childhood come alive on stage today.

This show is incredibly silly, but in the best possible way.  The actors were phenomenal and so, so accurate.

Highlights:

  • Annabeth is blonde and has curly hair. Enough said. (Kristin Stokes was fabulous, and v v badass)
  • The set was super minimalist and it worked so well?? They did a fantastic job incorporating the set into the action, so when cast/crew moved set pieces it didn’t look awkward, it just fit.
  • I really can’t explain how great the cast was.  There were like 7 or 8 cast members, and most of them played multiple characters and killed it. Every single cast member was memorable. 
  • There were lines DIRECTLY FROM THE BOOK. And every single time they said one of them the audience gave a collective gasp
  • “You drool when you sleep” “Seaweed brain” “Wise Girl”
  • I admit I wasn’t impressed with “Good Kid” when I heard it online, but live it was great.  The music is so so so good, and it’s driving me crazy that there’s no soundtrack yet.
  • Personally speaking, I came close to crying the second I walked into the theater. I guess I didn’t realize how much I missed acting and being in a theater, being part of a cast. I’m so ready to go back to that.
  • Also personally speaking, I’m vaguely in love with both Chris Mccarrell and Kristen Stokes. So I’ll let you know how that works out.
  • God I was gonna go on and on but I’m getting overwhelmed because I’m a weenie lmao. TL;DR I loved it, it made me slightly emotional, and it. was. GOOD.

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Burying The Child - Feyre Fanfic

A Feyre character exploration fanfiction. Set post ACOMAF in the spring court, with Lucien for company. Warnings for discussion of mental health and grieving.

Burying The Child - Gen/K

History was once again repeating itself, but this time I was different; I would not make the same mistakes as I had before. I doubted I could even if I wanted to. Fate and its sick sense of humour had warped me too much for that.

“I remember when Tamlin first bought you those paints,” Lucien mused. “You sat in here all day for weeks, like a child with a new toy. It was very endearing, really.”

He sat across from me, lounging upon a daybed below a window in the gallery. His body lay splashed with sunlight, turning his hair a gorgeous shade of amber and his bronze skin, exposed by the open-necked shirt he wore, shone like clear liquid honey. One could mistake him for a god were it not for the signs of strain that recent events had carved into him, from his hollow cheeks to his nervous, restless fingers; The latter of which was really quite irksome.

“Stop fidgeting,” I quipped, frowning and biting down on the tip of my tongue. “I’ll never be able to get you right if you keep moving. Honestly, and you compare me to a child.”

“I do have a few years on you, fair lady.”

“That only makes it worse.”

Lucien managed to still himself for a rather pathetic minute before his forefinger resumed their tapping upon his thigh, but I made no comment. The back and forth bitching we’d developed when I’d first arrived at the Spring Court had now evolved beyond the antipathy and mourning we’d shared. He no longer held the death of Andras against me, and I in turn agreed not to speak of what had passed here whilst I was at the Night Court. This silent agreement meant we were both more comfortable in sharing quiet moments together, knowing neither would verbally assault the other. In a case of mutually assured destruction, we both knew the wounds such talk would inflict could scar us both.

“I can’t believe it’s only been a year since we first met,” Lucien said, his gaze fixed out the window at the surrounding gardens. “Only a year since we were all prisoners. Or, a year since we were able to admit to it aloud.”

He was breaching dangerous territory, but I’d long stopped being scared by it. It had only been two months since my return to Spring, and yet it was already apparent to me that no one save Tamlin and Ianthe thought the deal with Hybern was wise. Since the High Lord and his Priestess were out on a ride that day, I saw no harm in letting Lucien say whatever it was that was bothering him.

“Missing Amarantha, are we?”

“Oh, dreadfully,” Lucien said, playing along with a theatrical swoon. He laughed when I scolded him for shifting his position. Though I had come to see Lucien as an ally, I could never come to like his laugh. It always spoke of so much pain. “What can I say? She kept Tamlin occupied. He does so love to have an enemy.”

Finished sketching, I took up mixing up the colours I needed on the paint palette. “He’s a fool for choosing Rhysand as his new target,” I said quietly, struggling to get the right skin tone. There would be time to learn proper painting technique, if only I could survive the war. The past year had been spent fashioning me into a weapon, no time for games. Who I was had been carved into steel and fire and power, so that I was more a what than a whom to the world now. Beyond what I had briefly shared with Rhys, I had not known softness in a long time.

“If what you say about the Night Court is true, I don’t doubt it.” Lucien looked over at me, his metal eye as unnerving as ever. Still I had not dared to ask just what it allowed him to see, but I felt as if it could somehow discern the contents of my soul.

He chewed the inside of his cheek whilst I distracted myself with mixing paint, before he finally spoke, “You’ve changed so much, Feyre.” He smiled, but it did not reach his eyes. “I must admit, I’m impressed by who you have become. Even if Rhysand did not exist, I’d hate to make a foe of you. So forgive me when I say I am also in mourning.”

Cocking my head, I finally had the courage to look back at him. Did he speak of Elain now? “Mourning whom?” I asked. The smile he gave me hurt as much as the two months apart from Rhysand had. It spoke of pity, pity I could not bear.

“I am in mourning for a close friend. A friend I made under Amarantha’s rule. A human girl, who came here with childish anger, who could be made happy and placid by nothing more than paint. A girl who screamed and cried and didn’t know any better than to wander out at night on Calanmai, and who could fall in love even with a Beast.” He did not drop my gaze. “I grieve for you too, for losing her. I’m sorry you can’t be her any more.”

He’d spoken so softly, so quietly, that we both flinched when I snapped my paintbrush in half. Claws edged out of my knuckles, my grip too tight. I was still learning the depths of my new strength, though I didn’t care as anger flashed upon my tongue. “Don’t be,” I hissed, snatching a fresh brush and ramming it in the prepared paint to coat it. “She was a stupid, foolish little victim who knew no better.”

“That, fair Feyre,” Lucien said, back to looking out at the gardens, “is exactly why I mourn for you.”

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She finds out about their occupation, but doesn’t run away.

Anon asked: “ Can you do a reaction to where y/n discovers he is the leader of a mafia group. Y/n is shocked and afraid at first but slowly comes to accept it. Y/n doesn’t run away. But just shocked”

Thank you for your request, here you go :)

This started as a short reaction, but somewhere along the way I got lost in my train of thought and this is what happened. I hope that’s okay. #sorrynotsorry

Trigger warning. 

Prologue: You weren’t supposed to find out.He tried to be as careful as he could. But one day you were heading home, a patrol cruiser pulled up and two officers approached you and asked you to come with them for some questioning.
What followed was an hour of grueling interrogation. The detective seemed to be convinced that he was a part of the mafia. A leader actually. So he wanted every bit of information that he could get. After he realised that you truly had no idea what he was talking about, he let you go. But by that time you were already shaking and questioning everything you knew about your boyfriend.

  Jin/ Kim Seokjin
As soon as you entered your apartment, Jin was right in front of you.
“Are you ok, Y/n? What happened? Were you crying?”
“Jin..I..”
“Did someone hurt you
?” His eyes darkened. He was always the protective type.And just thinking about someone hurting you made his blood boil.
“No.. Jin.. I want to ask you something.. But please answer truthfully”
His back straightened as he beheld you. He let out a shaky breath before he asked"
“What is it Y/n? ”
“What is your real occupation?”
“Why are you asking me this right now?”
“Well.. this detective… he said.. you are a mafia leader… Is it true Jin? Why did you never mention this?”

He tensed. You could see in his eyes that he was debating wether or not he should tell you the truth.
“Me being in the mafia.. would it change the way you see me?”
“I don’t know.. I mean, you do kill people, don’t you?”
“Yes, but..you know that I love you,Y/n. My occupation will never change that. And I wanted to keep you in the dark because I didn’t want you to get involved. To know this side of me. To possibly be on my enemy’s radar. I wanted to protect you”
“I understand that, but.. You lied to me. How can I trust you?”
“Please, give me another chance. I will regain your trust. Just, don’t leave me. You are my only happiness .”
He said while coming closer, opening his arms hesitantly. You sighed. But went over to him, letting him pull you into a hug, while nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck.
“It’s alright. I love you too. And I promise I’ll try. I’ll try to understand and support you”
“Thank you.
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Originally posted by yoonjxn


Kim Namjoon/ Rap Monster
You arrived home to a worried Namjoon. “Baby, what’s wrong?” “Nothing.. Don’t worry.”  Namjoon frowned, but he didn’t ask anything else. After all, he had his ways of finding out. And he was not happy. So that night, when he thought you were asleep, he went ahead and made a call “I want him dead. I want his body to never be found, understand?” and then lied next to you again before he fell asleep. But you were wide awake. And you had heard everything. You spent the following hours contemplating what you should do. After a few hours, you have decided. He might be a mafia member, but.. His usual self.. was it just a mask? You had to find out. So you got up and went to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee while you waited for him to get up. About an hour later he  stormed into the room, visibly panicked. “Y/n. I thought… ”
“What? That I ran away?”

“…”
“Why did you never tell me about this? If it wasn’t for that detective, would you have ever told me? ”
“I don’t know.. I was afraid.. I am afraid. That you are going to run away and leave me. Forgetting everything we had toghether just because of my occupation

“I love you, Namjoon. But, I don’t know if I can do this” You saw his eyes darken from the quiet rage now burning under his skin.
“What will hapen if you get caught? What if something happens to you? What if.. What if you get killed? What will I do?”
His gaze imeediatly softened. He came beside you and caressed you face. “None of that will happen. I won’t ever be taken from your side. I promise you that. Just. Stay with me. I need you.” He pulled you into a hug. “I love you. I know this world of mine is fucked up. Please, don’t leave me” He felt your tears on his shirt and pulled away to see you nodding. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I love you, Y/n”
“I love you too, Namjoon..”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Min Yoongi/ Suga

When you have finally arrived home you found Yoongi sleeping on the sofa. Not something out of the ordinary. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Angelic even. How could someone like him ever be involved in such a dark occupation?

As if he had heard you,he cracked open an eyelid and stared sleepily at you.
You;re back… where were you?”
“Well.. nowhere important. I… ”
“What is it?
” He looked questioningly at you.
“Is it true that you are a mafia leader?” Better to rip the bandaid right off than to drag things along.
He stiffened. “Why are you asking me this?”
“I just want to know, Yoongi. Was it all a lie? This side of you? Was it all an act?”

He sat up slowly and patted the seat next to him. A silent command. You complied, if only because you wanted to get it over with.
“I would never lie to you. Not about my true self. But I had to hide this part of my life from you because I did not want you to get scared. I wanted you to love me for who I am. ”
“I do love you Yoongi, but-”
“But what?
” He turned to you. Pain and determination to make you stay visible in his eyes.

“I don’t know what the future holds. What will happen if you turn on me? What if I fell out of love with you? Will you let me go? Or will you just hunt me down?” Hurt flashed in his eyes.

“ I would never do that. And if one day you decide that you don’t love me anymore I will understand. I will let you go. But not because you are afraid of my job. That doesn’t influence who I am. And it shouldn’t change your opinion on me either…”

“ Yoongi. .. I promise I will try. I’ll try to understand.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear…Thank you. Thank you Y/n. You don’t know how much it means to me” You pulled him into a soft kiss.

“ We’ll get trough this. Now let’s just get some sleep.”

He flashed his gummy smile, the one you knew he had only when he was truly happy, and pulled you in his arms.

“ I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Jung Hoseok/ J-Hope

You simply could not believe that your ball of sunshine could ever do such thing. It was just impossible. You had to ask him. So you went over to his apartment. He opened the door, beaming but you could see concern in his eyes.

“Jagi! How are you? Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to come over? I would have prepared something special.”

“It’s alright Hoseok. I just wanted to talk to you.”

He frowned, but opened the door to let you pass.

“Actually… I wanted to tell you something too. But you go first" he said while you went to the couch.

“No, no. You first. I’m curious” you replied as you plopped down.

“Well…” He sat next to you,turned so he could see you. “ I wanted to tell you this for a while. ..but I lied to you… You see … I’m not who you think I am..” “What do you mean?” Realisation started sinking in.

“I am a mafia member Y/n. I fought my way to the top. And now I’m fighting to maintain my place. ” He must’ve seen the lack of surprise on your face because he asked “ But something tells me that you already knew”

“ Actually. I’ve just found out, but I wanted to come here and ask you”

“So… now that you know. .. what are you planning to do?” He asked warily. You looked into his eyes

“I want you to know that even though this is a huge shock for me, you are still my Hoseok. And your job won’t change that. Even though I don’t like being lied to” Relief washed over his features and his brighter-than-the-sun smile broke free. Then grabbed you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Aah, I love you so much Jagi! Thank you for believing in me. ”

You let out a laugh and hugged him back. “After all, what would I do without my sunshine?”

Originally posted by bangbangbangtanx


Park Jimin

As soon as you stepped outside of the building, you saw a familiar car pulling in front of you. And sure enough, Jimin got off and ran to you.

“Y/n! Are you ok? Did those idiots hurt you?

” “Yeah, I’m fine.. How did you know I was here?”

“ It doesn’t matter. Now, let’s go home” You weren’t too thrilled about it, considering what you had just found out, but nodded nonetheless. You needed answers. And you were determined to get them. So as soon as you arrived, you asked: “Jimin.. what is your real occupation ?“ He gripped the steering wheel tighter, but stared right ahead as he said “What’s up with all these questions today? ” You said nothing.

He sighed and turned to you. “I am a mafia leader, Y/n. I am not the good guy in the story. But that doesn’t change the way I feel about. That doesn’t mean that the me you have met is not my real self. ..I’m sorry you had to go trough this today. This is why I tried my best to keep you away from this. But I failed. I’m sorry”

“Listen. . I don’t really care about this.. does it terrify me? Maybe. Does it change the way I see at you? No. I just wish you would have told me sooner. ” Surprise laced his features. “Really? You’re not going to run away, screaming and turn me in? ” “No. I would never do that. I love you, you know?

He gripped your hands in his. “You don’t know how happy that makes me. Thank you. For believing in me” He looked down, overwhelmed .

“I love you”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill



Kim Taehyung

You couldn’t believe this. Tae was your friend since middle school. How come you’ve never seen anything suspicious? You had to dig some information. So you went home. Thankfully he wasn’t there (or so you thought) and you started searching trough his desk for any information.

Y/n.” You froze. And slowly looked up at a stone-faced Tae. “ What are you doing? You know you can always come to me for help. Not rummage trough my things. You know.. that’s not very nice.”

“I…”

“What were you looking for? ”

“I… Is it true? Are you a part of you mafia? ” You hadn’t thought it possible, but his gaze became even harder. “What made you ask such crazy things? ” “Please Tae, just tell me the truth. ”

“You want the truth, huh?” He inched closer to you, bracing his hands on the other side of the desk, staring at you. “I am a mafia leader, Y/n. I do despicable things. But I didn’t want you to know that. Because I can’t let you go. And I promise you. If you try to run away, I will find you. Because I can’t leave without you.”

“Who said anything about running? I’m just shocked that you could hide this from me all this time. But, I care about you. And I would never leave you.how can you think such things?

He straightened up, looking utterly confused, but relieved. “I don’t know, most people wouldn’t have such a calm reaction, you know? You’re so weird sometimes…” You laughed. “ I wonder who I got it from. Now, stop looking so confused and let’s go eat something”.

“What? Aren’t you mad at me?”

“A little. But, I understand why you feared telling me this. I really do. However, I love you and I’m not going to let this ruin our relationship.

He ran up to you and started twirling you around, laughing in delight. “I don’t know how I ever got so lucky. I don’t deserve you, Y/n”

“Oh, shut up.”

“I love you too ”

Originally posted by jjks


Jeon Jungkook

You looked at your phone and saw a bunch of missed calls from him. Great.  Just great. You had to call him. He answered at the first ring.

“Where are you? Did something happen? Why didn’t you answer my calls?” “It’s.. a long story. Are you home? I’ll tell you then.” “Yeah, just hurry”

As soon as you got in, he shot up from the sofa “Now will you tell me what happened? I’m dying of concern right here”

“Are you part of the mafia?”

“What? Are you crazy? What makes you ask such things?”

“Well, today a very lovely detective decides to ask me some questions. And I had found out some interesting things, might I add” His eyes started burning with anger.

Y/n. You don’t to have this discussion”

“Yes, I do. Why hadn’t you told me? Why did you lie to me? How could you?” He came right in front of you, his face inches away from yours.

“I wanted to protect you. And I wanted you to look at me like you would at a normal person. I knew that if I would tell you, you would overreact and I wanted you to not see me as a criminal ”

But I don’t, Jungkook. I just want you to be honest. A relationship is built on mutual trust.”

“ I know that and I apologize. But I don’t want to lose you”

“You won’t. Just promise me that you’re going to be honest from now on, ok? ” You said as you cupped his face in your hands and stared into his eyes. His stare softened and he started beaming

“I swear I’m never going to let you down”

“You’d better keep that promise. ” You smiled as he kissed you sweetly.

Originally posted by ohjeonjk

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Ten Years (Part 8)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,475 (minus the flashback) (yes I need to stop)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations, confrontation, crying (every chapter has the same warnings because I’m melodramatic)

A/N: Tags are closed. I rewrote this whole damn thing again, and I’m an angsty bag of trash today, so it’s completely reflected here. I kept asking myself out loud, “Why are you like this?”

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I never told my children what was my job. I never wanted them to feel shame because of me. When my youngest daughter asked me what I did. I used to tell her hesitantly, I was a labourer. Before I went to home I used to take bathe in public toilet so they did not get any hint of the work I was doing. I wanted my daughters to send to school, to educate them. I wanted them to stand with dignity in front of people. I never wanted anyone look down at them like everyone looked down at me. People always humiliated me. I invested every penny of my earning for my daughters’ education. I never bought a new shirt, used the money instead for buying books for them. Respect, which is all I wanted them to earn for me. I was a cleaner. The day before the last date of my daughter’s college admission, I could not manage to get her admission fees. I could not work that day. I was sitting beside the rubbish, was trying hard to hide my tears. I was unable to work that day. All my coworkers were looking at me but no one came to speak. I was failed, heartbroken and I had no idea how to face my daughter who would ask me about the admission fees once I back to home. I am born poor. Nothing good can happen with a poor person that was my belief. After work all cleaners came to me, sat beside and asked if I considered them as brothers. Before I could answer they handed their one day income in my hand. When I was refusing everyone they confronted by saying, ‘We will starve today if needed but our daughter has to go to college.’ I cannot reply them. That day I did not take shower. That day I went to house like a cleaner. My daughter is going to finish her University very soon. Three of them do not let me to work anymore. She has a part time job and three of them do tuition. But often she took me to my working place. Feed all my coworkers along me. They will laugh and ask her why she feed them so often. My daughter told them, ‘All of you starve for me that day so I can become what I am today, pray for me that I can feed you all, every day.‘ Now a days I do not feel, I am a poor man. Whoever has such children, how he can be poor.

- Idris

Okay I know I’ve been saying that Mike Faist shouldn’t win, and it’s not because I hate him or anything. He is a good actor. But the others nominated are much better. I understand why he’s nominated. But he’s not the best of the nominations. The only reason I’ve been posting a lot about not wanting him to win is because the Dear Evan Hansen fandom is turning into the Hamilton fandom. It’s extending way beyond the Broadway fandom. The Audience Choice Awards have proved just that. Mike Faist was barely on stage. His character was a big part of the show but he was literally only on stage for 20 minutes.

His portrayal of his character is incomparable to Andrew Rannells performance of Whizzer from Falsettos. He made every single heart in the audience cry. He made every person feel something. He moved everyone. You could even hear the intense emotions in his songs. The first time I listened to The Games I Play, I had to stop what I was doing because I was overcome with so much emotion.

And I connect more with Dear Evan Hansen than with Falsettos. I don’t have a family I love like Jason does. I don’t have someone like Whizzer. I don’t know anyone who has had aids. No one close to me has ever died.

But I have social anxiety, which causes me to be a pathological liar. I am rude, and was suicidal at one point of my life. I’m not close to either of my parents.

Yet I was able to connect with Whizzer, a character in which I don’t see myself in, more than I was able to connect with Connor, a character I see parts of myself in.

It’s not the characters. It’s the actors. And yes there’s no denying that Mike Faist is a good actor, but he barely has parts in the show, while Andrew has two solo songs. Andrew’s performance also moves people way more that Mike’s.

So I’m not hating on Mike because I am biased towards Andrew. I do not support Mike because I feel Andrew is a better actor.

BTS Reaction: They talk about your insecurity in an argument

Request: Hi dear! 💕 Can I ask for a Bts reaction? With them saying a mean thing (hitting one of your insecurities) they didn’t really think during an argument and immediatly saying sorry after seeing your surprised/sad face. I’m sorry if this is hard 😰🌸💖

A/N: I’ve been looking forward to writing this, thank you for the request anon! ^_^ xx

Jin:

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

It had been such a silly little spat, you two hardly ever argued but maybe that’s what made the fact he said what he did hit you so much harder. The minute the words left his mouth your face turned grave, tears teetering, threatening to spill as time seemed to move in slow motion. ‘Jagi… Jagiya please look at me’ he would whisper, to ashamed of himself to speak properly. ‘Y/N I’m so sorry you know I didn’t mean to…’ he would rush all of his words, desperate to reconcile before he made things any worse. At that moment he honestly felt like the scum of the earth for hurting the one person he loved more than anything.

Yoongi:

Originally posted by infiresfan

Yoongi didn’t use his words often so when he did, they cut like razor sharp glass. As soon as the words fumbled from his lips he felt his stomach churn, not even daring to look at you as tears fell from your cheeks, the air knocked from you entirely. ‘Y/N...’ was all he could get out, speechless at how low he had stooped to use your own insecurity against you. He would have to take himself away from the situation, let it sink in that not only he had messed up big time but possibly lost your trust, using the biggest thing you trusted him with against you. That thought alone caused his heart to tear just a little.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by thedurst

The consequences of what Namjoon had just done would weigh heavily on him immediately. He was supposed to be on your team always, the one you could always turn to and feel comfort in, not the one that tore you down. ‘Y/N, words can’t even describe how sorry I am… you know I think you’re perfect it was just in the heat of the moment…’ he dropped to his knees in front of you, so your hung and heavy head could meet his eyes, to try and show you how sorry he was, not that even he was sure he deserved your forgiveness.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

The moment he saw your tears, his would emerge to, a mixture of both regret and anger at himself weighing on him in equal measures. He was sure you would never trust him again, he wasn’t even sure you’d ever want to see him again, all he could think to do was wrap you in his arms and pull you against him tight, whispering soft apologies into your hair through the tears on his cheeks. He held you tight, like you would break if he let go, or worse, leave.

Jimin:

Originally posted by sugaglos

‘Y/N I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it was so wrong. You know I don’t believe that, I say dumb stuff all the time, you’re the smart one!’ he would scramble at his words, trying desperately to say anything and everything to make up even 1% of the damage he’d done just with a few single, venomous words. Maybe he was toxic, maybe you were better off without him he thought. ‘Baby you know I think you’re kind, clever, beautiful, sexy, elegant…’ he’d carry on, bringing your chin up to greet the sincerity in his eyes.

Tae:

Originally posted by cmtae

The immediate defense he’d jump to is humor. To counter the slump in your shoulders and the anguish in your face he’d do anything and everything to try and make you smile again. In that moment, all he wanted was to be the reason for the happiness he so treasured in your eyes, instead of the painful spike of hurt he was seeing now. ‘Jagi! Aw c’mon jagi you know I didn’t mean that! Hey! Maybe we should go and get some ice cream! You remember that one time I fell over… near that restaurant… please just look at me… I love you…’

Jungkook:

Originally posted by imaginesbts

I’m not sure he’d quite know how to handle what he’d just done, he’d just know he had to back track and take back everything he said if he could. ‘No no no babe please don’t cry… I never want you to cry because of me ever, I’m sorry I said that it was my stupid mouth running off, I promise I’ll try and do better and be a better person for you because I love you, every part of you and never ever want to see you like this ever again ok? I love you. Please don’t be sad, I didn’t mean it.’ he’d fumble with the sleeves of his hoodie before, desperate for some kind of contact with you, pulling you into a soft hug and kissing the top of your head softly, rubbing your arms and trying to calm the situation down. 

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East of Nowhere - Year Four

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Sam x Female Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part four of a seven part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year.

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

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Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, gore and explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 5900+

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Three Years, Three Weeks

You twist in sweat soaked sheets, your body writhing next to Sam as a dream flickers to life behind your closed eyes.

The bunsen burner is a burnished silver and far larger than any you’ve ever seen before, the flames a brilliant blue and strong as they lick upward. You reach over to turn the base, to feed it with oxygen. At once, the fire becomes golden and takes the shape of a flower head. You watch the many petals became more distinct, folding outward, radiating light and warmth. It’s the most beautiful flower you’ve ever seen, more fleeting than any other, yet seemingly eternal.

 

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Flight 512

For some reason, I like this. It isn’t really anything special or great, but it’s something. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being so patient. I know it’s been a while

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed..”

My eyes threaten to close and I have to keep drumming my fingers against the steel bench in order to keep awake. It’s as though every part of my body - my legs, my arms, my neck - all have the same intention of aching until I cry. I sigh for the hundredth time and attempt to find a comfortable position but to no avail. 

There’s a cool breeze coming from somewhere unknown to me, but I realise that the chill down my back is another thing keeping me awake so I don’t complain, despite the mountains of goosebumps that have spread across my arms.

I watch the clock’s hand move round and round its face. It’s as though one minute it was close to midnight and now, as I’m sat on the exact same bench, it’s coming up to three o’clock.

Looking to my left and then to my right, there doesn’t seem to be many people around, only the odd man or woman dragging their suitcase across the floor. I somehow feel as though I’m the only one waiting for the delayed flight. I wrap my arms around my stomach and lean my head against the back of the steel chair, it sends shocks through my neck. 

Behind me, far at the other side of the airport, there’s a glass window that fits the length of the room. Every now and then, there’ll be minute flashes of light from the awakening of a plane. Orange would cloud every inch of it’s vicinity.

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed, we apologise for..”

I refrain from cursing the woman’s voice and sit up for the first time in a long period of time. My legs no longer feel a part of my body and I have to bounce them up and down to begin to feel the familiar static feeling running through them. I wipe my eyes with the palms of my hands. 

“Excuse me.” A voice rings through the space I thought was empty and causes me to jump slightly due to the sudden sound. 

I look up to see a figure towering over me. It takes me a few seconds to take in their appearance due to the fact that I’m currently seeing stars after having pressed the palms of my hands into my eye sockets so hard.

“Uh, hi,” I mutter, and my voice cracks.

“Anyone sitting here?” The boy points to the seat beside me where my bag lays open, its contents almost spilling out. I think it’s his way of asking me to move it.

“Um, no,” I reply, already grabbing my bag and pulling it onto my lap. I subtly look around the room and see the rest of the benches completely empty. 

“Thanks.” He smiles and I’m hesitant to return it, but I do. 

We sit in silence, apart from the occasional announcements over the loudspeaker. 

When I get chance, I can watch the boy out of the corner of my eye. His dyed-blonde hair is cut short but it seems to be growing steadily, and his skin is tanned perfectly. Every now and then he’ll reach to his right before raising his hand to his lips. 

I run a hand through my hair and it’s as though he’d forgotten I’m here and my movement startled him. He turns to me and I can hear a soft crinkling sound.
“Grape?” he asks and offers a tub of grapes to me. At this point, I’m beyond confused and shake my head. “It’s cool, I haven’t done anything to them, like poisoned them or anything.” He grins menacingly. 

“Saying that makes me think you have,” I say and raise an eyebrow at him. To this, his grin seems to deepen. 

“Suit yourself.” He drops another between the barrier of his lips before chewing. I look away and sigh. “Your flight been delayed too?” 

I’m confused as to why he’s sat so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his thigh against mine, I’m confused as to why he’s offering me grapes, and I’m startled at the fact that he’s still trying to make small talk.

“Unfortunately.”

“I’m Justin, by the way,” he says and offers his hand for me to shake. I suddenly feel my own become clammy.  

“[Y/N],” I reluctantly shake his hand and feel the softness of his skin. I appreciate how pleasantly warm it is. 

“That’s a nice name,” he says before popping another grape into his mouth. 

“Thanks-“

“Are you travelling alone?” he interrupts me, but the calm and inviting look on his face tells me he didn’t mean anything by it. 

“Yeah, I’m going to see my family in Canada. Are you?” 

“My family’s up here, I’m heading home. To Canada, actually.”

I nod. “Did you have a nice time?”

He looks over at me and smiles. I can see his eyes moving around the features of my face and I suddenly feel self-conscious.

“I had a pleasant time, yeah.” 

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed, we apologise for the inconvenience..”

“Drives you insane, doesn’t it?” he says and looks up towards the ceiling. I can see the veins working in his neck, I can see the beginning of a tattoo on the back of his neck and curiosity fills my body.

“Tell me about it.” 

Another silence falls over us but for the first time it doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable. Every now and then, he’ll raise his hand to his lips while I sit motionless. 

“Sure you don’t want one?” 

I shake my head as politely as I can and I see him shrug. 

There’s another hour before anything changes. My conversation with Justin escalates and it’s evident we’ve both become accustomed to each other, even Justin - who dripped with confidence from the beginning - has seemingly opened up even more. 

“There’s a restaurant in Toronto that do the best pancakes in the world, I swear, I could eat them for every meal of the day,”

“I’ve never been a huge fan of pancakes,” I say, crossing my legs and facing him. Justin does the same. 

“Try these and your opinion’ll change. Give me your number and I’ll take you whenever you’re free.” He grins. 

The grapes are long gone and I regret not taking up his multiple offers because I can hear a monster growling in my stomach.

“It’s a deal,” I smile and he imitates me. 

There’s subtle dark marks under his eyes and his eyes look heavy, but his face seems to light up when he smiles and I enjoy watching it happen. It’s like the darkness before the sun comes up from behind the trees and it makes the world seems so much brighter. 

“I’ll see you there,” he grins proudly.

“Promise?”

“Scouts honour.”

I laugh and I can see he’s watching me. His brown eyes are burning into my skin and a flush trickles through my body like boiling water.

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada is due at 17:55. Please be ready for departure..”

Justin releases a long breath and sits up straight. “That’s us.”

“Finally,” I say and pick my bag up as it sits on the floor with a swift movement. I feel a strange reluctance to have to leave, despite having spent long enough here.

It’s quiet while we collect our things. Justin is the first to stand and he watches and waits for me while I click the handle of the suitcase into place. He smiles when I stand, he’s taller than me so I still have to lean my head back to be able to see the light in his eyes.

My legs feel as though they’ve been replaced with steel, and I’m struggling to walk beside Justin without feeling aching pains shoot through them.  I clutch the strap of my bag tighter in the palm of my hand.

To my left I can see a cafe with a sign saying ’24 Hour’ and it’s as though my stomach knows; it lets out a howl that lasts a good few seconds before dying down again. I chew my bottom lip and speed up when I smell fresh coffee and baking cookies.

“So,” Justin starts. “Were you serious? Would you be willing to give me your number?” He looks down at me and I can feel the warm look he’s giving me.

I shrug. “Why not? You’ve had plenty of time to kidnap me and you’re yet to do so. I think you’re safe enough,” I chuckle and he laughs. His teeth are blindingly bright and I’m only just acknowledging this. They contrast with his tanned skin.

He gives me his phone to which I take carefully and type my number in. He’s watching me and it causes me to have to delete my mistakes with shaking hands.

“I’ll call you,” he says and I nod.

“I’ll be waiting.”

It sounds like a goodbye, even though we’re still walking to the boarding station together, not to mention, getting on the same plane. I can see the dots in the distance beginning to look like actual figures, and as we get closer, I can see that every one of them looks as exhausted as Justin and I. We stick close together and join the group.

It takes another twenty minutes or so before a steward arrives. Justin has taken a packet out of his backpack and I notice it’s filled with cookies. He takes one and I listen as he crunches contently, trying not to let my mouth water too much.

He moves the packet towards me and I smile while taking one at a steady pace, not wanting to seem too eager.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. I’ve been hearing your stomach growl for the past three hours, I figured I’d help you out,” he says casually. “Here. Take them.” He shoves the packet to my chest and I’m forced to grab them so they don’t fall to the floor.

I blush and say nothing. The group seems to have formed into a queue and the steward is now checking people’s tickets; everyone practically throws the tickets towards the poor man.

I stand beside Justin and munch on a few more of the cookies to rid myself of the empty feeling in my stomach. There’s noise and commotion around us but we stand quietly. Justin’s hand brushes against mine and it’s soft and warm against my own. My heart beats a little faster.

Bluebird

Prompt/Summary: This is fic number 12 for @mrs-squirrel-chester​‘s album challenge.  You know the boys before they go off to war

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Some angst. 

Word Count: 931

Author’s Note:   See the end.  I love this song.  I sing it in the shower a lot.  I hope I did it justice.

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Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

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