i made this at like 4 in th morning so sorry

The Calm Before a Storm (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie


Summary: Newt x reader - Newt is friends with reader, but when he meets a girl named Leta he seems to forget all about his closest friend.

Warnings: Some angst, little bit of fluff at the end.

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx

Words: 2,494

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It was your third year of Hogwarts when you had your first encounter with Newt.

You were sitting at your house’s table when you heard someone sit down next to you.

“Can I sit here?” they asked. 

You turned your head to the side to see a short boy with tousled brown hair and freckles sat next to you. He was wearing a Hufflepuff shirt and he looked distressed. As you were about to respond to him, you heard a couple of Slytherins yelling from their table.

“What a loser!”

“Haha, yeah! That kid will never be as smart as Theseus!”

You glanced at the boy sitting next to you and you could see the tears starting to gather in his eyes. Your heart really felt for this kid, even if you hadn’t met him before. Taking his hand, you gave him one glance before pulling him up from the table and walking out of the dining hall.

“W-where are we going?” he asked, slight tremors racking his voice. You could still hear the Slytherins yelling and laughing from where you were.

“You’ll see. I just don’t want you around those people anymore.”

You led him up to your house’s common room and sat him down on one of the couches. 

“I’m sorry, I never even asked for your name before I dragged you up here!” You gave out a small awkward laugh and shyly glanced towards him.

“Oh, my name’s Newt, Yours?”

“Y/N.”

And those were the good days. The rest of the year was spent being with Newt, studying with him, exploring with him, and creating many memories. You had even started to develop feelings for him. However, once you entered your sixth year of Hogwarts, everything went downhill. Things weren’t the same when a girl named Leta entered Newt’s life. 


You boarded the Hogwarts Express yet again, walking around in search of Newt. You looked around a little bit more and then recognized Newt in one of the train’s cabins. But, wait… He was with someone else. There was a girl sitting across from him. She had long, pretty black hair, and her porcelain skin was blemish free. She was gorgeous. Her and Newt were talking animatedly, smiling and laughing at what the other said. 

Racking up the nerve to go in and introduce yourself, you slid open the cabin door. Both Newt and the girl looked up at you in surprise. Newt’s eyes widened and a grin spread across his face.

“Y/N! I was waiting for you to arrive! Meet my new friend, Leta. And Leta, meet my best friend, Y/N. I’ve known her since my fourth year here in Hogwarts.” 

You glanced at Leta and smiled. She looked at you and smiled back. She seemed pretty nice. 

And that was the calm before the storm. Ever since that day, Leta has been attempting to make your life a living hell, slowly creating a distance between you and Newt so she could latch onto him. 

At first, everything seemed normal. But you soon started to notice that Newt was starting to ditch you more to be with Leta. She would try her best just to get Newt away from you, making up excuses that she’d need help to study or that she wanted to take notes on some of the animals Newt had found in the Forbidden Forest. There were no more late night hang outs with you and Newt, no more studying with Newt, and no more exploring with Newt. He would always be so gullible to believe in every word Leta said, leaving you in the dust.

Just like today. You had eaten breakfast with Newt and Leta today in the dining hall. Yesterday, Newt had promised to help you study for your Herbology test after breakfast today. As you were eating your food, you looked up at Newt to see him still talking to Leta. You had to ask him if he was still up for studying today.

You cleared your throat a little bit. Newt still didn’t look at you. 

“Newt.”

“Hey Newt.”

“Newt!”

Nothing, Leta looked at you a little strangely, smirked, and then turned back towards Newt. 

You then dropped your fork onto your plate, resonating a loud noise.

“Are you ok Y/N?” Newt finally looked up and decided to talk to you.

You were close to your boiling point now. Newt hadn’t talked to you in several days and he could barely take his eyes off of Leta just to talk to you. You felt betrayed, and a little heartbroken.

You sighed loudly. “Newt, I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now. Anyways, do you still think you can help me study for my herbology test?”

“Oh… about that.” Newt glanced at you and then at Leta.

“I-I can’t help you after breakfast because I promised Leta that I would go to the forest with her so we could look for some new creatures. But, when we come back I promise you I will help you study!”

You looked down at your plate in despair. You just wanted to spend some time with Newt after being thrown out the window so many times, yet now he can’t even help you study for a little bit. 

“Y/N?”

You stood up abruptly. “Nevermind, I’ll just go study on my own. Have fun.” Your voice was monotone, void of any emotion. At this point you just needed some time to really think about what your friendship with Newt really is now.

“Are you sure? Look, I’m really sorry, I promise I’ll come back and I’ll meet up with you at our meeting place at five tonight. Ok?”

You glanced back at Newt and Leta. Newt was staring at you with worry in his eyes, while Leta was looking at you with boredom. What else did you expect?

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” You then rushed out of the dining hall. You felt like crying, you wanted to give Newt another chance tonight. Maybe he’d actually show up this time.

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4:30

You started to gather all of your things from the library. You’d been studying all day just to take your mind off of your freckled face friend. Hopefully he’ll be on time today.

4:45

You arrived at the meeting place you and Newt had found a year back. It was an abandoned classroom that none of the teachers were using, so the both of you had figured that you might as well use it as a late night meeting place.

5:00

Nothing. Ok, well, the clock just struck five, he might just be a little late. You decide to wait a little longer.

5:30

Is there something wrong? Maybe one of the beasts that they found was being troublesome. Or maybe Leta was just holding them back a little bit. That wouldn’t be a surprise.

6:15

Ok. That’s it. You’ve given him enough time to return and yet he still wasn’t here.

You sighed angrily and packed up your things. As you left the abandoned classroom you could only think:

“Is it really that easy for him to forget me?”


The next day you woke up and went down to breakfast. You still hadn’t heard a single thing from Newt about his whereabouts last night, and strangely enough, he wasn’t at breakfast today. 

You sat down at your houses table next to a friend of yours.

“Have you seen Newt? I need to talk to him.”

Your friend turned towards you and looked at you quizzically. “Haven’t you heard? He’s in the nursery because he got all beaten up by a troll last night in the forest. Leta was talking about it all morning.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced over to look at the Slytherin table only to see Leta laughing and smiling about something her friend told her. 

What is wrong with her? Is she not at all worried about Newt? Did she even try to help Newt? There were no scratches or cuts on her whatsoever. You started to become so angry at Leta, but there was no point in starting a fight now. You needed to check on your best friend. 

You stood up abruptly from the bench and rushed out of the hall. Little did you know, Leta had seen you leave and already knew where you were heading. She also stood from her seat and began following you as you quickly walked to your destination.

You had almost made it to the nursery when that annoyingly shrill voice stopped you.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

Leta.

Inhaling sharply, you paused before swiftly turning around to glare at her. She looked as beautiful as ever, her hair put up into a braided hairstyle, her face held no blemishes whatsoever, and her robes were void of any wrinkles, the Slytherin emblem standing proudly on the crest of her heart.

“Why do you care?” you sneered.

“You know, you don’t deserve him. He doesn’t even like you, yet you’re still lovesick for him.”

This pompous little brat I swear to God-

You almost laughed at your thoughts, before throwing all of your hatred for her into one sentence. “At least I care for him, unlike a certain witch-bitch I know.”

You didn’t stay to see Leta’s reaction, although if you had, you would’ve seen her perfect face scrunch up in absolute anger. 

Walking away from Leta felt like the best thing you had done in a while. However, that feeling was soon shrouded by your worry for Newt. 

You walked into the nursery, gazing at several white beds before coming across the eyes of your best friend.

Newt was battered up. He had a wrap around his head, several cuts and bruises on his legs, arms, and even his face. His left eye was swollen shut and was colored in a dark shade of purple. He looked terrible. 

Your face soon contorted into one with worry, and you slowly walked over to Newt, almost as if you had to approach him like he would a wounded animal. 

“Hey… Newt.”

He winced before turning to you. His right eye widened and he attempted to smile, but it soon turned to a grimace as a shock of pain spasmed through his head like a lightning bolt. Seeing his reaction to the pain, you rushed over to him and sat on his bed, taking his hand in yours. You couldn’t help but feel a slight shock run through your hand and up your arm, leaving a tingling sensation in it’s wake. God, you missed this so much. You haven’t had a moment alone with Newt in what felt like years, and your heart sped up with the feelings you had been trying to hide for so long.

“Shhh… It’s ok. What happened?” You brushed away a stray hair that had fallen onto his face, then allowing your hand to gently rest on his cheek to reassure that you were there for him. Newt sighed and leaned into your touch.

His voice was hoarse and low when he replied. “Leta and I were exploring in the forest when a troll came trudging by. Everything just went downhill from there and all I remember is trying to get out of there in one piece.”

You could only imagine how scared he must’ve been. Thoughts of the frightened kid you had met in your third year that had soon became your best friend. “I’m sorry that happened, Newt. Do you know how long you have to be here for?”

“It shouldn’t be much longer. There are always healing spells I can use. Listen, have you seen Leta?”

And there she was again. Plaguing his mind. You slowly took your hand away from his cheek and looked away. “Yes, she was at breakfast this morning, why?” Newt’s brows furrowed at the loss of warmth from your hand.

“I haven’t seen her since the incident.”

Sighing, you looked down at your hands before looking up at Newt, annoyance showing clearly in your eyes. “I don’t know what else you’d expect from someone like her.”

You regretted the words immediately once they came out of your mouth. Why would you say that? Granted, it was time Newt realized how toxic she was and how she had been using him for homework and to get under your skin. However, the look on Newt’s face made you feel absolutely terrible. He looked so confused and lost in what you had just said.

“What do you mean, ‘someone like her’?” The annoyance in his voice stabbed at you.

“Newt, look. I understand you care deeply for her, but can’t you see she’s using you? She only asks for help for homework, she never wants you to hang out with me alone, and just recently she had tried to stop me from coming here to see you! I can’t let you allow her to hurt you anymore!” Your voice had begun to rise higher and higher nearing the end of your sentence and your breaths were heavy after all you had said.

Newt laid there, pondering and turning the words you had said over and over in his mind.

“Did she really try to stop you from coming here?”

You only nodded in response. He looked down and began to fiddle with his own hands. 

“I’m sorry I never realized before. I just thought she really cared for me. And she really seemed like my only friend for a long time.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “What do mean ‘your only friend’?” Your voice was soft. He couldn’t really think you would’ve abandoned him. Right?

Newt looked to the side, averting your seemingly harsh gaze. “Well, you just seemed to distance yourself from me after a while. I thought you didn’t want to be around me.”

You paused, thinking of all the times you had refused to go somewhere with Newt after hearing he had invited Leta to join him as well. You cringed, not only was Leta attempting to distance you from Newt, but you allowed it to happen. You lessened the amount of times you were with him only because she would be accompanying the two of you. And you had failed to realize that you may be hurting Newt too.

Taking his hand in yours, you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “I’m sorry I distanced myself from you. I just… couldn’t handle being around Leta after a while and I tried to avoid her as much as I can. I really care for you Newt, and I never intended for that to happen.”

Newt smiled. “I care for you too.”

He gently took your hands in his, pulling you down onto him. You gasped at the sudden contact with chest, however he only shushed you and began gently stroking your hair.

“Y/n, I care for you more than you think.”

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This is so sucky, mainly because it was the first draft I ever worked on and I just decided to pick it up again, so I’m sorry if it’s absolutely terrible!! 

please leave feedback and tell me what ya think.

ily <3

A Fairytale Ending

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: Could you do a Tyler storie/blurb thing where reader is his girlfriend and she is a singer on youtube, she gets a sponsorship from Disney for Beauty and The Beast and gets to record at one of the Castles at Disney world dressed in a Belle style dress and she has Tyler be her ‘Beast’/Dancing Partner for the music video and he proposes in at the end of it??

Summary: Fem!Reader is filming a Beauty and the Beast music video when boyfriend Tyler proposes and everyone cries :)

A/N: Hey y'all! Don’t know what it was about this fic that was really difficult for me to write? Anyway here it is! It’s based on the Ariana Grande and John Legend music video, just pretend there’s no John Legend lol. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1086, the hardest fics are always the longest why to heck

Requests are closed at the moment, sorry dudes!

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— danger ; shin hoseok 


Pairing: Mafia!Wonho x Reader
Words: 3.5k words
Genre: Angst, Mafia AU, slight violence and profanities ahead.
Νote: I came up with this all of a sudden. Please forgive any errors and I hope you enjoy!


Cigarettes, vodka, unending nights, bruises; that’s pretty much what describes Wonho.

Flowers, water, sleepless nights, bruises; and that’s you.

He exhales smoke, and you inhale his smoke. You do not know which is more dangerous.


Months of dating and staying in different places with Wonho gave you all the opportunities to experience something you’ve never felt before.

Euphoria.

Being with him is a mix of ecstasy and tragedy. You clearly left your fears to be with him. You turned your back to your past principles just to face a new one with him.

But it is sure isn’t an easy life.

Going home after weeks with a bag on his shoulder containing all the money he made to buy anything the both of you wished; and to seal every promise he made you just before you were his— became a routine.

You mostly wakes up in the middle of the night just to see him taking a sip on his cigarette while looking at the new view from the top floor of an espensive hotel. The city lights dancing along with his irises. Different night, different city. Same situation.

You didn’t complain, you never do. Because with Wonho, you get to experience a lot of things. You get to taste any food you wanted to eat, every place you wanted to visit. With Wonho, nothing is impossible. And that’s enough for you.

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Burn

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, fluff (omg I wrote fluff for once???)

Word Count: 1,311 words of pure fluff


Seven days, nineteen hours, thirty four seconds. That’s when you’ll meet them.

Your soulmate.

Seven days, nineteen hours, twenty eight seconds of pure terror and hell, but happiness and excitement. Your eyes kept on flickering over to the bright red numbers over your bed that had appeared on the night of your thirteenth birthday party. Teenage girls who didn’t know much about the whole ordeal of a soulmate and random numbers appearing on your bedroom wall means there was a lot of screaming. Most of it from your friends who were more excited about the fact in nine years, twenty three hours and fifty five minutes is when you’ll be meeting your beloved one.

It seemed surreal. The years had gone so quickly, in a blink of the eye as you could say. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was strange, but the feeling of relief, the feeling of excitement never left as you grew up.

It never occurred to you that in fact the day was only a week away. Nine years had passed so quick. Maybe too quick. Why were you so nervous? It’s just your soulmate…just the person who you’re fated too since the moment you were born, nothing major.


“Hobi, will you stop pacing? I’m going to become cross eyed at this rate.”

Sorry Chim, but- it’s six days away. Six!”

“You’re going to be fine! The person you’re going to meet is supposed to love you and care for you Hobi. You don’t need to be this tense,” Jimin tried to comfort his friend. Hoseok had been a nervous wreck for a month, the entire situation scaring him but exciting him also.

“D-Do I get a present for them?” Hoseok began.

“Um-”

“What do I even get them? I don’t know if it’s a male or a female!”

“Hobi, calm do-”

“What if…what if I get them something, an-and they don’t like it!? What if- what if they don’t like me Jimin?”

“Oh my god, you drama queen! You’re fated to them! Hoseok, they’re going to love you, I know it. They’re your soulmate, of course they’ll love you.” Jimin avoided the mention of glitches, he didn’t need to panic him out even more, but there was no way a ray of sunshine like Hoseok would get or even be a glitch. Fate wouldn’t be that mean…

“Look, if it helps you feel any better, Yoongs and I are total opposites yeah? We still get along, fate made it that way. Your soulmate, doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl, I know they’ll be the one for you. I can feel it Hobi. You’re so loveable, so happy, like the sun on Earth, if they don’t love you there is seriously something wrong with them.”

“Thanks Chim, you’re the best,” Hoseok sighed and hugged the shorter one. Jimin’s words comforted him a bit, but the worry was still there. He just wanted those six days to pass quickly so he could meet you, whoever you were.


The day was finally here. The fact that you were going to meet your soulmate hadn’t sunk in at all. How did the week go so fast? How did the years go so quick? How and where the hell were you going to see them…

You sat up in bed and looked over at your clock. 4:41 AM. Damn, it was way too early to be awake right now, but you weren’t able to go back to sleep. Looking up at the red numbers above your bed sent you into more of a panic and nervous wreck than you already were.

One hour and seventeen minutes.

That’s when you’ll be meeting them. Your soulmate.

Hoseok was probably more of a mess than you (but you didn’t know that). He resulted to pacing again. His eyes hurt but that’s only because he stayed awake most of the night, the fact he was going to meet the one person he was fated to had made butterflies grow in his stomach. Hoseok glanced up at the red numbers.

The countdown was on and it made his stomach churn, but a smile appeared on his face. The day he was waiting for since he was twelve, was finally here and nothing could take that away from him. Nothing was able to make this day a total disaster for him because he was going to meet you. Finally, after all these years, he’s going to meet the one person who will keep him happy, stand by his side no matter what. He was going to meet someone who was going to love him unconditionally.

Coffee. That’s what you really needed. Your eyes were threatening to close and you were too lazy to make yourself some warm breakfast this early in the morning. You washed up, grabbed your purse and your phone, putting on a jacket because it was a little chilly, and you headed out to the nearest coffee shop.

You took your time, taking a small stroll through the park as the sun came up calmed you down just that little bit. You smiled, everything looked so beautiful as the pinkish orange sunlight hit the grass, the flowers, the trees, illuminating everything so it had a tinge. You smiled. Even though the cold wind was nipping at your nose and your ears, the rays of the sun and the thought of meeting the one kept you warm.

You decided to head to the coffee shop that you usually attend before work or when you’re too lazy to make breakfast, much like today.

You ordered yourself a hot chocolate because of the cold weather. When it was ready, you took the cup into your hand, instant warmth flooding throughout your body. A notification from your phone made you turn it on as you started heading towards the door to leave.

Hoseok walked into the small coffee shop, it looked like it was the only thing open that early in the morning, it looked comfy, somewhere he could clear his thoughts before he met his soulmate. What Hoseok didn’t expect was to have spewing hot chocolate spilt on his jacket and shirt the second he walked in.

“O-Oh my gosh! I-I’m so sor-” your words caught up in your throat when you looked up to see who you had accidentally bumped into. Shock overtakes both your body and Hoseok’s.

“I-It’s you…” Hoseok whispered. His eyes were wide, he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you before in his life. The overwhelming feeling of finally seeing you, after waiting all these years made him feel all giddy inside.

You and Hoseok both felt something pressing against your wrists lightly, causing you to look down and observe what was going on. His name was being carved onto your delicate skin in black writing, almost like calligraphy. The date, the time, and his name were all there.

“Jung Hoseok,” you whispered. Hoseok’s insides felt warm the moment his name left your lips. He couldn’t help but smile at it. Smile at you.

“You-” your eyes drifted up to take a better look at his face, he was beautiful, handsome, absolutely perfect. “Just- wow. Th-This feels, unreal…”

“C-Can I, can I touch you?” Hoseok asks gently, the burning of the hot chocolate having left his mind at this point All he could see was you. All he wanted to hold, to cuddle, to kiss, to love, was you.

“Please.”

Not even a second passed before Hoseok’s hands were cupping your cheek, but they were cold which made you flinch just a little. “Cold,” you pouted.

That pout made Hoseok grin wider if possible. He was going to cherish you until he died, he wouldn’t let you go, he’d love you. He was going to give you his all, he promised himself that.


a/n: ahh hapPY HOSEOK DAY!! this sunshine boy deserves everything istg omg. i hope he’s having an amazing day and i hope he enjoys the concert that is on tonight!

Latte, With Honey

My piece for @caffeinewitchcraft‘s Caffeine Challenge #21!  It’s been awhile since I’ve done any writing, so this is a bit rusty, but I thought it would at least be a fun exercise for a Sunday morning.  I used prompt #4.  Hope you enjoy!

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The Janitor and the Music Teacher

So like idk if this is good or if it just isn’t but I’m gonna post it so you guys can say if you like it or not I guess haha

Beca Mitchell put the mop back into the bucket with a sigh. She’d finished this corridor, finally, although she had taken a little longer than usual. Miss Beale was teaching a music class in the classroom closest to where she was standing, and the melody was simply uplifting, filling every crevice of the corridor as well as the classroom.

Beca loved music.

She loved the tunes, the backing, the melodies and the lyrics. Everything. She loved instruments, too. The sleek look of the violin, a shining silver flute. Her favourite, however, was the piano. The melodies the piano could play was what kept Beca going, most nights. Beca admired anyone who could press down on the ivory keys, with just the right tempo to keep up with, and make music.

Like Miss Beale.

Beca thought Miss Beale of some form of royalty amongst the other teachers. She admired how many instruments the woman could play, her bright blue eyes, even her red hair was perfect. She was perfect. The perfect teacher. She was nice to every student, whether they liked her or they hated her, and she could play almost anything she was given. She had a talent that Beca only in her wildest dreams could she wish to possess. The talent of music. Sometimes, like today, Beca stood outside her classroom and just watched. She watched and she listened and she admired. Sometimes Miss Beale caught her, too. And, of course, Miss Beale smiled sweetly, and Beca would redden and look down at her cleaning. So far she has learnt that anything that sounded happy in music was in major key and anything that sounded sad was in minor key. She has been especially proud of herself when she listened to a piece of music and could tell it was in major key, even before the students had put their hands up.

But, as per usual, Beca was fast to leave when the bell went, always afraid that Miss Beale would shout at her for watching the lesson without permission.

A few days later, and after Beca had accidentally been caught moving about slightly to the music, Miss Beale actually walked over to the door.

“Shit!” Beca exclaimed, rushing to pick up a rag to make it seem that she was actually doing her job.

Miss Beale watched her amusedly, a smirk on her face, as the shorter brunette almost knocked over her bucket of water in her haste to clean ANYTHING.

“You’re Beca, right? Beca the janitor.” Miss Beale asked her, and Beca stiffened, too scared to look up.

“Y-Yes Ma'am.”

Beca glanced upwards at the redhead, who’s grin was so wide that it made Beca slightly at ease.

“Do you wanna come in?”

Oh. Well, that made sense. Miss Beale just wanted her to clean the classroom. “Sorry, Ma'am, I’m only allowed to clean classrooms when no students are in there,”

“Not for that reason! I’m not leaving here until you come in, so…”

Beca looked down again, knowing she had been intruding and watching for far too long now. “Uh, no, Ma'am, my job…”

Miss Beale laughed, and god, her laugh was one of the nicest melodies the brunette had ever heard. “I know you don’t need to clean anything until after lunch, Beca. You’re done for the morning, right?”

Beca was not about to lie to a teacher like Miss Beale. “Yes, Ma'am.”

“So come in, you can watch at the back if you feel more comfortable.”

Beca bit her lip. “Th-Thank you, Ma'am. That’s really kind of you.”

“Of course,” Miss Beale chirped, opening the door wider and letting Beca quietly slip in.

The brunette sat down on the floor in the very back corner of the room, barely believing what was happening. She was being allowed to actually sit through a music lesson, and Miss Beale had actually spoken to her. It was almost like being in school again. But this time, everyone wasn’t laughing at her when she got the answer wrong. Beca smiled happily as she watched Miss Beale play a piece of music on the piano whilst a student accompanied her with their violin.

When the lesson was over, Beca stayed in her corner, half hoping Miss Beale would forget about her and she could slip out.

“Beca?” Miss Beale called, and Beca shot up with wide eyes.

“Y-Yes, Ma'am?”

Miss Beale chuckled. “It’s cute that you call me ma'am, but Chloe is fine.”

“Chloe.” Beca tried out, the name rolling off of her tongue with ease. “I like your name.” She smiled. Beca looked down shyly. “H-how do you spell it?”

Miss Beale gave her a slightly confused, slightly scrutinising look, but replied happily and confidently. “C-H-L-O-E.”

Beca recognised the sound of four of five letters.

“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” Chloe chuckled. “Did you enjoy the lesson?”

Beca’s eyes seemed to light up at the question, and she treaded carefully in her used converse.

“Yes, Ma-Chloe. It was…really good.” Beca replied lamely, not knowing what else to say without sounding like a total freak.

Chloe smiled brightly. “Good! Do you like music?”

“Yes. I love it.”

Chloe tilted her head and smiled even brighter. “Can you play?”

Beca looked down and her shoulders deflated slightly. “No. I don’t know how.”

“Oh…” Chloe’s smile slipped from her face and she looked sad for a second, before smiling again. “I can teach you!”

“Really?” Beca asked quietly, barely believing why she was hearing. She could feel the joy rising in her and the lump in her throats beginning to form.

“Of course!” Chloe grinned. “How about today after school?”

Chloe could see that Beca looked like she was about to cry and she stepped closer, suddenly producing a tissue and putting her hand on Beca’s back. Beca sniffled loudly and let a watery smile grace her features.

“Th-Thank you, Chloe. That means a lot to me,” the brunette bit her lip and caught Chloe’s eyes to try and show her gratitude. She sniffled again but refused the tissues Chloe was offering her.

“Tonight at 4:30?”

“She probably won’t even turn up.” Beca muttered her thought out loud, but Chloe heard it.

The redhead looked concerned, then affronted, then sad. “What makes you think that?”

“Im sorry, ma'am, it’s just…nobody else really talks to me, unless they have to.” Beca’s eyes were at her feet, looking reprimanded.

“Why’s that? And I told you to call me Chloe.”

Beca only shrugged. “I’m sorry, Chloe.”

“That’s okay,” Chloe replied easily. “So, today at 4:30.”

“Sounds good.”

“And what instrument do you wanna learn?”

All of them, Beca thought. “I like the sound of the piano.”

“Piano it is!”

Chloe found the janitor slightly odd, but intriguing. It was almost like talking to a little kid, or one of her students. Beca seemed to think she was constantly crossing the line, almost like talking to people as a whole was new to her. But Chloe was determined to show the brunette that she wasn’t going to bail on her, Beca already seemed incredibly vulnerable as it is. She looked up at the clock and saw it was 4:35, and she sighed, thinking Beca really wasn’t going to show up. She looked out to the door again and found Beca just waiting. Chloe frowned and got up, opening the door.

“You could’ve just knocked, you know,”

Beca jumped. “Sorry,” she said quickly.

“It’s fine, just next time come right in,” Chloe smiled.

They both sat down at the piano, and Chloe took in the way Beca’s eyes seemed to gloss over as she saw the keys, and her wrist twitched.

“You can touch it, Beca. Go ahead,”

Hesitantly, the small brunette pressed down on a key and grinned as it made a noise. She pressed down again on another, and another, before doing two at once. Chloe watched her, finding it amusing how Beca seemed just like a little kid trying a piano out for the first time. Soon, Beca was playing an awful combination of notes and smiling happily.

“You like the piano, huh?”

Beca looked at Chloe and nodded. “Yes. It’s my favourite instrument. I’ve never been allowed to play one before.”

Suddenly, Beca blushed and looked down at her lamp, as if she had given away too much information. Chloe gave her another scrutinising look. She wanted to find out why Beca had never been allowed to before. She wanted to find out why she seemed so timid all the time.

“Well, now’s your chance. Do you wanna start by learning the notes?”

Beca nodded. “Yes, please.”

Chloe produced a sheet of music that had a row of notes perfectly drawn on them.

“There are acronyms that we use to remember the notes. The most common ones are Every Good Boy Deserves Football, E, G, B, D, F, which are the lines in a stave. This is the stave,” Chloe pointed to the five lines on the row. “And FACE. F, A, C, E. those are the spaces in between the lines. Are you with me so far?”

Not really.

Beca nodded.

“Great! So I’m gonna tell you what each note is and I want you to write it underneath, okay?” She was given a pen. Beca’s heart sped up. This was it. Chloe was gonna find her weird now and kick her out.

“Okay, so, A,”

Beca startled. She knew a. A was in her name.  Beca wrote

a

In childlike writing.

Chloe furrowed her eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. 

“B,”

Beca refrained the urge to smile. That was in her name as well.

B

“C,”

c

This was easy, Beca thought. She knew all the letters already.

“D.”

Beca stiffened, panicking. She put the pen to the paper, but couldn’t write anything down. She didn’t know how to write it or even what it looked like. She looked down and her eyebrows furrowed deeply in worry.

“Beca? The letter d,”

Chloe watched in concern as Beca’s eyes darted around. The redhead sighed internally. She thinks she knows what was going on.

Deciding to test her theory, Chloe got up and wrote the word lace on the whiteboard.

“What does this say?” She asked kindly.

Beca’s eyes widened. All of those letters were in her name, so she sounded them out how they were said in her name.

“Lllllaakeh.” She said hesitantly, and by the look on Chloe’s face, it wasn’t right.

“Lace, Beca. It says lace.”

Beca bowed her head in embarrassment, trying not to cry. Chloe sat down next to her, moving to place a hand on Beca’s back, but the brunette flinched violently, so Chloe was fast to place her hand back on her lap again.

“Beca…” Chloe said softly. “Do you know how to read?”

Beca went incredibly red, and her eyes gathered with tears. She was jittery for a short moment, before jumping up and making to leave the room.

“Beca? Please-”

“I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry, I…” she ran out before Chloe could do anything.

“Wait.” Chloe sighed, wincing as the door slammed shut.

She hadn’t meant to insult Beca. Or make her upset. Chloe wasn’t even sure what had happened. One minute they had been comfortably talking and Chloe had been showing her the keys, but the next Chloe asked something personal, TOO personal, and Beca fled. Maybe Beca really didn’t know how to read, and was extremely self-conscious of it. Chloe would have to find out tomorrow.

Fck Cancer.

Request: Y/N is known as Justin’s girlfriend/backup dancer. These past few months have been rough for Y/N as she experiences harsh symptoms which she later understands are symptoms of cancer and she is estimated to only live until next month, now she has to tell her family, friends and Justin.


You glance slowly towards the clock. 4:57 a.m. You let out a groan before flushing the toilet for the third time this night. You weren’t sure what was wrong but these past few months have been hell. You’ve been experiencing migraines, extreme fatigue and seem to never have an appetite. As unhealthy as it sounds, you decide to ignore it thinking it was just allergies or a phase.

You walk towards the sink and rinse out your mouth before taking a glance at yourself in the mirror. You touch you face not realizing how thin you became, you brushed the thought off thinking it was probably from appetite loss and overworking during rehearsals.

Yes, you were one of Justin’s backup dancers whenever he had a concert or tour. That’s also where the two of you met. Weird or romantic? You chuckle as you remember the thought of how you two met.

You walk out of the washroom, and suddely you began to lose balence. You quickly grab the chair next to you. Your grip was firm. You ngrabbed your phone on the drawer and dial Justin’s number. After a few rings, he picks up. “Uh hey…” You whisper softly over the phone.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Justin says worried, you hated the fact that no matter how many times you tried to hide it, he would always know if there was something wrong.

“It’s nothing. I think I just have a cold or something. Probably due to the weather.” You say trying your best to sound convincing.

“Maaybe you should stay home. Don’t force yourself to come to rehearsal. I’ll let Scooter know, but for now you need to get some rest.” Justin says gently and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you.”

Suddenly your chest began to hurt. You clenched yor chest with your hand at an attempt to reduce the pain but it wasn’t working. You tried your best to speak but no words were coming out, all you heard was Justin’s muffled words over the phone.

You began to let out a cough which led to one after the other until your chest began to hurt.

After a while you finally calmed your cough down and your chest hurt less. You heard Justin call your name multiple over the phone. “Sorry something just got caught in my th-”

What the- you thought to yourself. You attention moved towards your sleeve on where you coughed and noticed the blood.

“Y/N?” Justin says annoyed but you knew he was just trying to get your attention.

“Oh sorry uhm what were you saying?” You still were focus on the blood, you felt your heart race.

“I’m going to leave rehearsals early to go buy you medicine and I’ll be there to take car-”

“No!” You blurt out. “I mean no babe I swear I’m fine. I’m just going to drop by the doctors office then I’m heading straight home. You don’t need to leave.” You say nervously trying to persuade him that you were fine.

You didnt want Justin to agonize, that was the last thing you wanted. Besides he has a career to focus on.

“Babe-”

“It’s nothing serious. I promise.” You say reassuring him.


(A few weeks have passed and Y/N has been in and out of the hospital for checkups without Justin’s knowledge. She finally received a call from the hospital.)

You tap your foot continuously, as you waited impatiently for the doctor to come in with the results.

What if something is wrong? You thought to yourself. You obviously didn’t want to think negative but there’s always a possible chance. You felt your heart skip a beat when the doctor entered. The two of you exchange ‘hellos’ as he takes a seat at his desk.

It was silent for a while and you felt your gut sink, something was definitely wrong.

“Ms. Y/LN I hate to say this but I have some awful news about your results…” he says lowly. Your heart was beating so fast your chest began to hurt once again.

“What are you trying to say?” You ask confused.

“I am very sorry Ms. Y/LN but you are diagnosed with lung cancer, stage 4….”

Lung cancer….stage 4?

“W-what?” You say shocked. You couldn’t believe what he was saying nor did you want to believe it.

Tears began streaming down your face as you tried to comprehend what was happening but nothing seemed to focus.

“No, no, no there’s got to be a mistake!” You say feeling tense. You didn’t want to be convinced it was true and you pulled out every excuse you could think of to make the statement false.

“I’m really sorry, but we ran multiple tests and they all came out…positive.” The doctor says. Your world came shattering and it hurt more than you could handle, physically and emotionally.

“How long do I have?” You manage to say.

“One month…”


“Justin she’s just running late…” One of the staff members say. Everyone was eating breakfast but the only person who wasn’t present was Y/N and Justin was beginning to fret.

“Even though, she would have answered my calls or respond to my texts…” Justin says still worried, as he dials your number once more.

“Bro, she’s probably avoiding you…I know I would if you called me that many times….” Ryan, Justin’s best friend says jokingly.

“Shut the hell up Ry” Justin says before shooting him a glare.

“He’s just moody because he didn’t get any morning sugar…” another member calls out causing the whole crew to burst in laughter.

“I fucking hate you guys!” Justin says with a stern tone but he can’t help but crack a smile.

(An hour has passed and the crew is packing up)

“There she is!” You head one of the dancers call out. Instantaneously all eyes were on you.

“Babe! Where were you?” Justin says as he jogs towards you worried.

“I’m sorry I’m late, it’s just uh-”

“Is everything okay Y/N?” Scooter asks worried aswell. You look at both of them as you place a fake smile reassuring them.

“Uh yeah I just had to drop something off at my moms place and it took longer than I expected…”

I lied I know but what I couldn’t do it, you thought to yourself.

“Hey…” Justin whispers as he places his hand gently on your face causing you to look at him. “Are you sure everything’s okay? You look pale-”

“I swear I’m okay!” You yell. You didn’t mean to raise you voice, it wasn’t your intention but all the questions made you feel sick. You sigh, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll just go talk to the choreographer to see what I missed. Excuse me.” You say before excusing yourself, walking towards the choreographer.

Scooter walks towards Justin, confused. “Is Y/N alright?”

“I honestly have no clue…”


You take a break from stretching as you see Scooter standing near the doorway.

“Hey Y/N? Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asks motioning you to come with him to the hall.

“Uh sure…” you say, slightly confused. Scooter has never interrupted a rehearsal unless it was about something important. You jog towards Scooter. “What’s up?” You say curiously.

Scooter take a few deep breaths and it was starting to make you worry. “You know you can tell me anything right?”

“Yeah of course, Scoot you’re like my dad.” And it was true, Scooter was the closest thing to a father figure ever since your real father left. You knew what you said was a lie but you didn’t have the strength to tell him the truth.

Scooter looks at you unconvinced before taking another deep breath. “Look, I’ve notice earlier you looked awful…no offence.”

“Wow thanks.” You say offended.

“Wait. Let me finish.” He says and you knew he was was being serious. “I couldn’t help but stare at your wrist, you had a hospital band?” He asks and your heart stopped.

“No I uh was just getting a checkup, I had a really bad cold and I thought I was coming down with somethig.” You lie, once again.

“I did some digging and Y/N you’ve been in and out of the hospital these past few months-”

“Scoot!” You yell, out of all people you didn’t expect Scootet to be the person to go behind your back and do some research. “You have no right-”

“I do! I have the right to know if something is wrong with your health. Now tell me what the hell is going on?” Scooter yells furiously. You were taken back, Scooter never yelled at you, and you have to admit you felt hurt and ashamed for keeping the secret from everyone.

You take a deep breath. You felt tears peak at the corner of your eyes.

“I have stage 4 lung cancer…” you say vulnerably. You couldn’t even look at him once you said it, it hurt too much. “One month Scoot, that’s all I have.” Your voice was shaking and your eyes became so watery all you saw were you tears repetively coming down.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Scooter says almost in a whisper and you knew he was hurt.

“I was scared…” you say truthfully before looking down.

“Y/N you can’t keep something like this…”

“I’m sorry…” you sob once again and Scooter immediately pulls you in for a hug. He silently wipes his own tears.

“You need to tell the others….especially Justin.”


(Y/N finally told everyone, family and friends about her illness except for Justin).

“What’s going on?” Justin asks agonized but no one answered. He quickly walks towards you. “Why are you crying?”

You began to cry, more than you have today. You didn’t know how to tell him or how he was going to react. If he was going to be upset or angry? You didn’t want to know.

After a while you finally gained the courage.

You look him in the eyes and take a deep breath.

“I’ve been diaganosed with cancer…”

“W-what?” Justin says shocked.

“Stage 4, lung cancer….” you felt tears streaming down your face once more.

Justin runs his fingers through his hair, his jaw was clenched and he couldn’t even look at you after many attempts to get his attention.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Justin says raising his voice. You were taken back by his sudden outburst but understood he was just hurt.

“I was going to-” you begin to say but immediately get cut off by Justin.

Justin chuckles sarcastically, “When? The moment you’re gone? What did you expect was going to happen? That you would just be gone, some random person will explain it to me and everything would be okay?” He yells as tears were running down his face.

You felt sudden guilt, you hated to see him like that.

“Justin, take it easy…” one of Justin’s staff members call out.

“No!” Justin yells, everyone was now staring at us. “How the hell can I take it easy knowing my own girlfriend isn’t going to be here with me the next few months…”

That hit you. Did he expect this to be easy for me aswell? You thought to yourself.

“Jay…” you say gently as you try to hold his hand but he pushes you away.

“I can’t do this right now…” Justin immediately leaves the room, a few of the members plus Scooter follow him out.

“Justin!” You call out as tears ran down your face.

Your head choreographer walks up beside you and wraps his arms around you. “Just let him be, he needs time to adjust, its a lot to take in.”

You nod simply before getting ready for the show.


Justin was midway through his last song of the night. You danced and gave it your all, afraid that it was your last.

Suddenly, the music stops.

You stop dancing as you look at the other dancers confused and wondering if you should keep going. You watch as Justin adjusts his mic before centering himself on stage.

“Hey guys….” Justin says and the crowd goes wild causing you to chuckle. “Change of plans tonight I want to dedicate this show not just to you guys but to my girlfriend aswell….” he says as he turns to look at you, the crowd erupts into “aw’s” and excitement. You look at him shocked but you show him a smile to show your appreciation. He takes a while before speaking up. “Horrible news came up and my reaction wasn’t the best nor was it supportive, I was angry, hurt and bitter.” His voice was shaky and he kept looking at the floor. “Now I just want to do something special for her, so before the show I had help from my amazing friends and crew to put up this tribute video of Y/N it took a long time but every part is worth it… I hope while I play this tribut I hope you keep a small place for Y/N in your prayers and she needs all your love and support tonight. I know you may all be wondering what the hell is going on? That’s for Y/N to personally tell you guys when she’s ready but all I’m asking is to pray for her and for your moral support”. Justin turns around towards you and smiles. “So babe do you mind joining me over here?” The crowd goes crazy and you can’t help but smile, you let out a few laughs before heading towards him.

You suddenly hear the music to “Be Alright” one of your all time favourites begin to play. You felt tears streaming down your face but this time they were happy tears.

Justin begins to sing and you cant’ help but melt at the sound of his voice. As he sings, he would wipe away your tears, hold your hand and pretend to dance with you on stage causing you to laugh.

He then turns you around to watch the video and it just made you cry more as you watch your closest friends and family giving you motivation to keep fighting.

“Everything’s gonna be alright….” Justin sings the last few words before pulling you in a hug. The crowd erupts into screams once more. You whisper in his ear “thank you” before hugging him back tighter.

As the screams die down you both pull away, but Justin grabs your hands.

“I love you and nothing’s going to keep us apart not even what you’re going through right now. You’re not alone baby, I promise”.

You gently grab Justin’s face before pulling him in for a kiss.

“I love you Jay….thank you.”

Fuck cancer.

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If You Only Believe / Peter Pan (OUAT) Fanfiction

PART 4 (Part 3 is here)

Word count: 1264

Warnings: Fluff, smut, violence, self hate, possessive/obsessive!pan

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Since Pan’s game you haven’t talked to him that much. You don’t even know what to think of just that. Your first night in Neverland was spent by you not sleeping – up your hut, down your hut, up your hut, down your hut – but pacing. It calmed you down and somewhat in the morning you actually slept for a few hours before waking up to the ‘Lost Boy routine’, which was rather eventful, in a entertaining, fun way.

In your second night, Pan visited you for a minute. He handed you a notebook.

„Since you had to leave your diary in your hometown, I thought it was just right, that I get you a replacement.“

After thanking him, he gave you a smile and and left again. Why is he that nice just at SOME times? Since that night you kept the notebook for a log, you didn’t want to keep secrets written down, remembering what happened the last time you wrote personal things down. In this notebook you just keep track of your days and activities.

You are on this island for nine days now and feel like you integrated well. You found a few people that have potential to become friends, yet you haven’t seen a single girl except yourself. That is probably the reason for the Lost Boys staring so much, some even catcalling you. Every of the Lost Boys stares, actually. The only one you haven’t noticed staring is Pan…

The only reason you have never cought Pan staring is him being a very sneaky person. He knows when to look and how to do it. Obviously, his eyes are everywhere on this island. That, you don’t know, though. You also don’t know how furious Pan gets whenever he hears the catcalls and sees the boys looking at you 'in the wrong way’. You don’t know how hard it is for Pan to not to pay special attention to you and repress the things you do to him.

Anyways, you wake up at the usual time of 9 AM. You get ready for being stared at by putting on a white tank top and a pair of green hot pants. You pull up your hair into a bun and walk out to the camp to grab breakfast. The boys already sit around camp eating. You grab some food and sit down next to a few of your mates, Jimmy (Whyever he want everyone to call him that, his actual name is John) and Aaron.

„Do you guys know why Pan isn’t here yet? I have never seen a morning without,“ you are interrupted by a finger tipping on your shoulder. You turn around to see a smirking Pan.

„Missed me, Y/N?“

You roll your eyes and punch him in the biceps, damn.

„Of course I missed you already, Peter! I love you that much!“ You both chuckle to yourselves, meanwhile Pan cocks an eyebrow. He leaves you and your mates alone and goes to eat breakfast himself.

During breakfast Pan makes his common announcments, only that today the chores he gives th boys are way less chores than usual. And you get to have a free day, just like some of the other boys.

„You might have noticed there’s not much to do today.“ Pan starts. „The reason for that is that today we do something for Y/N. I bet she even misses doing it. Today, we will go to the fields and play some football. If you don’t play, you’ll take over some of the chores.“

You look at Pan with a huge smile on your face. Why is he so nice today?

You go back to your hut to change into something more comfortable to play football in and search through your dresser for football shorts. You quickly find a pair of gray ones and put them on. You meet Pan and the Lost Boys at the field. Pan and Jimmy are to pick your teams. Pan starts.
“Y/N, I want you.”

Yes, we’ll make the other team cry! You smirk at the way he said he wants you and wiggle your eyebrows at him, he rolls his eyes and chuckles. You walk behind him and analyse the teams that are being built.
The teams are built equally strong, or so everyone thinks. None of the boys know that you played football in your school’s first team. And so goes the game. You surprise everyone with you rather high skills, humiliate some of the boys who thought you’d be an easy target. The only problem you have is the body-mass of some of the bigger guys.

As the match is over you walk up to Pan.

„Thank you for that.“ You smile brightly. „I really missed playing football; plus is was really funny humiliating all those butch lads.“

Pan grins in return. Finally, he laughs.

„For you, Y/N, I would do anything.“ He winks. How you love this playful flirting; you don’t take it any bit serious, though.

You decide to take a shower. After that you put on some clean clothes. You choose a pair of dark jeans and a green flannel. Later you go for a walk around the forest, the way you always go when you’re bored in the evenings.

„Hey Y/N!“ Jimmy approaches you.

„Hey there, Jim.“ You wave back at him. „Wanna walk with me?“

And you’re on your way through the forest with Jimmy. He doesn’t talk much, which is fine to you; it’s a confortable silence.

„Y/N, can I kiss you?“ Jimmy turns to you, you see the redness of his face even in the faint lighting. „I mean, not wanting to sound weird. I just have never kissed someone before and I thought… oh, nothing. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…“ he turns his face away from you.

Though you find this pretty hilarious, you are flattered. It’s adorable, how he is getting uncomfortable. You decide to relieve him from his awkwardness and grab his cheeks. You give him a two second peck on the lips and back off again. Your face still close to Jim’s, you look into his eyes. He looks both scared and excited. You kiss him again, this time ersting your arms around his neck. He quickly kisses you back and puts his hand on your waist. You are surprised that he knows how to kiss you back and let out a slight moan against his lips. In return, he groans.

Soon you let off of his lips and start kissing his neck, meanwhile he starts to unbutton some of the buttons of your shirt.

Quickly things start to get heated; you take off his shirt, he rips yours off of your body, you unzip his jeans and let your hand slip in, palming his member through his boxers.

You both get fully undressed and get everything going.

What none of you realise is that Pan sees you two doing what you’re doing. He stands near you and Jimmy, just far enough away to no be seen immediatly. Pan gets furious, he does not like what he sees. All he can think of is how much he wants to be in Jim’s place, but doing a better job than him. He thinks about how you two flirted since day one and questions wheter you think about him while having sex with Jim. He wants you to think of him, no matter how odd that seems.

'This will have consequences…’ Is all that crosses his mind as he angryly runs back to his cabin.

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Something looked… off.. about Red today.

Maybe it was the way his posture was slouched forward or how his eyes dipped in and out of sleep. A gentle nodding of his head would stir him suddenly awake and the cycle would continue. Since the monster had come to visit he hadnt been up for any of their usual games, refused to smoke, fell asleep during movies…

Stretch felt it would be impossible to ask Red what was wrong, the monster had issues with sharing personal ‘feely emotion shit’. So he went to Blue and asked him if he knew. Somehow his younger brother was able to get Red chatty, so if anyone knew it would be him .

“ Oh, Red? ” Blue stirs a bowl of something unidentifiable that would no doubt become breakfast.

“ Yeah, has he said anything to you?”

“… Hmm nope. ” He goes back to stirring his pot but with a whick of excitement flings the spoon in the air in triumph, the answer coming to him and sauce splattering on the ceiling. “ Oh! WAIT! I know! Red is prego! ”

Stretch nearly spills his coffee. “Shhhh! Blue you shouldnt say that! What if he overhears you!”

“Well, he should already know hes prego right?”

“ Hes definitly not… Prego. Hes just chubby Blue. I mean… We’ve only been dating for a little while sex is… ” he stops himself midsentence, realizing hes telling all this to his baby bro. The innocent bundle of joy still trying to get Edge to fingerpaint with him. “… sextant is an instrument to measure ocean altitudes… “

He stumbles through the sentence with some difficulty but the look on Blues face, the wonder of new facts, makes him feel acomplished as an older bro.

” Oh! So Fell wanted to go on a boat ride… “

” Dont you dare go on any boat with Edge!!!“ Stretch slaps his face with the flat of his palm. He didnt have time for this. Right now, in the living room Red was fast asleep, exhausted from magic overuse. Something odd had to have been going on in his universe for him to get like this.

Stranger yet, he didnt come visit with his brother. He just walked through the machine and crashed on their couch.

Stretch grabs another mug of coffee and the morning paper and flops down onto the sofa cushion beside Red. The monster stirs awake at once and Stretch offers him coffee as an apology. The two sit in silence for a while, Stretch patient for Sans to wake wirh his morning joe.

” Something happen? “

” nah. “

” You’ve been sleeping since you got here… “

” ’m always sleeping. Nuhhbigdeal. “

He takes another sip of his coffee.

“i noticed… Your brother didnt come today.”

“nupe. ”

Stretch sighs, weight shifting from toe to toe. He brings a knee up to his chest and hugs it close to himself, wanting instead to hug the other. He knows by now to give him his space. That ‘touchy feely bullshit’ was something their world didnt do.

“… Is it uh… Is it because of the human? ” he feels awkward to talk about the resets. He knew Red went through them, the same as he did… But since opening the door to other Aus the human hadnt returned. At least not in underswap. He waits with baited breath, hoping the same was true in other universes.

“ nah. Nothing new. Tired iz all. ”

“oh..ha.” Stretch sits in more awkward silence. Sans, blissfully unaware, sips his coffee eyes blank turned at the falling snow.

“ its peaceful here…” he says. “ Boss , says to stop coming here . ‘This place makes monsters soft.’ … I think he just doesn’t want to admit he likes Blue . I dont want that either…”

Stretch is quiet. Rare was it, to get Red talking. Rarer still to hear his opinion on anything. Sometimes it felt like their universe had beaten submission into Red. Some weeks hed come over just to have a panic attack, curl into a ball by the foot of the machine and cry without anyone knowing how long he was in the basement. Stretch had caught him once, asked him why he didnt just come upstairs, apparently he just needed the alone time. A moment to lower his guard without that fear of someone dusting him. He didnt want to be seen so weak.

“ Boss ‘n I were having a fight. He is captain of the royal guard…. Worked hard to get there. He doesnt want to compromise it.

He waits patiently, sips his cofee, and slyly looks at Reds stomach. The monster was chubby but Stretch starts to wonder if his form looks fuller. Rounder. Was Red actually -

“ I hate going there… Now that I got our machine to work, ive seen countless of aus. I know its not always kill or be killed… Its just ours thats fucked up.so when I come visit your shitty world it always feels like-fuck… Ya know? Sorry. I didnt mean that. Im just tired. Boss has been pushing me to lvl. Made some progress… Not much. Look. 4 hp. ”

At once, Stretch feels uneasy. Even before looking at Reds stats he shifts away on the sofa.

LOVE was dangerous. Extremely so. He didnt know what it was but the human always had too much LOVE and Fell was right up there with psychopaths. One time he brought Blue a sword as a present. Another time he’d try and dust the mailman for stepping over his and Blues snowmen.

Sure enough, Stretch spots the change in lvl. It boosted his stats. Not by much… But defense and health were higher.

“Thats uh… Cool. Red. ” He tries to stay a bit positive. But now his mind raves with so many questions. No, scratch that, only one question sits in his mind and thats… “Who.. Uh. … Who did you dust for that?”

“ no one ‘mportant.” Red turns his head, clearly avoiding eye contact. Stretch wants to be more understanding. He wants to be a goodboyfriend but it was so hard to wrestle out information from Red. If he pushed too much, the other would shut down or start yelling. If he said nothing Red would sometimes talk more. Nervous about the silence, he would ramble on and on…

But. This needed to be adressed. “It doesnt look like nothing. You don’t look like youve gotten alot of rest at all… Is the guilt keeping you awake?”

“ Its fine… ”

“ Its not fine! Your brother needs to stop pushing you to murder! It’s never okay! There are other options… You could live here! With me! And Blue. ”

Red looks hopeful for a moment. There is a shimmer in his eyes that look like the glint of tears when he looks over at Stretch but just as suddenly he turns his head away. Shaking it furiously from side to side. “Im not leaving Boss.” “I know. Hes your brother… Youd do anything for him. ” Stretch sighs.“ He can stay too… Just… Keep him away from Blue. ”

“Hed never agree to stay. So I wont stay. Simple.”

“You can visit him… Right? What about us?”

“ What, us? ”

“ … ”

Stretch takes a long breath. “ I know its hard for you to understand but… There are different kinds of Love. Its not all… Murder and hurting people.”

“I understand that shit. I love my brother, he loves me. Its not so different in our world… Stop trying to push your moral shit. Your not a saint. Im sure youve killed more than your fair share of humans. Just cuz a reset makes it 0 again doesnt mean you can lecture me. I said ‘what, us?’ Not ‘whats love?’, okay? Im not an idiot. ”

“… ”

Stretch nods his head. Only a moment later responding with a small. “yeah…oh. Okay.”

Stretch gets up, berrated for trying to show a little concern, now he just turns tail and heads back to the kitchen.

Blue had been watching the encounter. He pats his brothers arm when he enter the kitchen and slouches at the table, head burried beneath his arms.

“what us.. ” he mumbles. He bites into the fabric of his sweater. “… like fucking strangers.”

Blue takes a seat across from him and affectionately pets his brothers skull. He doesnt offer much in words. Its not his place, and theres so little advice he can give on the subject. But he knows its hurting his brother… So he takes it upon himself to find a solution.

He marches out into the living room against Papyrus’s unenthusoastic protest and stands tall in front of Red, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “You!” he shouts , deafening in th early morning silence. “Your being mean! And you need to apologize!”

Red looks up at him for a moment, thoughtful. He could yell out and curse like he always did at home… But he was weak when he set eyes on his twin. It always seemed unfair, hed have to tipe toe around the innocent copy. He puts down his cup of coffee and shrugs on his sweater.

“Didn’t want to be here anyway. ’m goin home.” He walks past Blue and heads outside, callously leaving the two brothers in silence.

But for Papyrus, it wasnt the end. He had to get Red to talk… Had to save his relationship with Red from dying alltogether. … He mignt not see him again.

Stretch slides out the kitchen chair, knocking it to its side and chases after Red. “ Ill be back in a ten mintues Blue! ” He yells out before swinging open the front door and bracing himself against the cold wind that pours into the house and against his bone.

He turns the door shut and stomps jeavily in the snow, rounding his way to the back of the house and throws open the lab room. Red is still there, and Stretch breathes a sigh of relief. The monster is at the console, ready to punch in his code to go home when he spots Stretch panting hard in the doorway.

“ What? You want an apology still? Im sorry. Okay? Now go away. ”

Stretch closes the door behind him and spins around the small desk chair to sit and face Red properly. Face to face , without his height making the other feel insignificant.

“ Red. I dont want this to be goodbye. So I have to say something to get it off my chest. Red I love-!! ”

Red holds up a flat palm, stopping Stretch from anything he might say. His other hand dips under his shirt and pulls it slightly up to show the mix of red tubby magic of his belly. “ Look. ” Red says. Though Stretch fidnt need any direction.

His eyes immediately follow Sans as he began his strip, dissapointed when the shirt only reveals so little. But he sees it now. Clearly , among the hue of magic churning… A small soul beside his own.

“I cant be with you. Okay? I cant stay here!So stop trying to convince me! “

Papyrus is stumbling for words. His attention hasn’t shifted from the fluttering baby soul the other carries. “Your! Thats… His…?”

“Yes. Im gonna lvl up this way! Ill get strong enough that Boss wont have to protect me!”

Stretch gulps, eyes meeting Red. “ What do you mean your going to level up?! Your going to kill it?!!!”

Sans flinches back. “ Dont try to talk me out of this! I told you im going back home. You dont have to keep pretending your worried about me.”

The machine hums to life the moment Red puncbes in his code. He turns his back on tje other heads through the portal that opens.

Stretch sits there.

Blank expression on his face as he watches the lights flicker on the console. The small green light fades to red… Something happened on the other side that made the machine unusable…

Red had destroyed it.

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“Oh, you’re awake.” Solbi briefly looks up to smile at Jin, pushing her hair behind her ears as she eagerly works on their breakfast table. “Come here, sit.”

Without glancing up from his coffee, Yoongi grabs Jin’s hand and guides him to take the neighboring chair. “Eat.”

“I could’ve helped you make breakfast,” Jin starts, tentatively reaching for a piece of roll as he mumbles a quick thanks.

“You’ve made us plenty of meals and I’ve never made you one.” She runs her hands on her apron and takes her place on the table, letting out a content sigh. “This is refreshing.”

“Have you… slept at all, Yoongichii?”

“A bit. Solbi wouldn’t stop yapping about breakfast at six in the goddamn morning.”

“We hardly eat together, and besides, this is the first time Jin slept over. I wanted to treat him to a nice homemade breakfast.”

“You never do that shit for me.”

“Say that louder, Yoongi.”

“Nothing.”

Solbi pours Jin a cup of coffee and pushes the creamer his way. “So, Jin. I was thinking. Would you like to stay with us?”

Yoongi coughs on his drink while Jin stops mid bite before responding. “Im so sorry, please say that one more time?”

“It would be a big help with you around. Yoongi wouldn’t have to live on ramen noodles and I won’t have to keep doing overtime if we all chip in on the bills.” She reaches for Jin’s hand and holds it gently. “Besides, I would love to have you around. What do you say?”

“I…” Jin slowly turns his head to look at Yoongi beside him.

“I told her your roommate was an ass and you had to move out. You might as well take it. There’s no stopping her when she sets her mind on something. Save yourself a headache.”

Jin looks down at his plate and peers through his fringe before quickly looking back down at his food. “Th-thank you… noona. That’s… I really appreciate it.”

Solbi squeals in delight and Yoongi’s shoulders sag in relief.

Yoongi glances at his sister who is already looking at him with stars in her eyes. And they both smile at each other.

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Flowers in the Window Chapter 4

Wow only me 5 months to update, sorry! Life & work stuff just took over all my time.  I will try not to be so long in my next update. As always many thanks to my lovely beta and friend Heidi. She had a big job on her hands, as this chapter is rather long, so ta very much dude! :D xx
Hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading and for the lovely comments. Previous chapters can be found on A03

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“It’ll have to do” Katniss muttered under breath after she had re-braided her hair for the fourth time that morning. She took a deep breath in, breathed out hard and studied her reflection in the small mirror above the basin in the female staff bathroom. 8:47 am. Nearly time to roll. Toying idly with the end of her braid she pulled out her go-to ‘I’m fabulous’ perfect nude lipstick for yet another coat. Letting out a resigned sigh she grabbed her handbag and opened the door quickly.

“Pull yourself together Everdeen” She chastised herself with a heated whisper.

 Unfortunately in the heat of scolding herself she hadn’t noticed Johanna racing in the door. Her black duster coat whipping behind her.

“Woah there, Nelly! Are you trying to make my hangover worse than it already is?!” Jo gestured to her head, which Katniss was guessing, was pounding.

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My Person (1/2)

Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Angsty AF, Death. 

Words: 1915

Fandom: Marvel

Disclaimer: I don’t own Peter or anyone or Marvel, etc.

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   You haven’t left your bedroom in the tower for what felt like an eternity but was really just a week. You’ve only gotten up to change pajamas and keep up with your basic hygiene. All week, each one of your teammates would take turns bringing you food that you appreciated, but hardly ever ate. 

  You sat on your bed, holding your almost life-sized spider-man plushie so tightly your arms hurt. Used tissues scattered your floor, and you had left a picture of your boyfriend, your soulmate you liked to call him, sitting next you.
  Your (y/e/c) eyes stayed glued to the screen, every news channel had the same headline.

“Spider-Man: Dead at the hands of Doctor Octopus!”

“Hero of Queens: Dies saving his partner!”

“Spider-Man: Identity revealed after tragic death!”

“The world mourns the loss of their beloved Spider-man!”

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Wish I Never

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Prompt: Too selfless.

I’m currently writing part 2 to Burnt Bridges, this is just a little get away as I thought about the ending.

—-

A white envelope lays on the Captain’s hand, his fingers were trembling and his eyes were filled with unshed tears. On it was the handwriting of his Fiancé, former Fiancé. Steve dropped himself on the bed, sitting on the edge, contemplating his next action. The letter holds all the answer of his questions, but he’s not sure if he was ready to know the truth

Taking a deep breath, Steve gently ripped the envelope open, careful to not rip the paper inside. He pulled out the folded white paper in it, only for something to drop onto his lap. It was like a trigger, a tear fell out from his eye as he recognized it. 

Of course he would, he gave the ring to her with it inside a small black box.

—-

Y/n sighed for probably the 53rd time as she caught herself once again staring at the door, waiting for him to come. It’s been 3 years since she had dated America’s golden boy and 4 months since they had been engaged.

But honestly, she’s not sure if he will be coming through that door.

It was perfect.

Y/n was just an ordinary Agent of SHIELD and she’s very close to Natasha, to the point that the Widow will literally try to kill anyone who hurts Y/n. Steve met Y/n not long after the battle of New York, as she was chatting with Natasha and Clint in yet another party Tony Stark throw. 

Steve saw her and she was like a goddess, it was like love at the first sight.

Well, at least he thought so. 

It wasn’t long before the agent’s heart belonged to him too, what wasn’t to love from him? He’s the perfect gentleman, he’s brave, and oh don’t get me started on the way Steve would make Y/n’s heart beat erratically from a simple smirk.  

Once they started dating, Nat was constantly threatening him to not hurt her, be it a simple sentence said or he was held with a knife against his neck after sparring. Steve would smile or nervously laugh as he said,

“I would never hurt my best girl.”

But words were just words, right?

Their relationship is just like the others, arguments, quality moments, tears, laughs and exchanged ‘I love you’. What makes it so special was the way they could just stare at each other and not get weirded out, the way they love each other is special.

I’m sorry, was special.

They started living together after 6 months and time just flows by, each anniversary was more and more treasured. It was on their 3rd anniversary did Steve finally dropped the question. It wasn’t romantic, they celebrated the day with Y/n’s homemade dinner and cuddling on the couch in a disney movies marathon. Then all of the sudden he just turned to her while Y/n’s eyes focused on the sleeping beauty and Prince Philip dancing in the woods.  

“Will you marry me?”

Y/n was surprised, she turned his face to him as quickly as he finished the sentence. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “W.. what?”

Steve cleared his throat, moving to kneel on the floor looking up at you still sitting on the couch. “Will you make me the happiest man on the world and marry me, Y/n L/n?” He proposed, grabbing her hand in his.

Y/n quickly agreed in tears and tackled him to the floor, kissing him with all her might, the movie long forgotten as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

The Avengers were happy delighted once they were told, Natasha was happy for her friend and relieved that she had finally found her happiness. Tony quickly planned a big and fancy wedding, which the couple declined, Bruce and Thor told them that they was happy for them and Clint congratulated them let’s just say in his own way

..well I don’t know how to break this to you, but let’s just say.

Something changed.

It didn’t took long for Y/n to notice, Steve was distancing from her. Everytime Y/n looked into his eyes, she noticed something was missing. He spent less time in their home and then gradually the kisses reduced to nothing, they didn’t spent the night in each other’s arms anymore, even a blind man will realize how his ‘I love you’ meant nothing anymore, –well to him.

Y/n knew what was up, but she stayed silent. Her assumptions were confirmed once she saw her beloved in a cafe with another woman, kissing. No words could express how she felt, she rushed home and cried, falling on her knees with her face in her hands. 

She recognized the woman, Sharon Carter. Y/n tried to assure herself that maybe he was just missing his old love and the blonde woman was the closest he can get, but even the thought did not cease the waterfall falling down her face. She quickly played Titanic on the tv, a classic movie that will always make her cry, so Steve didn’t question her tears.

Y/n wished that she never went to that party, wished that she never looked at him more than once and get to know him, wished that she could erase his existence in her life.

She wished that she could just forget about him completely.

The sad truth is, Y/n still loved him. Nothing could change that.

So Y/n stayed. 

She plastered a fake smile on her lips everytime he came home, ignored the scent of her perfume on his clothes, cried herself to sleep every night. She admitted that she was a fool, but she was a fool for him.

One time, Steve caught her crying into her pillow and pulled her into his arms. Her tears still fell silently down her cheeks, but oh, how Y/n missed him. No words were exchanged and she could practically feel his concern, she lied smoothly when he asked her and Steve seemed assured. 

Steve started becoming his old self, the good morning or night kisses were back, he started to spend more time with Y/n again and held her in his arms.

Still, Y/n knew that Steve still have an affair with Sharon.

Natasha found out and she was way pass rage, the assassin almost killed him if not for Y/n’s pleads. Y/n made her promise to keep silent and never confront him about this, yet Natasha couldn’t help herself becoming bitter around the Captain. 

Fate seemed to be laughing at her face once Fury assigned Y/n on a mission, with her. Y/n could feel just how tense Steve is when she told him, and she could read the guilt on Sharon’s face. But Y/n kept her forced smile and acted like she doesn’t have a clue.

Oh, looks like her play is coming to an end.

—-

Y/n gulped as she saw the assumed-Hydra-scientist(?) staring maniacally at her and Sharon, the man had strapped himself with explosive and threatened to blow himself up along with them. 

“…I’m dragging you to hell with me..” He cackled, his thumb hovering over the trigger button. 

She took a deep breath, calming herself before reaching for her gun. Y/n sighed than turned at Sharon, aiming her gun at the blonde.

“Y.. Y/n..?” Sharon stuttered, surprised with her sudden action.

Y/n stayed silent as she stepped towards Sharon as the woman naturally stepped back, ignoring the Scientist commented something along with ‘this is getting interesting’. 

Y/n stared at her and bit her lip, “I knew.”

Sharon’s eyes widened, of course understanding what she meant. “I.. I’m sorry..” She apologized, her voice filled with guilt.

The H/c haired woman kept her poker face and furrowed her eyebrows. “..I’ve tried to end things between him and I, but.. I just can’t.” Y/n smiled softly with teary eyes, “..and I know that if he was to choose right now he’ll probably save you than me.”

With a small sigh, Y/n said. “I guess this is the end.

Sharon hadn’t realized that Y/n had forced her back to the door until the woman pushed her out of the room and kicked the metal door shut, trapping herself and the scientist inside.

Y/n aimed her gun at the dumbfounded man and shot his head, the bomb triggering with the time displayed,

4 minutes.

Just like what the scientist said, the door was locked shut and there is no way Y/n could escape the room, not alive.

Y/n turned to the door, and stared at Sharon out of the little see through glass, “Sharon, can you hear me? John retrieved the intels we need, you need to meet up with the group.” She said to the comm.

The blonde shooked her head and keep trying to open the door. “I can’t leave you like th–”

“Tell him I loved him, tell him that I was happy to have him, tell him that I’m sorry we won’t have the wedding we planned for, tell him that I forgive him.” Y/n could see Sharon froze, tears were flowing down her own S/c skin. “I’m sorry for putting you through this, Sharon.”

3 minutes.

“Y/n, you can’t give up..” Sharon trailed off, her voice cracking.

“I know that Natasha probably won’t be nice to you, but please tell her that she was such a good friend to me and I was thankful for all that she had done for me. Tell the Avengers thanks for accepting me as their friend even though I’m just an Agent.” 

2 minutes.

“Leave!” Y/n ordered through the comm, relieved as the blonde hesitantly stepped away from the door and ran, not looking back. 

Y/n smiled and leaned against the door, she was crying and it hurts but she was happy that she managed to save Sharon.

“..Y/n, can you still hear me?”

She heard Sharon’s voice on the comm, “Yeah.” Y/n answered.

He still loves you, you know.”

Y/n smiled wider, keeping her gaze on the ceiling. “It’s a good thing that I always do.”

1 minute.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s alright now, I’m gonna be dead anyway.” Y/n chuckled, sighing. 

Sharon’s sight was blurry as she saw the other agents already gathered in the hellicarrier. “You shouldn’t have done this, ..saving me.”

“I’m gonna haunt you if you don’t memorize what I told you..” Y/n mock threatened, ignoring her last sentence.

“Tell Natasha that you were thankful for all she did to you and for being a good friend, tell the Avengers thanks for accepting you, and Tell Steve.. you’re sorry for not having the wedding, tell him that you were happy to have him.. and tell him that you love him..” Sharon repeated, hearing an explosion from the former Hydra base.

The blonde finally looked back, seeing flame engulfing the building. She looked down and saw her tears of regret falling on the ground, talking to her comm even though she knew she will get no reply.

“…right, Y/n?”

—-

Steve sighed as he finished reading her letter, realizing how much of a fool he is. His tears were falling freely as he fell back on the bed, keeping the letter close to him and wishing that it was Y/n.

He wished that he never cheated on her, wished that he focused on their upcoming wedding instead and he wished, wished that he had a chance to apologize to her.

Well, they said regret always comes when it’s too late, right?

Pick up line starters/list

·       “You’re the hottest thing since sunburns.”

·       “You’ve been a bad boy! Now go to ‘my’ room.”

·       “I lost my teddy bear. Will you sleep with me tonight?”

·       I am not feeling myself today, can I feel you?

·       “I am feeling a little off today. Would you like to turn me on?”

·       “You know sweetie, my lips won’t just kiss themselves. Please help.”

·       I wish you were DSL so I could get high-speed access.

·       Your body is a wonderland and I want to be Alice.

·       POOF! (What are u doing?) I’m here, where are your other two wishes?

·       Is that top felt? [No] Would you like it to be?

·       Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?

·       I hope your day is as radiant as your smile.

·       You make me melt like hot fudge on a sundae.

·       I may not be a genie but I can make your dreams come true

·       Are you a magnet cuz I’m attracted to you

·       Are your pants on discount? Cuz if you were at my house they would be a 100% off!

·       Do you wash your pants in Windex? Because I can really see myself in them.

·       I’m not Fred/Wilma Flintstone, but I’ll make your bed rock

·       They say milk does the body good, but damn, how much have you been drinking?

·       Did you hear the latest health report? You need to up your daily intake of vitamin me.

·       If looks could kill you would be a weapon of mass destruction.

·       Are you a cupcake? (No….why…?) Cause you probably taste really sweet!!!!

·       Say, that’s a nice [dress/outfit/article of clothing]. Can I talk you out of it?

·       That dress looks very becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you, I’d becoming too!

·       I’ve just received government funding for a four-hour expedition to find your G-spot.

·       The only reason I would kick you out of bed would be to fuck you on the floor.

·       Try me once and if you don’t like it, what have you wasted? What, six hours of your life? It’d be more if you want foreplay.

·       That’s a nice smile. It’d look better if it was all you were wearing!

·       The best part of me is covered up.

·       They say a girl’s best friend are her legs. But even the best of friends sometimes have to part.

·       This Valentine’s Day, I really want you to know how I feel…..So you better use both hands.

·       Wanna play house? You be the screen door and I’ll slam you all night long!

·       Why don’t you surprise your roommate and not come home tonight?

·       With one touch I can make you make noise only dogs can hear!

·       What’s better than roses on a piano? Tulips on an organ.

·       Like the hurricane said to the coconut tree; hold on to your nuts I’m gonna give you the blow of your life.

·       Do you train cats? (Man: No, why?) Woman: Because you just made my pussy cum!

·       Would you like to try an Australian kiss? It is just like a French kiss, but down under

·       If you’re naughty go to your room. If you wanna be naughty go to my room!

·       Roses are Red; Apples are Sour; I’ll Spread my legs; And you can show me your “power”

·       You look like my type: nice hair, beautiful eyes, amazing body, but there is still just one problem: your clothing. (What’s wrong with my clothing?) They’re still on.

·       Brrr! My hands are cold. Can I warm them in-between your legs?

·       Can I please be your slave tonight?

·       Do you know what’d look good on you? Me.

·       Help the homeless. Take me home with you.

·       How do you like your eggs cooked? Why? Well I just wanted know what to make for you in the morning!

·       I had a wet dream about you last night. Would you like to make it a reality?

·       Pardon me, but are you a screamer or a moaner?

·       That outfit would look great in a crumpled heap next to my bed.

·       Which is easier? You getting into those tight pants or getting you out of them?

·       Why don’t you come over here, sit on my lap and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up?

·       Would you be my love buffet? So I can lay you out on the table and take what I want?

·       Your legs look cold. Do you want me to warm them up?

·       Hey, kitten. How about spending some of your nine lives with me?

·       Hey baby there’s a party in my pants and you are invited!

·       If you were a car, I wax you and ride you all over town.

·       Your belt looks extremely tight. Let me loosen it for you.

·       I’ve been a bad boy/girl, so spank me!

·       I heard your ankles were having a party… want to invite your pants down?

·       Let us pretend my pants are France and invade them.

·       I’m easy, but it looks like you are hard.

·       I wanna take out your pencil and stick it in my pencil case.

·       You know, I wanna go inside your wine cabinet and pull myself out a stiff one.

·       Hi. I’m like a tropical island: hot, wet, and waiting for tourists.

·       You’re on my list of things to do tonight.

·       Do you work at Subway? Because you have a footlong.

·       Did I mention that I’m the only person in the Guinness Book of World’s Records actually able to suck a golf ball through a garden hose?

·       You, me, handcuffs, and whipped cream: interested?

·       You remind me of a Twinky: Every time I bite into you, you cream in my mouth.“

·       I’m a vegetarian but I’d make an exception for your meat!

·       Are you a god? (Um, no.) You’re not? Then why do I want to kneel before you?

·       I’d love you like a snowstorm: I’d give you 8 to 10 inches and you wouldn’t be able to leave the house for 3 days.

·       So you think I am full of myself? (Yes.) Would you rather I be full of you instead?

·       Did you just throw a water balloon at me? Because you’ve got me all wet.

·       Did you know that you can feel your pulse in your groin? Want me to test it on you?

·       If you were aspirin, I would take you every four to six hours.

·       If you were a drum, I’d bang you.

·       So… if I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting head?

·       Let’s play Deathly Hallows, you can take me to your bed and I’ll Slytherin.

·       If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?

·       Forget that! Playing doctor is for kids! Let’s play gynaecologist.

·       I wanna floss with your pubic hair.

·       I’m on fire. Can I run through your sprinkler?

·       Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious!

·       I’ve been wondering, do your lips taste as good as they look?

·       Are you a light switch? 'Cause you turn me on!

·       Hi, I am your slave, take me home and mistreat me.

·       I’m drowning in the sun and need mouth to mouth now!

·       If I was a Jedi, would you be my force?

·       I’m going to need a tall glass of cold water, cuz baby your making me HOT!

·       Look him/her up and down and say "And I thought it was hot outside!”

·       Do you smoke? [No.] Then why are you so smokin’ hot?

·       Kissing is a language of love, so how about a conversation?

·       Are you an interior decorator? 'Cause when I saw you, the room became beautiful.

·       Are you religious? 'Cause you’re the answer to all my prayers.

·       I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.

·       I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I am going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.

·       If beauty were time, you’d be eternity.

·       If I were a stop light, I’d turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.

·       You know I’d like to invite you over, but I’m afraid you’re so hot that you’ll skyrocket my air-conditioning bill.

·       My buddies bet me that I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the bar. Wanna buy some drinks with their money?

·       Babe, your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon.

·       You’d better direct that beauty somewhere else, you’ll set the carpet on fire.

·       If I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I’d have five cents.

·       For a moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Now I see that I am very much alive, and heaven has been brought to me.

·       Sorry, but you owe me a drink. [Why?] Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine.

·       Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.

·       You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?

·       Can I have directions? [To where?] To your heart.

·       Do you have a BandAid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.

·       Be unique and different, say yes.

·       Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.

·       I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way.

·       Fascinating. I’ve been looking at your eyes all night long, 'cause I’ve never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them.

·       Most people like to watch the Olympics, because they only happen once every 4 years, but I’d rather talk to you cause the chance of meeting someone so special only happens once in a lifetime.

·       You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.

·       You shouldn’t wear makeup. It’s messing with perfection!

·       If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand.

·       If a thousand painters worked for a thousand years, they could not create a work of art as beautiful as you.

·       You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

·       Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged!

·       I was wondering if you had an extra heart mine seems to have been stolen

·       Smoking is hazardous to your health… and baby, you’re killing me!

·       There isn’t a word in the dictionary for how good you look.

·       Me without you is like a nerd without braces, A shoe without laces, aSentenceWithoutSpaces

·       Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?

·       When I’m older, I’ll look back at all of my crowning memories, and I’ll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married, and the day that I met you.

·       Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see!

·       I must be a snowflake, because I’ve fallen for you.

·       There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.

·       Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be what they call FINE PRINT!

·       You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.

·       Do you have a twin sister? Then you must be the most beautiful girl in the world!

·       You look beautiful today, just like every other day.

·       Excuse me, but I think I dropped something. MY JAW!

·       If you were a booger I’d pick you first.

·       Do you know what I did last night? I looked up at the stars, and matched each one with a reason why I love you.

·       Excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. Oh wait, it’s just a sparkle.

·       If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?

·       If this bar is a meat market, you must be the prime rib.

·       Are you lost ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.

·       I’m fighting the urge to make you the happiest woman on earth tonight.

·       My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can’t hold it in.

·       Hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.

·       Hey baby you’re so fine you make me stutter, wha-wha-what’s your name?

·       I bet you $20 you’re gonna turn me down.

·       I’m not actually this tall. I’m sitting on my wallet.

·       Do you have the time? [Tells you the time] No, the time to write down my number?

·       Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?

·       Hey… Didn’t I see your name in the dictionary under “Shazaam!”?

·       Rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death! So for my health and yours, JUST SAY YES!

·       I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?

·       Hello are you married? [Yes] Well I didn’t hear you say “happily”.

·       You are like a candy bar: half sweet and half nuts.

·       Excuse me, but does this smell like chloroform to you?

·       Hello how are you? [Fine] Hey, I didn’t ask you how you looked!

·       How was heaven when you left it?

·       Did you fart, cause you blew me away.

·       I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?

·       Hey… somebody farted. Let’s get out of here.

·       I didn’t know that angels could fly so low!

·       There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you.

·       You are so fine, I wish I could plant you and grow a whole field of you!

·       Is your last name Gillette? Because you are the best a man can get.

·       Is your name “swiffer”? 'Cause you just swept me off my feet.

·       Excuse me, but you dropped something back there" (What?) “This conversation, lets pick it up later tonight.

·       Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?

·       Are you cold? You look like you could use some hot chocolate… Well, here I am!

·       If stars would fall everytime I would think of you, the sky would soon be empty.

·       You know, Dr. Phil says I’m afraid of commitment…Want to help prove him wrong?

·       Your lips look so lonely…. Would they like to meet mine?

·       Baby, you’re so sweet, you put Hershey’s outta business.

·       Can I buy you a drink or do you just want the money?

·       Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?

·       So there you are! I’ve been looking all over for YOU, the woman of my dreams!

·       Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?

·       Inheriting eighty million bucks doesn’t mean much when you have a weak heart.

·       You see my friend over there? [Point to friend] He wants to know if YOU think I’M cute.

·       The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name.

·       Excuse me, I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I noticed you too.

·       (As she is leaving) Hey aren’t you forgetting something? (What?) Me!

·       Somebody better call God, cuz heaven’s missing an angel!

·       Can I borrow a quarter? ["What for?”] I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the man/woman of my dreams.

·       I’m Mr. Right, someone said you were looking for me?

·       If I were a transplant surgeon, I’d give you my heart.

·       Are you Willy Wonka’s daughter, 'cuz you look sweet and delicious.

·       If you were a transformer, you’d be a HOT-obot, and your name would be Optimus Fine.

·       Do you remember me? [No.] Oh that’s right, we’ve only met in my dreams.

·       Did it hurt? (Did what hurt?) When you fell out of heaven?

·       I’m sorry, were you talking to me? [No] Well then, please start.

·       I play the field, and it looks like I just hit a home run with you.

·       I’m new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?

·       If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put 'U’ and 'I’ together.

·       If you were a tear in my eye I would not cry for fear of losing you.

·       My lenses turn dark in the sunshine of your love.

·       Was you father an alien? Because there’s nothing else like you on Earth!

·       What time do you have to be back in heaven?

·       Wouldn’t we look cute on a wedding cake together?

·       Your daddy must have been a baker, because you’ve got a nice set of buns.

·       Your legs must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all night.

·       [Point at her ass] Pardon me, is this seat taken?

·       Was your father a thief? 'Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.

·       [Look at her shirt label.] When they say, “What are you doing?” You respond: “Yep! Made in heaven!”

·       Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.

·       You know how they say skin is the largest organ on the human body? Not in my case.

·       My name isn’t Elmo, but you can tickle me any time you want to.

·       You be the Dairy Queen and I’ll be your Burger King: You treat me right, and I’ll do it your way.

·       (Ask a person for the time) 9:15? So today is May 1, 2008, at 9:15 PM, thanks I just wanted to be able to remember the exact moment that I met the woman of my dreams.

·       Pinch me. [Why?] You’re so fine I must be dreaming.

·       if I had to choose between breathing or loving you, I would say “I love you” with my last breath!

·       Ouch! My tooth hurts! [Why?] Because you are soooo sweet!

·       I’m not trying to impress you or anything, but… I’m Batman!

·       You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.

·       Do you know karate? Because your body is really kickin’.

·       When God made you, he was showing off.

·       You must be a Snickers, because you satisfy me.

·       Is your dad a terrorist? Because you are the bomb.

·       You’re like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life!

·       Baby, you are so fine I could put you on a plate and sop you up with a biscuit.

·       Is there a rainbow today? I just found the treasure I’ve been searching for!

·       Hey, is it just me, or are we destined to be married?

·       Hello. Are you taking any applications for a boy/girlfriend?

·       I have an “owie” on my lip. Will you kiss it and make it better?

·       Let’s make like a fabric softener and 'Snuggle

·       I didn’t see any stars in the sky tonight, the most heavenly body was standing right next to me.

·       Hi, my name is Doug. That’s “god” spelled backwards with a little bit of you wrapped up in it.

·       (Put your fingers on the other’s nipples) Hey, here’s (name), comin’ at you with the weather. Can I be your warm front?

·       How much does a polar bear weigh? [How much?] Enough to break the ice… Hi, I’m (insert name here).

·       Well, I AM telepathic, and I can tell that you love me. Right? [NO!] Darn, I always get “love” and “lust” mixed up.

·       Should I smile because we are friends, or cry because I know that is what we will ever be?

·       When I look into your eyes, it is like a gateway into the world of which I want to be a part.

·       Hey baby. You got a jersey? [A jersey?…Why?] Because I need your name and number.

·       Hello, I’m doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines. So, do you pick 'Do you come here often?’, 'What’s your sign?’, or 'Hello, I’m doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines.’?

·       (hold out hand) Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk?

·       This time next year let’s be laughing together.

·       Is your last name Whitman, because I want to sample you.

·       Let me tie your shoes, cause I dont want you falling for anyone else.

·       On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9. I’m the 1 you need.

·       Most guys need 3 meals a day to keep going… I just need eye contact from you.

·       I wish I was cross-eyed, so I could see you twice.

·       Are you a beaver? Cause dam!

·       Do I know you? Cause you look just like my next girlfriend.

·       Is your father Lil Caeser? Cause you look Hot 'n Ready.

·       I could use some spare change and you’re a dime.

·       I’m no mathematician, but I’m pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, Give me yours and watch what I can do with it.

·       Didn’t I see you on the cover of Vogue?

·       Excuse me, I don’t want you to think I’m ridiculous or anything, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you.

·       Have you always been this cute, or did you have to work at it?

·       Hey, don’t I know you? Yeah, you’re the girl with the beautiful smile.

·       Was your father a mechanic? Then how did you get such a finely tuned body?

·       I have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. So, would you smile for me?

·       I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!

·       I just had to come talk with you. Sweetness is my weakness.

·       I think I can die happy now, cause I’ve just seen a piece of heaven.

·       I sneezed because God blessed me with you.

·       Nice to meet you, I’m (your name) and you are…gorgeous!

·       Was your dad king for a day? He must have been to make a princess like you.

·       Were your parents Greek Gods, 'cause it takes two gods to make a goddess.

·       What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room?

·       What’s that on your face? Oh, must just be beauty. Here, let me get it off. Hey, it’s not coming off!

·       Wow! Are those real?

·       Ya know, you look really hot! You must be real reason for global warming.

·       You are the reason men fall in love.

·       You know the more I drink, the prettier you get!

·       You know, I would die happy if I saw you naked just once!

·       If you were ground coffee, you’d be Espresso cause you’re so fine.

·       You better call Life Alert, 'cause I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.

·       You know, you might be asked to leave soon. You’re making the other women look really bad.

·       You look like my third wife. [how many time have you been married?] Twice.

·       You should be someone’s wife.

·       Were you in Boy Scouts? Because you sure have tied my heart in a knot.

·       Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside?

·       I want to be your tear drop, so I could be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.

·       Babe! you look so fine I could drink your bath water!

·       You’re so hot you would make the devil sweat.

·       If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I would be walking through my garden forever.

·       Hi, I’m writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you?

·       Girl, if I were a fly, I’d be all over you, because you’re the shit!

·       Hey, how did you do that? (What?) Look so good?

·       Damn girl, you have more curves than a race track.

·       If you stood in front of a mirror and help up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.

·       If God made anything more beautiful than you, I’m sure he’d keep it for himself.

·       You are so beautiful that I would marry your brother just to get into your family.

·       You look like a cool glass of refreshing water, and I am the thirstiest man in the world.

·       Are you a tamale? 'Cause you’re hot.

·       You are so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to shine.

·       Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (hold up a mirror)

·       Do you bleach your teeth? 'Cause your smile lights up the entire room like a candle in the dark. Let’s go prove it.

·       Your ass is so nice that it is a shame that you have to sit on it.

·       Someone should call the police, because you just stole my heart!

·       Stop, drop, and roll, baby. You are on fire.

·       Baby, you’re so hot, you make the equator look like the north pole.

·       Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.

·       If it weren’t for that DAMNED sun, you’d be the hottest thing ever created.

·       How is your fever? [What fever?] Oh… you just look hot to me.

·       I just got dumped, and I think that you could make me feel better.

·       (Walk up to someone and bite them anywhere) Sorry, taking a bite out of crime. [WHAT?] Well it has to be illegal to look that good!

·       You are a 9 - you’d be a perfect 10 if you were with me.

·       Excuse me, I’d like to have kids someday, and I wanted to know how your parents created such a beautiful creature.

·       You’re so hot, I bet you could light a candle at 10 paces.

·       I can’t believe I’ve been hear the entire evening with all these beautiful people and the moment I find 'The One’, all I have time to say is “good bye”.

·       Hey baby, you’ve got something on your butt - my eyes!

·       This isn’t a beer belly, It'a a fuel tank for a love machine.

·       I don’t know you, but I think I love you already.

·       Here’s the key to my house, my car… and my heart.

·       if we shared a garden, I’d put my tulips and your tulips together. (tulips = two lips)

·       If I had to choose between one night with you or winning the lottery…I would chose winning the lottery…but it would be close…real close…

·       Do you have any sunscreen? 'Cause you are burning me up!

·       See these keys? I wish I had the one to your heart.

·       Stare at girl . (“What’re you staring at?”) You, Before I Wake Up From this Dream.

·       You’re hotter than donut grease.

·       Your eyes are as blue as window cleaner.

·       Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world.

·       If you were a burger at McDonalds, you’d be McGorgeous.

·       Are your parents retarded, 'cause you sure are special.

·       If you could put a price tag on beauty you’d be worth more than Fort Knox.

·       I must be dancing with the devil, because you’re hot as hell.

·       I never need to see the sun again because your eyes light up my world.

·       If you were a steak you would be well done.

·       It’s dark in here. Wait! It’s because all of the light is shining on you.

·       Is your name Katrina? [No, why?] 'Cuz baby, you rock me like a hurricane!

·       Can you pull this heart-shaped arrow out of my butt? A damn little kid with wings shot me.

·       Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back.

Oh happy Sundays

Request from: I’M SO SORRY! Don’t remember who requested this (probably bc it’s been waaaay too long since i wrote://). It may be a comment/request from my Wattpad though… Oh well: here it is;)

Fandom: The Flash
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader
BTW:Don’t know exactly when this is set, but I’m writing 1st POV, and I don’t think I nailed that

Category: Falling in love
017: “A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”

A/N: So this will be in 1st POV, pretty much because I haven’t done that in AGES! Just: before you start to read, I want to tell you that everything I post is un-edited! (random much?)

I was late – again. My backpack grew heavy as I and my bicycle turned the corner towards a familiar path to the library. The dark clouds over me slowly began to leak, and cooperating with the strong wind, my hair would soon get way worse than it already was. Once I reached my destination, I rapidly locked my transportation outside among the others and jogged into the majestic building before I could catch a cold.

“Running late again, dear?” My eldest friend, Fanny, said as I rushed into the staff’s room.
“Yes Mrs. F, who’s arrived?” I asked while pulling off my coat and hung it over the sofa. 
“Oh, I’m sure the parents remember your punctuality, hun,” she went over and took my coat to its right place, as I misplaced my gloves and beanie at the table, which she soon corrected for me.
“Great, so everyone’s here then?” I ask, my feet moving towards the door.
“I believe so, now don’t forget your backpack!” She saved me, and I bolted back to her and then out the door, throwing a ‘Thanks!’ over my shoulder to her.

“Last time we finished reading “Peter Pan”, I told you guys to pick your favorite part of the book until next time – which is today,” I told the little gang of six-year-olds, whom all looked up at me with concentrated looks. To my statement, their little heads nodded in agreement, and small smiles broke on some of the faces.
“I also asked you to come up with ideas for a new book. Anyone who want to share?” I saw nine out of nine hands shoot up in the air, and smiled to them all.

“So until next time, little ones: read chapter two with your parents and be prepared to talk a bit about it. I can’t wait to see you again next Sunday!” Once the words were out there, all the kids ran off to their waiting parents. I got some ‘Good bye’s from both adults and children until the only ones left were Mrs. F, some regulars, little Tony and myself.

“Hi Tony, who’s picking you up today?” I asked the little Latino.
“My uncle Cisco, miss Y/N. Daddy and mommy are away for a week,” he answered briefly. His tone made me sympathise with him, which was the reason of my next sentence.
“Well, how do you feel like joining me to get something good to eat while we wait?” I asked with a playful smile. 
“Yes!” he made a little jump before we walked over to the place I made him promise to keep secret. 

“My uncle is smart, and funny, and make really cool stuff!” After his third cookie, Tony had opened up to the fullest and was now telling me about his late uncle.
“Oh, well what-” Before I can finish my sentence, the boy next to me bounce up from the staircase we sit on.
“Uncle Cisco! Uncle Cisco! Why are you late, why didn’t you come when I was done?” The boy jumped up and down, his energy at level 200.
“Sorry, my brother didn’t tell me I was picking him up,” he ignored Tony and gave me an apologetic smile.
“Stuff like that happens, bye Tony! Remember read a chapter unti next time,” I smiled at the little guy.
“Bye miss Y/N!”

Later that week, assignments made my life so much more stressful that the book club on Sunday got harder to imagine. This would be my finishing year with Biology, and my grades had to be top notch. So when I read my clock 4:53, my heart almost stopped. I jumped out of my seat from my notes and ran out the door – quickly taking my computer with me. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late, guys!” I excused myself when I got to the reading circle. Lucky me, six-year-olds are easy to win over with tasty cookies.
“Let’s start reading alright? But first, we have to see if anyone want to tell me what happened in the last chapter!” 
“Didn’t you read miss Y/N?” One of the girls asked.
“Why yes I did, but you know… maybe someone else forgot…” I tried to hide the truth behind my lie, which just made the youngsters laugh. 

“Hey Tony, your uncle going to pick you up again?” I asked him when all the others were gone. The little boy grinned at me.
“Yes, he’s really funny to be around,”
“He is?” I was so grateful Tony was a chatty kid, if there’s something I’m bad at it’s small talk. 
“Yes, and he taught me how to make a car! And he let me use his spin-chair, and he is really cool, because he let me use his hammer. And then he didn’t get mad when I broke his- uncle Cisco!” He interrupted his own ramble and took off to his latino uncle, leaving me to my Biology. 

Throughout the next week, I spent all my days at the library – working both on my studies and with Fanny. In spite of that, I still managed to arrive in my circle of little friends late. I put on my backpack, and jogged towards the noise, though it only took my clumsy feet ten seconds before I bumped into someone.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” I blurt out over my shoulder, and continued to run, not getting to see the handsome guy’s face, nor his longing stare after me and my running body.

For some odd reason, I did not have anything bad to say about Monday mornings. Unlike every other human body on Earth, I enjoyed them. The peaceful walk over to school with nothing else but myself to worry about. It was also the time of the day where my daydreams caught up with me. That may have been the reason I didn’t hear the man’s warning voice.
“Coming through, coming through!” I turned the corner and didn’t get to take another step before my butt hit the pavement. All my books scattered around me and a shadow blocked the morning sun.

“I’m so sorry, didn’t hear you,” I said at the same time the man apologized for running into me. Deciding to look into his eyes, I lifted my head as I rose up from the ground. When I met his warm, welcoming, green eyes, my knees weakened and for the second time that day, my butt greeted the ground with a thud.
“Oh let me help you with that!” His words stumbled from his lips and he put down his briefcase.

“Uh, th-thank you,” I manage to stutter after he helped me up and gave me my books. Through all of the five seconds he had squatted down to my level and picked up my books, all I could do was to stare at him. He was just so cute, so handsome, and oddly familiar – as if I had seen him for a split second a long time ago. 
“Oh, uh it was the least I could do,” he said, scrathing the back of his head, his hands going through his brown hair. “I mean, I kind of ran you over,” I smile at him once he said that. As if I had poured a bucket of ice cold water over his head, the green eyes widened, and looked at his watch.
“Shoot, I’m late to the scene,”
“Scene? As in crime scene?” I wanted to ask. I wanted to just stop all time, stop the earth from spinning, I wanted to talk to this stunning, adorable man all day. 
“Oh, well see you around!” I said, and he nodded with a smile before he took off. 

The rest of the day, my words kept haunting me. ‘See you around’! That was the absolute weirdest thing to say! I didn’t even know his name! Something else that I didn’t know, was that the nameless man kept thinking about me the rest of the day as well.

Though eventually, we did see each other around. It was Wednesday, about a month since my meet with Mr. Green – as I decided to call him. Finals were coming, and I had spent both days and nights at the library, Mrs. F even brought me dinner and breakfast at times. 

I was so concentrated on my notes that I didn’t notice the chair next to me getting occupied.
“So you study biology…” When I heard Green’s voice, my head snapped up. When I didn’t say anything, a nervous chuckle escaped his mouth. To avoid the soon-to-be awkward tension, I let my lips improvise.
“So, you come here often?” Would I transform into an idiot each time I talked to him? Though the ice-breaker did it’s job, and he smiled at me.
“Not really,”
“So just to talk to girls, then,” I mentally slapped myself. What kind of emotional roller coaster was I on? How could my personality change that fast? Though it did make him laugh. I think my heart melted.
“Not really, no,”
“Well, if you are looking for some time to kill, I lead a book club for kindergarteners at Sundays 5pm, we’re soon at the last chapter of Matilda” at that moment, I swore to never ever let my mouth take control ever again. Oh how much I wanted that awkward tension right now.

That Sunday, I didn’t know if I wanted Green to come or not. Half of me wanted to see him again, I wanted to get to know him better, I wanted us to become something – I just didn’t want to lose him, which was weird because I only talked to him twice. The other half of me wanted him to forget me and hoped for him to just disappear. I didn’t want him to remember me as the weird girl. If he thought bad of me, all I would want was for him to forget me completely, and for me to forget him. And one couldn’t forget a guy one saw too much.

Oddly enough for me, I arrived at the circle, ready and steady, 4:55. I felt my heart quicken its pace and my body stiffen each time I heard footsteps get closer to me. And when the familiar, young faces came over and sat down on each of their spots, I began to lose hope. My heart took a break and my shoulders fell down to their comfortable height. 
“Who’s ready for the end of Matilda today?” I asked with a grin.

’Matilda leapt into Miss Honey’s arms and hugged her, and Miss Honey hugged her back, and then the mother and father and brother were inside the car and the car was pulling away with the tyres screaming. The brother gave a wave through the rear window, but the other two didn’t even look back. Miss Honey was still hugging the tiny girl in her arms and neither of them said a word as they stood there watching the big black car tearing round the corner at the end of the road and disappearing for ever into the distance.’” I closed the book and saw all of the toothless smiles around me. Right when I was about to ask what they thought, a certain someone beat me to it.
“I don’t know about you guys, but a fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face,.” My eyes wandered over to where the sound came from. And right in front of me, about six meters away, sat the green eyed man with a copy in his hands.

“Barry! Barry, can we leave soon? Barry, please?” Tony jumped up and down next to Green, which I soon figured out was barry Allen, ‘uncle Cisco’s friend/colleague and CSI forensic scientist.
“Yeah, Tony I just have to talk to Y/N,” Y/N? He knew my name? Attempting to hide my confuse and red cheeks, I smiled at the boy.
“Why don’t you go check if Mrs. F have any of those delicious cookies?” When he heard the word ‘cookie’, Tony ran over to my old friend.

“So you know my name?” I asked once little T was out of range. Like my own cheeks, Barry’s ears turned slightly pink, and his eyes darted down to my shoes.
“Uhm… yeah,” seeing him nervous made my confidence rise a bit. Just knowing that he also might feel a bit shy was reassuring. 
“Well, I find that very cute, Barry Allen,” his face lifted, and the warm eyes met my welcoming ones.
“Good, uhm, you know that happy ending kind of made me want one too. Uh… are you free next Friday? Maybe we could go grab something to eat, or..?” His left hand reached his neck and he gave me a questioning look, waiting for my answer.
“Yes! Yeah, that would be great!”
“Cool. I’ll call you?” He asked, and I nodded, forgetting that we hadn’t exchanged numbers.

“Wait!” I called after my Friday-date as he and Tony were halfway out the door. They both turned around, and I managed to stop centimeters from Barry’s face. I quickly gave him a piece of paper followed up by a boldly kiss on the cheek.
“See you around,” I bit my lip and marched back to my books. Now it was just to sit back down and take in and cope with my own happy ending. To understand what just happened.


A/N: OK, so I don’t like writing in this POV. AND I’m sorry if I got a bit carried away, there’s just sometimes in here when I could relate too much to the character (which I don’t like authors doing) so… Well, it’s very late, so i’m just going to post this and maybe do some SMALL editing tomorrow. NIGHT GUYS!

Nate and His New Girl (Part 2)

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The night sky was making its daily rounds and slowly cloaking parts of the world with its usual black blanket. Faintly freckled colors of splattered white paint danced amongst the dark canvas.

You turn around and in front of you is a living room full of happy people talking with each other, dancing, and even singing together. However, despite the joyous scene that laid blatantly in front of you, you couldn’t help but think about what happened over two month ago when you last saw Nate with a new girl in his arms, key word being last. But this wasn’t just “a new girl” anymore. This was his girl. She’s still around and she’s in that very same living room right now amongst all your other friends - John, Emily, Johnson, Gilinsky, Madison, Kenny, Nash, and many more. Sam, on the other hand, stayed his distance from the girl since the beginning. He’s been the only one who’s known about your confused feelings for Nate, the only one who knows how much it must kill you to see Nate with another girl. And no matter how many times you told Sam not to worry about you, he just never listened.

So much has changed, you thought. You no longer receive those usual text messages of his, the ones where he’d tell you he was hungry and asked if you wanted to grab a bite to eat with him, the ones where he’d ask for your opinion on a verse for the song he’d be writing up, or even the little random ones like how he was still awake in bed at 4 AM in the morning, sometimes even thinking about you. No more silly snapchats, no more phone calls, no more hanging out, none of that. All the little things you realized you took for granted lessened to zero over the course of 8 mere weeks. You lost your best friend. But no, what hurt the most was the fact that Nate seemed to be okay, as if he hadn’t been affected by anything, as if he doesn’t even notice that your friendship with him has almost become literally nonexistent. It’s not like you wanted him to grovel at your feet for your friendship to come back, but some acknowledgement of the abandonment would have been nice.

Your train of thought ran off its track when you heard the sound of bushes rustling through this still night. “Hello?” you shifted your view to the direction of the noise. “Is someone there?”

No response.

“Okaaay,” you sang. “Don’t expect me to share this apple cider with you then!”

Slowly rounding the corner, a dark silhouette appears. You couldn’t make out who it was in the dim lighting, but the closer he came, the more apparent it was whom the figure’d belonged to. “Hey,” the familiar voice chuckled. “Nice tactic to get a guy to come out, apple cider and all.”

“Nate,” you lightly gasp in disbelief. Your eyes became wildly dilated. At a loss for words, you stare absentmindedly at the boy you have not seen in what feels like forever, the boy who now stands directly in front of you, but not without noticing a difference in his appearance at first. His beard has slightly grown out, stubbles mapping his face. His hair finally able in a bun, indicating his goal of also growing that out. The mediocre lighting showed barely that much.

Nate took a seat next to you on the table bench. The space he created between your bodies made it clear that things weren’t the same as before. There was now a rift in this barely salvageable friendship, but oh, how you yearned for things to go back to the way they were.

“Hey, lil mama,” he softly greeted.

Your heart jumped at the sound of the forgotten nickname, catching you off guard and making you fumble with your words. “I, uh, I- I… Hi…”

Looking up at what you’ve been staring at for the past 7 minutes, he asked, “What are you doing out here and not in there?”

“Um, I’m not sure,” you replied with a better flow. “Taking a breather, I guess. Why aren’t you in there? In fact, how long have you been here for? I thought you weren’t supposed to come until later on tonight…” An information you got from Sam in order to avoid a bump-in with Nate.

“I just got here. I had some things to sort out at the studio, but I finished it early. Anyways, forget about me. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, (Y/N),” he smiled.

“Yeah, well, I could say the same about you,” you laughed dryly to yourself.

“What was that?” Nate asked, now too focused on the trickling stars.

You shook your head, solemnly responding, “Nothing.” Without a word to him, you then push yourself off the bench and headed towards the door, earning a puzzling reaction from Nate.

“Where’re you going?” he tilted his head.

“Inside.”

“How come? Weren’t we just talking?”

For every second he kept you from escaping the situation, your irritability grew ten times stronger. Then, out of absolute impulse, you blurted out what rang loud in your mind: “Because, Nate, if I stay another second out here with you, my head is gonna explode!” You quickly covered your mouth when it registered to you that you actually said that out loud.

Just as completely baffled as you were by the abrupt statement, Nate shoots up from the bench that he loses his balance for a moment. “Woah, woah, woah. Wait, what? What was that, (Y/N)?”

“I mean, um, I- I didn’t- I didn’t mean… Dammit, Nate!” you groaned knowing you couldn’t go back on what you said. It was incredibly infuriating to know how he was the only one who could make you this confused and disoriented. “Nothing, okay? Just forget I said anything.” As you attempted to walk away once more, Nate grabbed you by the arm.

“No, no, not ‘okay,’ and no, I can’t ‘forget’ you said anything. What the hell, (Y/N)? Are you mad at me or something? How would that even make sense when we haven’t even seen each other the past couple of weeks?”

“What the-?! What-?! Are you-?! Are you serious, Maloley?! Please tell me you’re not serious because if you are, th- Oh, my gosh, you know what? Just drop it, you won’t get it anyways.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you Nate? Did you turn into me? Can you read my mind? I didn’t know you picked up the power to read people’s mind!” he rambled on sarcastically. “If I don’t get it, then explain it to me, (Y/N), instead of leaving me hang and dry like you were about to do!”

“Explain? Explain?! After all this time, now you want an explanation? And no shit you didn’t know! You wouldn’t know if I really did, or anything else for that matter, because the last time I saw you was two freaking months ago! Two, Nate, two! That’s more than ‘a couple of weeks’ don’t you think?!” you yelled until your throat burned. “I mean, did you even notice at all?…” your eyes grew worriedly soft, your voice now trying to catch its breath by panting.

His mouth opened as if he were going to say something, but his words quickly retreated as soon as he closed his trap. Although finally, he said something that made you secretly relieved, yet completely aggravated at the same time. “I… I did notice, (Y/N). How could I not?” He then saunters back to the bench. “Maybe you’re right,” he spoke, turning back around to face you at a distance. “Let’s forget any of this happened. You won’t get it, too,” he lightly muttered.

“Okay,” you simply replied.

You pivot back to the door only to see the living room’s demeanor entirely changed. No one was dancing or talking anymore, no one was having fun. Instead, everybody was staring out into the dully lit patio where you and Nate had been fighting for the past few minutes. The expressions on their faces were amusing. Some people had their mouths gaped wide open, some used their hand to cover them, and some had a blank expression, not able to comprehend the true extent to the quarrel that just took place. Then there was Kelsey who was downright confused, as she should be, but Sam…

Sam stood out the most. His sight shifted back and forth with uneasy haste, eyes saddened with immense pain to see his two close friends who go amazingly well together fighting like this. He then locks eyes on you, like he knew what exactly went down but needed to see you to confirm it.

Seeing that it was your cue to move on, you took a moment to gather yourself together before entering the space. When ready, you finally opened the door, and in exhaustion, walked past the room full of silent people with not an explanation to your lips besides, “I’m sorry. Please excuse me.”

Sam darts outside to catch up to you and steps in front of your path before you even get the chance to reach for the car door.

“I’m not in the mood right now,” you sighed, trying to dodge him aside, but he matched your moves. “Samuel!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m never in the mood to see two of my best fucking friends fighting with each other like this. Shit, man! Everything’s so messed up,” he groaned loudly, rubbing his face with harsh force. “You guys can’t keep running away from this, you know that? Sooner or later, you two are gonna have to find a way to make up.”

“Why? Why do you care so much about what happens to me and Nate? It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Because, (Y/N)!” Sam bursted out. “It’s you and Nate, for crying out loud! How is it that everybody else can see how perfect you guys are for each other, yet, you two can’t?”

"Things change,” you shrugged your shoulders, finalizing the conversation. “Goodnight, Samuel.” 

“Goodnight, (Y/N)…,” he muttered unhappily as you eventually got inside your car.  

With a mind intruded by unwanted thoughts, you set off to go back to the comforts of your own home.

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A/N: What’d you guys think? (: Any feedback is much appreciated! Of course there will be a part 3, but just like this one, I’m unsure of when that will be out also. However, you can keep posted by checking out my master list down there; it’s always updated with the every imagine I post.

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