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“You’re?” [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do one where Jason and reader were best friends when he was robin and them reuniting after he comes back to life”

A/n: Okay so I’m diving back into my requests finally. I’m hoping this is going to be the start of me getting back into a normal rhythm again and I appreciate you guys all hanging in there with me. I hope you enjoy this. I wasn’t sure how to take after they reunite but I wanted fluff so I give fluff lol. Thanks guys! <3

There’s a large portion in italics that’s a flash back.

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A sigh escaped your lips as you walked down the cold Gotham street. Your hands were shoved deep in your jacket pockets as you watched your breath form in front of you. Walking the streets was a habit when sleep didn’t come to you. The streets didn’t scare you the way they do most. You’ve been trained to defend yourself by the big bad bat himself. How? Well Jason Todd was your best friend when he was Robin. That was until the Joker took him from you, from life.

A lot of times you’d remember favorite memories with Jason on these walks, like when you first met. Your childhood apartment had a balcony and often times you’d sneak out there at night to look at the city. Though it was a surprise when Robin landed on your balcony with a thud one night.

You smiled at the memory. The way he laughed at the way you yelped, but apologized after. Explaining how he had misjudged the distance of a jump and came tumbling onto your balcony. Little did you know at the time, you would learn his identity and become the best of friends. Also that you would end up learning some hand to hand from the big bad bat himself. Saying having learned who they were, you should know how to protect yourself.

Internally you thank them for that, it makes you not scared to walk the streets at night. “Oh Jason” muttering as your steps stay in their rhythm. It’s not often you don’t feel the pain of missing your best friend. He was so very important in your life, he always knew what you were thinking and you him. No matter what the problem he had your back, so many people thought you were bound to be a couple. Often you both would laugh at the idea, though now being older it didn’t sound so silly.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you continued to walk, rounding the last corner that led to you apartment. This time a different memory came to your mind. Before Jason had went to that warehouse, he came to you first. You remember is like it was just the other day:

Laying in bed you flipped the page of a new book you had gotten. It had you completely enthralled and your attention until a light knock came from your window. Setting it down you opened the curtains to see Jason smiling at you in his Robin uniform.

Pushing the window open you asked, “What are you doing here?” He easily slipped in the window. “[F/n] I think my mother’s alive.” Your eyes widened at the statement, “What makes you say that?”

“I got this tip that she’s in Ethiopia, but [F/n] this is my real mother. I guess I was adopted, I have to go find her.” He said with a hopeful tone to his voice. You knew of his past and the hardships he’s endured. “But Jason, what if this is a trap? A lot of people want to hurt you, how can you be sure?” Trying to reason with the idea only made him angry with you. “I thought you of all people would support me on this.” He grumbled while pushing past you to go back to the open window.

“Jason wait” Grabbing his hand you stopped him. “I do support you I just worry too, you’re my best friend, I don’t want anything to happen to you.” His demeanor slackened. “I know, and nothing is going to happen. I’ll be back, I promise.” Saying as he pulled you in for a hug, though he seemed to linger a bit before pulling away and heading out the window. “Stay safe Jason”

That hug was the last memory you had of him. The next thing you remember involving Jason was Dick coming to you to explain to you what happened. After that everything got a lot harder. At school people treated you like glass, at home you didn’t leave your room.

Things got a little easier over time, easy enough for you to go to college. Gotham University to be exact. After all those night helping with injuries, you decided you want to help people and took up Emergency Medicine. A rather hard field but that’s what you want to do. At this point you knew quite a bit of the medical field.

Walking up to the doors of your apartment building, your phone rang. Looking at the screen it showed a caller ID you had not seen in years. ‘Bruce Wayne’

Quickly clicking the answer button you brought the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“[F/n], we have an emergency and I need your help.” You were shocked at the statement but you couldn’t tell him no. “Oh, um, of course Mr. Wayne. How can I help?”

“I need you at the manor now. Someone’s hurt and Alfred isn’t here at the moment. I know you’ve been studying medicine. We need you.” You could tell he’s desperate. You haven’t talked to him and the rest of them in years. “I’m on my way.”

Hurriedly you grabbed your keys out of your purse and ran to where your car was parked. During the drive to the manor you may or may not have broken a few traffic laws, but you’re only in trouble if you get caught. As soon as your call pulled up Dick was waiting at the door for you.

Rushing out of the car he waved for you to hurry. “What happened? Who’s hurt?” Asking as he ushered you into the house. “No time to explain. Just three bullet wounds, one to the shoulder, another to the thigh, but the one we’re worried about is one to the abdomen. Also shrapnel from an explosion.” He explained as you both rushed down the stairs of the cave. “What the hell were you doing tonight?”

“Long story just hurry.” Dick led you down into the cave, hurrying you to the medical bay of it.

On a medical bed you saw the Red Hood lying there out cold. His helmet was cracked and his armour cut off his chest. Tim was applying pressure to the bullet wound on his abdomen

“Okay, I don’t know how he’s still alive but I need morphine, sterile needles and thread, tweezers, and a lot of sterile towels.” Ordering as Dick nodded and ran to get the things you needed. Tim backed away as you took over. As soon as Dick came back you went to work, the wounds on his shoulder and thigh were through and through, something Bruce stitched up as you worked on the more fatal injury. Having had to locate the bullet and remove it, before repairing the damage to the tissue and skin. After that you went to work on removing the shrapnel Dick had mentioned, luckily none of it was to the chest, only to his arm and leg. It took a few hours but you got him stable leaving the others grateful.

“Can I count this toward my schooling as extra credit or something. Saving the life of a vigilante?” Asking while peeling off your medical gloves. Dick and Tim chuckle as Bruce allowed a smile. Turning back to the masked man you noticed his cracked helmet. “You should let me check his face, make sure nothing there is hurt. No broken nose or anything.”

“Oh, uh, maybe when he comes to. You understand that–” Dick began but you cut him off. “it isn’t your secret to give up. Yeah, I understand” Remembering how Jason used those same words when you questioned who Nightwing and Batman were. Though you eventually put the pieces together on your own.

“Coffee?” Dick offered, gesturing upstairs. Nodding you followed him and Tim but Bruce hung beside in the cave.

Bruce sighed as he sat beside Jason. They were on better terms at this point but they still didn’t quite see eye to eye. Though Bruce felt guilty because Jason almost lost his life again tonight. Thank goodness he had been keeping tabs on you and knew of your studies.

As you chatted upstairs Bruce contemplated whether to tell you or not about Jason being right here in front of him. Jason had said he wanted to see you again but didn’t want to make you affiliate with what he had become. Though Bruce knows that he’s just making excuses as to not have to face you. After he promised to come back but never did. Also Bruce knew about Jason’s newfound feelings toward you.

It had been about 2 hours until Jason began to come to. In those two hours the four of you took shifts staying down in the cave with him. Though you sat down there the longest knowing the three of them deserved some well needed sleep. His groan in was caught your attention.

Noticing him trying to sit up you met his bed side. “Take it easy, you’re pretty torn up.” Saying in a calm voice as he looked at you. Jason couldn’t believe his eyes. It was you, a more mature you, but it was still you. He wouldn’t forget your voice or eyes anywhere.

“[F/n]” He breathed out, not realizing how you didn’t know how he knew you. “How do you know my name?” You let out a small laugh. “Oh um, never mind. Did you?” He asked gesturing to his bandage ridden form. Nodding you replied, “I did”

He seemed to stare at you from behind his mask and you cleared your voice, “Um, if you don’t mind. I should check to make sure nothing on your face is broken.” Saying with a certain nervousness.

“Oh uh, no I-I can’t.” He stumbled over his words but stopped when you placed a hand on his arm. “I won’t tell anyone. I know everyone’s identities, I was even friends with the Robin that took up the mantle after Nightwing. You can trust me.

Jason was having a battle with himself on the inside. Should he tell you or not? Though he didn’t think when he nodded. Smiling you reached to remove the helmet. He forgot how much he loved your smile. How much he loved your voice and your eyes. How much he loved you. Though he didn’t realize it before he left to go to Ethiopia. He realized it when his last thought was you.

Gently removing the helmet you were soon met with very familiar cerulean eyes, along with a familiar but face and his raven black hair gained a white streak through it. Voice catching in your throat as you realized who it was. “You’re?”

“It’s me [F/n]” Tears welled up in your eyes as you covered your mouth. “You’re alive” crying while wrapping your arms around him. He winced a little but wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so sorry. I-I should’ve came and found you as soon as I came back.”

“Back from where? I thought you died Jason.” Asking while pulling away, he wiped your tears away. “I did, but I was revived by the Lazarus Pit. I’m so sorry [F/n], I promised you I’d be okay and would come back. But the Joker he..” Jason trailed off. You shook your head, “I’m just so happy you’re back. I missed you so much Jason.”

He smiled while pushing your hair out of your face. “[F/n], I have to tell you something. I realized this right before I died and I’m so sorry I didn’t realize sooner.”

“What is it?” You questioned while wiping the tears from your cheeks.

He hesitated before saying, “I love you.”

Your heart stopped when he said those words. Eyes staring into his you didn’t know what to say, “What?”

“I love you [F/n], I’ve loved you for so long but I was too immature to see it.” He shook his head and took your hands. “Jason I..”

His expression fell slightly, “I understand if you don’t feel the same.” You shook your head, “No, no it’s not that. It’s just sudden.” He nodded, beginning to believe he had made you uncomfortable. “But, I do care for you in that way and I’ve been on my way to falling in love with you Jason.” Saying as you took his face in your hands, a smile having taken over your features. His demeanor turning into a joyful one once more.

Before you could do anything he leaned forward and connected his lips to yours in a sweet meaningful kiss. Pulling away he grinned a wide dorky grin that matched your own. “Yes, I’m on the trail to falling in love with you.”

Canceling the Wedding - Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Pairings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Author: @garyunwinimagines

Words: Over 2k. I don’t feel like counting…

Warnings: Swearing, but that comes with the territory. Also, SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t seen Golden Circle yet. Cause I’ve seen it 5 times and I’m still a wreck.

Notes: I know this isn’t a request, but I had to get it out of my system and couldn’t wait to share it with you! Thanks to @thesandbeneathmytoes for reading it over!

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You weren’t sure if your heart could break anymore. The person that you loved with all your heart was getting married to another woman. Tequila, Ginger, Merlin, and Roxy all knew that you’ve loved Eggsy for some years now. Liam and Jamal had known too. They always thought that the two of you would get married and have a family, even when you were kids.

So, even though Eggsy was marrying Tilde, even though you don’t quite know her. You had talked to her a handful of times, it still hurt to see him getting married to her. She was nice and Eggsy seemed to really like her. Which was another knife to the heart. You and Eggsy were practically inseparable, throughout childhood and Kingsman. Your job at Kingsman was simply put as being Merlin’s protégé. So, you thankfully were not killed during Poppy’s strike.

-Flashback-

Your phone was going off like crazy, but you didn’t want to answer it. You felt like shit, so you had gone home early. Not wanting to get anyone else at HQ sick. You knew that you could’ve just went down to the med bay, but that just wasn’t happening. Too much like a hospital to you.

So, Roxy drove you home. Leading you to be miserable by yourself in bed.

Giving up, you picked up your phone with 50 missed calls from Eggsy and Merlin combined. You called Eggsy back first, but he didn’t pick up. So, you tried Merlin next, who picked up the phone instantly.

“(Y/n) are you, alright?” He asked.

“Just a bit of a cold, so I had Roxy drive me home because I didn’t want to do it myself. So, what’s up yours and Eggsy’s asses?” You said.

“Oh, thank god,” He said. “Is Lancelot still with you?”

“Nah, she left 10 minutes ago. Once she was done Mother Henning me,” You chuckled.

“Fuck,” You heard him whisper across the line.

“What the fuck is going on Merlin?”

“You’re fucking clones,” Merlin muttered.

“What? I’m no fucking clone, Merlin. Now tell me what the fuck is going on,” You said.

He paused before speaking, “Doomsday protocol. Meet us at the remains of the tailor shop now.”

“Shit. Is Roxy all right?”

“I still haven’t made contact, I’m glad that you’re alright (y/n),” He said and hung up.

So, you practically ran to the tailors and were met with a distraught Eggsy and stoic Merlin. You ran up to Eggsy and held onto him for dear life. You don’t know what you would’ve done if Eggsy was killed.

-End Flashback-

After the events that occurred in the last couple of weeks, Eggsy decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Tilde. Hence the wedding. Here you were standing between Roxy and Tequila. Looking at Eggsy standing up at the altar smiling. That was it for you. You couldn’t be here, even if that meant breaking your childhood promise.

“Rox. I can’t,” You said before turning to leave.

“(Y/n). He wants you here. Just try. Please,” She said before you got any further.

“Let her go, Lancelot. I know what it feels like,” He said before turning to you with a sympathetic gaze. “Go. Get drunk. It won’t change anything, but you’ll feel a hell of a lot better for a couple hours.”

The corners of your lips turned up at this as you quietly excused yourself. Telling those who asked that you had to use the restroom. When in fact you were leaving as fast as you could before you started crying. You kept your head down as you made it to your car. Reaching into your purse, you looked for your keys. Not finding them you looked at your feet. They had simply fallen out of your hands, which you just noticed were shaking with all the emotions coursing through your veins. You reached down to grab your keys but ended up falling and landing on your ass instead.

That was it. You started sobbing uncontrollably. You should be happy that your best friend is marrying somebody he loves, but on the other hand, he is shattering your heart in the process. You wanted it to be you. You wanted to be the one in a white dress today. You wanted to be the reason for Eggsy’s beautiful smile. The one that made his eyes shimmer with that special twinkle. The one that made your heart melt. After a couple minutes your sobs died down and you heard someone call out your name.

“(Y/n) where are ya?” A familiar voice yelled. It didn’t take long to place that voice once you heard them yell out your name again. It was Eggsy. You now held your keys in your hands and slid into the backseat of your car. You pulled out a new piece of Kingsman/Statesman technology that would make you invisible to the naked eye. Now the only issue was keeping quiet so he wouldn’t find you. As you could tell that he was getting closer as his voice was getting louder by the second. Why was he out here looking for you? Little did you know why.

Before Tilde made her way down the aisle, Eggsy looked at his friends and mum. He felt a pang in his chest when he didn’t see you there anymore. His eyes connected with Roxy and she mouthed “sorry” to him. She knew how much it meant to him to have her here. He knew that if she didn’t love him back, he sure as hell wanted her here with him. They had promised as kids to be at each other’s sides forever. He still remembers that like it was yesterday.

-Flashback-

It was a cool and breezy day in London. Both of your moms were sitting on a nearby park bench, keeping an eye on the two of you. You were wearing a purple t-shirt with a bright yellow hoodie and jeans. He was wearing a blue hoodie and khakis. There was lots of running around, then you two ran up the stairs for the big slide. You were behind him on the stairs. Once the two of you reached the top he looked at you and smiled.

“Hey (y/n)?” Eggsy asked.

“Yeah Eggsy,” You replied.

“Do you think we’ll be best friends forever?” He asked nervously.

“Of course! You’re my bestest friend ever!” You exclaimed and threw your hands in the air. “We’ll be there for any and everything!”

You were beaming at him, and he was smiling just as wide at you.

“So, we’ll be at each other’s weddin’s an’ babies?”

“Yeah! We’ll be together forever!” You said then kissed his cheek and slid down the slide.

Eggsy was still smiling, it now being accompanied by a light blush and followed you down the slide.

-End Flashback-

Up to this day, he never thought much of what you said, but the kiss has never left him. That wasn’t the only time you’ve kissed his cheek. It was the first that started everything. As in his feelings for you. They’ve been there ever since and grew with each passing day. But not seeing you standing inside the church made him realize that he can’t settle for Tilde. So here he was outside his own wedding, looking for you. He was wondering why you were hiding from him.

You had the feeling that he was going to try and get you to back inside when it was impossible for you to do that. You saw him two cars down from yours. A new wave of emotions washed over you, and you took a deep breath to try and calm down. At least enough to hope he didn’t notice you.

“(Y/n)!” Eggsy desperately yelled. He was frantically looking in each car. He approached your car next.

“(Y/n), where’d ya go love,” He pleaded.

You saw him go from standing to leaning against your car to avoid falling and ruining his fancy ass uniform. The thought made you smile until you noticed what he noticed. There is a little scratch on the right side of the door handle. He would know because he put it there. He instantly stood up and looked inside the car.

“Love? Ya in there?”

He kept looking through the windows, and you held your breath, so it didn’t seem as if the seat you were laying on was breathing. He just stood there, and you got more nervous as the seconds passed by. You could feel your chest tightening as you were running out of breath, and you knew that he knew how long you could hold your breath. Those stupid competitions are biting you in the butt now. But you were able to sneak a shallow breath in when he turned the other way for a second. You hoped he was going to walk away, but he did something worse. Put on his glasses. You knew that Merlin had programmed the glasses to see through the sheets.

So, the second those glasses were on, you knew you were fucked. Once his eyes met yours, they softened from the studying gaze he held moments before.

“Love open the door please,” He asked.

“No,” You said not wanting to confront him yet.

His eyes dropped slightly, “Don’t make me break the window (Y/n).”

You glared at him. Knowing that you were still a little upset that he scratched your car. Not risking any more damage to it, you began to sit up in order to open the door. Eggsy sighed, but instantly that was replaced with nervousness. Why was he nervous?

“But you have to tell me why you’re out here before I open the door,” You said and his back stiffened.

“I’ll tell you if you open the door,” He replied defiantly.

“How about you take off the glasses first, and-” You were cut off by Eggsy opening the door, and ripping the stealth sheet that was covering you off. He was kneeling on the seat between your legs.

You turned your head to the side where you were met with the black leather seat. Still too scared to face him. His left hand cupped your cheek and turned your face to face his. His right hand was resting on your other cheek. His warmth and musk encompassing you. His eyes gazed into yours with nervousness and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

“I realized something standin’ up there,” He said. “You were breakin’ our promise love.”

You chuckled, but it came out more like a choked so. He leaned forward and rested your foreheads against each others.

“Is that why you’re not a prince yet?”

“Not really.”

“Then why are ya out here with me and not in there with your fiancée?”

He leaned forward, and your lips connected in a tender kiss. You started to melt into the kiss, but then remembered where you were. Gently you pushed him back, just enough to give him the hint to stop. You held back tears at what you were about to say. Feeling deep inside that Eggsy was probably just scared to get married.

“Eggsy we can’t. You’re just scared and getting cold feet about marrying Tilde,” You said.

Eggsy looked at you absolutely devastated, like you just absolutely shattered his heart.

“(Y/n),” His voice sounded weak. “I fucking love you, that why I’m here with you,” He was

gaining more confidence. “Cause not seeing you there broke my heart, and it made me realize how much of a prick I am for not telling ya sooner.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were speechless at the fact that Eggsy loved you too. A smile formed on your face as you went to say the three words you’ve wanted to tell him for years.

“I love you.”

He grinned and leaned in once again as your lips connected for the second time. One of his hands held your smiling face to his, as yours wrapped around his neck to hold his face to yours. His lips felt like heaven to you, and you didn’t want to stop kissing him. That was until the need for oxygen was too loud to ignore. You pulled away from him, just enough to take a breath.

Eggsy was beaming at you, and you were sure that your expression matched his.

“So how about we ditch this place?” He said.

“I thought you’d never ask,” You beamed and pecked him on the lips, and crawled up to the front of the car and sped away.

Meeting Hazel

Here is another addition for my A/B/O Bingo Card, the Ocean Spray/Spiced Rum/Coconut square.  This is Chapter 3 of the Dean x Reader miniseries Wild (Masterlist). @spnabobingo

Summary: Sam and Dean come across you and your pack on a hunt.  Will Dean let you go when they realize that you aren’t a killer like your family?

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Werewolf!Reader, Alpha!Sam

word count: ~1330

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Logan Howlett x Reader

A/N: So I was listening to some of my old favorite songs form my childhood, and one in particular inspired me to write another Logan fic because I love him so much. Anyways, this was inspired by Blake Shelton's “Austin”, and I hope you like it~

Summary: After the reader and Logan get in their first big fight, the reader goes back to her home town. After stopping all contact with Logan for months, the reader decides she needs Logan in her life and finally calls him. 

Warnings: Language

Also, written with female pronouns but please don’t take offense! That’s just the way I naturally write, but I am open to writing with any desired pronouns, so just lemme know! 

Originally posted by jumpingxjackxflash

Rainy days reminded you of Logan. They reminded you of the way he used to wrap you up in his leather jacket, and how he would lift you over puddles. They reminded you of the way he would tuck your wet hair behind your ears, and the way his warm hands felt against your cold ones. Rainy days reminded you of Logan sitting next to you by the window, drinking coffee and listening to the rain as it hit the streets. Rainy days were peaceful days you got to spend with someone you loved, at least they used to be. 

Now, as you sat on a lone bench at the park down the street from your house, all rainy days reminded you of was how much you missed him. The loud booming sound of thunder erupted all around you, telling you it was time to go home. You reluctantly stood from the bench, the smell of rain filling your nostrils as you began to walk from the park, glancing towards your house, but walking in the other direction instead.

The rain droplets hitting your face were reminders, reminders of how bad you had messed up. You left without a word, not saying where you were going, or if you had intentions of ever coming back, and it took you months to figure out how badly you missed your home. How badly you missed Logan. 

You walked down the street quickly, passing familiar homes and shops along the way. Everyone inside probably thought you were insane trudging through the rain, soaking wet. You didn’t care. The straight singular street quickly led you to the old, beaten up phone booth that still barely stood. You quickly stepped inside, slamming the door shut and reaching for the phone. You now realized how bad your hands were shaking, you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, or your bundled up emotions. 

For some reason using a phone other than your own gave you closure, maybe it was because the thought was less intimidating. Regardless, you put in the needed amount of money and slowly dialed Logan’s number, you still had it memorized. As the phone rang, your could hear your heartbeat. You didn’t know what you would say if he picked up. All you knew was that you were doing the right thing. After a couple more rings Logan’s voice erupted from the other end of the phone, but it wasn’t what you were expecting. 

“When do I say it?” his voice sounded, quickly followed by one none other than your own. 

“Now,” your voice came out in a laugh.

“Oh uh, this is Logan I’m busy right now, leave a message,” his voice vibrated through your ear. 

“Good job,” you said, but the words weren’t coming out of your mouth.

A beep sounded from the other end of the phone and without really thinking, you mumbled some words.

“Call me back when you can,” you said, leaving your phone number afterwards before slamming the phone onto where it belonged. 

You sank to the ground slowly, not caring about the cobwebs sitting all around you. You had forgotten about setting up Logan’s voicemail, and now the thought of how happy you were was devastating. Before you knew it, your cheeks were wet, and not only because of the rain. You practically sprinted back to your house, wishing the rain was enough to wash away all of your emotions. You thought that coming back to your home town was a good idea, but now all of your memories were just haunting you. 

As you reached your small rented house you fumbled your key into the lock before charging inside and slamming the door behind you. You were happy you at least rented a house instead of staying with your parents, but now you wanted nothing more than too leave. You shed off your soaking wet jacket, along with your shoes and flopped onto your couch, burying your face in a pillow. You wanted Logan to wrap you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay, but that couldn’t happen anymore. 

You didn’t know how long you laid there, could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours, but what you do know is that the only thing that moved you from that position was the ringing of your phone. Your stomach dropped and you stood up, walking over to your phone quickly. You couldn’t think of anyone that could be calling you, except for Logan. Before letting yourself not go through with it, you answered your phone. 

“Hello,” your voice said tentatively. 

“(Y/N)?” a voice you missed so much came from the other end.

You ran your free, shaky hand through your hair.

“Logan I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have left, I messed up, I messed up big time,” you began your ramble. “I miss you. I never stopped loving you Logan, never. I was just blind and it took me until now to realize it.”

“(Y/N)?” Logan questioned again, interrupting your rant. 

“I…yeah?” 

“Calm down before you say anything else. I haven’t heard your voice in forever, and hearing it like this isn’t what I expected,” Logan said, his voice giving you reassurance.

You did as he said, letting out a deep breath before returning your attention to your phone.

“I’m sorry,” You said simply.

“(Y/N) you left without giving me a way to find you, and as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since I realized you were gone. I miss you (Y/N),” Logan said, his voice full of raw emotion. 

“I thought that what I was doing was for the better… I just want to come home,” you mumbled into the phone. 

“The house isn’t like it was before you left you know.”

“I’m not talking about the house Logan. You’re my home,” You said.

You could hear Logan gulp on the other line, he didn’t say anything for a moment. It was as though he was trying to contain his emotions threatening to rush out all at once. 

“When’s the next flight you can catch?” he finally managed.


The last couple hours of your life had been the most hectic thing you had ever lived through. In mere hours you packed everything you needed, contacted your land lord, and bought a plane ticket. You still had some stuff to figure out, but you would deal with it later, right now you only had one thing on your mind. 

You sat in your seat anxiously, the plane ride didn’t give you anxiety, landing did. Months of emotion bubbled in your gut, ready to explode, but excitement kept them at bay. It was probably minutes, but it only felt like seconds until your plane was on the ground and you were grabbing your bags. Two suitcases, that was all you needed. You hurried as quickly as you could outside of the airport. Logan said he would pick you up when your plane landed. 

Sure enough, as you exited the airport you saw an old pick-up truck that you knew all too well, only it was missing a driver. You quickly scanned the crowd of people in front of your face before spotting him. As soon as you laid your eyes on Logan everyone else in the crowd disappeared. His familiar flannel with the rolled up sleeves made your heart clench, and you dropped your bags at your sides. It took a moment, but Logan finally laid his eyes on you. His eyes widening, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smile as you pushed through people towards him. Logan had the same idea, moving through the crowd as swiftly as he could manage, it was as though the two of you were in a trance. 

Once there was no one in between you two and the space was growing smaller, Logan opened his arms and you barreled into them. 

“Hey Sweetheart,” Logan said as he wrapped his strong arms around your bodice. 

You balled your fists in his shirt and buried your face into his chest, letting the tears swelling in your eyes fall onto his shirt. Logan’s grip tightened on you as he noticed the shaking in your body. He missed you like hell. Logan placed a kiss on your forehead, and slowly you pulled away from him. 

“We should probably grab your bags,” Logan said, smiling down at you.

You nodded, thankful for the silent conversation that passed between the two of you. I messed up, but we’ll talk about that later. Logan slid his hand into yours, and the two of you walked towards your things. There was a million things you could’ve said, but you felt that silence was more appropriate. As you reached your things, that you had rudely abandoned, Logan grabbed one bag and you grabbed the other, still holding onto each other. 

Logan helped you put your things into the bed of the pick-up, and you noticed the clouds beginning to form in the sky. With a shrug you filed into the truck next to Logan, sitting in the middle so that you could lay your head on his shoulder as he drove. 

“You alright?” Logan asked you as he pulled out of the airport parking lot.

“I’m better than I have been for months,” you said, clasping your hands in your lap.

Logan laughed beside you, and you raised your eyebrow, sitting up to give him a weird look.

“What?” you asked.

Logan looked into your eyes before returning his gaze to the road, “Nothing, I just forgot how damn cute you are.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder again. Your drive was fairly long, but time felt like it flew by as you talked to Logan. The two of you quickly pulled into your small home’s driveway. Logan stepping out of the truck and opening your door for you, offering his hand to help you down, which you took gratefully. As the two of you grabbed your bags out of the bed, you felt a rain droplet hit your nose, followed by three more hitting your shoulders. 

Logan handed you one of your bags, taking the other, and quickly leading you to the front door. Logan unlocked it quickly, opening the door for you and following you in afterwards. When Logan said the house wasn’t like it was before you left he wasn’t lying. Almost everything was rearranged and certain pieces of furniture were missing. You turned your attention from the room to Logan.

“I uh, didn’t have anyone to impress since you were gone,” Logan gestured to the room, “It’s easier to clean this way.”

You laughed, “I don’t mind.”

The smell of your home put you at ease, and with Logan you walked towards your bedroom, which was in the exact same condition it was before you left, only Logan’s side of the bed was ruffled.

“I couldn’t bring myself to change anything in here,” Logan muttered behind you, placing your suitcase on the bed. 

You didn’t say anything, you just laid your suitcase down and walked over to Logan, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I missed you,” you said. 

Logan grinned at you, putting his hands on your waist and lowering his head to place a kiss on your lips. 

“You took the words right out of my mouth Princess,” he said, pulling apart from you, but grabbing your hand. 

The rain outside had become more audible, and as Logan led you to the large window beside your bed, the sound sent chills down your spine. The two of you sat next to the window just like you used to. Logan pulled you to his chest, and you leaned into him comfortably. Once again, the two of you listened to the rain hit the streets.

Logan ran his fingers through your hair, “Welcome home.”

High School AUs (based on real experiences I’ve had) pt. 1

I know no one asked for this, but I kind of wanna share these wild rides with someone, so here goes lol


1. I was waiting to get picked up after staying at school for a Shakespeare lecture, and you were waiting to get picked up after band practice. A dog suddenly ran past us in the parking lot, so we debated whether or not we should tell anyone.

2. I saw you getting really uncomfortable because of Creepy Tom not leaving you alone, so I swooped in and pretended I needed you for an emergency.

3. We tutor freshman in the same time slot every week, so we always go together to pick up the students from their classes and sometimes end up just talking shit with them instead of doing any work.

4. Your best friend and my best friend used to date, and they only broke up really recently, so they still kind of have feelings for each other. We end up joining them when your best friend is trying to win mine back, so we spend like an hour sharing exasperated looks.

5. We’ve known each other for three years and you stop by every day to steal my pretzels, since I never eat them, and one day I forget to pack them and you get super offended. You end up dragging me to the store, so you can buy pretzels for yourself and gummy worms for me.

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Rucas AU | The Bet [11]

[ Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten]

Prompt: After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess.
AN: The next chapter is the final chapter.  
Word Count: 2,015
Chapter: 11

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How things have changed in just a few short weeks. It was a sunlit day of early spring, and the sky held a soft blue glow. Spring Break was finally here and Riley walked barefoot on the weed filled front lawn, looking for wild flowers she loved. She was never much of a rose person, not that she didn’t appreciate its beauty, it’s just that she was more in love with meadow flowers, with forget-me-nots and buttercups. The flowers people often overlooked due to the hype of the rose.

The scratchy green grass was warm under her bare feet and she was glad to be free of the confines of her running shoes. Who needed to run when walking felt so blissful? She stopped and closed her eyes so she could capture the moment of the sunlight on her skin. It was like a kiss of summer but without the fiery heat or beads of sweat. She opened her eyes and let the daylight flood back in, bringing the warm April day right back into focus.

To say she was glad winter was over would be an understatement. She loved the way snow looked when it found itself a home on trees and building tops but nothing made her feel more at peace than the calm slightly warm breeze of springtime. Which was exactly what she needed.

Lately, her mind had been beating itself up trying to figure out what to say to Lucas. She would get up the courage, march right over to him, open her mouth – and nothing would come out. It happened so many times this last month she was convinced she lost all ability to speak to him.

She couldn’t figure out what was holding her back. Farkle and Isadora made sure to put in their two cents, offering that maybe she was being prideful or maybe she was still harboring anger towards him for the mistake he made. But deep down Riley had her own inkling of what it could be. Plain and simple? She missed him. Missing him meant she was vulnerable, and the last thing she wanted was to open herself up once more, let him in again just to have her heart shattered into a million little jagged pieces.

She sighs as she flops down onto the grass, squinting up at the sky, watching birds above her fly back and forth without a care in the world. She envied that.

The smallest of the birds spiraled over her before disappearing into a tree. “Show off.” She mumbles under her breath.

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Move-in Day


A/N: SMTM feels are starting to get to me, so I decided to release them with this fic ;-;

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Reader x Junoflo

Summary: It’s move-in day of your freshman year at the University of California in San Diego (UCSD), and you meet this guy in his junior year, junoflo, along the way.

Word Count: 1371

“Y/N, let’s go. You know traffic starts getting heavy around this time.” Your mom exclaims to you as she rushes to the moving truck with the last box of decorations.

“Ma, relax. UCSD is only an hour away… plus, none of my friends are getting there until tomorrow.” You say to your mom as you roll your suitcase to your car.

“Well… last time I checked your friends didn’t rent this moving truck for tomorrow.”

“Nor did they offer to help you move in. So I guess you’re stuck with us ‘dusty old people’” Your dad chimes in from the moving truck, trying to lighten the mood.

 Ever since you found out you got into UCSD, it was like heaven on earth. Especially since you got in with all your fave peoples. You’ve been looking at colleges ever since freshman year in highschool, and now it’s your time to be a freshie in college. One of your favorite parts about UCSD is their impressive music program. Not to mention their breathtaking campus.

 Once you stepped on campus during your sophomore year spring break, you knew this was the school for you. During this time you were there to visit your older brother, along with checking out the campus. Your brother was in his senior year, so he didn’t have much time left until graduation. Despite his limited time left in college, he would always give you the ‘super swaggie deluxe tour’ whenever you guys visited. He would never fail to reveal new parts of campus to you each time you two would hangout. Your favorite part was visiting the state of the art music studio they provided to their music majors. Even though your brother won’t be with you during your college years, you’ll always remember all the dope places he showed you on campus.

“This is so exciting, I wonder who your roomie is~” Your mom squeals as she locks the door.

“Yea, what if you get one of those crazy ass roommates those YouTube kids always make storytimes about?” Your dad says as he starts the truck, and as your mom hops in the car with you.

“Please, sir…Get out” You say to your dad rolling up the window.

“Like the movie, cau-” Your dad says, but you barely hear him cause your mom’s voice distracts you as she asks about ‘vlogging your adventurous college years’.

“Why?” You ask your mom with the driest tone ever, looking her a dead ass in her eyes.

  Your mom gets a little pissed and scolds you about how ‘you better not let that damn camera sit in your suitcase’ when she spent a nice amount of dollars on it. It’s been about 30 minutes into the ride, but you still feel like you’re forever away from your new home for the next 4 years.

“I guess you’re right. We should have left earlier.” You say to your mom in a lighthearted defeated tone.

“I’m always right….” Your mom looks at you trying to hold a stern face, before you both start to crack up.

 After about 45 minutes of loud ass music and a karaoke session, car edition with your mom, you make it to UCSD. It’s around noon, and it is packed. The exciting part is soon to come, but now the hard part is trying to find a parking spot.

 It’s been another 20 minutes, and you’ve finally found a parking spot. You and your parents go to check in and get your key, then head up to your room with a few boxes. Once you get to your room, it is empty. But you’re happy because you have a great view!

“Now, I’m just gonna set up my Bluetooth, and we can start this little move in party!” You exclaim to your parents. With a few more hours of unloading and unpacking, you and your parents start to get tired. But just as you plop on your bed, you hear a little knock on your door along with a female’s voice saying ‘hello’ accompanied by a little giggle.

“Hey, are you Monica?” You ask the girl at the door half panting with a smile on your face.

“Yea, I’m assuming you’re Y/N. And I’m also assuming that you just finished packing.” She says with a quick chuckle.

 You nod as a sign of confirmation, then you open up the door wider to be greeted by her parents. Once they bring in her boxes and set them down, everyone starts to introduce themselves. After an hour and a half of unpacking, both of your parents leave; allowing you and Monica some time to get to know each other.

“You’re from Chicago… fr!?! I couldn’t tell cause you seem like a Bay Area baby.” You say following a series of laughter from both of you. As you look at your phone, you realize it’s only 5:43pm. It’s still early.

“Are you cool with hanging out tonight, or do you already have plans?”

“Actually, I’m meeting up with some friends at 7, but didn’t you say your friends aren’t coming until tomorrow?”

“Yeah”

“Come hang with us. My people are pretty chill, and I think we’re pretty low key.” She says inviting you out with her.

 After about an hour of getting ready, you both head out to a pub near campus. You both arrive to the pub after a 15 minute uber ride. The little pub is well known for their dark and warm decor, along with a set tone of a jazz and r&b mix. Monica sees her friends sitting at circular coach with their drinks. Once you two reach the table, a certain guy catches your eye.

 Despite the dark lighting, you can see him perfectly. He’s wearing a plain white shirt, gold chain, and a pair of studs in his ears. His black hair is faded on the sides, styled to show off the volume and slight curls he has in his head. As he looks up, you both make slight eye contact before he smirks at you, making you quickly glance away.
To your defense. You’ve never been one to flirt with guys… neither have you had your first boyfriend.

“Y/N, these are my friends…”, and she starts to name all of the people sitting at the table. Once she gets to this guy, you find out his name is Sam.

“You can call me Juno.” He suggests in his smooth deep voice.

“None of us call him that, it’s just his rapper name” Chimes in one of Monica’s friends whose name is Tyler.

 As you start to get a little more comfortable with Monica’s crew, you start to see that they are pretty chill people. Most of the conversations are just about them catching up or getting to know you, but occasionally they would break off into little convos. Since you are sitting by Juno, he seemes to initiate a lot of conversations with you.

“Ahh so you’re a business major. You must like being miss boss lady, right? Aye, but there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have a little control.” Juno says in a teasing tone.

“Says the man who changed his major twice. Aye, but there’s nothing wrong with following your dreams.” You respond to him in an equally teasing tone.

The more you talk to this man, the more you seem to become attracted to him. After you exchange numbers, Sam says to you…

“You know… I noticed you looking at me when you first came in, but that would make me a hypocrite if I didn’t admit that I was watching you ever since you walked in this pub.” He confesses to you accompanied by a quick smirk and laugh. “But… I would like to get to know you more. How about a lunch date tomorrow?”

“I think I’ll like that…” You slightly smirk at him while dying on the inside.

“Think?!” He says to you feigning an offended look.

“I don’t know Mr.Junoflo, I guess we’ll have to find out tomorrow.” You say to him, as you say your farewell. Then go follow Monica and the others out of the pub to go home.

A/N: Hehhehehe… I’m dying now ;-;, but I had fun writing this. Let me know if this should be a series ( don’t worry I’ll add smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)~.  And shoutout to all the new children that follow me. Thx people :3)

Sleep - pt 17

There was a junk yard in Dallas that got rid of cars for free. The owner seemed confused and wondered why you guys would want to get rid of a perfectly functioning car, but he didn’t ask questions.

You watched as Hoseok’s pride and joy was crushed to pieces. The rides to the hiking trails flooded your mind until Jimin wrapped an arm around your waist and walked you along the road, back towards the busy streets.

It would take about two days to get from Dallas to Sacramento by bus. One stop at a hotel overnight included in the hefty price of five hundred for the both of you.

“How much do we have left?” You asked him.

“Three and a half.”

Three thousand five hundred dollars. It was something. It might be enough to start over nicely. You hoped so at least.

“I know.” You beamed, trying to talk quietly as other people on the bus were sleeping. “You can pass as an aspiring singer, like playing at bars and stuff in the city.”

“We’d have to move around a lot, each night. Just to keep hidden.”

You shrugged. “We can do it. I know we can.”

“We don’t have a choice.” He smiled.

The days went by fast. The knot in your stomach felt tighter each hour until finally, you guys hopped off the bus two days later and stood in the streets with nothing but a few bags.

It was already late in the day. Even though you were starving, there was nothing to do except wander around and look for some sort of refuge.

As you walked and walked for hours neither of you said anything. It felt scary.

The sun burned down and finally, you guys stopped to eat. While waiting for the food, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and wiped the sweat off your forehead.

The mirror reflected a body full of energy but you knew better than to trust it. Your feet hurt, a light tan began to makes its appearance and your hair was growing longer.

You tied it up and thought maybe it would be a while before you could wash it again. Now would be the real challenge. It wasn’t like you could find an empty public bathroom easily.

Quickly, you wiped your arms and legs with some damp paper towels and soap, trying to freshen up before anyone entered.

Applying makeup was normal. Trying to wash up, not so much.

Thankfully no one came in and you made your way back to the table and let Jimin go to the men’s room.

You looked around at the other people sitting down and enjoying their meals. It wasn’t like you could go up to them and say “Hey can we crash at your place? We have no where to sleep tonight.”

The world didn’t work like that.

It was routine now, to eat and then brush your teeth immediately after, using the restroom once more before leaving.

Jimin asked countless people for directions to some kind of gym or something. But the first gym wanted identification and the local park facilities were closed after six.

“Let’s head for the beach. We’ll buy a tent. Tomorrow we can be more productive.” He assured you.

“Okay.” You yawned.

His face was alert and calm.

He would take the first shift then.

Luckily there was a Walmart in town and the beach was visible from the highway’s underpass. It was a few miles away.

Your feet ached but you didn’t complain. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you guys to the seaweed filled shore.

Except it wasn’t really a beach. It was more like a strip of sand lining the neighboring bay. It smelled of fish and rotting air.

At the end of the strip, if you looked really closely, there was a group of people maybe about seven or so, smoking and drinking.

But they were far away, probably on the better side of the strip and steering clear of this dump.

By the time you guys figured out how to set up the tent, it was dark and humid.

Jimin poked a few holes in the tent for ventilation but the smell invaded instantly.

There was a clear plastic square on one side of the tent allowing you to peek through to the outside, perfect for keeping an eye on that drunken group.

You fell asleep instantly. Not surprising considering you didn’t want to be in this reality anymore.

Sleeping in shifts again, finding places to get cleaned up in, trying to find the cheapest meal.

The worst thing of all was knowing Hoseok was worried sick. Putting it to the back of your mind was hard even with all the things you and Jimin had to worry about.

Jimin smiled less. He smiled just the same but you could see when he faked his smile just for you, like you used to do for Hoseok.

He woke you up and you sluggishly sat hugging your knees, looking out of the tent through the clear plastic.

It was pitch black and the moon provided a small amount of light to makes the bay visible.

There were no waves rolling onto shore, or animals making sound.

A huge wave of sadness hit you.

You did your best to stifle the sobs but hours passed and waves of tears flooded your cheeks.

A few days passed, maybe a week. The folded tent hauled behind your backs, and hauled back to the sandy strip of land each night.

Your hair oily, sand underneath your nails, chapped lips. Jimin’s hair was longer now, covering his eyes.

With careful effort you cut his hair but you refused to let him touch your hair, embarrassed.

It seemed like you guys were relying on luck now.

Without fear Jimin went into restaurant after restaurant asking for a job. He asked what seemed like college students about any parties or places to crash at.

Jimin would flirt in hopes of getting invited to parties. There were rumors of huge lavish parties rich kids would throw, and everyone who was too drunk to go home would just sleep on the lawns or whoever they happened to pass out.

Some offered their frat houses but there were drugs everywhere. After twenty minutes of waking to a campus with their own housing streets, Jimin was over it. The frat house one guy offered was crowded with drunk students but the party seemed like it was nearing its end.

He dragged you out quickly and you looked at him confused.

“Jimin. We should have stayed. Who cares if everyone’s high, they wouldn’t have bothered us.”

“We not staying in a drug house Y/N. It’s not safe, you never know what could happen.” He sighed.

“Jimin we have no other place to go.” You exclaimed.

You looked at him worriedly. You were tired and sleeping outside in a tent wasn’t much better either. It was cold at nights, he would wake up with back aches, and during the day the tent was too hot.

“I’m about to pass out Y/N.” He said, touching his forehead and closing his eyes, seeming annoyed.

“I know you’re tired, we’ve been sleeping in shifts for a two weeks now…They have a bathroom.” You pointed out.

He opened his eyes and grabbed your shoulders. “We’re not staying there. It’s too dangerous. I know these types of houses. The guys on campus back home aren’t much different. It’s not safe.”

“It’s not safe in the streets either.” You replied somberly.

He stepped back from you and threw his hands into the air.

“Well what do you want me to do Y/N?! I told you it was going to be hard. I’m just as lost as you are.”

His anger caught you off guard, it was he first time he talked to you like that. Even when he was blaming you for everything his tone wasn’t this harsh.

“Let’s just go.” You pouted, walking away and pulling the small luggage behind you.

He grabbed your shoulder again and spun you around.

“Go where?” He asked, exasperated.

But how were you supposed to know? It was dark and the stores were closing soon.

You crossed your arms and took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself from raising your voice as well. You didn’t want to fight with him.

“I don’t know, to find a better beach. I’m tired of that rotting fish smell.” You wheeled off again taking only a few steps before he spoke again.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He said making you freeze.

You didn’t turn around. His words stung, as if you were ten years old again and someone was being mean to you.

Before you had the time to react he walked over to you and took the luggage, in his other hand he grabbed your hand and pulled you away towards the city streets.

You stayed silent. A million thoughts running to your head, none of them good.

Were you overreacting? It’s not like he was cursing at you.

But Jimin never talked like that, not with you.

Hoseok would never…

It wasn’t fair to think that way. You were comparing him to Jimin and that wasn’t right.

You were supposed to be forgetting Hoseok. But the thought came like a slap in the face.

If you said it out loud then Jimin would have every reason to hate you. He didn’t deserve that.

He walked into the nearest hotel and got a room.

Jimin pretended like he forgot his driver’s license and they gave him no trouble, asking only for an address and phone number which he easily made up.

He asked if the kitchen was still open and ordered room service. Three hundred gone in an instant.

“Eat. I’m going to shower.” He said shutting the bathroom door.

You ate and showered right after he got out, leaving him to eat alone. The silence was abnormal.

But you knew what he was thinking.

He was tired, unsure, and most of all afraid.

“Come here.” He said after you were done blow drying your hair, holding the scissors in his hands.

Without meeting his gaze you sat down in front of him, facing away.

He brushed your hair and clipped the strands of hair away. By the time he was done it wasn’t too short. The length was fine and you were glad to get it over with.

You didn’t move from your spot, you just stayed there touching your hair.

A few seconds passed and he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

You touched his arms, no words needed now to know how much you two felt sorry for each other, for yourselves.

A part of you knew, that this was just the beginning of your punishment. It would take much more suffering to atone for what you did to Hoseok, and for dragging Jimin into this mess with you.

You lowered your head and began crying. The sobs came hard and your body shook. Jimin brought you onto his lap and held you tight, like he’s done so many times before.

You cried for Hoseok, for the guilt inside you and the hurt you caused him, for turning Jimin’s world to hell. It hit you now more than ever that you could never undo this pain.

How many times could you say I’m sorry? No matter how many times you said it out loud the pain was still there.

You wanted to scratch the words into your arm, tattoo them into your skin forever.

Instead he said it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” he said kissing your forehead as Hoseok did so many times.

You shook your head and managed to speak. “No I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Are you thinking about him?” He whispered.

You nodded, weeping into his arms.

“Think about me Y/N. I need you now.” He said.

You nodded, burying your face into his neck. Soon your sobs turned into stuttered breathing, and harsh exhales.

Selfishly, you pushed your thoughts to him, and only him.

The way he was everything now. The warmth in your heart, it was only him.

Yes it was hard and maybe you deserved this but, you asked yourself if being happy was such a bad thing. Could you allow yourself to be happy without thinking of Hoseok every time?

Jimin was there, asking himself the same question. Deep down you knew the answer was yes because you had no choice. Moving on, it what’s you guys needed to do.

And you would keep telling yourself that until you could feel okay again.

Until Jimin felt okay again.

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“We got permission from her parents to go public with this.”

“Her parents? What say do they have? Her own mother attacked her in public!” Hoseok couldn’t believe they involved your parents again.

This was your life. You don’t want anything to do with them anymore and the fact that he once tried to convince you otherwise, made him sick to his stomach.

“You need to calm down sir. You’re lucky they haven’t sued you. They’re threatening to sue everyone for not taking care of Y/N properly. Even if Y/N doesn’t want them involved, they still have a right to know what’s going on.”

“No they don’t. They’re part of the reason why Y/N wanted to kill herself. She’s twenty one, and she made a decision to cut them out of her life. You think she’ll want to come back by any fraction of a chance now that her parents are involved? How stupid can you guys be?!” He stormed out of the police station, leaving the detectives to their own mess.

They hadn’t found a single trace of you two since Kansas. The only clue to lead from was a motel security camera in Kansas. Assuming you guys went west.

Hoseok wasn’t allowed to leave the state for some odd reason they wouldn’t tell him. It was clear that they didn’t want him to go search for you on his own.

He searched your journals, your school books, everything, for some sign as to were you could have gone but nothing.

Day after day he was reminded of his complete failure, suffocating with guilt but most of all afraid.

Afraid for your safety, your well being. Jimin didn’t know what he was doing. Hosoek thought long and hard about where he went wrong. Did he not listen to you enough?

Did Jimin do something? No…Kris was making Jimin into a bad buy. Hoseok knew Jimin longer than Kris, and he always saw that hint of jealousy Kris showed when it came to Jimin. Hoseok kept his distance from Kris now, and everyone else actually.

News had spread around town that Jimin left, with you, “Hobi’s friend.” They talked to him differently, saying that Jimin and you weren’t real friends, that they should have told him about your relationship. They didn’t know what they were talking about…so Hoseok just decided to stay away from everyone.

To sleep, he had to get drunk first. Alone at home, after five or so beers he was able to lay down in bed and close his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

Jennie shrugged. “Heard about Jimin. Just wanted to see how you were holding up.”

“Great thanks.” Hoseok said with the little sincerity he could manage. “Working and stuff. I don’t have time to hang out much.”

He let her into the messy house. If it was messy it made it seem like you guys were still here and he wasn’t alone.

“It’s been a while since I visited.” She sighed.

“Since Jimin broke up with you?” Hoseok said bluntly.

Jennie rolled her eyes at him. “What? You think I was still in love with him afterwards? Like the rest of the girls he’s been with? At least I’m not moping around like you are just because Y/N left with him.”

“Oh you know her name already? How nice to see you still keep tabs on whoever Jimin’s interested in.” Hoseok replied sarcastically.

“So it’s true. He did run away with her.” Jennie scoffed.

“What the hell do you want me to say Jennie? You can believe that if you want to but I have no idea why they left. Why do you think the cops are involved?” He sighed.

Of course he knew why you left, you were scared. He just couldn’t believe it that’s all. And now people were making up their own stories, their own assumptions.

“Why are you here Jennie?” He asked seriously.

“Hobi.” She placed a bag he just noticed on the counter. “Kris said you weren’t acting yourself anymore. I just wanted to check up on you. Seriously. I know we don’t talk much but everyone’s worried about you. They just don’t have the decency to face you anymore.”

“I don’t want to talk to anyone.” He said sternly. “I can’t always be in the mood to party and go out, I stopped that a long time ago already.”

“Yeah but no one sees you anymore. At least we saw you around town, now it’s like you don’t even live here anymore.”

“Thanks for the food…you don’t have to visit again. I’m fine.” He said going into his room.

Jennie could see herself out. For now Hoseok wanted nothing to do with his friends, Jimin’s friends or anyone in general.

It had been a month now and he felt like it just happened yesterday. You were just in his arms yesterday…

“Did I push you away Y/N? Was it me? Were you scared because of me?”

You didn’t turn around.

“I don’t care if you don’t love me back.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to turn you around.

You didn’t budge. Instead you ran forwards and stopped a busy street, the bridge right across. The cars stopped and you kept running towards the bridge. He ran after you.

He looked on in horror as you climbed it, sitting down on the railing.

“Y/N! Listen to me! I don’t care if you don’t love me back. Just stay. You don’t have to love me back. Please look at me.” He said touching your shoulder again.

“Y/N…” a sing-song like voice called from below.

“Jimin!” You came alive, waving towards someone below.

Hoseok felt sick, but he looked over the railing and down to see Jimin sitting on the rocks and waving.

“Hoseok I have to go now.” You smiled, never once looking at him.

“No, no, Y/N. Look at me! I’m right here.” He grabbed your arm.

“Let me go. It’s okay.” You looked at him as if he was being silly.

“You can’t jump. You have to stay Y/N.” He sobbed.

“Then you jump.” You told him, smiling. “We can jump together.”

“No. You need to come home with me.”

“Hoseok you’re hurting me.” You looked at his hands on yours. Tears began streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m not.” He felt confused but in that moment he pulled you off the railing.

“What are you doing?” You squirmed in his arms, fighting against him and finally pushing him away.

He stumbled back into the street and when he looked to his right a car was towards coming in slow motion.

He couldn’t move, only his head turned back to look at you. A horrified expression on your face.

“Hoseok!” You screamed.

Finally he woke up.

He began to sob harder than ever before, the breaths hurt with each inhale. He pressed his face into the pillow, his body shuddering against his will.

Anger filled him up until he destroyed everything in his room. He threw everything onto the floor, he shattered everything he could. Then he threw himself on the floor and hugged his knees, closing his eyes and resting his head on his knees, letting himself cry but refusing to let himself go back to sleep.

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Jimin was a waiter now. The old rustic tavern was owned by a woman in her fifties, a widow. She agreed to let you guys stay as long as you cleaned up everyday, Jimin served the guests, and sometimes performed.

Her name was Maggs. She said business is always slow. But that was obvious considering it was in no man’s land. A little farther up than Sacramento. People traveled through all the time, usually travelers on their way to Southern California, but another inn opened up across the freeway.

She was kind enough to give you guys a place to stay but the trailer was old, small and practically destroyed inside and out. Once it rained, water leaked through the ceiling. Mosquitoes had free range through little cracks and holes all over.

The bathroom didn’t work either. You had to use the one inside the tavern.

But it was something. You and Jimin had walked three days along the freeway, setting up the tent behind shrubs that hid you two from cars passing by.

Jimin charmed the pants off Maggs and she saw how exhausted you guys were. She pitied you and that was enough to let two strange kids into her trailer behind the tavern.

Once you went into Maggs’ room inside the tavern. It was nice and felt like penthouse compared to the trailer.

Only one other waiter worked there, his name was Jim and he rented out a room in the tavern.

Still, she was all alone too. Her customers left her as well.

You bounced with excitement, clapping furiously and meeting him as he came down from the small stage.

He threw an arm around your shoulders. “How was I?”

“Maggs is so happy right now, look.” You pointed at her behind the counter. She was watching the customer’s expressions, pleased with Jimin’s performance.

You guys made your way over to her, sitting down for dinner finally.

“You were right Y/N. He’s got the looks and he voice. If only I was a few years younger…” She joked.

Embarrassed, Jimin laughed and paid for the food. Maggs didn’t take the money.

“You guys can eat free here now. Y'all proved to me that you’re trustworthy and hard working. I know the trailers messed up so keep your money for fixing it up. Don’t worry about food from now own.”

“We really appreciate it Maggs but didn’t come to take business away.” Jimin said.

“You two had a hard time I can tell. I’m not losing money anymore, on the contrary, you’re pulling business back in. Considering I don’t pay you guys a cent, I’m guessing this is all you guys have.” She pushed the money back into Jimin’s hand. “Don’t be stubborn with me kid, you don’t have to worry about food anymore.”

“Thanks Maggs.” You smiled at her kindness.

Why couldn’t everyone be like her?

“Look at her!” Maggs exclaimed, “Jimin, you better take good care of her. You got a beautiful girlfriend and a way to make it big.”

“Maybe.” Jimin blushed.

“Boy, with a voice like yours, you can make it in Hollywood and all over the world. You just watch.” She said, going back to the kitchen.

Jimin sighed, still smiling. “Oh, I’m gonna miss her.” He said.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

“When we have to leave.” He said.

“She’s not going to make us leave. She likes us.” You said, still confused.

“We can’t stay here for too long. We’re still to close to the city. We can’t settle down, at least not yet.”

“Maybe if we tell her…”

“No. We shouldn’t involve anyone else. She could get in trouble if she helps.”

“You’re right.” You sighed, going back to eating. “She’s a good person.”

It was funny that she thought you guys were a couple. She called you guys cute all the time. It reminded you of high school when people would pair each other all the time.

Maggs trusted you guys enough to give you keys to the tavern, allowing it to be your free space to kill your boredom.

Jimin practiced piano and guitar. It was luck that Maggs had some instruments and that you guys ended up here in such perfect place.

Tonight wasn’t so perfect though, it was raining and a cool breeze swept through the trailer continuously. The thin sheets you had were fine but you focused on the cold too much and nothing seemed to fix your shivering.

Jimin made some tea while you out on some socks.

“Who knew it got cold in California?” Jimin pursed his lips.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said…about us leaving here.” You told him.

“I know babe. It makes you sad, me too…but we have to. Staying in one place is too risky now.”

It was riskier that ever now that your picture was known. Your face was on the news and for some reason, not Jimin’s

“I want to stay. Maggs is so nice and this place is perfect even with this messed up trailer. Even with this cold breeze in the middle of the night, it’s perfect. I’m happy here.”

“I know.” He kissed your forehead. “Promise me you’ll stay happy once we leave. For Maggs, and for me.”

You hugged him and didn’t let go. “Anything for you.”

“Jesus you are cold.” He touched your hands.

You shied away from him.

“Come here.” He said pulling you back into his arms. “I know just the thing to warm you up but tomorrow we might wake up with the biggest hangover ever.”

Your eyes lit up at the idea.

“We don’t have work tomorrow.” You beamed, forgetting about the tea.

“Then check the pantry.” He said, letting go.

You walked two feet away from him and slid open the small cabinet above the microwave. There stood a bottle, half empty but half full of tequila.

“Bought it off of Maggs the other day.” He said.

You brought the bottle over to the pull out table, which had just enough space for your elbows and the bottle.

“What do we drink with?” You asked realizing there’s no shot glasses.

Jimin opened the bottle and took a sip, sighing after taking the burning liquid down.

He pushed it back to you and you did the same, except a small cough escaped your lips.

It had been so long since you felt that warmth inside.

The plan was to finish the bottle quickly. A series of would rather questions ensued and you guys took a sip with each turn.

“Would you rather the world end by natural disaster, or zombie apocalypse?” He asked as you took another drink.

“Zombie apocalypse. I’d like to see how long I could last.” You gave him the bottle and thought of a question.

“Would you rather have a million dollars or me?” You laughed.

“A million dollars, I already have you.” He ruffled your hair and you grabbed the bottle, taking a bigger drink than before.

Your legs were beginning to feel numb and you welcomed the sleepiness, although you hoped it took its time so that you could keep talking to him.

“Would you rather stay here or go back home?” He asked with a smile, clearly just as buzzed as you were.

“Stay here obviously.” You felt annoyed at his question.

“Really? I want to go back but like back in time when everything was normal.” He beamed, taking an extra sip.

“Hey, don’t finish all yourself.” You pouted.

He laughed and gave you back the bottle. Almost empty now.

You took a sip and sighed. “I know what you mean. But even when things were normal bad stuff happened.”

“Like what?” He grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry and sat back down.

“Like that time Yumi came, that time Hoseok thought I left, that time you came home bruised, there was blood on your face. And that time I hurt my ankle.” You babbled.

“I don’t think about that stuff anymore. Ever since you moved in, I liked living there even more.” He shrugged, stuffing down the chips.

“It’s my fault we left.” You let him finish the bottle.

“Shut up.” He said calmly.

You looked at him annoyed but he just smirked and you laughed with him.

“It’s your fault we’re here but how do you feel?” He asked, holding your hand.

“I feel okay. I’m okay.” You said sincerely, not afraid to admit it now.

“We are okay Y/N. We did it, just like you said we would.”

You smiled, cheering up and bouncing in your seat. “I was right. I’m never right about anything.”

“You’re beautiful you know that?” He said suddenly, causing you to freeze.

You laughed and shook your head. “No you are.” You pet his head.

His hair was a dark brown now. His natural hair color made him look just a handsome as the blonde which had faded away quickly.

“You’re beautiful Y/N.” He repeated, holding your hand and resting his head on the table.

“Let’s go to sleep.” You pulled his hand and tried to get up but you stumbled backwards.

He laughed at you and stood up with more ease than you.

“Come here babe.” He wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding your waist tight and guiding you through the trailer’s narrow path with was only about two feet wide.

The distance from the table to the mattress was about six feet or so, and it felt like you were taking the straight line test the police made you take if caught drunk driving.

You smirked just thinking how bad you would fail that test right about now.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you kicked off your sandals and rolled onto one side of the tiny bed, Jimin laid down and faced you, only two or three centimeters away.

Silently you stared into his eyes, knowing he felt warm too. All over you felt warm, the tequila in full effect.

But this was like a calm drunk. Both of you just enjoying the relief. You didn’t have a care in the world.

“Park Jimin?” You whispered.

He grinned like it was the best thing he’s ever heard. His smile caught your attention and you put your finger on his bottom lip.

Confused for a second, you looked up at his eyes and said what you wanted to say.

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

He grabbed your finger and moved it away. For a few seconds he stared at your lips and then he looked back into your eyes.

“I hope you don’t remember this.” He whispered back.

You waited for him to explain, or rather you had no idea what he was talking about and you didn’t care. You just focused on the color of his eyes.

Those eyes that could see into yours. Those eyes that felt like yours staring right back.

And when he kissed you, it felt like love. Like butterflies in your stomach danced around and that happiness you longed for was suddenly there.

When he pulled away you felt empty.

“Let’s go to sleep.” He kissed your forehead.

As he turned around, you hugged him from behind and he held your arm as you both fell asleep, the liquor making it easy to stop thinking and start dreaming.
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Searching

Prompt: “I can’t believe you found my dog! Please take this reward.”         Pairing: Bucky x Reader                                                                           Summary: Your best friend is lost, thanks to a snafu at your apartment complex. Your hunt to find her leads you to a smooth-talking army vet. P.s. there is a little cursing.                                                                         Categories: Angst (over losing your pet), flirty fluff                                             This is my entry for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k au challenge!

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Heat Spell

Fandom: Zootopia
Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps
Rating: T
WC: 7,375
Summary: In the midst of an intense summer in Sahara Square, Judy and Nick are both college students working as lifeguards at a local pool club. One-Shot.[AO3]

[A/N]: This was just a fun little one-shot I wrote to take a break from Something That Finds You. Very fluffy, very casual – hopefully it isn’t as scattered as I feel it is. Once again, many thanks to everyone who reads this, and any of my other works! Happy Summer!


Her feet burned against the asphalt of the parking lot as she hurried into work, the ends of her fur practically singeing in the heat. No one had arrived yet, other than the other employees, but the club opened in less than 10 minutes, which was cutting it far too close for Judy. She whipped her keycard out of her tote bag as she entered the lobby of the main building, grateful for the brief welcome of an air conditioner.

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The Best and the Worst of You

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Chapter 1: Long-Haired Arin

Every day at midnight, there was a loud whirring sound in the Grump space bathroom, followed by a loud thud. Nobody could miss it. So when Danny waltzed into Arin’s office five minutes later, hair ruffled and a lazy smile across his face, it was unquestionable. Arin was sat at his desk, flicking his eyes over various lines of emails with a concentrated expression. His hair was tied up in a tight bun.

“You should grow your hair out.” Dan grinned, walking towards Arin and patting the bun at the back of Arin’s head. Arin grumbled something under his breath and cracked his neck to one side. “Like, down to your back.”

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Tig Trager - I Can't Stop Loving You |Part 3|

-Five Years Ago-

Tig watched as the bikes rolled into the TM parking lot. There was about a dozen or so of them and all the riders were women. “Daughters of Anarchy” read their kuttes. They were the Sisterhood of the Sons. Their leader was the late sister of John Teller and wife to Clay’s brother, making her a Teller-Morrow as well.

But that wasn’t who had caught his eye, the woman whom had it was none other than Y/N Morrow. She was the VP of her Club and it showed.

Young, yes.
Beautiful, yes.
Deadly, hell yes.

She was a sight to envy and a woman you didn’t want to mess with as Tig had learned watching her growing up around the Club.

“Uncle Clay!”

She shouted as she came running up to Clay, who had turned around and laughed holding his arms out wide and welcomed her with a large bear hug. Tig smiled softly as he watched his Prez and the VP engulf each other before she planted a quick kiss on Clay’s cheek.

“Jack-a-boy!!”

She cheered as Jax came up and gave her a hug as well.

“Damn, you’ve grown up haven’t you? Gotten some killer muscles as well!”

Jax said laughing as he pinched at her arms. My eyes widened, damn Jax was right she did have some killer arms making her look even more like the type of woman you didn’t wanna mess with. Tig continued watching from his spot as she came around and hugged and greeted each of the guys. Bobby, Opei, Happy, Piney, Juice Chibs and then her last stop was Tig.

She looked up at him with a large smile and held out her arms. He swallowed hard as he opened his arms and wrapped them around her body, pulling her close.

“Meet me in your room in an hour.”

She whispered quickly before planting a kiss on the side of his cheek. When she pulled away Tig stood there in a daze but knowing why she wanted to see him in his room after a while.

After all this wasn’t her first time she requested this from him.

The hour seemed like it flew by after the drinks and welcome home party was in full swing. Tig had a few drinks to enjoy himself, but he kept the usual crows at bay, knowing that Y/N would have his neck if he were to try some any early action with a crow. They had a deal after all. When she was around Tig was hers and hers alone. But when she was gone he was free to play. It was a pretty sweet deal if you asked him.

When the hour was up he took a quick glance around the smoke filled room and didn’t see her, knowing that she must have been back in his room waiting on him. Making his way back to his room he found her sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but her back underwear and her kutte on over her body.

Tig stood there with his mouth gaped and looking all over her delicious body. He closed the door behind him slowly, never breaking eye contact with her as he licked his lips.

“Damn baby. It’s been too long.”

The Storage Unit - Chapter 1

“The Storage Unit”: Chapter 1

By: @2momsmakearight

Rating: PG13

Summary: Just another secret Mulder has been keeping from Scully.

Spoilers: Takes place post TINH, and pre- DeadAlive

Notes: Written as part of the @txf-fic-chicks birthday challenge, this story has grown exponentially and will become the first part in a LARGER SERIES. No beta was used in the writing of this story, so all mistakes are mine. Be gentle, I’ve had awful writer’s block. But I’m glad to be back. I feel really excited about the prospects of this story and where it will go. Bummed it’s only rated PG-13? Don’t be. Buckle up, baby. This is only the beginning. 

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She sits in the rental car, nervously fidgeting in the passenger seat as they exit the highway. A hand absently rubs at the gentle swell of her belly, finally showing almost six months into her pregnancy. Agent Doggett and Skinner had both insisted on being with her for this trip, and while she had initially put up resistance, her stance firm and solid as she rebuked them of their chivalry, a little part of her was glad they were there, relieved even, afraid of what she might find in that storage locker.

It had been a fluke. Finding the bill. She normally threw out the junk mail that littered his mail box, but for whatever reason, she had decided to weed through it, separating the pizza coupons from the credit card offers from the mortgage refinance postcards. Even six weeks since his death, and five since he was taken, she still wasn’t ready to pack up his apartment. His estate paid the rent. She knew it was a waste of money, silly even to hold onto it like she was. But she didn’t care.  There were simply too many memories she wasn’t ready to let go of.

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I Don’t Like You, Remember?

Chapter one of a bellarke high school au


Clarke’s mom had been remarried for close to four years now, but it was still the first time that her dad didn’t drop her off at the front of the school on her first day back. That alone was enough to ruin Clarke’s day, but it was her dread of seeing the one responsible that was already beginning to make her blood boil.

“Clarke.” Jasper waving his hand outside her window drew her out of her head. His voice was muffled by the glass between them. “Are you going to get out of the car or are you going to sit in there all day?”

Sit in here all day, she thought. Anything to keep her from facing Wells. She was afraid she might punch him too hard if they crossed paths, and it wasn’t out of pity for him either–she didn’t want to be held accountable if she did any damage to his head from impact.

Still, Clarke knew that holing herself away from the world wasn’t going to get her into med-school, so she opened the door against better judgement. “Jasper?” Her stepbrother was sitting crisscrossed on the parking-lot pavement, leaning with his back to the car and his messenger bag in his lap. “Why are you on the ground?”

He scrambled to his feet, taking care to wipe gravel from the back of his jeans. “I wasn’t sure when, or if, you were going to come out.”

“You didn’t have to wait for me, you know.” Clarke pressed a button on her keychain and the vehicle locked behind her.

Jasper shrugged. “Maybe not, but it didn’t feel right to leave you behind.”

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a two thousand word office antics outline

There were about 10 episodes left. And this is how it was supposed to go down.

The numbering is based on the LJ chapters. For the AFF chapter, please add 8 to the number to get the equivalent numbering. 

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Save The Vents

Of all the things Gordon Freeman has acquired a reputation for doing over the years—bludgeoning alien zombies with a crowbar, staring mutely at the characters emoting around him, applying his PhD to patronisingly simple Newtonian physics problems—I think the one I’d be most hesitant to do in real life is just crawling through a vent. You’re stuck in a dark, claustrophobic, maze-like space, getting a faceful of stale air blowing in from god-knows-where, and since you can’t turn around without a five week course in advanced body contortion, your only option when attacked from behind is to flail hopelessly and hope your buttocks don’t look too enticing. Oh yes, and as Mythbusters handily showed us, you can’t actually move anywhere without making enough noise to alert everybody in the building to your position, direction, and clumsy lack of progress.

Worst of all, in both real- and Half-Life, vents are just really bloody boring.

They are, though, aren’t they? Crawling through a vent in Half-Life is like being forced to walk down a very long, dark, featureless corridor with both your feet tied to a reluctant St. Bernard, and despite many efforts to the contrary, there are only so many ways you can spice up the experience before I begin to regard their entrances with the resigned sigh of a sewage technician who wore his good jeans to work on the day that the mains burst. The architecture is inherently dull, no matter how many dusty fans and offshoots you add, and unfortunately one set of metal duct panels looks more or less like any other set of metal duct panels, so meaningful navigation is out of the question. Combat encounters are limited to headcrabs leaping out in a fruitless attempt to surprise you, and puzzles aren’t even on the table. The only particularly interesting thing Valve has ever really done with vents is set-pieces, and even then, after the second or third one collapses out from underneath him, one can’t help wondering if Gordon needs to cut down on the headcrab hamburgers.

And yet it wouldn’t be Half-Life without vents. Vents are an icon of Half-Life, every bit as essential as the crowbar, and they didn’t earn that distinction just because somebody on the team got off on the thought of a theoretical physicist struggling to make headway in a cramped, sweaty, metal hole; they’re a fundamental tool of the level design, and Half-Life couldn’t have been the same game without them.

To understand vents, we have to realise that they are nothing more than the most common representation of a level design trope that gets used all throughout the Half-Life games. I dare say that professional level designers have some wonderful term for it, but since I’m just a hack with a desk covered in coffee stains and a hard drive full of lousy deathmatch maps, I’m going to call this trope the ‘intermediate space’. Intermediate spaces don’t show up on the map; they’re behind the walls, beneath the floors, above the ceilings. They’re the places that normal people are never supposed to traverse; the spaces that practically defined Gordon Freeman’s journey through the ruined Black Mesa: vents, pipes, chutes, wiring ducts, false ceilings, gangways, crawl-spaces, elevator shafts, rafters, dumbwaiters, maintenance holes, hatches and tunnels. They’re cramped, they’re dangerous, and they worm their way unseen throughout the facility, momentarily surfacing only to disappear back into its depths. Vents are simply the most famous and widespread of the litter.

Why does it matter if these spaces exist? To answer that, we have to realise that Half-Life’s level design—as well as the level design of the innumerable games that borrowed from it—is, at its heart, a compromise. To you and I, fans of the golden age of first-person shooters, the word ‘realism’ can leave a bit of a sour taste depending on your personal experiences, but in their own way, that’s exactly what Half-Life’s environments shot for. Whatever creative license the mad science of Black Mesa gave Valve, they were still frequently creating contemporary, believable spaces: offices, storage rooms, hallways, parking lots, bathrooms, warehouses, security checkpoints, all logically arranged and framed by sensible architecture. Black Mesa was supposed to feel realistic, unbroken, seamless, like a proper place, free of such fundamentally video-game-y concepts as 'levels’ or 'zones’.

Except you can’t really do that. No seriously, you can’t. If you want to make a linear first-person shooter with finely-balanced pacing and interesting combat encounters, the absolute last thing you want out of your level design—the abstract structure of the maps, not all the visual stuff that gets slapped into them—is realism. Architects don’t plan for gunfights; warehouse workers don’t arrange their cargo into stacks of cover. Buildings are supposed to facilitate free movement through them, not squeeze everybody through choke-points and one-way corridors. Half-Life is a twelve-hour-long tube with train rides at both ends, but does it feel like it? No, Black Mesa feels like a believable space in a way that few first-person shooter settings at the time could claim. It takes realistic architecture and carefully moulds it around areas, arenas, routes and transitions, like papier mâché around an unnerving wireframe skeleton, to create a space that superficially looks convincing but ultimately puts gameplay first.

But of course, as is usually the case with this kind of thing, the logic of the world doesn’t always fit snugly to the structure of the levels. Freeman enters the freezer through the door, but where’s he going to come out? How’s he going to get from this rocket exhaust tunnel to this train station, or from this office corridor to this cargo bay? With vents, and pipes, and crawl-spaces galore, that’s how. Are there structural conventions that ventilation systems ought to follow? Of course, but nobody knows or cares what they are. They can start anywhere and finish anywhere, needing nothing but a small section of flat wall and an unobstructed flow of air to seem believable. Intermediate spaces are the semicolons of Half-Life’s level design; an elegant way of having one space logically follow from another without having to explicitly show how they’re related. They are the paste that seals the cracks in the façade; the kind of all-purpose, industrial-strength filler that makes your nostril hairs shrivel up in disgust but grips like the jaws of death without so much as a seam.

But that’s far from the end of intermediate spaces’ virtues. One of their more interesting applications, exemplified in Office Complex and the chapter that follows it, We’ve Got Hostiles, is where they’re used not just as a way of smoothing out the transitions between areas, but as a way of making our perception of how those areas are spatially organised more nuanced. Y'see, the thing about Half-Life’s level design, especially in Black Mesa’s unending subterranean tunnels, is that it tends to sprawl like a sloshed middle-aged football fan on the Saturday night train; there’s no obligation to make rooms fit together snugly, so there’s a lot of negative space behind the walls that we just unconsciously assume is filled with something, be it inaccessible rooms, storage closets, maintenance cavities, or just a load of solid sedimentary rock. If I can be extra pretentious for a second, this negative space exists in a kind of quantum superposition of states; it could be any number of things, but since we can’t actually find out, it remains an amorphous mystery, framing the environments with the vague promise that there is, in some way, more to the facility than what you can see. Most of Half-Life follows this pattern: a linear sequence of areas worming their way through the void, surrounded by hints of a theoretical Black Mesa that’s a lot more structurally logical—or at least, was a lot more structurally logical, before everything went to hell.

Here and there, with the help of some cleverly-structured vents, we get a glimpse of that Black Mesa. Intermediate spaces aren’t just used as a means of transitioning from A to B, but from A back to A; they loop around, showing us the same places in a new light, revealing their subtle interconnectedness. Who can forget taking refuge from the military’s bombardment in an air duct only to peek through a grate below and see the storage bays from earlier in the chapter? Who can forget taking a detour through the cold room’s vents and emerging on the far side of the door that had previously stumped them? The false ceilings of the tacky fifties offices promise acres of hidden cavities, and multiple times you’ll fall through one only to find yourself in a familiar room. “Look,” the game whispers, beckoning tantalisingly. “Everything fits together, like a real building.” It peels back the walls, populates small pockets of the void, and lends the sense that the world beyond the playable space has, in some small way, coalesced into something more defined.

So yes, in spite of them sitting in the core gameplay experience like a lump of soggy tissue paper in a bowl of Weet-Bix, I’m glad that Half-Life has such an unshakeable love for vents. Sure, there are plenty of places where they could be supplanted by more visually interesting and diverse intermediate spaces, but none are as ubiquitous in the world or as flexible as the humble ventilation duct. It’s a workhorse of level design; not especially engaging in itself, but capable of adding layers of depth and authenticity to the environments of a linear, tightly-paced shooter that few of its contemporaries can claim to have achieved. In a perfect world, vents wouldn’t have to be prevalent in a Half-Life game; every area would flow seamlessly into another without breaking the illusion of believable architecture or destroying the level design, and you’d be subtly funnelled through the levels without their linear structure ever standing out. In our imperfect world, full of compromises and patch-jobs and necessary shortcuts, they’re the next best thing.

Use them sparingly though, alright? Please?

Airports

Originally posted by omgjbmtjy-jsyjbbyk

“I fucking hate airports.” You huffed, placing down your luggage out from the car boot to the pavement. If it weren’t for the fact that there is no other way to go to Sydney for your long overdue holiday, there was no way you would be at the place you liked to call hell.

Jay merely gave you a sympathetic smile knowing exactly how much you hated airports, always opting for the road whenever you had to travel domestically. It didn’t matter whether planes had less travel times, at all cost you tried to avoid being in the airport. Unless of course you had. Like now.

Gingerly placing a soft reassuring kiss on your forehead, he took the luggage from you before placing it on the trolley. “It’s going to be okay. Before you know it we’ll be in Australia having a threesome with kangaroos.”

The look of disapproval on your face was evident, lips set on a deep frown and brows furrowed darkly. You never did find an appreciation in Jay’s way of trying to ease tensions. Though you did see through the sentiment of his words, not that your body language ever showed it.

“You can have threesomes with kangaroos. I’m having an orgy with Bondi Beach locals.” You retorted back, just before walking away to leave an overly dramatic Jay clutching his heart.

“No wait babe come back!” He shouted. “I changed my mind! I don’t want to go to Australia anymore!”

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Little Reminders

Character: Sam Winchester

Request: *whispers* could you please maybe do a Sam or Cas version using the heart beat prompt? AKA (Imagine Sam curling up with you and listening to your heartbeat to reassure himself that you’re still alive)

Word Count: 1757

Warnings:Mild swearing

AN- Sam’s version has finally arrived! I really liked how this one turned out and I hope you guys do too! I plan on getting down a Cas version up soon.

Italics are flashbacks!

Dean Version: xxxxx

Cas Version: xxxxx

Feedback and Requests are much appreciated <3 I think my writers block is finally gone! :)

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Baby It's Christmas

Anonymous said: Could you do a Christmas imagine that’s deanxreader based off the song baby it’s Christmas? The cover is by Travis-strep graham and Colton Haynes:) thanks!

A/N: Wow, I did not plan for this to be as long as it turned out. Anyhow, I hope you like it!

Word count: 2,280

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a car accident, sexual innuendo.

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“So…you’re not gonna make it then?”

“Afraid not, baby,” Dean sighed, his voice holding the weight of a ton of bricks. He ran a hand through his hair, the short, sleek strands being ruffled easily. “I really wish I could, but this storm’s bitchin’ too hard; we’ll try to head out in the morning, but the roads might still be closed.”

Two days. The roads had been closed for two days, and now it was Christmas Eve, and Dean was stuck in a motel room just a couple of hours away from home. Sure, he had his brother with him, but Sam was also itching to just go and spend the holiday like a real family instead of being cooped up.

“Don’t worry, I get it,” you tried to say firmly, but your voice shook at the end.

Dean sighed once again, closing his eyes tightly and wishing that he could be with you for at least just a second; that he could hold you and wipe away the tears, of frustration and sadness, that were undoubtedly forming in your eyes. Frustration because you there wasn’t anything you could do, and sadness because, as Dean knew, you had promised your daughters that their father would be home for Christmas.

“Baby, I—”

“Dean, seriously, it’s fine,” you interrupted with what sounded like a forced smile. “I get what having this life —what settling down and still hunting— meant. Just come home safe. Please.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” There was a small silence, not awkward at the least, but just filled with the breaths that you each took, making it obvious that you were alive and well. “Did you tuck the girls in already?”

“Yeah, Katie helped me make dinner tonight while Emily ran around the house yelling that her sister was going to poison the food,” you laughed, the image of the chaotic kitchen causing Dean to chuckle as well. “They were completely exhausted by eight, although Emily did try to protest to their bed time between yawns. Even though she’s three, that child can be really stubborn sometimes.”

“Like mother like daughter,” Dean teased, almost hearing the roll of your eyes. He chuckled again, making sure not to wake Sam up, who was already lying down and sleeping on the opposite bed of the motel room. There was a small intake of breath from the other side of the phone, the corners of the Dean’s mouth turning up a little bit. “You’re tired, too, baby girl.”

“Nah, I’m completely up and at it,” you said, but another, less hidden yawn left your mouth right after you finished your sentence.

“Go to sleep, (Y/N), I’ll call you tomorrow,” Dean promised, and although he couldn’t see your smile, he knew it was there.

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” Dean heard the sheets of the bed being ruffled as you settled in, confirming your statement. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied softly, hand dropping down and away from his ear as he hung up.

He closed his phone app, the background screen popping out instantly, only blocked by a few things; it was a picture of you and Dean in the hospital with Emily, taken a few hours after she was born. Katie, who was three at the time, was smiling widely at the camera, laughing at the height Sam was holding her at. Dean was sitting next to you, one arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him while he smiled.

But the one thing that always caught his attention, no matter how many times he looked at the photo, was you. There were bags under your eyes, hairs sticking out everywhere, but to Dean, you looked like the most beautiful person in the world. You didn’t even see that the nurse was taking a picture, so you were looking down at the white bundle of blankets in your arms, love and adoration plastered in your features.

With one last look at the image, Dean set down his phone and took off his shoes, his arms folded underneath his head as he faced the ceiling of the room. He’d almost missed last Christmas, but Garth had begged for his and Sam’s help for the case he’d just finished, making him most likely lose the holiday this year.

He took a few moments readjusting his pillow, finally closing his eyes and turning on his side. He could hear the ticking of the motel clock, mocking him, taunting the fact that he didn’t have much time to get to you and his girls.

My baby I’m coming home
This Christmas


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Dean woke up at five the next morning, blurry eyed and fighting against the urge to go back to sleep again. He rubbed his eyes, stumbling out of bed and quickly checking his phone. A small grin spread over his face, feeling his sleep fade away.

“Sammy, wake up, man, roads are opened,” he said loudly, throwing his pillow at Sam as he walked into the bathroom, changing in no time and already putting his things in his duffel bag by the time Sam did the same.

“Merry Christmas to you, too,” Sam grumbled, still half-asleep and tying his shoes while Dean waited by the door, impatiently tapping his foot.

“Cheer up, Sam, (Y/N) said she was going to make a salad for you,” Dean grinned, patting his brother’s shoulder as they left the motel room, stopping for a brief moment to check out at the front desk.

Classic rock pouring out of the speakers, Dean backed out of the motel’s parking lot and into the road. He was careful to avoid any ice, but drove as fast as he could nonetheless. He knew he would not forgive himself if his daughters, and you, were to have their first Christmas without him.

His knuckles kept turning white as he gripped the steering wheel when someone in front of him wasn’t going fast enough. The hours went by slowly and silently, snowflakes hitting the windowpane every now and then. It was past midday, and four more hours before he got home, when he had to stop completely.

“Son of a bitch!” he cried out, hands pounding against the steering wheel. Red and blue lights reflected against the white snow that covered the sides of the road. Three cars were in the middle of the road, each with various degrees of damage, but impossible to drive around.

A police officer with a black coat approached the Impala. Dean let down the window, feeling his mood deflating by the second. A cold rush of wind clawed at Dean’s cheek, reddening them almost immediately. For a second, he forgot all about his current position, stuck in the middle of a road for what would surely be a long time, his mind traveling instead to you, wishing to be with you more than anything in the world.

“What’s the situation, officer?” he asked, trying to keep the frustration tearing at the back of his mind in bay.

“Well, firs’ car swirled on the road an’ another crashed against it. Third one ran in to mess, the poor souls,” the officer replied, her voice thick with a southern accent. “Sorry, fellas, but with the ice like it is, you’re gonna have to wait at least three more hours.”

“Thank you, officer,” Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as the officer nodded and walked away. He rolled the window up, small, dim clouds of moisture forming as he exhaled slowly. “Great. Fucking great.”

“We’re going to be there in time, Dean,” Sam assured him, but the words barely stayed on Dean’s mind for a few seconds.

“In time, Sam? We’re seven hours away, at least, man,” Dean groaned, though his sentence was almost drowned by the loud ring tone that came from his pocket. He pulled the device roughly, though his eyes softened as read your name on the screen. “Hey, baby. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you, too, handsome. How’s everything going?” There were a couple of small squeals from your end of the phone, and feeble patter of feet against the ground.

“Daddy!” two high-pitched voices yelled into the phone, cheerful and full of innocence. Dean cringed a bit away from the loud noise, but smiled, nevertheless.

“Daddy, when are you coming home? We got the best presents from Santa!” Katie shouted with excitement. “Mama even baked a pie for you!”

“She did? Well, sweetie, you make sure your sister leaves a piece for me, okay? I’m gonna be home real soon, and I wouldn’t miss your mama’s pie for the world,” Dean grinned, his previous frustration slowly fading away.

“Okay, Daddy! Is Uncle Sammy with you?”

“Yeah, sweetie, he’s here,” Dean said, glancing at Sam, who also looked better now that he was hearing his nieces’ voices.

“Well, Mama also said that you should wish him a merry Christmas without being an old Scrooge,” Katie said happily. Dean could hear your laugh in the background accompanied by a protest as you took the phone back.

“My, my, (Y/N), what have you been teaching my daughters?” Dean asked teasingly, making you laugh again. “Such corrupt language deserves some punishment,” he added, his voice lower.

“Oh, God, please don’t do that here,” Sam groaned, pretending to gag as Dean playfully hit his shoulder.

“Mr. Winchester, if you’re insinuating what I think you are, then at least be here first,” you teased back, “are you close?”

“Wish I could say that, honey, but there was an accident, so we’re going to take a bit longer than planned,” Dean sighed, absentmindedly watching a couple of snowflakes landing on the windshield. “Sorry, babe.”

“It’s okay, Dean. I’m just happy that you and Sam are coming home, so get here safely,” you said softly, your tone expressing sincerity. “Merry Christmas, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Merry Christmas.”

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The sky was dark, and although it glimmered with many stars and the smile of the moon, it made it impossible for anyone to really see what was just a few inches away from their faces. However, a bright, orange light spilled into the front yard of yours and Dean’s house, the glow seeping through the window of the living room.

Dean parked out side the house, him and Sam watching the movie-like scene that was taking place inside; you had Emily in your arms, hoisting her up every few seconds to make her laugh and clap. Katie, who as Dean often liked to say was like a carbon-copy of you, was showing you a few papers, probably drawings she had made. You smiled and encouraged her to keep showing you the pictures, Dean’s red flannel letting you comfortably shift Emily around as you also paid attention to Katie.

“Merry Christmas, Sam,” Dean said with a small smile, too mesmerized to look away from you, but truthfully saying the words now.

“Merry Christmas, Dean,” Sam replied, turning to his brother with a smile. He then looked at the warm moment happening inside the house for a few more seconds before getting out of the car, Dean copying in his actions.

Snow covered the grass, sinking and browning with Dean’s and Sam’s footprints. Sam’s hand trembled a bit from the cold as he raised his fist, ready to knock on the front door, when Dean stopped him.

“Wait a sec’, I want to surprise them,” he explained, taking out the set of keys that belonged to the house. He fumbled with the small, metal objects until he found the one he was looking for. He inserted the key in the lock and turned it around, slowly and quietly opening the door.

“—and this is a cat, Mommy, ‘cause it has triangle ears,” Katie was saying, her eyes bright as she spoke about the doodles on the white sheet of paper she was holding. “And it’s also wearing a hat like Santa!”

“That’s wonderful, sweetie!” you grinned, smiling at Emily, who clapped and cheered with her small hands while she repeatedly said, “cat!”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect my little girl to be such a good artist,” Dean announced, three heads turning his way in surprise.

You froze in your seat for a moment, eyes widening and mouth dropping. Dean’s lips curved up, his bright, emerald eyes meeting yours and watching your reaction. Then Katie ran up to him, her little sister following behind as she scrambled out of your arms.

“Daddy!” they both yell, giggling and shouting as Dean picked them up and hugged them, planting kisses on both of their foreheads. You stood up a few seconds after, the surprise wearing off and being quickly replaced by joy. Dean put Emily and Katie down, letting them greet their uncle, who wasted no time in spoiling them with his attention.

“Hi,” you breathed, coming to stand a few inches away from Dean. Even though you’d been married for more than seven years, there were times when you still couldn’t believe your luck of ending up with Dean.

“Hi,” he echoed, grin stretching from ear to ear. He was so close to you, that you could see the tiniest glimmer of red on his nose, the cold weather taking blame for it. But before you could look back up at his eyes, Dean gathered you in his arms, cold lips pressing softly against your warm ones.

“Ew, cooties!” Emily shouted, making you and Dean part away from each other as you both laughed, although Dean still held you tight.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Dean said, lips brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Merry Christmas, indeed.”