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Hey, Neighbor | Byun Baekhyun

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Neighbor AU | Fluff !!

Summary: In which you have a huge crush on your neighbour, Byun Baekhyun, and you aren’t really sure what to do about it; until every passing encounter soon forces you to face your feelings.

Word Count: 5.5K (again, oops)

A/N: I finally wrote something with my baby Byun Baek as the lead…I hope you enjoy!

You had pretty much fallen head over heels for your devastatingly cute neighbor  the very first time you ran into him in the elevator.

He’d looked at you with those twinkling eyes from under his messy hair, and you’d melted on the spot. “I’m Baekhyun,” he’d said, grinning, offering his hand. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”

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Cure (Finale)

Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of past sexual abuse, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst, smut.

A/N: Sorry to spring the end of this story on you guys so suddenly! But even when I could take this in so many different directions, it’s the end for me on this one. Hope you enjoy a happy ending! 

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

When we walk around the compound the next day, her hand safely secured in my metal one, there’s several people giving us long stares, most pairs of eyes drift towards her neck, where the mark I left on her is displayed to perfection. I’ve already wondered if I was this possessive to begin with, and my mind immediately responded with: Hell yes, asshole. As you should be.

I can’t disagree.

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Captain Black

Request: “Can you do a Pirate AU with Sirius Black where you’re on a ship and it sinks and he saves you?? Or something else if that idea was horrid.”

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: violence n stuff


Originally posted by pioggiadiricordi

Life on the open waters was rough. Literally and emotionally. Being an explorer of the new world required many months at sea, and currently you were sailing along the Western coast of Africa; prime pirate territory. You had warned the captain of your ship that these waters were too treacherous, that cargo ships taking the shortcut back to England were excellent targets for those vile creatures called pirates. But he had waved you off, muttering something about how you were lucky to be on board because you’re a “disrespectful woman who had no business being on his ship”.

So you had bunkered down, a permanent scowl on your face as the other shipmates gave you hungry looks. At least if you survived taking this shorter route you would be home sooner, meaning no more sleeping while clutching a knife under you pillow. You had no other choice but to accept your companions, since no other ships would accept a female adventurer. You wished that the Kraken would come up and swallow them all whole.

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Wings (Castiel x Reader)





SUMMARY: Turns out not everyone can see an angels wings

I was sitting on a cheap motel bed, laptop in my lap and a cold cup of coffee next to me, researching a case while Sam and Dean were out. Of course, I was not allowed to them. As much as I protested and whined about it I was stuck on research duty.

Sure, Sam and Dean had good reason to keep me out of the real hunting as I was very inexperienced, having only dealt with a few ghosts, a couple vampires and a witch, but surely the only way I’d get better was to actually get my hands dirty, right?

I’d been part of the Winchester group for a few years now, after helping them on a tricky case with Bobby. After a few months of helping the brothers, they decided it’d be a good idea to bring me along permanently. I didn’t mind being on the road all the time, it was fun. An adventure. Something a small town girl like me rarely gets.

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Daddy's Girl Pt2

Daddy’s Girl: Part 2

Daryl/Rick x Negan!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: kind of angst, mentions of death

Imagine: The Alecandrians take you as leverage against Negan.

“Com'on.” He held out his hand as he nudged his head for you to get up. “Lets go take a walk.” Rick encouraged with a low tone.

“I’m not supposed to go out after dark, the dead are more dangerous then.” You unsurely responded with pursed lips and fidgeting hands.

Rick hung his head slightly in a motion of irritating and defeat. You were so young and had your heart set on listening to what Negan had told you, just as any little girl would listen to their parents. And just like any little girl, you didn’t want to break the word you gave him.

“If you ever feel worried or scared, look at the stars.” Carl chimed in, hands held together over his knees while he sat back against the wall. “You scared of anything?”

Your tiny teeth bit down on your bottom lip, almost afraid to speak anymore. There was fear in you, but not the type of fear that made you scared. It made you petrified.

“Lets go look at the stars.” Rick once again nudged his head and held out his hand. “Daryl can come too.” He suggested, knowing that you felt some sort of comfort in him.

Instantly, Daryl shot him a silent eye look of “really?”, but he reluctantly took your hand and helped you stand up to guide you outside.

Both he and Rick sat on the porch, watching as your curious hands felt the wooden railing and wandering eyes looked into the beautiful sky.

“Y/n,” Rick began to speak with a sigh, only to be cut off by your tiny voice. Barley heard by anybody who wasn’t close.

“I am scared.” You admitted with a chest that rose and fell a bit heavier with each breath.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Rick proceeded to ask, being cautious of his questions and being fully prepared to fluff his answer to anything you asked. Negan was your hero, your knight and shinning armor, he wasn’t going to break that image for you.

“You’re protecting your family, just like my family protects me. Right?” Turning your head from the stars, you glanced over your shoulder to look the leader in his eyes.

“X'actly.” Daryl replied, realizing how choked up Rick was becoming with only a nod for an answer.

“And you’re gonna use me to make a deal with him?” You inquired, taking a few steps towards the railing across from the bench where the men sat.

There was a long thing silence that seemed to last an eternity. Your question burned through their lungs as they realized how well aware of the situation you were.

“You make deals right?” Tiny feet walked up to Rick and sat down in front of him, crossing your legs as he nodded once again. “Make a deal with me.”

You didn’t ask him, you told him. Practically begged him with your head held high and your eyes sparking with determination. You were your father’s daughter, only much more innocent and pure.

“You’re safe here.” He insured, motioning his hand a little to emphasize his words. “You’re as safe here as you are with your family, and as long as you’re here with us, I’m protecting you.”

His blue eyes locked onto yours, trying to read your thoughts. But all he saw was a reflection of love and dedication, pure intentions and a clean true heart.

“I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be on my best behavior.” You also insured your own promise, nodding your head a few times quickly and holding down a small lump in your throat.

“Just promise me that I’ll see my Daddy again, and I’ll do anything you want.” Tiny breaths became more deep and filled your lungs with more air and the threat of tears.

“I’ll even change Judith’s diaper, just promise me I’ll see him again.” Still tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Even as your voice broke while you finished your sentence. “Alive.”

That one word, that one simple word hit Rick like a boulder into his heart. You were afraid, you were practically paralyzed with internal fear, and your next words only confirmed his thoughts.

“I am afraid. I’m afraid I’ll never see him again.” Your voice cracked like the sound of both of the men’s hearts. The tears were no longer at bay and came flooding through like a dam.

“So promise me…please.” With a strong swallow you gathered up your determination and strength again, puffing your chest out with a deep breath and once again holding your head high.

Daryl had closed his eyes a long time ago, not to sleep, but because he couldn’t bare to see the sight of a broken child begging and pleading for her father’s life. This was different. You weren’t Negan. You were you.

“I promise.” Rick responded, sniffling slightly as he nodded again and turned his head to the side to hide his tears as he wiped them away quickly.

“Pinky swear.” You grabbed his hand, stopping him from standing up as he prepared to head back inside. “Simon says you can’t break a pinky swear.”

On an unexpected cue, both men held out their pinkies, linking them with one of yours each.

“Promise kid.” Daryl spoke with his normal thick accented voice, only he didn’t expect your response.

Hands clung around his neck in a hug as your face buried itself into his shirt. He was so unsure of what to do, so he did the only thing that seemed right. He picked you up, and carried you off upstairs where he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. Not even for a minute.

Not All Roads Lead Home

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Angst

A/N: I pulled this from an incredibly personal place. I admit it was a struggle to write that included having to stop and take deep breaths at times. It left me drained and not being able to even come up with a summary for which I apologize. It was something I desperately needed to write and I am happy to be able to have this out. I hope you enjoy it.

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Falling (Part 3)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Reader x Trent Seven

Summary: After the encounter with Pete and Trent, you needed time to yourself and decided to go to bed early. Until someone woke you up from your sleep.

A/N: I thank you for staying with me and reading this Story.

You can find my other writings here: Masterlist

You got woken up in the middle of the night. There was a soft and steady knocking at the door. You got out of the bed and wander out into the entrance area of your tiny apartment.

“Who’s that?” You called out, still sleepy but you’re on the alert.

“It’s me, Trent.” He said on the other side of the door.

You opened up the door to let Trent in.

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Joker Imagine - Project 6277 PART 9

A/N: Sorry for the long long loooong wait

Part 8 here *click me*

Originally posted by thebreakofdawn

Originally posted by teenager-very-lost

Joker’s P.O.V.

Just kill her’ ‘she’s only a normal girl!’ ‘it’ll be over quickly’ The voices told me. I clenched my jaw angrily and tried to push them away. My head was a mine field, no one wanted to enter it. It’s like I was in a tiny room with ten televisions on with full volume, all playing a different loud movie. Ever since Y/N got here, the voices got ruder. I knew why, but I was forced to ignore them.

We ate the pizza and then Y/N fell asleep. I didn’t even bother to wake her up, because she seemed exhausted. The poor girl was terrified, but then she kissed me. A smile appeared on my face and I chuckled by myself. At first I thought she could just be a fun little project, more like bait to catch Batman, but then something changed my mind. I wasn’t the type of person who was loved, or even cared about. I didn’t love, I didn’t care about anyone.

Until now. There was something in Y/N that made me not want to kill her. She was different, special in her own way. I felt like she could go crazy if I tried hard. That’s what I’d need from her. The acid and shock therapy would be extra, just to make the bait worse. But then I started thinking..was it necessary? Could I make her more like me without making her go through all that shit?

I groaned and then looked down at Y/N. She was slumbering peacefully on her bed, her arm around my torso and in her sleep she had nuzzled closer to me. I sat on the bed, leaning against the bedpost and I got lost in my thoughts. There was an empty pizza box on the floor along with clothes. It was late at night and I knew I could be with my goons, planning a heist, but for tonight they could survive with Frost stepping up for me.

I had other plans.

I slowly moved away from Y/N and stood up. She didn’t wake up. Instead she grabbed a pillow and hugged it like she had hugged me. I put the blanket on her and tried to make it okay. To be honest I wasn’t sure what to do, so I left the room before I did something wrong. Although I treated this girl differently didn’t make me a super man. I had no idea how to treat people with care. I guess I’d have to learn that. She could be my weakness since I felt like I couldn’t hurt her, but I’d find a way to make it a strength.

I walked through the penthouse until I got into my office. The curtains were pulled aside and I saw the large windows there. I saw such a huge part of Gotham city, but no end of the city. It was so big. Oh Gotham. ‘’Batsy you son of a bitch where could you be?’’ I muttered by myself and looked outside. Buildings were everywhere and lights were on even tho it was probably 3 or 4 a.m.. This city never slept. It was full of crime and action, but it still drew people here. I guess Gotham had it’s own spell.

But somewhere in this city was my worst enemy, but also my good pal Batman. I wonder if Y/N had any clue that the reason I needed her in the first place was Batman. I wanted to make her go nuts, totally crazy and cold-blooded. I wanted to show Batman what I could do to people. I wanted to play with Batman, making Y/N the perfect bait. But now I didn’t want that. My original plan included me killing her, but I knew now that I couldn’t do that. Although I had killed a countless amount of people, I was sure I couldn’t just pull the trigger towards her.

Damn girl. She was such a pain in the ass, but at the same time I had a feeling she’d be one of my greatest fails. Yes I admit I had failed, because I had to change my plan so much. But not all fails were bad. What if I was wrong about this feeling? I sighed and ignored the voices again. They wanted her dead.

‘’Shut up’’ I growled darkly and tilted my head a little bit. 

’You shut up’ ‘You’re weak J, you can’t feel pity’ ‘your heart is dead, it won’t beat for a girl’ They screamed at me again. I tried to calm down, but knowing me and my anger problems that didn’t work. I turned around to my desk and grabbed all the papers, pens, the computer, everything and threw the stuff on the floor. Everything flew around, scattering all around the desk. I heard glass breaking, papers hitting the floor and so much more. Then it grew silent.

‘’Fuck’’ I hissed and pushed my desk so it flew on it’s side. I kicked the things in anger until I sat down in the middle of the mess with my hands in my hair. I shut my eyes and tried my best to stay  in one place. Not too long later I was doing a rocking movement and I was mumbling shit by myself. I wanted the damn voices to shut up for one minute. Just one minute-

There was a small knock on my office door. I froze on the spot and growled angrily. I couldn’t control myself. Then the door opened. I grabbed a gun nearby and loaded it, pointing at whoever dared to come in. As the lights stopped blinding me, I saw a woman there. It was Y/N. She didn’t move, probably because she saw the gun. My head was telling me to shoot her, get rid of her and just take another girl to mess with. But another part of me told me not to shoot her.

Y/N’s face was full of worry and shock. I probably looked both angry and amused at the same time. ‘’You’re really one of a kind’’ I giggled and slowly lowered my gun. Y/N had no idea what was going on. ‘’Are you okay?’’ She dared to ask me. Damn this girl had guts. Even Frost would be careful if he saw me like this. ‘’You’re driving me crazy!’’ I cheered and threw my hands in the air. The truth was that I was crazy before her, but she was doing something different.

When did I go wrong with my plan?

‘’J what happened?’’ She questioned me with a soft voice. She seemed less scared now. Y/N walked closer to me, careful not to step on broken glass or anything sharp. I watched her step until she was in front of me. Y/N wasn’t wearing much. I moved my eyes from her feet to her face. She kneeled down next to me and looked deep into my eyes. Why wasn’t she afraid of me? I was a little angry because I didn’t feel like I was controlling her, but another part of me didn’t mind.

‘’You know since I’m probably going to stay here for a while..’’ Y/N started and then sat down. She scooted right next to me and I felt her hand on my shoulder. I clenched my jaw, but then seemed to relax a little bit. Yet I squeezed the handle of my beloved gun. ‘’..you can talk to me’’ She whispered soothingly. It’s like the tables had turned.  Funny how pizza made her so comfortable and less scared.

‘’I’ve talked to loads of people but all they did was bad’’ I started, having no clue whatsoever why I just told her that. Y/N sure was different, that was for sure. Then I thought about the so called doctors who tried to help me but fucked up and made me ‘worse’. Not my fault. 

‘’Usually professionals go by rules. We’re not like them, we can talk differently’’ Y/N explained, almost as if she had read my mind. I turned to face her. Her face was illuminated by the city lights that came through the window, making her really pretty. Her beauty could distract Batsy for sure. ‘’I was going to kill you, but I know that I can’t’’ I admitted, probably scaring her again, but she wanted the truth.

Y/N nodded and started rubbing my back. It was a little strange at first, but I liked it. The feeling reminded me of something. It was so warm, soothing. As I closed my eyes, I saw a flash and then I was in my memories, the last ones I still had. Of course they were the worst. A blurry face came closer to be with a bottle. I didn’t remember much, but I could never forget the shock I felt once years ago in my life. The blurred man had yelled something and then things turned black.

I opened my eyes and my smile faded. That poor memory always made me feel like I had to pour my anger out. I usually did so by hurting others..

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anonymous asked:

A character: Nesta

*cracks fingers* 

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them!!! | actual love of my life 

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: Her will. 10/10 can conquer entire continents with a glower level will. It’s inspiring. Also how much she cares? Just because she can’t quite put that into words doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel it. (And her sisters are both 100% aware of it. Even Feyre ‘I can be a bit of a dense potato when it comes to people’ Archeron gets it: ‘“But know that deep down, she is grateful, and perhaps does not possess the ability to say so. Yet the feeling—the heart—is there.”’ *cries into handkerchief for six years* 

worst quality: U can be a smidge too pragmatic at times child, makes people think you’re like…the opposite of who you are. 

ship them with: Cassian. Because like. Obvious reasons. My two strong, stubborn fierce hearts. I love you both. (And I feel like they’d….bring out the best in each other too. And they’re like 99% confirmed mates which is fun) 

Mor. Mesta is life people, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules. 
brotp them with: Elain!!!!! Obvious reasons. 

FEYRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Feyre and Nesta’s dynamic is fuck off fascinating (and is something I am passionate about…as you will know if you have followed me for more than two minutes) 

Rhys, actually. People keep assuming these two are automatically going to clash in ACOWAR but I’m not as certain. (I’m not saying that it’s not possible/even probable) but…the “That was why you painted the night sky” scene exists and I actually think…these two are more similar than people might realise. 

Lucien: give me snarky bickering and continual ‘everyone thinks we’re literally on the verge of murdering each other but we’re just fucking with them and it’s hilarious’ 
needs to stay away from: Tomas fucking Mandray -_- the negativity of small minded people

misc. thoughts: It’s time to voice some Unpopular Opinions. This is not what I think is going to happen in ACOWAR (we don’t do that over here, we suck at it) this is just….what I would prefer to happen even if it’s deeply unlikely. *clears throat. stages tiny drumroll for my underwhelming ‘going against fandom gradient’ thoughts* I don’t want Nesta to be trained as a badass warrior queen.

 That’s not who she is. That is never who she’s been. And I don’t want her story to just be a rehash of Feyre’s ACOMAF storyline but with different characters (Cass instead of Rhys for instance) I know, I know there are arguments for it, that she never helped before because she didn’t have Feyre’s physical skills and practical knowledge and in taking that from the Cauldron we can have some interestingness and growth and change and rebirth and blah blah blah. That’s fine. That’s probably what we’re going to get but….. 

I don’t know. I don’t like the idea for a start that a female character has to be able to physically fight someone/wield some kind of violent power for them to be ‘badass.’ And it just…I enjoy the dynamic between Feyre and Nesta, I enjoy the similarities but I also enjoy the differences and Nesta has always had other strengths. And I think it’s high time she’s allowed to actually put them to use and let them flourish. 

Feyre has used what she was given as a human to survive/grow since ACOTAR. It’s always been her practical abilities, her pragmatism, her logic, her determination, stubbornness and strength of will. She’s a survivor; she’s a fighter and she always has been. That’s Nesta’s stumbling block, it’s the biggest cause of friction between the two sisters: Feyre could do what Nesta couldn’t- in keeping them alive by hunting, she was demonstrating skills that Nesta didn’t and couldn’t attain for herself (and they both knew it) 

 The interesting thing about these two is that they really are two sides of the same coin. Nesta has Feyre’s same pragmatism, logic, determination, stubbornness and strength of will what she doesn’t have is her physical abilities. Nesta isn’t a fighter; Nesta is a tactician. Nesta uses her intelligence and her calculating mind to get ahead in the same way that Feyre uses her practical skills. (There are so many examples of this my favourite is still the one where she argues with the queens, and uses good solid logical and numbers to make her case for them helping) 

 (Consider for example: Nesta UtM; she would have struggled with the Middengard Wyrm task but on the other hand she’d probably never have had to face it since she’d have likely been able to answer Amarantha’s riddle in the way that Feyre just couldn’t) They’re so similar but so different at the same time (and since they patch each other’s weaknesses so well they’d be a fucking powerhouse if they decided to work together) 

I’d like this to come to the fore in ACOWAR. Because they’re at war. And more than warriors win wars - they need people like Nesta and I want her to be able to finally use that mind of hers, to find the value in the things that she has, the things she can do; not simply be jealous and bitter about the things that she can’t. 

Just like…please for the love of god give me strategist Nesta, okay. This was the girl who, in her early teenage years, had already devised a plan to see if she could force her father into action (maybe not…the best idea in the world since it sort of involved STARVING but she gets points for determination, ruthlessess and outside the box thinking) Nesta is good at this, Nesta is highly intelligent, she has a mind for figures, numbers and has already been shown to be able to consider large numbers of people in terms of logistics. “I have calculated the numbers.” JUST GIVE ME NESTA DOING WHAT NESTA ALREADY DOES OKAY. LET HER FIND VALUE IN WHAT SHE CAN DO. LET HER REALISE THAT SHE IS NOT A BURDEN, THAT SHE IS A GODDAMN ASSET THAT THEY NEED BECAUSE OF THAT BRAIN OF HERS LIKE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. 

And the nessian potential for this is literally off the charts okay? Like…Nesta studying Cassian’s maps, his troop movements, his battle plans…brow creasing she steps forwards and shifts a few things around then steps back and he just….stares at her like she’s the Mother herself come to ground because she’s just halved their march time and supply lines. Like…Battle!couple nessian is fun but scheming, tactical, battle planning nessian is even better tbh. And Cassian would listen to her okay and value her advice and her opinions in a way I’m pretty sure no other man ever has because nice little ladies don’t think about this stuff. EXCEPT NESTA DOES OKAY JUST GIVE IT TO ME. 

As a part shot, pls consider: “ I think I’d like to see what else is out there, what a woman might do with a fortune and a good name.”
No limits, I thought. There were no limits to what Nesta might do, what she might make of herself once she found a place to call her own. I prayed I would be lucky enough to someday see it.” 

Nesta is made to build, Nesta is made to rule, Nesta is made to plan and dream and rise. She can be so much more than another powerful fighter/warrio.. And I want it. I want it all. 

Right. Rant concluded. I talked too much. It happens. I’m not sorry. 

ultravanityglamme  asked:

can you do a yousana fanfic, where sana lost all her friends (thanks to sara smh) and it's been two weeks. Her mum was concerned and told Elias to take her to the beach. Elias' friends tag along too. While they play volleyball, Sana sits away from and watches the waves while contemplating about everything. But, yousef joins, and they have their first conversation after the kiss and the misconceptions about him and noora, Sorry i'm rambling. convo could be fluff angst maybe? Thnx

“You okay?”

Yousef’s voice was careful and quiet, but it still managed to surprise Sana. She was laying down on the blanket placed on the sand, her eyes closed from the bright sun. The only thing she had really been focusing on was the calming sound of the waves, and for a few, clear minutes she had been fine, her head empty of her own thoughts. A few, beautiful moments of complete oblivion not ruined by reality.

The girl scoffed at the older boy, shrugging. “I’m fine, thanks.”

Yousef raised his eyebrow, slowly sitting down next to the girl, placing his gaze on the sea and the waves that kept hitting the rocks in a peaceful manner. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to figure out what to say to the girl - did Sana want him to say anything, really? Or was she just waiting for him to leave her alone?

Before Yousef had time to consider his words, they escaped his lips: “No, you’re not.”

The words had immediate effect on Sana: she looked at the boy for the first time during their conversation, her expression shadowed by a frown that nearly made Yousef flinch with fear. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is,” Yousef confirmed, his voice nearly playful with humorous certainty. “And I know why.”

Sana scoffed again, turning her gaze back to the waves hitting the waterline, focusing on the movement. She hoped she could tune out her thoughts again, she was praying for some sort of blissful silence in her head, because at the moment her thoughts were louder than she could bear.

“I’m sorry, Sana,” Yousef said under his breath, looking at the girl even though she wasn’t looking at him. Sana didn’t react, she didn’t turn her head to face him, she didn’t even blink. All she did was stare at the waves, drowning her thoughts in the white noise of the sea - but she heard him. If there was someone’s voice Sana could never truly stop from haunting her, it was Yousef’s.

Yousef sighed. “I fucked up, and you know that. And I’m so fucking sorry for everything, because I’ve never felt worse than I did after the party. Noora kissed me, but I went along with it and I just… It felt wrong. I wanted to feel that with someone, but it was not Noora that I wanted.”

The words were like tiny little electric shocks in Sana’s chest, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore them. It was like hell trying to ignore Yousef when he was looking at her like that, pleading for her forgiveness. So, Sana looked at him, and Yousef’s eyes light up with a tiny glimmer of joy when she did.

“What do you mean it wasn’t Noora you wanted?” Sana asked, her voice breaking at the end of her question. Yousef bit his lip, looking at the girl beside him, trying to fathom the words inside his head into an order that would explain his thoughts, his feelings and everything else that was just too fucking messy in his head.

“I had this weird feeling for a long time, you know? Like something was a bit off; like something had just like fucking shifted my entire world, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. And I tried to ignore it, but it just kept haunting me. And when Noora kissed me, I was hoping that she’d be the explanation for the feeling - that if I kissed her back, everything would make sense and the feeling would stop. But as soon as I did, everything just got so much more fucked up.”

Sana looked at Yousef, her curiosity peaking. “What was the feeling, then?”

Yousef chuckled in a nervous way, and for a moment he just breathed in and out, until he turned to face the younger girl. His eyes settled on hers, his voice soft when he answered: “I think it’s you. Fucking hell, it’s always been you.“

Teach Me (Part 1/7)

Summary: Bucky seeks out your help for drawing lessons…even though he already knows how to

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 786

A/N: This is just a shit ton of fluff and it’s mostly in Bucky’s Point of View. I needed a little break from Sweetheart, that shit’s hard! BUT there will be an update sometime this week!

“How the hell do I talk to her?”  I whispered harshly to Sam who was sitting beside me, I hate to admit it but I was using him as a sort of shield between me and Y/N

“Who? Y/N?” He asked loudly, him and his stupid fucking face, but luck was on my side today because she didn’t seem to hear him.

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theworldasweknowit16  asked:

Will you please me a funny story? I got dumped yesterday, and I think a story will make me feel better

oh man. listen, @theworldasweknowit16​ first of all, as evidenced by the fact that i am only answering this now, i hope that someone way funnier and WAY better at managing their inbox was able to make you laugh when you needed it. hopefully by this point you don’t even need dumb, tardy ol’ molls ofgeo who has turned up to her own comedy special 25 minutes late with a box of donuts and gets belligerent with the audience when they don’t appreciate her turning all the lights off and making them watch all 8 episodes of the blue planet, consecutively.

  • “THIS WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!!!! SHUT UP AND LET DAVID ATTENBOROUGH TALK!!!!“ - me, almost certainly getting fired and definitely not getting any royalties

anyway, the point is, i’m very sorry that your relationship ended. that sucks, buddy. for what it’s worth, i think there are bigger things out there for you. single or doubled up, i think you’re gonna be amazing. 

ANYWAY, i don’t have any funny, like, ~breakup stories~ because although i know this will come as a shock to all of you, since i am incredibly charming and not at all neurotic, i haven’t had that many relationships that were serious enough that somebody needed to like, Officially End them??

that being said, i have seen destruction in my time, so this story is about the time @urgirlmontana and i walked in on a robbery-in-progress and tried to buy some wine. 

so the thing you have to know about me is that fundamentally, to my core, the only thing i really want out of life is to never be gauche or rude, ever, ever. every single one of the mistakes that haunt my dreams are times where i blithely said or did something that violated a rule i didn’t know or maybe just forgot.

  • i live in constant fear of getting sent to the Principal’s Office of Life, where i imagine an old lady with all of the characteristics of a cat i once had (half an ear, a snaggletooth) makes me sit in detention highlighting all the parts of Emily Post that i don’t have memorized.

the other thing you have to know about me is that i really, really love wine.

luckily for me, there is a convenience store within a couple blocks of where i live that sells two of my favorite things: junk food and wine. and it’s not like i live in a bad part of chicago; like, chicago is chicago but i live in a pretty quiet neighborhood. i mean, i know the neighborhood dogs by name, you know what i’m saying? 

  • my favorite is named maggie she’s a black lab she loves me and if there was a god she would be mine. i mean–what?
  • haha.
  • just jokes.

my point here is i never think twice about leaving my house at night to pop to the store or go for a walk or go to this all-night diner place that is like, for sure gonna give me some kind of terrible disease but makes surprisingly good milkshakes. and i extra never think twice if i have someone with me! it’s the buddy system! nothing ever goes wrong when you use the buddy system.

literally the only child at that summer camp NOT destined to die in a terrible water-related accident. DID WE LEARN NOTHING FROM THE MANDATORY SCREENING OF THE BLUE PLANET?

so off we go to purchase our late-night booze & candy–my candy vice of choice at the time was a 3 Musketeers bar–and the short but brisk walk gave me just enough time to like, really get into the zone in terms of thinking about the food i was going to get. like you know when you’re preparing to buy candy and even thought you’re a grown ass adult who can spend however much you want to on whatever the hell you want to, there’s still that tiny voice in the back of your head that sounds like your mom that’s like you can get ONE of those ten candy bars in your hand

anyway, we get to the store and when we walk in there’s a guy standing right in front of the door. he’s got his arm extended and he’s holding on to another guy who is also standing in front of the door, and honestly, my first reaction was like, “rude??? this is an entryway and an exit??? move like 7 inches to stand in front of the cheese.”

  • except don’t stand in front of the cheese. i may want some of that later.

my second reaction was: wow, that dude is covered in blood.

now, you would THINK that at this point, my third thought would be something along the lines of, “ABORT ABORT ABORT,” but because of that thing where i never want to be rude to anybody, ever, i instead panicked about Blood Guy noticing me staring at him. so i averted my eyes and skittered past them pretending like i hadn’t noticed.


when we got to the back of the store where the wine was–and i would like to say, in our defense, nobody actually IN the store at ANY point was like, “don’t come in, we’re busy robbing this establishment,” or even, “if you’re going to be here you have to contribute.” they just sort of let us go to the back of the store and loudly debate what kind of wine we wanted. 

while montana read off labels and prices, i wandered up the candy aisle, thinking to myself that i was soooo great for letting that guy bleed without staring at him or making him uncomfortable. like, we’ve all bled profusely in convenience stores before, haven’t we? no need to make him feel uncomfortable.

“um,” montana said suddenly. 


she pointed. the entire front of the store looked like it had been the victim of the home alone kid. shelves were upended, that weird vat of soup i don’t trust was splashed everywhere, and the very sweet young man who works the register was standing kind of frozen behind the counter, alternating looking at Blood Guy and then back at us. 

nobody said anything. it was like all five of us realized at the same time that we had walked in and not noticed what was happening. but like!!! who eXPECTS A ROBBERY? nobody expects a robbery. that’s why they’re effective!!!!

“i don’t…think they’re going to let us buy wine,” said montana.

here’s the thing: how do you get out of a store that’s being robbed but doesn’t…seem interested in robbing you? well, i don’t know what Emily Post would tell you to do, but what we did was put the candy and wine back (IN THEIR PROPER PLACE, because we’re not assholes) and just……excused ourselves.

literally, we just walked back to the door, told everybody goodnight, and left. and like, they let us go? nobody stopped us? i’m pretty sure the sweet boy that mans the register said “have a nice night”? 

“so…….wanna go somewhere else?” i asked as a police car pulled up and two cops ran into the store. 

“sure,” montana said. “i could go for some pop tarts.”

crimsonguitar-blog  asked:

Hey bud! Here's another Bechloe prompt :) One where Chloe is a musical theater actress and Beca is a jazz pianist who at first dislike each other’s preferred genre but then they have(or maybe asked, or tasked to? Up to you :3) to perform a duet. Up to you what happens next ;)

One shot 16

Aubrey watches her best friend pace around the room nervously. “You know I don’t like her, why would you do this to me?” Aubrey lets out a sigh and gets up from her chair to make Chloe stop walking. “First of all please stop pacing, you are making me dizzy. Second, this can really help your career.” Chloe stops abruptly and turns around to glare and her best friend and manager. “Aubrey I will work with anyone but just not with that stuck up, abusive bitch Beca Mitchell.”

Aubrey rolls her eyes and shakes her head softly. “I have met Beca’s manager and he explained what happened. Beca is not as bad as she is portrayed in the magazines.” Chloe cuts the blond of with a sigh. “Why would Leila Manning lie about being hit? I’ve known her for years and she wouldn’t do that.” Aubrey wants to object but Chloe’s too fast. “Don’t even try to defend her Aubrey because you know I won’t listen.”

The two women stay quiet for a few moments, neither looking at the other. “I’ll do it but the second she goes overboard I’m out and I couldn’t care less what it does to my career.” Aubrey nods slowly. She knows Chloe for as long as she can remember so she also knows that her best friend had a huge crush on the petite brunette for a long time. At least until the rumor came out that she had hit her ex-girlfriend Leila while they were dating. There was no proof whatsoever but Chloe’s heart had shattered.

The two had never met but Beca was dating Leila and Chloe is very close with Leila and had worked with her before. She had been extremely jealous of the tall blonde when she announced that she was dating the pianist. She was very close to meeting her until she backed out because her friendship with Leila was more important than some stupid crush but Aubrey saw how much it hurt the redhead. That’s why she never met Beca. Aubrey had and knows that Leila is lying but Chloe would only believe it if she would look into Beca’s eyes while she told her herself.

“I’ll set up a first meeting with Beca and her manager for tomorrow morning.” Chloe lets out a long sigh. “Fine but I’m not going to pretend I’m happy about it. If she doesn’t want to work with me then we’ll leave and never look back.” Aubrey just wants to scream from frustration but holds it in. “Sure but I want you to at least be at your best behavior.” Chloe looks up and sees that it’s no use to argue because Aubrey went into manager mode and no one could win that fight.


“So, Aubrey just called and they’ll be in tomorrow morning. Don’t be late.” Beca lets out a grunt but shakes her head. “And why do I have to do this?” Jesse plops down on the only couch in the office and looks at his best friend. “Because you want to write more music and Chloe is willing to give you a chance.” Beca scoffs. “Why the fuck would she even agree? He best friend is… You know…” Jesse’s bright smile falters and turns into a sympathetic one instead.

“Everything written in that article is a lie. Only an idiot would actually believe any of it.” Beca lets her head rest on her arms on top of her desk. “They always believe the ‘victim’ Jesse. She knew that, that’s why she did it.” Jesse gets up and walks over to the desk where Beca is moping. “But why would she do it in the first place?” Beca looks up and cracks her neck in process. “She found my old journal and read it, I was pissed that she went through my stuff so I broke up with her.”

What Jesse didn’t have to know is that she had written about Chloe in there because it was her crush for a very long time but she never told anyone. Because why would someone like Chloe be interested in someone like… well her. “I can’t believe she did that.” Jesse shakes his head. Beca’s entire past is written in those journals and no one knows any of it. He knew about it because he had know her during that time. Opening up is very difficult for the brunette and any chance she does he takes it no questions asked.

“Do you want to get some drinks?” Jesse asks knowing that Beca might want to use one. “Dude, I’ve been sober for 3 years. I’m not going to start now.” Jesse slowly nods his head. Sometimes he forgets how much Beca’s past has changed her. He slowly makes his way to the little cabinet in the corner and opens it. The bottle of whiskey Beca had placed in there one year ago still hasn’t been opened. She only put it there in case a client wanted to have something stronger than coffee.

“I’m proud of you, did you know that?” Beca laughs softly. “Well I made a decision and a promise and I’m not planning to break that promise.” Beca gets up and walks over to the cabinet and points at the picture that Jesse somehow  missed. “Every time I have an urge I will open it and see the picture, it stops me from making a bad decision.” Jesse takes a breath and closes the cabinet again. “If you do decide to ever have a drink let me know. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

“Get out you nerd.” Beca pushes Jesse towards the door with a laugh. “I’m just saying Mitchell… so you’re staying here tonight?” Beca nods. “Yeah, if I go home I’ll probably oversleep and here I can work on some new stuff in peace.” Jesse smile and leaves the office with a wave of his hand. Arguing with the brunette would never end well so he just leaves it be. Whenever Beca would be ready she would talk to him.


*Phone Call*

Leila: “Are you crazy? That woman is nuts, you can’t work with her.”

Chloe: “Tell that to Aubrey, she set this thing up. I’m just hoping that she backs out today.”

Leila: “Don’t let her scare you, and don’t get too close. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

Chloe: “Aubrey will be there at all times.”

Leila: “Yes until you’re working alone and she attacks you…”

Chloe: “I made Aubrey promise me that there would always be a third person in the room at all times.”

Leila: “Good…good. Well I have to go now, I have uhm something to do?”

Chloe: “Ok? I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

Leila: “Bye girlfriend!”

*End Phone Call*

Chloe stares at her phone with a frown. Leila has been acting really strange lately and right now her gut was telling her something is really off. Or maybe it’s just the nerves of meeting Beca Mitchell for the first time. As much as she hated her she secretly still admired her work. But the way Leila was talking about her wasn’t like she was afraid of her. Beca wouldn’t just attack anyone, right?

“Hey Chlo, are you ready?” The redhead jumps up when Aubrey sneaks up to her. “Shit Aubrey how long have you been there?” The blonde snickers and rolls her eyes. “Long enough to see you jump, now come on we have a meeting to get too.” Chloe follows her manager inside with doubt eating at her. What if Aubrey is right and Beca didn’t do anything? And what if Leila did really lie to her. Why would she do that?

“Ah Aubrey Posen. On time like always.” A tall, pretty handsome man walks up to us with a huge smile. “Jesse Swanson, we meet again.” The two hug and Chloe shoots the a weird look. “Chloe Beale, huge fan.” The tall guy starches out his hand and Chloe gladly accepts. “Beca is waiting for us in her office.” He points at a door and lets the two women go first. Aubrey knock and the hear a soft ‘come in’.

Jesse stops Aubrey from opening the door and does it himself so he can make sure Beca will behave. “Beca, misses Beale has arrived.” Jesse announces before stepping aside so the women could go inside. “Misses Posen.” The brunette says holding out her hand for Aubrey to shake. “Misses Beale.” When Beca turns around to face Chloe her breathing actually stops for a moment.  Chloe was even more beautiful than any of the pictures she had ever seen.

Beca quickly snaps out of it and shakes hands with the redhead before pointing at the seats in front of the desk. “Please take a seat, would you like some coffee? Or tea maybe?” The two women nod their heads. “Some coffee would be perfect thank you.” Beca smiles awkwardly at the blonde before turning to speak to Jesse but he’s already on it before she can react.

“I don’t want to keep you longer than strictly necessary because I assume you have other projects to attend to?” Chloe watches in surprise. The woman she thought was the devil’s sister seemed… sincere? But she won’t let herself get distracted. “Thank you for your concern.” Beca’s lips curl up into a tiny smile but just as quick as it came it disappeared.

“Jesse mentioned that you wanted to write an original song? My  question though is, why choose me if there are many others who can do the same thing?” Chloe detects something in the brunette’s voice and it isn’t anger or spite it’s… uncertainty? “There are miss Mitchell but you have a more qualified resume. You have helped others find their sound without forcing your own hand on them…” Aubrey freezes when she realizes what she just said. “Miss Mitchell I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to…”

Beca cuts Aubrey off with a small but sad sigh. “It’s alright miss Posen, I read the tabloids too. Even though miss Beale clearly doesn’t want to work with me because of what her dear friend accused me off I still believe I could help her. Jesse will set up a contract with you if you still want but I’m also giving you an out.”

Chloe raises her brow while crossing her arms. “What out?” Beca leans back into her chair and looks directly at the redhead. “If you do decide to sign the contract and if at any time you don’t feel comfortable working with me or simply don’t like the way I work we can terminate it and no harm will be done. The work we might have made at that time will be yours and I won’t look back at it and all rights go to you.”

“What’s the catch?” Beca takes a breath  and slight leans forward. “There is no catch miss Beale. Whether you want to work with me is all up to you. I can see in your eyes that you’re uncomfortable and don’t trust me and that’s fine. You want to be loyal to your best friend and that’s perfectly understandable. All I’m asking is one day of your time to work with me if you don’t want to resumes afterwards that’s fine by me.”

Beca’s voice cracks a little at the end of her sentence and tries to cover it up with a cough. Sorry, I have a dry throat.” Chloe looks at Aubrey is staring right back at her. “Miss Mitchell could I have a moment with miss Beale?” Beca gets up. “Of course, while you talk I’ll go see if the coffee is ready.” The two women follow the brunette with their eyes until the door shuts behind her.

“What should I do?” Chloe lets out a groan and her head falls into her hands. “That’s up to you sweetie but if you let me ask you one thing.” Chloe slightly lifts her head to look at Aubrey. “Do you really think she’s capable of hurting anyone?” Chloe shrugs. “I don’t know, Leila told me Beca was drunk and got angry.” Aubrey squints her eyes. “Are you sure that’s what she said?” Chloe nods.

“Chlo listen to me. Work with her one day, if you don’t like it or she really freaks you out you call me and we get out.” The redhead thinks about it but nods in agreement. “Fine but only one day.”

Beca knocks on the door before walking into her own office. “There is a slight problem with the coffee maker so Jesse asked me to ask you your orders, he is going to the coffee shop down the street.” Aubrey gently smiles. “A latte for me.” Chloe takes a moment longer to decide and an adorable frown forms on her face. “I swear Posen if you judge I’ll fire you.” The blonde throws up her hands in defense. “A caramel latte with extra milk and sugar.”

“I’ll send Jesse right on it.” Jesse sneaks up on Beca. “I got it.” Beca lets out a dampened shriek while Chloe tries to hide her laughter. “Get out you weirdo.” Beca punches Jesse in the arm with a laugh. “Watch it Mitchell or your order will come in wrong.” Even though Beca is much shorter than Jesse she manages to ruffle his hair. “Whatever you say big guy.”

Jesse finally leaves and Beca turns to the little audience watching the exchange. “I’m sorry about that. Uhm should I come back in a bit or have you made your decision?” Chloe notices that Beca gets a tiny bit nervous but tries to brush it off. “Before I sign the contract I would like to work with you for one day only. If it doesn’t work out neither of us will mention this again.” Beca nods her head. “Perfect, when can you start?”

“Tomorrow, or is that a problem?” Beca shakes her head. “No, no problem at all. We will be working here.” Beca points at her extremely large office. There’s a desk and a couch but and a royal piano and a little door leading to a bathroom. “Sounds good to me.”

“Great, when Jesse comes back we can work out the details while having our delayed coffee.”


The next day Beca is waiting in her office. Chloe would be arriving any moment so she double checks if everything is ready so they can start. She tuned the piano last night, sheet paper was ready to be used, pencils sharpened and coffee to start the day fresh.

A knock on the door catches her attention and shouts come in to whoever is behind it. A flash of red catches her eye and it makes her get up from her seat. “Miss Beale, welcome back.” Beca holds out her hand which Chloe accepts with a soft smile. A genuine smile which surprises Beca to say the least.

“Uhm, so I was thinking we could sing through a few songs to warm up your voice?” The brunette points at the piano where everything is set up. “Do you have any preference of what we should sing?” Beca asks avoiding Chloe’s gaze and sitting down behind the piano. “No, whatever you choose will be fine.” Beca nods and points at some sheet music ready to be played.

“I was thinking since you are a Broadway  star we could start with some Wicked? If you’re up to it of course.” Chloe does her best to hide her blush while walking over. This isn’t the monster Leila or the media described, this is a sweet caring person who makes sure she feels comfortable. Chloe thinks to herself.

“Wicked is totes fine.” Beca cocks her head to the right. “Did you just say totes?” A little laugh escapes the brunette. “I did, do we have a problem with that?” Beca throws up her hands in defense. “No, it’s … different.” Beca says staring a bit too long at the redhead.

“Anyway, do I count in or are you ok?” Chloe just nods so Beca counts from 1 to 3 and starts playing the music. When Chloe starts singing Beca face does something weird. It actually showed a smile, a genuine smile which doesn’t happen often or actually is never happened.

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I’m through with playing by the rules
Of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!

When the last note is played it stays quiet for a moment. Chloe had never felt so great with anyone accompanying her and Beca well she is just mesmerized. But she quickly snaps out of it and circles some things in the score and underlines others. “What are you doing?” Chloe asks watching the brunette do her thing. “Well uhm you see… In these three places you were a little flat and because of your breathing here and here you lose power in your voice.”

Chloe’s eyes widen. Part of her wants to be angry for being told what to do but in the other side she is impressed by the pianist’s amazing hearing. “How would you know?” But of course pride always stands in the way. “I have worked with many singers and they make the same mistakes. I didn’t meant to offend you.” Chloe takes a breath. “Alright if you think you can improve me then help me out.”

The next few hours Beca helps Chloe through the breathing problems and when they get fixed most of the intonation goes perfect. “Alright is you keep this up and don’t fear this note you’ll do just great.” Beca smiles at the redhead and a content sigh comes from her lips. “What about a little break?” Chloe quickly agrees and sees a big thermos standing in the corner.

“Please tell me that’s coffee?” Beca nods. “Yeah, it’s all yours.” Chloe all but runs to it and pours herself a cup. When the smell hits her she recognizes it immediately. “Wait, is this …. caramel?” Chloe’s jaw drops in amazement and quickly takes a sip. “It is, you mentioned it yesterday and I thought I’d get you some.” Beca says this while opening a bottle of water.

“So what did you want to write a song about?” Beca asks the redhead while taking her seat again behind the piano. “I haven’t really thought of that.” Beca shrugs “Ok no problem, do you have a melody?” Chloe shakes her head. “A chord?” again a no. “Ok do you mind me trying something and you tell me what you think?” This time Chloe nods. “Ok let’s see…” Chloe watches in awe as the brunette effortlessly invents a new tune in a matter of minutes.

“What do you think?” Chloe completely zoned out and barely heard the melody and of course Beca noticed. “You know if you’re bored you don’t have to be here?” Chloe looks down at her with and angry expression. “I’m not bored and I was fine until you opened your mouth.” Beca just scoffs. “You know whatever. I’ll write down the melody and you do whatever you want with it.” Beca takes a pencil and starts writing.

“I don’t want your stupid melody.” Beca gets up from her seat holding the pencil tight. “I’m trying to be nice but you’re making it damn hard Beale.” Now it’s Chloe’s turn to scoff. “Oh so now you’re being ‘nice’ to me? You’re the one that hit Leila you bitch.” Chloe regretted her choice of words the second they came out. And the hurt expression on Beca’s face was not helping it.

Beca steps back until her back touches the wall. “If that’s what you really think of me without even knowing me or the truth for that matter you should go.” Chloe tries to take a step forward but the flinch that comes from the brunette makes her stop. “I should have never agreed to this after that stupid e-mail, I want you to get out and never come near me again.” Chloe is pretty confused about the e-mail part but she can see the hurt and anger in Beca’s eyes so she turns around to grab her stuff and leave.

The redhead grabs the doorknob and turns it but the door remains closed. She tries again but nothing. “Uhm Beca?” Chloe turns around to look at the brunette who at this point has tears in her eyes but chokes them down quickly. “The door is locked.” Beca lets out a sigh. “Can you step away from the door because I would want you to think that this bitch would hurt you, right?” Yeah that stung, really badly for Chloe.

Beca walks to the door and tries herself but again nothing happens. She goes to her desk and starts looking for something but she can’t find it. “Dammit Jesse…” Beca grabs her phone and dials Jesse number. “Of course it goes straight to voicemail…” Chloe just looks at the now frustrated brunette. “Can you call your manager? Maybe she can reach Jesse?” Chloe takes her phone and tries but she also gets voicemail.

“I guess we’re stuck here.” Chloe’s eyes widen. “What do you mean stuck?” Beca rolls her eyes in annoyance. “The door is locked and Jesse has my keys. The janitor isn’t here today because it’s a Sunday. We’re stuck here until someone opens the door.” Chloe groans loudly. “So what do we do?” Beca chuckles. “Do whatever you want but leave me alone, you said what you wanted to and I got the message.”

Beca turns around and goes back to the piano. They sit in silence for a while until Chloe can’t take it. “Is it ok if I take a nap on the couch?” At first there’s no reaction but then suddenly the brunette turns around and nods. “Sure, let me get you something first.” Beca walks to her desk and opens one of the drawers. “Hold this for a sec.” She hands Chloe a pillow and a warm, soft blanket. The brunette opens up the couch and steps back. “I sleep here more often than I sleep at home.” She says when she sees Chloe quirking an eyebrow up.

Beca goes back to the piano and places her fingers on the keys but doesn’t play. “Don’t mind me, if you want to play, play.” Beca takes a deep breath and starts playing a melody but stops abruptly, jumping up and running to her desk taking some papers and running back. Chloe watches her write something until she suddenly stops. They stay like that for what seems a very long time.

“Why did you send me that mail and then want to work with me?” Beca’s voice is soft and vulnerable, almost scared to know the answer. “I-I don’t know about what mail you’re talking about.” Beca slowly gets up and grabs her laptop showing the mail to Chloe. The things written in it shock Chloe beyond anything. She takes a closer look because she doesn’t remember writing it and then it clicks.

“That’s not my e-mail address, mine is with an underscore not a dot.” Beca rolls her eyes. “If you didn’t than who did? Yeah I thought so.” Beca places her laptop back on her desk and resumes her place at the piano once more. She starts playing the tune again and humming along with it. Chloe can’t contain herself so she slowly gets up and walks over to the brunette.

She sits down next to her reading what the brunette wrote so enthusiastically not so long ago.

Each time the wind blows
I hear your voice so
I call your name
Whispers at morning
Our love is dawning
Heaven’s glad you came

You know how I feel
This thing can’t go wrong
I’m so proud to say I love you
Your love’s got me high
I long to get by
This time is forever
Love is the answer

I hear your voice now
You are my choice now
The love you bring
Heaven’s in my heart
At your call
I hear harps
And angels sing

You know how I feel
This thing can’t go wrong
I can’t live my life without you

I just can’t hold on

I feel we belong
My life ain’t worth living
If I can’t be with you

I just can’t stop loving you
I just can’t stop loving you
And if I stop
Then tell me just what will I do

Cause I just can’t stop loving you

The last notes fade away and before either of them realizes what’s going on their lips meet in the most magical kiss they ever shared with anyone.

Beca’s eyes shoot opens and she pulls away from Chloe with a jolt and falls on the ground with a groan. “Are you alright?” Beca slowly registers Chloe’s voice and looks up to meet her eyes. “I-I’m sorry I-I shouldn’t have done that.” The brunette scrambles to her feet and starts pacing. Chloe manages to catch up some of the mumbling Beca mutters. “I’m an idiot… she’s straight… I’m gonna get killed… why?”

Chloe gets up and stops Beca from pacing any more. “You didn’t kiss me, I kissed you. I liked it and honestly if I would be drunk right now I would have definitely gone further.” Beca throws her eyes up to the ceiling. “Yeah if you were drunk I would not let you do anything and get you home so you could sleep it off.” Chloe burst out in laughter. “Oh sure because the big Beca Mitchell doesn’t drink.” Beca crosses her arms and just looks at the redhead.

When Chloe finally stops laughing and sees the serious expression on Beca’s face she straightens up. “And what did that mean?” Her tone is simple yet soothing for some reason. “Well Leila told me you were drunk when you hit her because you had a fight?” Beca growls in frustration. “That’s not what happened, I have been sober for 3 years now. I haven’t had a drink since… since my mom died.”

Beca walks past Chloe to the cabinet and opens it. “I put this bottle in here three year ago and never touched it. Every time I would have an urge I will look at this picture and be reminded of how my mom died. My dad was an alcoholic and when my mom finally divorced him when I was ten things started looking up. Three years ago I got a phone call telling me my mom was in a crash, a drunk driver hit her… the driver was my dad.”

Chloe takes the bottle and the picture from Beca and places them in their original spot before turning around and wrapping her arms around Beca’s neck and hugging her tight. Surprisingly the brunette didn’t flinch or pull away she just wrapped her own arms around the redhead’s waist. “I broke up with Leila because she read my journal. She got mad at me because I’ve had a crush on you.” Chloe breaks the hug to look Beca straight in the eyes in search of any type of lie but not finding anything.

“You had a crush on me?” It barely comes above a whisper but Beca catches it. “I still do actually.” A bright smile forms on Chloe’s face and leans forward to capture Beca’s lips, again. “I have a crush on you too.” She mumbles against Beca’s lips.

A rustling of keys turning a lock make the two women jump apart. “Are you guys alright?” Jesse walks in with Aubrey right behind him. “Yeah uhm we’re more than fine.” Chloe says smile at the woman beside her. “We saw that you called and when we called back and you didn’t answer we panicked.” Aubrey says in one long breath. “Relax Bree and you can say I told you so…” The blonde crosses her arms. “I knew something was off about Leila’s story, you have been sober for three years now right?” Beca nods.

“I remember reading an article where you mentioned it so it seemed strange.” Chloe nods. “Why don’t we all go out to dinner? It’s on me.” Beca says with a smile while taking Chloe’s hand. Aubrey and Jesse’s eyes shoot open but decide with mutual looks not to comment on it now, there’s more than enough time to tease their friends.

Daaaaaammmmmnnnn ok this was not exactly what I thought would happen… this is the longest one shot I’ve ever written (4773+ words) this is like 10 pages in word…



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A/N: This is a story I’ve been working in the background for awhile, and I never thought about publishing it (it was just something I wrote for funsies). But hey, sharing is caring, right? Anyways… this does have all my favorites in it (twenty one pilots, All Time Low, 1D: i.e. another reason I didn’t want to post). Here’s a little teaser though, lovelies! If a lot of you want the first chapter, I’ll post, if not, hey that’s cool, too! I’ll just keep it to myself! Enjoy!

Gif not mine!

Originally posted by confusedharrie

“Please Harry, you don’t have to be this way.” Her voices trembles. She sits on the bed in the corner, her tiny frame pressed against the wall. Not willingly, but out of fear. Harry is angry. His shoulders are hunched, and his jaw is clenched.

“Don’t tell me what to be!” His fist collides with the wall, a large dent outline all around of it. “Fuck you! Look what you made me do!” He fingers shoot towards her soft neck, wrapping around tightly and tugging her close. He can’t help that he’s blinded by his bipolar disorder. It transforms him from the sweetest human being to the one that is the very definition of evil itself: a cold-blooded killer.

Harry feels like it’s the only way to regain a little control be satisfying that demon inside him. He seems at ease. The hunger subsiding with each breath that slips from his grasp. Niall and Liam haven’t witnessed this irrational behavior because he hides it so well. Louis, however, is cracking under the pressure of fame. With the paparazzi hounding, nasty rumors, and obsessed fans, it’s all becoming too much so Harry’s demon lets him in on his little secret and now Louis has his own.

Is it possible to change two killers when their own worst enemy is themselves?

anonymous asked:

I do t know if you ask box is open if not sorry but could you do a Keith x a self conscious reader with freckles and at some point Keith tries to kiss all of them on your face to make you feel better and it's just really fluffy and precious PS I love your work and sorry again if your ask box isn't opened or if your busy... heh...

So sorry for your wait on this one, nonny! I have been suuuuper busy with work lately and haven’t really had much time to devote to the blog. Also, I think I might have taken my own twist on this ask, sorry if it’s a little different from what you were originally thinking but I hope it’s still something you enjoy! 

~ Snowy 

Keith x Reader - Freckles 

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I'm A Search And Rescue Officer For The US Forest Service, I Have Some Stories To Tell

by searchandrescuewoods.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 (Final)

One of the topics that I get asked about a lot, here and in real life, involve things like The Rake, the Wendigo, and other related legends. I can’t honestly say that I know a lot about any of them, but based on some light reading I did I can say that I’ve heard stories that seem to be loosely related to them. You’ve heard the old adage that legends like that come from somewhere, and I’m sure that’s true, but as you all know I do try to take things with a grain of salt. You have to, out here. It’s sort of like working in a hospital, I’d imagine. You could spend all day thinking about how many people have died there, and how there are probably ghosts, or whatever you want to call them, all over the place, but it doesn’t do you any good. It just makes it harder to do your job. I think a lot of us feel that way, and that’s why we try to just go about our work like everything is fine. Once you get paranoid, there’s not really any going back, and a lot of cadets quit because of it. My park especially seems to have a high turn-over rate because the cadets graduate and get so freaked out about everything, and they can’t seem to let it go. You have to learn to internalize things and shut off.

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fan-of-encouragement  asked:

God I need help b/c you know Levi probably didn't hear many nice words after his Mom died and he has trouble sleeping until Eren starts saying sweet things to him and soothes him to sleep and alskabkdk I HAVE SLAIN MYSELF WITH FEELS.

oOFOGOOFOG DDUDUDUUDE, u shouldnt have sent me this bc now i am crying as well ;______; i swear i didnt mean for this to happen but it did so yeah, have a drabble

It’s just past midnight, and as usual, Levi cannot sleep.

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