i mean i actually wanted to punch her in the face just for her smiling

The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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IMPORTANT THINGS IN THE BOOTLEG

Jeremy’s massive thing of Aveeno and tissues. Same.

Will Connolly has nice legs.

Jeremy tucks in his shirt? What a nerd.

The choreography in More Than Survive is legendary.

Chloe is an asshole. Also, I’m pretty sure Jeremy was going to defend Jenna? Good boy.

Jeremy is so gleeful when he sees the sign up sheet? Fuck everyone who says he only signed up for Christine- this boy clearly wanted to do it, he was just too scared to go for it.

The sad look as he realizes that the signup is just going to end in humiliation.

CHRISTINE’S LIP BALM??? Get moisturized!

IS MY MACBOOK PRO HARD DRIVE

Brooke’s hair is gorgeous.

Jeremy bops along to Michael’s rap, which is adorable. It also shows that he’s only really comfortable around him- compare Jeremy in the chorus of More Than Survive, where he’s flailing and totally unable to keep with the choreography to Two Player Game, where he and Michael are completely in sync.

Handshake is repeated in Two Player Game! Motif confirmed!

Speaking of which, Michael himself is totally with the choreography. I think this can be taken as either him accepting his place in the hierarchy, or at least having the social skills to navigate it. Either way, it makes sense that he has trouble relating to Jeremy’s frustration with fitting in- in his own way, he already does.

Also, the prop and scene transitions are fantastic? The entire set is ridiculously versatile, and it’s incredible how seamless the transitions are and how they blend into the dancing. Also, the fucking sky bean bags. Who do you think had to stand up on the catwalks and drop those? I wanna know.

At 7:40 we have some quality hand flapping action? I mean, this entire scene is great- Jeremy stands up straighter and looks so genuinely excited, and he runs up to the poster, so ready to get genuinely into this play… and then Rich calls him gay and publically humiliates him.

Speaking of Rich, he’s kind of a dick in this, isn’t he? I mean, the whole bullying thing definitely is not a mild issue- Rich spends most of his time attacking Jeremy. At 2:40 he straight up punches Jeremy in the nuts, he actually lays hands on him during the “BOYF” scene, and when he’s singing to him, at one point he’s clearly about to punch him. Hard.

Speaking of that moment, I want to point out Jeremy’s instantaneous reaction to Rich raising his hand. That’s not a normal reaction. Normal people block their faces, obviously, but the way Jeremy automatically does it before Rich even finishes raising his hand, that’s not normal. That’s what people do when they’ve been hit. A lot.

Anyways, Michael is amazing? Such a supportive friend. So many good friendly touches. 9:45’s little face pat, and the entirety of Two Player Game stick out.

“WELL I’M JEREMY!”

And lemme talk about I Love Play Rehearsal too. I love Christine, and she’s so amazingly extra in everything she does. I also love how happy Jeremy is listening to her, even if he’s too nervous to talk, and how Christine is totally cool with that! They have a lot of great chemistry in this!

I also love how it’s absolutely obvious that Christine is horrible at reading the room and is constantly unaware of the innuendos she’s making. My beautiful, oblivious daughter.

And, she’s so comfortable with him! You go girl! Shout at the sweaty man!

Jeremy is a ball of spastic energy. Constantly. I can relate.

Shout out to Jeremy putting his hands over his lap. It’s okay man. We all have boners for Christine.

Jeremy’s little smile during her song? It’s adorable. 100% wholesome. He’s so in love.

And Christine poking his… like, everywhere? Cute as hell.

And for that matter, Jeremy’s nervous tic of smoothing down his hair? Really cute. He does it a lot too!

Jake is apparently also on the Frisbee Golf Team. Make of that what you will.

Mr. Reyes hugging Christine. Quality comforting. My poor daughter, who then proceeds to harass him during the Hot Pocket Break. Perfect girl.

She also seems really hesitant initially with Jake. Her body language is very much “Leave me alone please.”

Jeremy has canonically had to go to the nurse over breakdowns.

Rich has seen Mr. Reyes urinate. This isn’t important, but like. It happened. Why.

Rich spends the entire discussion before his song urinating while rolling his hips. And doesn’t wash his hands. Then puts said hands all over Jeremy. Jeremy has indirectly touched Rich’s dick.

Rich’s lisp comes back when he shouts at Jeremy, then he slaps himself. Damn, that’s heartbreaking.

Also, irrelevant to Rich, but Jeremy’s hands are in his pockets 85% of the time. Like a bisexual penguin.

Rich at 20:33 keeps touching Jeremy’s face. He still has not washed his hands.

AGAIN, RICH WAS ABOUT TO SERIOUSLY FUCK UP JEREMY’S FACE, AND FROM HIS IMMEDIATE, REFLEXIVE REACTION, WE CAN TELL THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE.

Please, someone make a tutorial for the SQUIP hand gestures. I love them.

Rich makes Jeremy stand straight. Foreshadowing much?

When Rich sings “Rule!” at 22:25, he does the rising fist motion from Pitiful Children.

Jeremy’s flailing at 23:09, beautiful anxious deer child. He’s beauty, he is grace, he’s gonna shove a SQUIP in his face.

“Aren’t you gonna wash your hands?”

Rich flashing Jeremy while he shouts about how the SQUIP makes it so he doesn’t get piss on his hands.

Rich is a nasty boy.

Jeremy’s reprise of the SQUIP Song is great.

YEET

Michael has reentered the narrative and they both sound so happy to see each other.

Beanbags, our twin heavenly Lords and Saviors, are made with space fabric.

Jeremy and Michael move in perfect tandem, like holy shit. They straight up swap controllers for a bit and keep playing as they talk and dance and annoy each other? Incredible.

This is the most wholesome thing I’ve ever seen. So full of holes.

Michael tickles Jeremy? GOOD SHIT.

Jeremy steals Michael’s controller and his face has such glee. So playful. So pure.

Friendly reminder that part of the reason Jeremy took the SQUIP and kept obeying it was fear of become his father- depressed and negligent.

The awkward hell of having to stare at Mr. Heere’s crotch. Every time he shows up. Jeremy, I feel your pain.

Mr. Heere goes in for the hair tussle and is brutally rejected by his son. In general, Jeremy is really upset by his parents, both his dad and his deadbeat mom.

Michael is super insecure.

Honestly, this whole thing is like watching the build up to a tragedy. It’s honestly unnerving to now Jeremy’s going to get the living shit kicked out of him.

Jeremy flipping Michael off at 29:07 is my aesthetic.

Rich and Jake helping with the scene transitions are amazing.

Michael’s constant glaring at Spooky Stock Boy is legendary. Quality moral support here.

Every Time Jeremy’s voice cracks, I triple in power.

The robotic backup singers and theremin during Stock Boy’s reprise are my sexuality.

Tag yourself, I’m massive hat lady.

“Minty?”

MICHAEL IS SO FUCKING HYPED FOR THAT PEPSI, DAMN SON.

More quality Jer-flaps at 34:23.

JEREMY’S SEIZURE. HOLY SHIT MY SON IS IN PAIN. ALL WHUMP IS CANON.

I mean, seriously, that’s an actual goddamn seizure. That’s horrifying.

NO JENNA DON’T RECORD JEREMY DYING, GET FUCKING MEDICAL ATTENTION.

Christine is so fucking worried, and she pushes Jake away for making fun of Jeremy. I love her.

ERIC’S HERE BITCHES.

anonymous asked:

heres a prompt if u were interested: neil being oblivious when flirted with constantly while andrew doing nothing, passing by, twirling his racquet is enough to get neil's attention (the rest of the foxes smirk)

“You’re all zoned out,” Matt says in her ear. Dan tips him immediately backwards with a hand to the chest.

“Shush,” she tells him, gritted through the straw she’s worrying between her teeth. She ran out of the watered-down pepsi they’re serving in battered plastic jugs a half hour ago.

“Dan.”

“Shush,” she insists, pressing two fingers to his mouth. She’s watching Neil trying to fill his water cup over at the far side of the banquet hall. He’s hovering in that way he does, like a shark who hasn’t figured out if something’s food yet.

There’s this sweet brown-eyed boy trying to talk to him, possibly the only male cheerleader in the room, certainly the least in the loop about Exy gossip. Dan watches him touch Neil’s arm and Neil jerks backwards into the table, toppling an entire icy water jug so it slops onto the floor and seeps through the tablecloth to the dark wood underneath.

Heads pop up, the boy falls all over himself to pour Neil a new glass, and Neil wanders off, bored.

Dan has noticed that people really want Neil to have a heart of gold. They like the news stories and they want them for themselves. They want the seams showing on his face and the tragedy in his back pocket, and they want to show everyone how accepting they are for finding his scars sexy. 

All they really want is his trim waist and his pretty eyes and his vice-cap badge and the way he shoves cameras away and has more history than any twenty-year-old has any business having.

Dan’s seen it all before. The way people like the character you’re playing so much that they want to take you home and open you up and see how deep it goes.

Neil’s worse at knowing when it’s happening. Dan’s a professional. She can see the way their eyes follow him because at least a dozen are always following her too, especially in places like this banquet. They look at Neil, or Dan, and a little part of them expects a show.

She watches Neil walk towards them with his eyes pouring over the room like liquid and finding every crevice, every exit. She looks at Matt.

“He’s doing that thing where he’s making a spectacle but he thinks he’s being very subtle.”

“That’s his whole shtick. I’m fond of it, now.” Matt grins.

“Do you think he actually noticed he was being hit on?”

Matt hums, watching Neil wind through the tables back to the fox—trojan extravaganza at theirs. “I doubt he knows anything about that boy other than the fact that he was in front of him for a bit.”

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“Yo, grandma! Why does your yard look so nice?”

“Because it’s been watered.” She answers, opening her arms and silently asking for the hug Stiles will never deny her. She always smells like cookies and coffee.

“That was supposed to be my job!” Ever since she dislocated her shoulder and Stiles’ dad gave her a lecture about being more careful, Stiles was entrusted on taking care of her garden for her. He isn’t particularly good at it, though. The last time he visited, two months ago she threatened to fire him, even though he’s, you know, her grandson.

“Well, I just got someone to help you.” She smiles and pats his cheek. “Since you’ve been so busy being away.”

“You need to work on your sarcasm, Mrs. Stilinski.” Stiles mutters, narrowing his eyes. His grandma smirks.

Please.Who do you think taught your father?” She turns to the fridge and begins pulling ingredients for a cake. “Chocolate cake, honey?”

Stiles only mutters a ‘yes, please’ and turns to look out the window. If she was, in fact, capable of firing her own grandson (even though he’s supposed to be working for free), Stiles should meet the person who replaced him and managed to make the roses look pretty again.

“He should be by the fence.” His grandmother says, joining him by the window. “He’s tending to the tulips today. I hope he’s shirtless again.” She adds.

What.” Stiles squeaks, turning to stare at her. “Grandma, tell me you didn’t hire him just because he’s hot?” It has happened before, many times. The last guy she hired to fix the sink almost gave Stiles’ dad a heart attack.

“Not just because.” She smirks again.

“Oh my God.” Stiles face palms. His grandmother is a menace.

Before she can retort, the back door swings open and Derek steps into his grandmother’s kitchen. “Cecilia, could you get me a glass of water?”

His grandmother’s smile gets bigger.

“Oh my God.” Stiles repeats.

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You Bet [Part 2]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Request(s): A freaking lot

Word Count: 3233… too long I hate it

Song: Shook Me All Night Long by ACDC for no reason other than I love that song

Summary: Steve is awfully distracted by your getup for helping out at the Snow Ball

Warning(s): Smut (duh), Swearing (have you met me), arguing (Nancy and the reader), Jonathan being the coolest, Dustin being a little shit, this is really basic honestly it’s pretty bad

Author’s Note: IT’S HERE! FUCKING FINALLY! THIS HAS BEEN DONE FOR LIKE A WEEK I JUST HAVEN’T GOTTEN AROUND TO POSTING! I’M SO SORRY! Anyway, this probably isn’t that amazing but it could be worse i’m somewhat okay with how it turned out

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Aren’t my Friends- Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Words: 1094

Warning(s): Sadness, Loss of Friendship, Fluff

Description: With your friends always trying to set you up with someone, you come clean and tell them you already have a boyfriend. You just hoped they would have been more accepting.

Taglist: @sleepylunarwolf @stranger-films

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Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous.

“She’s pretty.” you said softly, trying to hold back the hint of bitterness and pain in your voice. Or jealousy for that matter. You couldn’t blame her, who knew with how many women Dean had been with ever since he became a demon.

“And probably his type. But it shouldn’t bother you now, should it chipmunk?” Crowley raised an eyebrow as the both of you didn’t take your eyes off of the demon playing darts as the blonde waitress gave him another drink with a rather flirtysmile might you say.

“Not now, not ever.” Crowley finally turned to look at you “You are not his girlfriend, (Y/n). Never been, yet you are bothered so much by this. I wonder why.”

You scoffed, turning to glare at him “As if you don’t know. Dean is probably the most oblivious man in the world but you never were Crowley. Why would you use this stupid nickname on me if you didn’t?”

“Guilty.” he flashed you a smile, downing his drink “But he’s no longer the man that you remember, love.”

“Right, so that’s why you wanted me here?” you scoffed “And don’t you dare deny it to me Crowley. You didn’t even blink in surprise when you saw me. You’re letting yourself get caught and sooner or later Sam will come walking in as well.”

“I must admit- the only thing that did surprise me was the fact that moose didn’t come in right after you.” he shrugged “But probably- it’s time to finally put him on track-” he looked at Dean “And make him realize how little he is leaving for just how much.”

“Hell? Oh wow, yes Crowley that really is everyone’s dream kingdom.”

“It is one, nonetheless.” he winked at you and before you could say a thing he had vanished right in front of your eyes. You scoffed at him but didn’t have the chance to question him when you turned your head and your eyes locked with his green ones. And just like always they made your heart skip a beat. Because maybe you were always friends but your love for him was undying.

You held your breath as he set his glass down and raised an eyebrow at you. He said nothing to the rest of them men he was playing with and casually strode towards you “(Y/n)” his voice was as rough but a lot more cold “Fancy seeing you here.” and the smirk on his face made it all worse.

“Is it?” you asked in a low voice and his smile dropped.

“What do you want here?” he asked serious.

“Oh so Crowley didn’t tell you?” you scoffed a laugh “He knew I was on your tracks with Sam, he should be here very soon. I managed to get a lead and thought if I could convince you to come back without him having to hurt himself but… I don’t think there is a point in trying.”

“I told you to stay away.” he shrugged casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets “Not my fault you don’t listen.

“You told Sam to let you go, not me. And I thought there was a chance here but- I was wrong obviously. I’m curious how you didn’t see this coming, or even more that Crowley didn’t speak to you about his plans. Whatever those may be. What happened? Don’t you guys tell everything? Oh no, don’t Dean, secrets are bad, they ruin relationships. We know it better than anyone.” you went from sarcastic to completely serious.

He scoffed, putting on a smirk on his face and rolling his eyes “Don’t care what his game is, I am not his toy. I have my own plans and I’m glad that… he made it easier for me.” he looked

“What do you mean?” you frowned when you noticed the predatory smile on his face “Made it easier by letting me find you?”

“I’ll let you know soon, now follow me and let’s out of here. You’re drawing too much fucking attention with those shorts.” he took hold of your arm, dragging you up as he glared at a few men behind you that had been sneaking looks at you.

“Like hell.” you hissed, snatching your arm from his “Why does it even matter to you? Especially now, I am nothing to you. So what if they look? I am free, Dean, hell they can even touch as much as they want to.” you said angrily.

His eyes darkened as he looked “Let’s go. Now.” he said in a low almost growl but you weren’t having any of it.

“Why?” you scoffed a laugh “So that you can kill me now? Or so that she doesn’t see us talking?” you motioned with your head to the blonde that already had her eyes on you. You tried so hard not to show how much this was hurting you.

“She has nothing to do with this. Come on.” he tugged, holding your hand again.

“Right, of course she doesn’t.” you scoffed “With how many have you been exactly all these months?”

“You’d want to know, wouldn’t you?” a satisfied smirk was on his face.

You didn’t have the chance to speak though because another voice spoke up “Is everything alright?” it was a guy you had seen checking you out ever since you came in.

“Yes, everything’s fine actually. My friend here was just leaving.” you gave Dean a look “How about you buy me a drink and we can talk?” you gave him a smile that made his grin widen.

“Yes, of course sweet cheeks.” he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You’re gonna lose that hand buddy.” Dean growled, and you both stopped before you could leave.

“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow “Did you just threaten me?”

“No, I was giving you a friendly warning.” Dean shrugged with a casual smile.

“Yeah, right.” he scoffed, arm tightening on your waist just to mock the demon and for a second you got scared when Dean’s smile completely fell.

“But you obviously don’t listen very well.” he scoffed and before you could realize it he had grabbed the man by the collarof his shirt and pinned him against a pillar.

“And now- you get to see what I mean when I say that you shouldn’t have done that.” and even if you expected it you jumped when he threw a powerful punch at the man. And the another, and another and another without letting him do a single move. You were almost scared for his life when you saw the mark on Dean’s arm burn that angry red as he kept hitting the guy, blood covering his fist and groans and moans of pain filling the bar along with hushed whispers from other customers.

“Fucking asshole, think you could ever have a piece of that?” he scoffed a laugh, punching more “In your dreams!” another punch “She’s too pure and perfect for a bloody jackass like you. You would never stand a fucking chance.” he growled, punching him more.

You could barely make out any of the things he said after that as the sounds were too much to handle. People shouting, some cheering and encouraging him to keep going. And then you heard her.

“Dean, stop!” she screamed but he didn’t listen to her, as he kept punching with groans himself “Stop! You’re gonna kill him!” she screamed but it didn’t seem to have a single effect on him at the moment.

“Would serve him fucking right.” Dean growled, grabbing his bloody face and making the guy look at you “Do you see that? Do you see her?” he said through gritted teeth “She’s great isn’t she? And you’d really want a piece of her tonight but that would be it. You had some gruesome thoughts for her after that though, didn’t you?” he turned his head to look at Dean “Didn’t you?” he roared and he gave him a weak nod.

“Just like I thought.” Dean smirked “For the first, I’d really just break your hand and maybe face. But for this-” he looked at him darkly and your breath got caught in your throat. If he killed him right there in front of so many people he’d draw all the wrong attention.

“Dean!” you screamed “No, no don’t!” you exclaimed and as surprising as it was for everyone, it caught his attention and he glanced at you over your shoulder. You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head in fear.

“Seems like your lucky day, bastard.” he growled “You’re very damn lucky that she can have this effect on me because trust me your death… it would have not been easy. And she would never give you a single glance because you know why?” he smirked in an almost sinister way “Oh you know why.” he laughed, pushing him to the side and he fell on the floor. He looked down at him for a second, smirking before with a roll of his eyes he turned around and looked at the rest of the customers.

He didn’t say a think, he only scoffed at them and walked towards you.

“D” you found yourself whispering as you stared at him with wide eyes “You would have-”

“I should have.” he growled “Hope you fucking understand I am not playing games here, (Y/n).” he grabbed your jaw with one hand and your heart leapt to your throat when he brought his face closer to yours, your lips only an inch away. You knew what he wanted to do but he stopped himself, looking from your lips up to your eyes. He smiled slightly, running his thumb over your lower lip.

“You are mine, and I’ll make sure everybody knows it from now on.” he said in a low rough voice and you frowned. You knew in what way he meant it, you were no fool with what he had almost done but it still confused you. You were always friends and on top of that even if he didn’t care at the moment as a demon… what really held him back from forcing a kiss out of you? IT felt as if for a moment you saw your own Dean flash through his eyes.

“Only. Mine.” he said in a husky voice in your ear and you felt shivers run down your spine when his teeth grazed over it “I’ll wait in the car.” he added and let go of you, almost leaving you to try to recover from the shock.

But you only had another one coming once he’d left and the waitress spoke to you “You are (Y/n)?”

“Why-” your voice was hoarse as you looked at her “You know me?” and the look on her face only said yes, making you realize there was only person that could have spoken about you to her.

Dean. But the real question was why?

Imagine being mute and Daryl saving you from Shane's advances

WARNING : MENTIONS OF ASSAULT/ NEAR RAPE EXPERIENCE

(Wooo Daryl :3 and shame on you Shane -_- lol sorry I made Shane an ass but that’s the request XD so hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

From the start of the outbreak, you found yourself being part of a group that had bonded over while stuck in the traffic.

Despite having difficulty communicating with them, as you were born mute, they had welcomed you and had found different ways to talk to you.

Over the time, you had grown close to Daryl, as he would often offer you help with whatever it is that you needed and just felt like he oddly got along with you a lot.

When he first met you, he was clueless about you being mute and simply thought you were quiet and someone who liked to keep to yourself.

He didn’t want to bother you with what might be some rude questions, so he just kept it to himself until one night by the campfire, he finally figured it out.

He notice how he had made you laugh but as no sound would come out, he forgot himself and asked you honestly, only to get an answer from the others around.

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Since, he felt even more attached to you and would do all sorts of thing to keep you safe. He had even taken the habit of learning sign language from you just to be able to understand you even more.

Although, he would be confused and just straight up be clumsy, it all made you smile to see his efforts and just as him you felt like you wanted to be closer to him.

You had even taught him something you had never had the habit to do for anyone else but your older brother, the sign you had both made up for “I trust you”.

You put your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat and with your finger simply crossed an x on him and tapped three times for each of the words.

After explaining to him in your way how special it was, he caught onto it’s meaning and teared up with a big smile.

“You’re silly…Trusting me? You really feel that way?”

You let out a smile and nodded at him. Putting your hand to his, you did it one more time, making him grab your wrist to truly understand the meaning.

He pulled your hand away and reached over to do the same.

It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable whatsoever and neither did it him as to you both, it was the meaning behind the gesture that mattered.

“And I trust you as well…Y/N…”

He looked into your eyes after it and suddenly realized how he had been holding your other hand and got embarrassed about it.

You noticed how he changed and simply shook your head at him. It made him ruffle your hair jokingly and say, “Don’t shake your head at me…You get embarrassed too sometimes…I see you…”

As your smile came back, he laughed along with you and you both stayed by the fire for a little while before heading to your tents.

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As you sat there, smiling, someone else has had his eyes on you for a while. From his tent, Shane had witness everything and seemed to be particularly interested into seeing you being so casual about a man putting his hand to your chest.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t sexual, he only saw it as an opportunity that he himself could have.

After Rick has introduced himself to all of you, Lori had dumped and pushed him away from her life and it just devastated him. He needed someone for a while and seeing you so comfortable around a man, gave him ideas.

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With what had happened at the CDC and to most of your cars, you all traveled along the road to find a better place to keep you safe for the moment.

The weather was hot and the sun was starting to set, making Daryl move out to go get something to eat.

He quietly parted away from all of you and although you would want to follow him, he signaled you that he’d be back soon enough.

You nodded and with that, you were left with the others to help set up the camp. Suddenly, you felt Lori tapping your shoulder and as you turned to her, she kindly signaled you to help find some mushroom for the late dinner.

She explained herself that she had to stay by Carl’s side for the while as he had gotten sick. You nodded, understanding her reason and took the bucket she handed.

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You walked further away from the camp and carefully searched for whatever was edible, really.

You touched the ground to feel whatever you could in the grass and eventually got on your hands and knees to pick up the goods you found.

Without noticing, you strayed further from the camp, wanting to completely fill up your bucket. You heard some rusting and crackling of leaves here and there but simply didn’t put too much thought into it.

At some point, the noise grew closer and made you turn your head to check around. Nothing. You kept searching for a moment and heard it all again. You felt like leaving but as you turned around, Shane appeared in front of you.

It made you jumped but only served to make him chuckle. Taking a few deep breaths, you managed to “ask” him, as to what he is doing here.

He simply shrugged and titled his head to the side as it still made him laugh to see you. You were wearing shorts, your shirt inside your flannel was tight enough to give him an idea of your body and the fact that you were mute, made it perfect for what he had thought of doing to you.

Far away, from any prying eye, he knew he could finally make you his and probably even hurt Lori while at it.

With you signalling him your question, he decided to not understand anymore and just hinted at you as to what will come to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…I don’t get what you mean…”

He got closer as he said those words and made you back away from him. You knew something was off and strange about him and couldn’t let yourself down.

You responded in a more aggressive way and completely forgot about the bucket, as you let it drop to the ground, in order to use both your hands.

He kept walking towards you and claiming that he really didn’t understand your meaning. You shook your head at him and kept trying to push him away with your “words”, only to suddenly feel yourself being grabbed by the arms.

He hold you closely to him and you knew of his intentions. You panicked and tried to fight him off but it came to no use as he pinned you down to the ground.

He gripped your wrists to have more control over you and with a cocky smile, he said “Don’t fight it…I saw you with Daryl the other night…You like being touched by men, don’t you…”

He proceeded to slide his hand down your chest and instantly you tried to get him away from you.

You moved your arms as much as you could but nothing would seem to make him stop. Quite the opposite, he took it as a sign of to start kissing your neck thinking that it’ll calm you down.

You hated each instant of it and tried to butt your head against his but swiftly he’d move to the other side of your neck. His grip on you tighten when you would try to kick him off and and his lips would only suck on you harder.

You wanted to scream out but nothing but your faint strangled groan would come out. You heard him chuckle and he just had to taunt you.

“Poor you, Y/N…No one can hear you here…You’re stuck here with me…And after this…you’ll just want to be mine…”

He kept at it and you slowly felt yourself growing tired from the fight you put out and your grunts only made you breathless.

You felt his finger slide to your pants and into your panties, you were losing hope and thought of how much of a mistake you made, going so far off the tracks.

You thought as to what the others might say and think and knew he had you in the palm of his hand. With Rick being his friend and how close the others were, you didn’t think anyone would believe your side of the story and that made you tear up.

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You thought it over and over and tried to forget as to what was happening. Closing your eyes, you denied it until suddenly you heard some leaves rustling again and a familiar and angry voice behind Shane.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

In that instant, you felt Shane being lifted up and saw him being pushed to the ground.

It was Daryl and you couldn’t be any happier to see him. Daryl had straddled Shane and with no hesitation he started to punch him.

He didn’t had to witness all of it to know in his heart you wouldn’t have ever agreed to this. It angered him to see you being taken advantage that way and he couldn’t believe it would’ve been someone in the group.

He started to yell at him in anger and didn’t even wait for any explanation to keep going. Blood spewed out onto him but it didn’t matter to him.

He wanted to protect you and make sure that this kind of behavior never ever happens again.

“You think you can just take advantage of her like that? What the fuck is wrong with you!Don’t! You! Ever! Fucking! Touch! Her! Again! You fucking piece of shit! Do you understand!”

He yelled and kept striking him, making sure his message was understood. He didn’t feel his cuts stinging him so much he cared more to make you feel safe.

You closed your flannel to cover yourself and backed away from him. You didn’t want to stop him at all and just let Daryl take care of it.

Relief, was the only thing you felt to see him and couldn’t had hope for better.

Finally, after Shane had passed out from all of the pain, Daryl stopped. He took some deep breaths and tried to wipe the blood away from his face, only to actually smear it all over with his hand.

He looked for you with his eyes and just felt the need to go comfort you in that moment. He knew what it felt to be that scared, to think that you’re alone in the world and no one could hear you.

He got up and opened his arms as he slowly made his way to you.

“Y/N…you’re alright? Are you okay?”

You could hear and see the concern he had for you and it just made you weak. You couldn’t deny that you weren’t alright and just shook your head.

He finally got close enough to pull you in a tight embrace and you held onto his neck and shoulders.

You felt him stroke your hair and he reassured you that it’ll be okay.

“It’s alright…I’m here…Nothing’s gonna happen again…I promise…Okay…I promise…”

He pulled away to check for any injury to you and as he did, you felt your heart skip a beat and finally smiled at him.

It slightly unnerved him to see you that way and just asked you, “Why are you smiling…”

You wiped your tear away and shaking your head, you got shy from his question. You put your hand to his chest and slowly crossed on his heart before pointing onto him three times.

He understood your meaning and instantly teared up and smiled. He put his hand over yours and made it lay flat onto his chest making you fell his heart before nodding at you that he understands you.

He picked you up on your feet and just walked you back to camp, saying “Then you’ll have to trust me that from now on…I’m always going to take care of you…no more of this…”

The Notification of your Name

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes, for an entire year, but you’ve never actually met him. 

Pairing: Internet Boyfriend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3415 Words

Warnings: literally none. is fluff even a warning?

Notes: Thank you to @whyisbuckyso for beta-ing this, even when you were busy af! I also know that if you live in an apartment, you’d normally have a PO box, but for the story’s sake, it was a tiny package delivered into the apartment mailbox. They may be ‘rushing’ it but like,, they’ve been dating a year already. also the gif below is my image of bucky in this one, just without the beard and a lil younger looking. 

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A notification sounds from your pocket and you pull your phone out quickly as you slice open the tape of one of many cardboard boxes, piled up in the corner of the room.

Bucky ❤:

How is my beautiful girl this morning?

Grabbing a stack of throw blankets from the box and tossing them onto the couch, you quickly tap out a reply.

Y/N:

I’m doing good, now that you have me blushing

You take the time to look around your new apartment, relieved that your best friends had helped out with the furniture placement, and now it was just up to you to decorate the rest of the place. University’s given you the chance to finally get a place of your own, and it’s everything you could’ve wanted. Enough space to have your friends over, and not too big to make the place feel lonely.

Bucky ❤:

Aww, I bet that’s a nice image ;)

Y/N:

Shut up you handsome jerk

James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as he likes to tell people to call him, is your boyfriend of a year. Since you started talking, you could never put down your phone, as there was an endless supply of notifications of FaceTime requests, SnapChat photos, texts and a variety of other apps. The thing is, even if you’ve skyped almost every single day, you’ve never actually met the guy.

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Don’t Freak V

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

PART V

AN: I AM COMPLETE TRASH. NO SURPRISE THERE.


Jonathan sat like stone, emotion vacant from his face while Y/N paced the living room.

Please say something,” She begged. Jonathan shrugged.

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N sighed and nodded. A few moments passed before Y/N spoke again.

“He came by today,”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t let him in,” Jonathan took a good look at her face, then laughed. “He tried talking to me through the mail slot in the door,” This had Jonathan full belly laughing. “Why are you laughing?” He had a grin on his face and shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re scared,”

“Of what?”

“The prospect that someone actually has feelings for you that aren’t platonic?” Jonathan shrugged as if it made perfect sense. “You’re so used to it just being me and you that the thought of someone actually spilling their guts out to you freaks you out. And he actually did it,”

“Shouldn’t it freak me out?! This is a normal reaction! I am reacting normally!” She grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa and smothered her face in it, screaming.

“And from the fact that you’ve been cooped up in your house all weekend, missed school today, and you’re now screaming into a pillow, I’d say that…this is effecting you as more than a freak out,” Y/N took the pillow off her face and glared at Jonathan.

“I do not like him,” Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “I don’t!”

“Okay,” He shrugged.

“He’s a jerk!” Y/N went back to pacing, her arms crossed tightly against her chest.  

“Uh-huh,” He nodded.

“He’s completely full of himself,”

“Alright,”

“And don’t get me started on that stupid hair,” She pointed at Jonathan, who just sat and watched his best friend unravel before his very eyes. “Stupid, perfect hair,” She muttered to herself, but was loud enough for Jonathan to catch it.

“Anything else?” She looked like a wild woman before him as she held her arm out on either side of her.

“Literally everything about him is bad!” Jonathan rolled his eyes.

“Come on, you know that’s not true. I mean, yeah, he’s a dick, but after everything you told me he said, it makes sense. And…he’s a person with feelings?”

“What are you doing?” Y/N pointed accusingly at Jonathan,

“Nothing,” He put his hands out in surrender, “It’s just that from a guy’s perspective, it kinda makes sense,”

“It makes sense that he’s treated you like shit for three years? That’s what you’re saying? Now he suddenly has feelings?”

“Yeah, for you -a girl- who is not me.” Then Jonathan sighed, “Do I appreciate that he’s treated me like shit for three years because he has some kind of neanderthal complex? No, but you’re not seeing it the way I’m seeing it.”

“Then maybe you should date him,” Jonathan gave her a pointed look.

“Don’t deflect,” Y/N shoved a pillow into his chest, “Listen, I’m the last person that would defend him to anyone, especially you, but he just had a look when I talked to him at school.” Y/N sat back down. “Do what you want, but now that I know he came to check on you when I told him you weren’t in class, it all adds up. Do I like that it’s him that’s making a move on you, no, but he seems…genuine? And if he can make you happy…” Y/N flung herself back onto the cushions and groaned.

“I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and I’m uncomfortable, and I don’t like it. I don’t know what to do,” Y/N looked to Jonathan for any kind of direction.

“You could do the normal human thing and give him a shot? Talk to him without clamming up.” Y/N’s face scrunched up.

Who are you?”


“I can’t do this,” Y/N stared at her garage door from the driver seat of her car. She sat there in the freezing car for at least a half hour. The key wasn’t even in the ignition and she felt like she was going to throw up. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back against the seat and took deep, calming breaths.

A sudden knock on her window caused her to punch the horn in freight.

Shit-fuck!” Y/N screamed, her body sliding awkwardly to the floor space of the Jetta. Her head and shoulders were on on the seat and she could see Steve’s petrified face looking down at her.

Y/N, even more awkwardly, cranked the window down.

“Steve,”

“Are you alright?” Y/N nodded

“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually,” Steve raised an eyebrow at her tone. “I was actually on my way to find you,”

“Really?” He asked skeptically. She awkwardly nodded. “Going nowhere fast?” He nodded to the keys sitting on the passenger seat. Y/N rolled her head to look, then back to Steve.

“I would’ve made it there…eventually,” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I was incredibly rude this morning. This isn’t…easy…for me,”

“Uh, apology accepted, but are we going to do this, like this?” Steve motioned between the two of them.

“Can you…turn around or something? So I can, at least, keep some of my dignity?” Steve chuckled and humored her. With his back turned, the door opened with a squeak and Steve heard a grunt and a plop on the pavement behind him. He snickered to himself, not wanting to piss her off.

“Alright, I’m somewhat presentable,” Y/N was stuffing her keys into her coat pocket as he turned back around.

“You uh, want to go for a ride?” Steve did a side nod, motioning to his car, hopeful that she would take him up on his offer. It took everything in Y/N to not bolt for the door to her house, but she nodded and followed him, getting in on the passenger side.

They drove in silence, only the cassette playing softly as background noise. Y/N recognized it, more than recognized it.

“Escape?” Y/N asked. She knew which album it was, but she was trying to initiate the conversation. Goddamn it, Jonathan. Steve smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s a great album,” Jonathan actually bought her the album as an early birthday present when it was released in ’81 because she was absolutely obsessed with Steve Perry for a short period of time. She wasn’t going to tell Steve that though.

“It’s a favorite of mine,” She admitted. Don’t clam up. Y/N had to hold her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.

“Me too!” Steve nearly shouted, then immediately looked horrified at his outburst. He was just happy they could agree on something. One of Y/N’s hands covered her mouth, but he saw her smile before the mittens on her hands covered it. “There it is. I finally get a smile out of you and it’s because I’m an idiot,” Steve muttered shook his head, but blushed all the same causing Y/N to actually laugh. Unfortunately for Steve, it was gone as quickly as it came. Y/N was soon back to her nervous, quiet self.

Steve drove through Hawkins and passed through the town limits. There were miles of hills and flatlands outside of the town. There was a gravel turn off of the two lane highway. They drove with Journey filling the silence until he parked facing the town. The sun was starting to set over the mountain at the backside of Hawkins, casting a pink glow over everything. Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face Y/N.

“So,” Steve started, “Were you actually going out to find me?” Y/N turned to look at him. She nodded.

“Yeah,”

“Okay,” He pressed for Y/N to continue.

“It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t been entirely fair to you. I never considered that you were actually serious, serious. Like, I knew you were serious, but there’s no way you could’ve actually been seriously serious? You know?” Steve’s brain tried to compute what Y/N was trying to say, but he ended up with -Y/N would never admit- an adorably confused face.

“No?” Y/N sighed and looked down to her hands.

“No one’s ever really shown interest in me, which is fine, but then you came whirling out of nowhere, confessing that you’ve been pining after me for years. To be blunt, Steve, it fucked me up.”

“Not the reaction I was hoping for, just so you know,” Y/N took the mittens off her now warm hands and set them on her lap.

“I guess I’ve never really been interested in relationships to actually care that I’ve never had one. I never imagined myself in one. It just…wasn’t a thought. My parent’s relationship was incredibly shitty, so I guess that played a part in it. I figured if that was what a relationship was, I didn’t want any part in one. After they got divorced, my mom seemed happier, so why even go through it in the first place if you could bypass it and just be happy? Then you came along and now I don’t know what to think anymore. What I do know is that what I’m feeling right now isn’t something I’ve ever felt before, and if I don’t give this a shot, I’ll regret it.” She partially mirrored his words during their last car ride. Steve’s eyes held hope. Give him a shot.

“But now that you’ve come back, turned night into day. I need you to stay,”

Y/N grabbed every ounce of courage she held within her and reached over to Steve. She gently cupped his cheek and pulled him towards her. The song playing over the stereo gave her some extra needed encouragement.

“So now I come to you with open arms. Nothing to hide, believe what I say.”

When their lips met, it was like fireworks were erupting behind Y/N’s eyes. It was short, but it was sweeter than anything she could’ve ever imagined.  

“So here I am with open arms. Hoping you’ll see what your love means to me with open arms,”

This…really just happened. Y/N kissed Steve because she wanted to. She wanted to.

As they pulled apart, Steve had the goofiest smile stretched across his face.

“Thanks,” Y/N bursted into a full laugh in Steve’s face. It was like music to his ears. Her forehead hit his chest and he could feel the rumbles of her laughter. He brought his hand up to the back of her head and held her to himself as she tried to calm down. Once she could form words again, she pulled herself up. Steve’s hand moved to rest at the base of her neck, his thumb rubbing just under her ear.

“You’re welcome, Steve.” Y/N said with a shy smile and a darkening blush on her cheeks.


There it is; the meat and potatoes y’all have been waiting for because I’m a creature that thrives on angst and suffering. I had the dumbest look on my face while I tried to write this.

I don’t know if I want to post more to this? It seems like a good place to end it? Idk, I might do a few parts of moments throughout their relationship??

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  • summary: “It’s like she got my attention for just a second, just one glance and that’s all it took. And now she’s all I can think about.”
  • genre: fluff, angst and some smut because it’s college! au.
  • words: 10,260 words.
  • warnings: drinking mention. smoking mention. vomit mention.
  • authors note: based loosely on charlie puth’s song attention. i had lots of fun writing this! sorry it took me so long to post again, but i’ve been trying for a long time. i hope you have as fun reading it as i did writing it. also jiimin is highly featured in this fic. - mo

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Gift AU Idea

The thing about the Gift, is that you never quite know what you are going to get, and what it’s going to cost. 

It sometimes cost a lot, and early - for such little payback that it hardly seemed worth it. It sometimes cost nothing anyone could ever know - and changed a whole life. Sometimes it was a gift at birth, and sometimes a curse before death, but it always happened. 

When Jack Zimmerman was born, his parents were beyond thrilled. He was a weird looking baby, but my god, they loved him more than they ever thought would be possible. That first night, at midnight, a light filled up the dark room and formed a fae shape, indistinct but instantly recognisable. 

“I will take his first last breath.” The solid light said, before fading completely. Bob, who had his ability to grow a beard taken as payment for his ability to always land a solid punch, and Alicia (who lost all her memories before she was 4 so that her smile could light up a room) looked at each other and blinked. 

Because what the hell did that mean? 

-

When the light filled the hospital room where one Eric Richard Bittle lay sleeping, both his parents were wide awake and trembling. Susan lost her ability to read at 19, and Coach lost his own name three weeks after his 4th birthday, and both knew the sting of a ‘gift’ that never really lived up to the price they paid. Neither of them wanted their darling baby to suffer - to lose anything. They wanted to give him the world. Coach glared at the light while Susan hid her face in her hands. 

“That’s my son and I swear to all that is good in this world if you hurt him, if you hurt my boy-” his voice broke at the end. He’d paid a high price for his gift, lost his name and gained only the ability to write with both hands. Susan had it worse - she remembered words, her love of books, the simple skill of reading labels or instructions - gone now… all for the knowledge of when it was best to pick the ripest fruit. 

And god, he feared for his boy. 

“I will take his joyous childhood.”

And Coach found out that it was impossible to punch a living light.

-

Sometimes you met people who had the same gift, or paid the same price. Shitty lost his name, just like Coach, and Bitty was pretty sure thats why he trusted the mustachioed man so much. His gift was never feeling cold. Ransom lost his birthmark and Holster lost his first love - and gained each other, a soul bond so strong that sometimes it was difficult for them to tell who was feeling what. Lardo swapped her appendix for the ability to see in the dark, Nursey lost his spatial awareness for his love of words and Dex lost his calm. Dex wasn’t quite sure what he got, which wasn’t all that uncommon because really… in a world where your sense of smell can be traded for the ability to flip a pancake… sometimes it just wasn’t easy to work out what your gift was. 

Chowder lost his baby teeth for his joy of life, Johnson his ability to tell the time for some weird alternative universe only he could see. 

Jack lost his first last breath on the bathroom floor of a nondescript hotel room for a second chance - Bitty lost his carefree childhood with every taunt and shove as he grew up. 

Bitty figured that the price was okay. He could make the best pies anyone had ever tasted. 

Sometimes Jack wondered if it was worth it. 

And of course, sometimes… you got it wrong. 

-

Bitty always knew his childhood was going to suck. His mamma and Coach did their level best to make sure that home was safe and secure, but it didn’t stop the nightmares at night, the fear of monsters under the bed or the sheer god-awful time at school. The only time he was ever at ease was in the kitchen, where his mamma taught him to bake using her own way of things, never needing to measure, never relying on a recipe she couldn’t read. So, Bitty, and his parents, always just assumed that he was going through hell as a kid, so he could bake. 

Coach hated it. Coach hated a lot of things, but seeing his son scared and frightened one too many times had taken its toll on the man. They moved three weeks after the supply closet incident. 

All for the sake of some stupid pies, his son suffered. 

He never did eat a single one. 

-

It wasn’t until Bitty got to Samwell that his actual gift turned up…

You don't want to play fair? Fine! I'll just shut the whole thing down!

This happened in high school

For a little background about me, I was not the most outgoing person back then. I didn’t like to make waves, just wanted to sail through my four years and avoid as much drama as possible. The only time I really put myself out there was for Drama and Improv Club. It was my place, and where most of my friends were too.

Improv Club was basically a bunch of us Drama geeks getting together and practicing short form improv…like Whose Line is it Anyways. We were led by a cocky, sexist, ass of a senior. Let’s call him Dean. Dean had been a part of his old school’s Improv Club, and decided to bring it to life at our school. The drama teacher usual sat in the back of the auditorium, grading papers, to “supervise” us while he ran the show. He trusty side kick (a transfer from Dean’s old school), we will call him Rick, was also there to tell us what to do. Rick was also a cocky, sexist, ass, but he was a junior like me.

Dean and Rick clearly favored their close friends in the group. When it came to getting ideas for a skit, if Dean didn’t like the suggestion given, he’d say “I’ll put it in my pocket” meaning he didn’t want to act it out so….tough shit. You could go up there and have everyone holding their sides laughing, and at the end he’d tell you it was “an ok scene. We’ll work on it.” and list some bullshit things you needed to work on. He hated the idea of ANYONE being a little better at improv than him. There were several other seniors in our club (Important later), and for the few who weren’t besties with Dean and Rick, they would rip them to shreds with “things they could improve” when in reality all they really needed to was talk a little louder, or stop turning their back to the audience.

The end of the year rolled around and Dean announced that he got the vice principle to give us permission to have an end of the year improv show! We were all excited. Dean and Rick said they would come up with a roster for who would play which improv games. Dean mentioned that some of us who had a little more to work on would be in the pre-show that got the audience warmed up instead of the actual show. They assured us (and this is important) that seniors would be picked first to be in the show and, that those who were in the pre-show would have opportunities next year to be in the real show. Fair enough.

The roster came out. I was in the pre-show, whatever! But wait! Three of my friends, who were some of the best out our group, were stuck in the pre-show. Four of the five seniors in our group were also in the pre-show. The rest of the roster for the real show? All of Dean an Rick’s besties in the club included themselves. It wasn’t fair. The seniors who got stuck with the pre-show deserved to be in the real show! This was their last year! They didn’t have any opportunities after all this! Next year they’d be at college and back to square one if they joined an improv troop there.

I was livid. We had dealt long enough with Dean and Rick. Mess with me, fuck it. Mess with my friends and what’s right? Watch out! I pulled Dean aside after that club meeting. I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. (For perspective picture a small 5 foot girl ready to punch a lanky 6 foot dude, and you have the scene)

Me: Dean we need to talk about the roster. You need to put the seniors in the real show. It’s not right!

Dean: Well they aren’t quite there yet. They’ll have other opportunities.

Me: Oh don’t pull that bullshit with me. They’ll be gone after this year and won’t get a chance next year. You know that!”

Dean: Listen, you’re in the pre-show, is that why you’re all upset? If you’re really that hung up about it I’ll wiggle you into the real show…

Me: I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE REAL SHOW DEAN! YOU SAID SENIORS WOULD GET PICKED FIRST AND THEY WEREN’T! PUT THEM IN THE SHOW! THIS ISN’T FAIR!

Dean: Yea….or what? You’ll tell (Insert drama teacher’s name)? She approved the roster.

Me: I’ll shut the whole fucking show down!

Dean: No you won’t!

Me: WATCH ME! You have until the next club meeting to change this, and if you don’t I’m getting this whole thing shut down.

Dean gave me a smirk that only people who think they are the shit get, when really they are just plain shit. My friends were scared of me for a day or two after that. They never thought quiet little me would ever get into someone’s face and lay it on them. The next club meeting rolled around, and SURPRISE Dean and Rick didn’t change a damn thing. So I kept my promise. The next day at school I excused myself from study, and spoke to the vice principal. She was not happy with what she was hearing and immediately pulled Dean and Rick out of their classes to meet with her and I. They were shocked to see me sitting there. At one point Dean tried to flip it back onto me.

Dean: Ma’am I think this is just about her being upset that she is in the pre-show. This is all just a misunderstanding.

But she saw through his bullshit.

VP: Gentlemen I expect a new show roster on my desk by the end of the week, with all the seniors included in the show. Now if you don’t agree with that, we’ll just have to cancel it. And if I find out this is happening again, I will have to shut down the whole club!

They agreed and we were dismissed from her office. They weren’t too happy with me, but in an attempt to suck up they asked if I wanted to be included in the real show on the new roster. I smiled and said “You can actually take my name completely off the roster. Now that this has been all sorted out, I want nothing to do with this show!”

Dean seemed a little pissed that after all the trouble I went to I didn’t even want to be in the show. Just to put the icing on the cake, I didn’t even show up to the last few club meetings. When asked I didn’t hold back the truth. I would not be going back to improv while Dean was in charge. The next year Rick took over Dean’s position, and when it came time for the end of the year show, he made sure to do what was right.

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andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it

my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.


He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.

Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.

“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.

A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.

“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”

“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”

Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”

By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.

“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.

“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.

“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.

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BTS / Another member doesn’t like their S/O

Request: anyway i would like to request bts/exo/got7 (whoever you want really; i love them all) reacting to another member not liking, not getting along m, or hating their s/o.            

thank you for requesting this, i did this reaction with BTS but if you want me to do it with a different group, let me know! 💕

warning: some strong language


Jin

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The two of you thought you were alone in the dorm, which was why you had turned the TV on at full volume, and laughed loudly at every single funny thing that happened in the comedic movie that you guys were watching.

Suddenly, the fun was interrupted when the door of Jin’s bedroom was thrown open. Both of you turned to look at Namjoon – who had just burst into the room – with startled expressions.

“Namjoon, what—”

“It’s loud,” Namjoon cut Jin off, a frustrated expression on his face. “You’re loud. Some people are trying to work here.”

“Sorry, we didn’t realize anyone else was here,” you added awkwardly.

Namjoon glared at you. “How would you? You don’t even live here.”

He only told the truth, you tried to tell yourself to avoid feeling hurt by these words. It wasn’t as important what he said, but the way he said it. He looked really annoyed with you and his eyes told you that he’d rather you weren’t here.

“Namjoon,” Jin said, suddenly getting up from the bed. “Can I talk to you outside for a moment?”

“I have to get back to work,” Namjoon turned him down and began to close the door.

“It will only take a moment,” Jin repeated in a stern voice and Namjoon sighed deeply before walking into the hallway to wait for Jin.

“What’s the matter with you?” Jin accused Namjoon, once he closed the door. “Why do you always turn into such a dick whenever Y/n’s over?”

Namjoon debated what to say for a moment and then sighed. “I don’t like her, man.”

Jin hadn’t expected him to say that which is why it took him a moment to regain his balance.

“W-why?” Jin asked.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, looking down. “Maybe it makes no sense, but she’s just… I don’t know. You’re always with her. Literally, always. You’re late to rehearsals and you’re constantly stuck in your dream world. It’s like… It’s like we lost you.”

“I’m in love, Joon,” Jin said, sighing sadly. “I’m sorry for being late, but I’m not sorry for anything else.”

Namjoon just nodded and swallowed, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

“You haven’t lost me,” Jin continued then. “Maybe I’ve just been a little preoccupied with my relationship but I’m still here. I’m still the same person. And, honestly, it hurts me to see you dislike the girl that I’m in love with. Give her a chance, Joon. Please.”

“I’ll try,” Namjoon said. “I’m happy for you, Jin. I am, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Just… try to find a way to make your relationship and job work, okay? And apologize to Y/n for me.”

Jin nodded his head and the two boys watched each other for a moment before laughing uncomfortably and sharing a quick hug to let each other know that there were no hard feelings between them.


Suga

Originally posted by randomgirlwitharobe

Yoongi was exiting his studio, on his way to his bedroom to prepare for your date, when he heard a voice outside of Jin’s room and stopped short.

“He’s not coming,” Jin was talking to someone on the phone. “Ever since he met Y/n, he hasn’t bothered to hang out with us. I’m not going to even ask him.”

Yoongi’s heart started to race when he heard your name slip from Jin’s lips. He listened more intently but he couldn’t hear what the other person on the phone was saying.

“No, I’m pretty sure she tells him not to go,” Jin said, then. “I mean, Yoongi was never a big fan of parties but if we asked him nicely, he would go. But then he started dating—”

Not wanting to hear him say your name again, Yoongi stepped into the room, surprising Jin and forcing him to drop his phone in panic.

“Knocking seems to be a thing that exists!” Jin exclaimed, clutching his chest and breathing deeply. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“What the fuck were you talking about?” Yoongi asked.

“W-what do you mean?” Yoongi saw Jin hang up the phone and put the phone in his back pocket without getting up from the bed.

“I heard you talk about Y/n, hyung,” Yoongi said. “It’s not cool.”

“Oh,” Jin said and then stayed quiet for a moment, trying to choose his next words. “I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that she’s sort of stealing you away from the rest of us, isn’t she?”

“She’s not stealing me away from anyone,” Yoongi replied angrily. “I’m the one who makes the choice to spend as much time with her as I can because, believe it or not, I love her. And I’ve never had anything like that before.”

“Look, I understand but—”

“No, Jin,” Yoongi stopped him, shaking his head. “If there’s a ‘but,’ then you don’t understand. And honestly, I can’t believe you would voluntarily talk shit about someone that means so much to me.”

“I’m not talking shit,” Jin defended himself. “And for the record, you haven’t even introduced her to us.”

“Well, maybe the reason why I haven’t introduced her to you is because you’re already behaving like a dick,” Yoongi said. “It’s already hard for her to be with me, she doesn’t need my friends hating her, too.”

Jin sighed, finally understanding that fighting with Yoongi about this was pointless. He was never going to win.

“I’m sorry,” Jin said, finally. “I’ll be nice. All of us will be. Bring her around sometime.”

Fighting the urge to yell a little more, Yoongi swallowed. “I’ll think about it.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by sosjimin

Hoseok was really excited when he told the rest of the members that you were coming to visit him since he was on tour and hasn’t seen you in a month now. All the other members cheered and congratulated him. All, except for Taehyung, who continued to sit on the couch at the other end of the room.

“Taehyung,” Hoseok called out. “Is something wrong?”

Taehyung raised his head from the phone in his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, hold on,” Hoseok told the five guys around him and headed towards Taehyung, sitting down next to him once he reached him. “Seriously, what’s the matter?”

Taehyung took a deep breath and locked his phone before turning to look at Hoseok.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Taehyung started. “But I don’t think Y/n is the girl for you.”

Hoseok’s mouth had suddenly gone dry. “Sorry, what?”

“I know you like her and that’s great, hyung,” Taehyung said. “But, really, there’s so many fish in the sea. I could introduce you to—”

“Wait, Taehyung,” Hoseok placed a hand on Taehyung’s face, covering his mouth to prevent him from saying anything else. “What are you trying to tell me? That I shouldn’t be with Y/n?”

“Well…” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. “She’s just so… weird. And she’s not your type at all.”

“I don’t have a type,” Hoseok said. “And if I did, I’m sure I’d just describe Y/n.”

“You say that now, but, seriously, hyung, she’s just a girl—”

“She’s not just a girl!” Hoseok jumped up from the couch, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. “She’s the love of my life.”

Taehyung wasn’t expecting this. Not even Hoseok himself expected to say that.

Intense silence was the only thing left in the room as Hoseok tried to get himself together. Once he felt like he did, he turned to look at Taehyung with a soft expression.

“I love her,” he told him. “And I’m sorry if you can’t accept that. But I would love it if you at least tried. I’m really not looking for anyone else, Taehyung. I’m happy with her.”

Taehyung swallowed slowly, understanding. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

Hoseok nodded, standing up again.

“Maybe try to get to know Y/n better,” he addressed Taehyung one more time. “I’m sure you’d really like her if you tried.”


RM

Originally posted by rapnamu

Namjoon always claimed that you brought out the best in him and all of the guys seemed to love you for it. They immediately accepted you as one of their own, and whenever the seven of them hung out together, they would invite you, too.

You were more than happy to hang out with them, of course. The only downside was Yoongi.

At first, you thought he looked annoyed all of the time, but then you found out that this was not the case. He was actually a really fun guy. And yet, whenever you were over at the dorm, Yoongi was always looking frustrated. You tried to start up a conversation with him, but he just cut you off shortly, basically letting you know that you shouldn’t even try.

You hated that. You saw how happy it made Namjoon to know that you got along with his friends and you didn’t want him to suddenly be upset because Yoongi seemed to have a problem with you. Which is why you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Can I talk to you, Yoongi?” you asked him one night, when the eight of you were hanging out in the dorm.

“We’re talking,” Yoongi replied subtly enough, so no one else would notice his immediate change in demeanor.

“No, I mean, alone,” you said. “I just have something I want to tell you.”

Namjoon perked up at this. “Keeping secrets from me, baby?”

You saw Yoongi roll his eyes at the nickname and you frowned for a moment, but then turned to face your boyfriend with a soft smile.

“Of course not,” you told him, quickly kissing him on the cheek. “Actually, this is about you. But I’ll tell you later.”

You stood up from the couch, giving Yoongi an expecting look. He finally realized that he had no choice but to follow you or he’d end up causing a scene in front of the others and that was clearly not what he wanted. So, groaning loudly, he got up from the couch and followed you out of the room.

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked Yoongi right away, as soon as he closed the door, separating you from the rest of the guys.

“What?” Yoongi blinked. “Where did you get that from?”

“Come on, it’s obvious. You always turn into a huge mess of anger and frustration around me,” you said. “And we’ve barely had any conversations. So, what is it? What have I done wrong?”

Yoongi sighed and looked back to make sure the door was still closed.

“It’s not you, Y/n,” Yoongi said. “It’s just… don’t get me wrong, but you’re always here.”

Now that was a punch in your face you weren’t expecting. “I’m not sure how I could get you wrong.”

“No, it’s not what I—” Yoongi shook his head, sighing again. “Okay, thing is, before you come over, Namjoon always gives us a long lecture – emphasis on long – about how we need to be on our best behavior once you’re around. And you’re always around! And all of a sudden, the rest of the guys just got used to you, and they can fool around and avoid Joon’s dirty looks but I can’t.”

You listened patiently, not daring to interrupt him.

“So, it’s not you that I hate,” Yoongi said. “I hate the fact that for some reason, I can’t be myself around you because Namjoon seems to think that you’ll leave him if you don’t like us.”

“That is bullshit,” you spoke finally. “First of all, I’d never leave Namjoon, I love him with all of my heart. Second of all, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Please don’t feel obligated to hold yourself back from whatever you want to do when I’m around. You can be yourself around me.”

“So Namjoon can lock me out of the dorm later? No thanks.”

“He wouldn’t do that,” you said with some hesitation. “I’ll talk to him about this, okay? I really don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”

Slowly, Yoongi nodded.

You nodded back. “I’m glad we talked about this.”

“Me too,” Yoongi agreed. “And I’m sorry I gave you the impression that I hated you.”


Jimin

Originally posted by jikookdetails

Jimin jumped around the back of the stage, telling everyone who listened that his girlfriend was in the audience tonight and he was ecstatic. This wasn’t the first time you would see him perform, but this was the first time you came to their actual concert.

However, thirty minutes until showtime, Jimin’s excitement died down.

“Oh God,” he said loudly. “What if I forget my moves? What if I get so distracted that I forget I’m even on stage? Or worse! What if I forget the lyrics?”

“Whoa,” Hoseok interrupted his self-doubt. “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin admitted. “I just know that Y/n’s here and I want to perform really well, so she would be impressed. But I’m so nervous that I feel like I’ll screw up.”

“Come on, Jimin, you’re always nervous,” Hoseok said with an encouraging smile. “You’ll be great!”

“No, but I’m freaking out,” Jimin continued. “Seriously, what if—”

“Jimin, is this because Y/n’s here?” Hoseok said, suddenly serious. “Because you tend to lose the grip on yourself whenever she’s in the audience. So, maybe – and this is just a suggestion – you shouldn’t bring her to your shows.”

“Shouldn’t bring her to my—what?” Jimin stopped fidgeting and looked at Hoseok with confusion. “But I want her to see me perform.”

“Do you, really?” Hoseok asked. “Because it sounds to me like you just need validation. And you’re making it seem that if you screw up on stage, she’ll dump you. So, I’m just saying that maybe, if you feel this terrified of her seeing you do something wrong, she’s not the one for you.”

Jimin was completely taken aback by his words. “Are you serious, hyung? I just needed you to tell me that everything would be okay, not give me relationship advice.”

“How many times have I told you that everything was going to be okay?” Hoseok countered. “I’m losing patience here. So, I’m sorry, but I’m just telling the truth.”

Hoseok had turned around to walk away, but Jimin grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Do you… not like Y/n, or something?” he asked carefully.

Hoseok bit his lip, looking for the right way to say this. “When she makes you this nervous – no. Not particularly.”

“But it’s not her that’s making me nervous,” Jimin said. “It’s me.”

“Yeah. And you’re nervous because of her. So, technically…”

Jimin just watched Hoseok for a minute.

“I don’t like this conversation,” Jimin said finally. “I don’t like hearing you say that you don’t like my girlfriend.”

“Okay,” Hoseok shrugged. “I’m going to go find the—”

“No, wait,” Jimin stopped him again. “If I promise to get a grip on myself whenever Y/n’s in the audience, do you promise to never ever use the words ‘hate’ and ‘Y/n’ in the same sentence again?”

“I don’t hate her, Jimin,” Hoseok said with a sigh. “I just don’t like that she turns you into a nervous wreck before every show.”

“It’s not her fault!” Jimin said a little louder than he intended to and a few make-up artists turned their heads to look at them. “It’s my fault I’m nervous. She’s not doing anything wrong. So, dislike me, if you have to. Not her.”

“But—”

“No, hyung,” Jimin cut him off. “Y/n’s incredible. I love her. There’s no reason for anyone to hate her and I won’t accept it if people do that.”

Hoseok, understanding that this was a lost cause, and Jimin wasn’t even hearing him, just nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Jimin repeated. “I’m going to go to freak out to Jungkook now.”


V

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

You always found Jungkook intimidating and you’ve told this to Taehyung multiple times. And every time, Taehyung would say that it’s nonsense and that it’s just your imagination because maybe Jungkook just wasn’t used to you yet.

But it’s been a year and Jungkook still left the room when you entered it. Every time he did that, you shot Taehyung a helpless look but he would just shrug his shoulders and smile, making you forget your worries momentarily.

Taehyung always did everything he could to make you feel welcome around the dorm, and the other guys seemed to like you, too. And yet Jungkook’s indifference still made the atmosphere glum for you.

“If this upsets you so much, I’ll talk to him,” Taehyung said one day after he noticed your face fall once Jungkook left the room again. “But really, you have no reason to feel uncomfortable here.”

You nodded but didn’t say anything. Taehyung placed a quick kiss on your temple and got up to find where Jungkook had gone to.

“Jungkook!” he called out in the hallway.

“Yeah?” a voice replied somewhere at the end of the hall and Taehyung headed over there to find Jungkook sitting on the counter in the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked him.

A little confused, Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. “Sitting.”

“Why’d you leave the living room?” Taehyung said. “We were about to watch a movie. Y/n said—”

An involuntary groan slipped past Jungkook’s lips and Taehyung stopped talking instantly.

“What… the hell was that?” Taehyung asked. “Do you not like Y/n?”

Jungkook stayed quiet but Taehyung wasn’t going to leave him alone.

“Do you seriously not like her?” he asked again. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“You never shut up about her,” Jungkook said so quietly that Taehyung almost didn’t hear him. “Whenever we do something, it’s always like Y/n this, Y/n that.”

Taehyung hadn’t realized that he talked about you that much. “Okay. So, tell me to stop talking about her.”

“I did,” Jungkook said, finally raising his eyes to meet Taehyung’s. “You stopped for, like, five minutes and started again. Do you realize that our team lost nearly every match on Overwatch because you—”

“Please don’t make this about Overwatch,” Taehyung stopped him. “I’m sorry if I annoyed you by talking about her all of the time. But you’re seriously upsetting her by leaving the room every time she comes over.”

“Am I not allowed to hang out elsewhere?” Jungkook said nonchalantly. “She’s not my girlfriend, she’s yours. I’m under no obligation to always be around whenever she is.”

This hurt Taehyung for some reason and he needed a moment to recover.

“You’re my best friend,” he told him, then. “And she’s my girlfriend. She gets along with the rest of the guys perfectly but you’re being difficult.”

“I’m not being anything,” Jungkook countered. “And I don’t remember there being a rule that best friends had to get along really well with the other girlfriends.”

“There’s no rule but it would make me happy.”

Jungkook groaned again, forcing Taehyung to sigh.

“Okay. Don’t be friends with Y/n,” he told Jungkook then. “But, please, at least don’t dramatically refuse to be in the same room with her. It’s not cool.”

“Fine.”

“And… you would definitely like her if you got to know her,” Taehyung added with a playful smirk. “She’s really good at Overwatch.”

Jungkook squinted at Taehyung. “You’re just saying that to make me like her.”

“No,” Taehyung shook his head. “I’m saying that as a warning.”

“How is that a warning?”

“When you find out how good she is, you’ll want to date her, too,” Taehyung said. “But back off. She’s mine.”


Jungkook

Originally posted by jengkook

The boys had a thirty-minute break before their next interview and they were planning to explore Tokyo for a little while before coming back. Jungkook, however, was holed up in his hotel room.

“I’m good,” Jungkook told Jimin who came to ask him to come with the rest of them. “I’m going to skype-chat with Y/n.”

“You skype-chatted her this morning,” Jimin said matter-of-factly. “Does she not have anything better to do but talk to you?”

“She’s free from school today,” Jungkook answered, not raising his head from his phone. “It happens rarely and I’m using this as an opportunity to talk to her.”

“Jungkook, you’re already texting her,” Jimin said, pointing at his phone. “And you can text her while you’re outside, too.”

“Yeah, but I want to see her. And it’s only possible on Skype.”

“But we want to see you, too!” Jimin said, raising his voice and making Jungkook finally look up at him. “Seriously, ever since you started dating her, we haven’t even heard anything from you. The only time we see you is during rehearsals and on stage when we’re performing.”

“And that proves that you see me for the majority of time every day,” Jungkook replied. “So, I don’t get the problem.”

“The problem is that she has you wrapped around her finger and you don’t even see it,” Jimin snapped. “You’re adjusting your schedule to fit hers. You’re taking extra flights to see her and then show up to rehearsals jetlagged and exhausted. It’s not good for your health. Does she care about that? No, it doesn’t look like she does, she just—”

“Stop right there, Jimin,” Jungkook said, locking his phone and putting it away to concentrate on this conversation. “I don’t remember you being part of my relationship. And I sure as hell don’t remember you talking to Y/n and asking her what she cared about.”

“Okay, no need to get all pissed off,” Jimin said, suddenly a little intimidated by Jungkook’s angry and protective tone. “I’m just stating the obvious. You’re obviously sacrificing a lot to be with her and she’s not doing much—”

“Have you thought that maybe the reason why she’s not doing much is because she can’t?” Jungkook was shouting now. “She can’t fly out to see me, because, unlike me, she doesn’t have enough money to fly around the world whenever she wants to. And she can’t hang out with me as often as she wants because she has exams almost every day. On top of that, she gets hate for simply being my girlfriend. So, I’m sorry if you don’t like the fact that I’m trying to make this relationship easier for her.”

Jimin stayed quiet for a moment. “I didn’t think about that.”

“Of course not,” Jungkook huffed, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “I’m sorry for losing my temper. I just wish you understood how scared I am to lose her. This relationship is hard work, for Y/n especially, and it’s even harder when I’m away. But I would never even think about ending it. I love her too much.”

Jimin nodded, no longer having any other comments to add.

“Okay,” he said. “I see. I’m sorry I said those things. Tell Y/n I said hi.”

Him & I (Ethan Dolan)

NEW ETHAN DOLAN SERIES! 

Series based on Him and I by G-Eazy and Halsey

Originally posted by punishmedolans

Having a guy for a bestfriend is great! You can be your true self with them without having to worry about them judging you. You can spend the night playing video games and eating junk food and they’d be perfectly happy. You don’t have to spend hours on your appearance because they don’t care what you look like. I still remember the day I met my best friend Ethan Grant Dolan. 

I was sitting in my first grade classroom, coloring my picture and minding my own business. Suddenly the blue crayon I was using was ripped straight from my hand. 

“hey give that back!” I yelled turning to the culprit. 

He was tiny boy with brown hair and brown eyes. 

“but I need this crayon!” the boy yelled stomping his foot. 

“but I was using it.” I yelled back at him. 

“too bad it’s mine now.” He said sticking his tongue out at me. 

I don’t know why I did it, but I was so angry that I punched him in the nose. He dropped the crayon and started crying. I picked up my crayon and went back to my picture. It wasn’t long until our teacher sent us both to the office. I got yelled at by the principle and was told that I needed to go and apologize to the boy. I rolled my eyes walking out of the office. I saw the boy standing with his mom. I walked over standing in front of him.

“I’m sorry for punching you.” I mumbled not really meaning my apology. 

“you didn’t punch me?” The boy said confused.

“no you punched me!” 

I did a double take, there were two of them. 

“who did I punch?” I asked shaking my head. 

“me, Grayson.” the boy said holding a tissue to his bleeding nose. 

“well, Grayson I’m sorry for punching you.” I said rolling my eyes. 

I had to sit in the office until my mom could pick me up. I was sitting in the chair swinging my legs back and forth when the other boy approached me. 

“did you really punch my brother?” He asked smiling at me.

“he took my crayon!” I exclaimed. 

“He’s mean, I’m glad you punched him. Want to be best friends?” the boy asked sitting beside me. 

“sure! I’m Y/N.” I said turning to him. 

“I’m Ethan!” He said. 

And we’ve been best friends ever since. Grayson eventually grew on me too, when he wasn’t stealing my crayons. Ethan and I would always have a special bond though. I’ll be honest, it hasn’t always been easy being his bestfriend. When they started posting videos on vine the whole school made fun of them, and me too. I didn’t care though, I stuck by Ethan and eventually people started to love them and they got super popular. Ethan and Grayson even have a place in LA now which is really cool, cause I can now say I’ve been to LA. Now they were famous, going on tours, even on a TV show. At the end of the day though, Ethan would always be the same kid who applauded me for punching his brother. 

“ETHAN!” I screamed running towards him. 

He dropped his luggage and picked me up in a big hug. It’s been a week since I’d last seen Ethan.

“I missed you so much Y/N!” Ethan said hugging me tighter.

“I missed you too, but I can’t breath with you hugging me so tight.” I choked out.

Ethan laughed letting me go. 

“I mean I know we aren’t bestfriends but not even a hug for me?” Grayson said beside me.

I turned around giving Grayson a big hug as well. I could see some fans snapping pictures but the twins and I had made it clear that I was just a friend. 

“let’s go home, I’m starving!” Ethan said grabbing my hand and walking out of the airport with Grayson and myself.  

“did you watch TRL?” Ethan asked as he played with my fingers in the backseat. 

Grayson sat up front talking to Lisa, their mom.

“of course, you were on it.” I said giving him a smile. 

“you’re great, you know that?” Ethan said slinging an arm around my shoulders. 

“I know, that’s why I’m your bestfriend!” I said smirking at him. 

We pulled up to the Dolan household and I helped Ethan bring his stuff in. I went up to his room to help him unpack his stuff and so we could catch up. He started to unpack and was telling me all about their recent trip to New York where they film TRL. 

“a bunch of fans asked about you today.” Ethan said throwing the clothes out of his suitcase. 

“oh yeah, what did they say?” I asked leaning back on his bed. 

“they just wanted to know if we were dating, and to tell you that they loved you.” He said laughing. 

“they always ask if were dating.” I said putting a hand to my forehead. 

“so how about you, how was your date with what’s his face?” Ethan asked sitting down beside me. 

“his name was Matt, and it was awful, he tried to kiss me and well it made me feel weird.” I said sitting up to look at Ethan. 

“why would it make you feel weird?” Ethan asked. 

“well, it’s a funny story, I’ve never actually kissed anyone.” I said scratching the back of my neck.

“but you told me that..” Ethan started.

“well I lied.” I said looking down embarrassed. 

“why would you lie?” Ethan asked making me look at him. 

“because I’m 17 Ethan and everyone around us is doing it and I feel like a loser, but it’s my first kiss, I don’t want it to be with just anyone, I want it to be with someone special, someone I trust.” I said bringing my knees to my chest.

Ethan was silent for a moment, probably trying not to laugh at how lame I sounded right now. 

“someone like me?” Ethan finally said.

I could feel my face instantly get hot. Ethan was special to me, and I trusted him with everything I had in me. 

“you trust me don’t you?” Ethan asked getting closer to me. 

“but why would you want to do that?” I asked looking at him.

“because I’m your bestfriend, and your first kiss should be special, and I don’t want you to waste it on some jerk who is going to break your heart.” Ethan said shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal. 

“but won’t things be weird afterwards?” I asked looking at the boy I had know since we were five years old.

“I mean not if we don’t make it weird.” He said laughing a little

“but I don’t know what I’m doing.” I said feeling very nervous. 

“It’s okay, I’ll show you.” Ethan said sitting in front of me. 

I shuffled closer to Ethan still unsure of what was about to happen. Was I really about to kiss him?

“okay, now I’m going to put my hand on your cheek and lean in, you lean it too.” Ethan said putting his hand on my cheek. 

Ethan’s touched me many times before but for some reason now his touch sent shivers down my spine. Ethan slowly leaned in causing me to lean in now too. Our lips were almost touching. I could feel his breath hitting my face making me even more nervous than I already was. 

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Ethan whispered in a low breathy voice. 

I shook my head shyly as the beating of my heart escalated in my ears. Ethan pressed his lips on mine softly. His lips were warm, and surprisingly soft. He pulled away after a brief second. 

“you have to kiss back, you know that’s the whole point of a kiss.” Ethan said laughing.

I could feel the redness spread on my tanned cheeks. 

“It’s okay, just let it happen and you’ll find you already know what to do.” Ethan said smiling at me. 

Ethan leaned in again connecting our lips. This time I kissed him back. He was right, I already knew what to do. I found myself tangling my fingers in the ends of his hair as our lips moved in sync with one another. I could feel butterflies erupt from my stomach every time his lips pressed down harder on mine. I didn’t know what this feeling was, it was something I’ve never felt before. It was like I was floating, like suddenly his kiss was the only thing that kept me grounded. I can’t say that I didn’t like it either. 

“hey Ethan dinner is, woah sorry.” 

Ethan and I quickly pulled away to see Grayson standing in the doorway in shock. I immediately felt the redness spread back to my cheeks. 

“we’ll be right down.” Ethan said shrugging.

“uh, ah um.” Grayson stuttered obviously confused and in shock of what he just walked in on. 

“she’s never had her first kiss, so I was showing her.” He said shrugging his shoulders again. 

I put a hand to my forehead. I don’t know what I was more embarrassed by, the fact that Grayson caught us kissing, or that Ethan just blabbed the secret that I’m 17 and this was my first kiss. 

“maybe I can be your second.” Grayson joked. 

I got up throwing Ethan’s pillow at him. 

“you hungry, pizza is downstairs.” Ethan asked standing up. 

“wait aren’t we going to talk about what just happened?” I asked standing up. 

“Grayson will tease for a little but he wouldn’t actually tell anyone.” Ethan said.

“that isn’t what I’m talking about.” I said shyly. 

“then what, are you okay?” Ethan asked. 

How was I supposed to tell the boy I’d been friends with for 12 years that I liked it when he kissed me? The answer to that question is simple, you don’t. 

“never mind let’s go get food, I’m starving.” I said walking ahead of Ethan and down the stairs. 

I couldn’t make eye contact with Grayson as I sat down beside Cameron. Ethan came down taking the seat beside me. 

“did you finish unpacking yet Ethan?” Lisa asked him as she passed out pizza to each of us.

“nope, but he wasn’t unpacking.” Grayson smirked as he took a sip of his water.

I grabbed one of the pieces of pineapple off my pizza throwing it at him. Grayson just laughed making Lisa and Cameron look at each other with confusion. 

“not yet, but I’ll finish as soon as we’re done eating.” Ethan said taking a bite of his pizza.

I ate in silence feeling the awkward tension in the air. If one of the Dolan’s talked to me I would answer their question and then go back to eating in silence. I could tell that Ethan noticed because he kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. Once we were finished eating, I offered to help clean up before following Ethan back to his room. 

“now you finish unpacking now, no distractions!” Grayson yelled down the hall with a laugh.

“ignore him.” Ethan said hopping on his bed, definitely not unpacking. 

I don’t know why I felt so awkward all of the sudden. Ethan and I had never been shy in front of each other, but suddenly I felt like it was the first time I was meeting him. 

“what are you doing? come over here!” Ethan said patting the spot beside him.

I crossed the room sitting on the spot he indicated. 

“okay what’s up with you? You’re never quiet around us? Is it Grayson’s teasing? Should I go talk to him?” Ethan asked turning towards me. 

That was the problem, I didn’t know what was up with me. 

“uh no, I’m just not feeling very well.” I lied shrugging my shoulders.

“well lay down and let’s watch a movie and hopefully you’ll feel better in a little bit.” Ethan said crawling under the covers. 

He had his arms open for me to crawl in to them. I was never hesitant about cuddling with him, but now it felt as if I was crossing a line. What line that was, I had no idea. I knew I needed to snap out of this. I crawled under the covers leaning on him. 

“what do you want to watch?” Ethan asked handing me the remote.

I grabbed the remote and started scrolling through Netflix. Of course all the suggested movies were romantic ones. I picked a random comedy, giving Ethan his remote back. He wrapped his arms around me before focusing on the movie, but my mind was far from focusing on the movie. Halfway through the movie Ethan fell asleep much like he always did when we watched movies. He was a terrible movie buddy. I got out of his arms before sneaking out of his room. It was pretty late anyways so I was just going to head home. Normally I’d just fall asleep in Ethan’s room with him but it didn’t feel right this time. I walked out of his door running right in to Grayson.

“leaving so soon?” He asked with a smirk. 

I shrugged my shoulders not in the mood for his teasing. His demeanor immediately changed when I looked to the floor.

“did I hurt your feelings? I’m sorry if I did Y/N, I was totally just kidding.” He said giving me an apologetic look. 

“no Grayson it’s okay, I just don’t feel to well.” I again lied all too smoothly. 

“did something happen between you and Ethan besides well uh yeah?” Grayson questioned rubbing his neck nervously. 

well yeah, something did happen. I liked it. 

“no, we’re fine. I’ll uh see you guys tomorrow. If Ethan wakes up tell him I went home and I’ll text him tomorrow.” I said giving Grayson a hug before walking out of the Dolan household. 

that night was anything but peaceful. I couldn’t figure out why I was acting differently. So I did what every teenager does when they can’t figure something out. I went to the internet. I found many stories from teenage girls like myself telling a similar story. One caught my eye in particular. 

One day my best guy friend and I accidently drunk kissed at a party. I didn’t think anything of it in the moment but everything changed after we accidently kissed. It was like I was seeing things from someone else’s point of view. I was suddenly very nervous around him. I was hesitant to do the things we would normally do. I started to see him in a different light and he was suddenly everything I had ever wanted. That is how I realized that I was in love with my bestfriend.

In love? With Ethan? Could I be? He was incredibly attractive, there was no denying that. He knew me better than I knew myself. He always had my best interest in mind. But could I really be in love with my bestfriend? I tossed and turned trying to think of something else that could explain what I was feeling. It would ruin our whole friendship. I couldn’t be in love with him. I didn’t realize how long I was contemplating until my phone lit up with a text from Ethan.

Ethan: I hope you’re feeling better! Guess what I have a date today!

A date? I read the words and was immediately filled with sadness. Ethan’s had dates before and I thought nothing of it, he even had a girlfriend for a couple months and I was happy for him. I don’t understand why the simple word filled me with so much dread now. 

: a date? with who? 

Ethan: just a girl I’ve been texting, it’s nothing serious just want to hang out with her.

: oh cool.

Ethan: I was kind of hoping you’d come help me get ready so I can make an impression? You’re better at this stuff than I am. 

The last thing I wanted to do was to help Ethan impress another girl. 

: sure I’ll be over soon.

Ethan: you’re the best love you!

I sighed setting down my phone. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair before heading over to the Dolan household. I walked in to a nearly empty house. 

“where is everybody?” I asked to no one in particular. 

“oh hey!” Ethan said running down the stairs. 

He pulled me in to a big hug. 

“Mom and Dad are away today and Cameron is with her friends. Grayson just went to meet his girl.” Ethan explained grabbing my hand and dragging me up to his room. 

He had clothes all over his bed.

“I can’t find an outfit to wear.” He said looking at me before laughing. 

wow he was putting in a lot of effort in to this. 

“don’t worry, I’ll help you.” I said pushing my feelings aside. 

I grabbed an outfit matching it for him. 

“Here, put this on.” I said handing him some nice jeans and a dress shirt. 

He ran to the bathroom putting on the outfit. He came out and he looked incredibly handsome, just like I knew he would. 

“wow, I look good, thanks Y/N you’re a life saver!” He said giving me a hug. 

“you’re welcome. you know you have to tell me all about this girl now.” I said giving him a look. 

“I will when I get home, I promise, you can chill out here and as soon as I get back we’ll hang out!” He said grabbing a jacket and putting it around his shoulders. 

I gave him a wave and watched him walk out the door. It was quiet in the house. I couldn’t fight this feeling of overwhelming sadness. I walked to the kitchen opening the cabinet. I found a full bottle of liquor calling my name. I grabbed the bottle before slumping on the couch. I unscrewed the top feeling the alcohol slide down my throat. I coughed not used to the taste. I took a couple more long swigs until I started to feel the effects. Suddenly the door slammed open and in walked an angry Grayson. 

“what happened to you?” I asked giving him a look.

“my date stood me up.” He said slouching on the couch beside me. 

“here this will help.” I said handing him the bottle of liquor. 

Grayson took the bottle taking a long drink of it. 

“you’re right this does help.” He said before taking another long drink. 

Grayson and I passed the bottle back and fourth until it was completely empty. 

“you’re date doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.” I said offering Grayson a smile. 

“what about you, why are you so upset?” He asked turning his body towards me. 

I leaned back on the couch looking at the ceiling. 

“I think I’m in love with someone, and he doesn’t feel the same.” I said not taking my gaze off the ceiling. 

“who?” Grayson asked making me look at him. 

At this point it was the alcohol talking. Sober, I would’ve never admitted this to Grayson. You know what they say though, drunk words are sober thoughts. 

“Ethan.” I admitted.

“wait you love Ethan?” Grayson asked springing up off the couch. 

“yeah I love Ethan.” I said out loud. 

As soon as the words left my lips I felt this sense of relief wash over me. 

“you have to tell him!” Grayson exclaimed. 

“What! I can’t tell him! It would ruin our friendship! Besides Ethan does not like me like that Grayson! I can’t tell him and you can’t either!” I snapped.

I sank back in to the couch, Grayson falling beside me. 

“Look, you’ll never know if you don’t try. Besides the way he was kissing you yesterday didn’t look just friendly to me.” He said 

“It didn’t?” I asked looking at Grayson. 

“nope.” Grayson said popping the p. 

“then how did it look?” I asked. 

“like this.” Grayson said grabbing my face and crashing his lips on to mine. 

It was weird, not like when I kissed Ethan but the alcohol fogging my brain told me to kiss him back, so I did. Grayson deepened the kiss, laying be back on the couch. He hovered above me still not breaking the kiss. He slowly put his hands under my shirt pushing it up a little bit. I felt a shiver as his bare hand gripped my hip roughly. I slid my hands under his shirt feeling his toned abs and chest. Grayson pulled away before yanking his shirt off. He attached his lips to my neck, kissing up to my jawline and then putting his lips back on mine. 

“hey Y/N I’m..” 

ETHAN’S POINT OF VIEW

I pulled up to Jessica’s house ready for our date. I had been texting her for a little bit and was excited to hang out with her. She seemed like a pretty nice girl and I wanted to get to know her more. She came out wearing a nice dress and giving me a big smile. 

“are you ready to go?” I asked offering her my hand. 

“sure, let’s go.” She said offering me another smile.

She was silent as I drove to the restaurant I was taking her too. I glanced at her but it wasn’t her sitting there suddenly, it was Y/N. I shook my head quickly taking my eyes off the road.

“Ethan are you okay?” She asked putting a hand on my arm. 

“yeah uh, I’m fine.” I said shrugging my shoulders. 

okay that was odd? Why did I just imagine my bestfriend? I pulled in to the restaurant offering my arm to Jessica. We walked in the restaurant, taking a seat and making small talk. I was being my goofy self and trying to make her laugh. I said something funny making her burst out laughing. Instead of her laugh I heard Y/N’s laugh. I quickly put my hands over my ears. I saw Jessica look a little hurt as she stopped laughing. 

“Ethan what’s wrong?” Jessica asked.

I was going crazy. 

“I uh am not feeling to well, I’m sorry Jessica I have to leave.” I said getting up quickly from the table.

“wait who’s going to take me home?” She called after me. 

I ran jumping in my car. I could feel my heart beating quickly. What was wrong with me? Why am I imagining Y/N? Did that mean I wanted to take her on a date? I thought of yesterday, my lips on hers. Her lips were softer then I’d imagine they’d be. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair before starting up the car and driving home. What was I going to tell her? She’d ask how the date went, I couldn’t tell her that I imagined her and freaked out and left. I pulled up to the house seeing as she was still here. 

“hey Y/N I’m..” I started but immediately stopped at the sight in front of me. 

Grayson was on top of her, shirtless, and kissing her lips. She quickly threw Grayson off of her. 

“Ethan.” She gasped.

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part two

Inspired by today’s eclipse and for @sterekwritingroom‘s flash event.

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The first group of weres pass through Beacon Hills on a Thursday. Stiles probably wouldn’t notice except that he’s spent the past year and a half hanging out almost exclusively with supernatural beings and that… well, ok, these guys aren’t exactly subtle. They tilt their heads almost in sync as he passes by them –– heading in to pay cash at the gas station while they pile back into their packed SUV. Noses flare, stances shift, and Stiles has about point five seconds to plan a bolt back to the Jeep before one of them’s announcing “Don’t trouble your Alpha; we’re just passing north for the event.” And then they’re back in the SUV and gone.

So… yeah, not to diminish Stiles’ awesome deductive skills here but… not subtle.

The second sighting happens before school on Friday, when Stiles ducks into the Dunkin’ Donuts for some much needed coffee and practically trips over a trio of sugar-high toddlers. One of them, wearing what looks like a home-painted t-shirt, decorated with a slightly uneven yellow circle, is midway through whining “Momma, we’re gonna miss the––“ when she stops in her tracks to stare up at him.

Stiles blinks down at her, the door perched against his elbow.

“Say ‘scuse me,” the boy next to her murmurs. It’s too early for this, brain crawling the sludge-slow of non-coffee through his system, and Stiles isn’t sure which of them he’s talking to.

“Excuse me,” he says and all three immediately shuffle, staring wide enough it makes Stiles’ eyes ache for them. He starts past, scrubbing a hand across his jaw self-consciously, wondering if he’d missed sleep drool or a sock in his hair or something on his mad rush out the door but, two steps past, the youngest kid snuffles and speaks up, soft: “Are you gonna come see the moon with us?”

It takes another step for Stiles to register that she’s talking to him, but by the time he blinks back the boy’s already tutting at her.

“No Lucy. He’ll go with his own pack.”

The little girl’s mouth opens in a wide, understanding O, while her older sister tugs proudly on her yellow circle shirt. It’s painted a messy black in the middle, inside the bright golden edge, and Stiles kind of forgets coffee for a minute in the face of actual werewolf children and then there’s a woman stepping up behind them, coffee and a box of munchkins in hand, dropping a fond hand to ruffle the boy’s hair as she gives Stiles an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, they’ve never been through another pack’s territory before. We’ve been driving since Arizona –– long trip for the little ones. But I couldn’t miss the chance for them to experience this. Best sighting until totality in 2017!”

“I’ll be ten,” says the boy, in the tone of one who’s done the math very carefully a dozen times over.

Stiles nods, a little lost because werewolf toddlers, and manages “well that’s… good.”

“I’m two,” the youngest puts in proudly, vaguely missing the thread of the conversation but eager to take part, and Stiles smiles back, wishing he had a little more coffee in his system because it’s not like he’s oblivious about what’s going on in the world this weekend, but he’s starting to feel a little dense for not connecting all kinds of dots sooner.

Then again, there’s another person who probably could’ve connected them for him.

“They don’t know how lucky they are,” the woman adds, beaming down. “I had to wait years for my first one and I’ll never forget the experience. Of course, you won’t feel it the same way as us,” her tone going apologetic, “but I’m sure your pack can’t wait to take part.”

And then she’s ushering the kids out the door with promises of donuts in the car, and Stiles is tugging out his phone, pulling up Derek Hale’s number.

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Richie Tozier: Richie’s girl

Request  “ can you do one where reader used to be a trashmouth like richie but then she got bullied really bad so she stopped talking and now she’s quiet (almost mute) but then she becomes friends w/ the losers club and gets really comfy with richie but they dont know why bc she seems shy and stuff and richies super loud and flirty w/ her and one day when they’re alone she talks for the first time with richie and they’re cute and fluffy and she opens up about how she likes him and maybe sweet kisses ahh ily ?”

A/N i feel like i paced this weird fjndfjsn, i hope i got in everything u wnted also, of course; ily2.

Pairing → Richie Tozier x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Warnings  →me putting detail into things that didn’t need that much detail again smh


You smiled wide at whatever crude thing just came out of Richie’s mouth. You and the Losers sat around a small mossy clearing not far into the woods. You were lying on the grass, your legs propped up on a log, Stan and Eddie were doing their homework in the shade, Bill had brought Georgie along, and was keeping him entertained, and Richie was trying to start a fire, by twisting a twig between the palms of his hands.

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I-I Love Her Mr Barnes (Peter Parker x Barnes!Reader)

Originally posted by captainaudreystark

*gif not mine, belongs to captainaudreystark*

Author’s note(s): @help-im-a-fan-girl IM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT BBY <3

Summary: You’re dating Peter Parker, but what does your dad Bucky think?





“So…you’re dating someone, huh?”


The question caused (Y/N) to whip her head round so fast that she’d almost snapped her neck. She swivelled her chair around, so that she was fully facing the figure that leaned against the door frame of her bedroom. Standing there, was the girl’s father and almost instantaneously she could tell that he wasn’t happy. Steely blue eyes locked with her own (eye colour) orbs in a hard gaze as he stared at his daughter with pursed lips.  


(Y/N) looked down, twiddling her pen between her fingers as she bites her lip. The teenage girl knew how her dad was when it came to these types of things. He had always been overprotective of her and they’d always told each other every. He had every right to be mad, although he didn’t show it, she could feel it in the air, emitting from his brooding form.


Bucky was more than overprotective, that was for certain. After having her used as a leverage to be the winter soldier for years he had every right to be. The ex-war hero had left his girlfriend pregnant unknowingly when he went to war, when she was born, his daughter had been captured and raised by hydra until she was twelve, often threatened with torture if Bucky didn’t comply or refused training. The pair were kept in cyro and unfortunately Bucky lost all traces of his daughter after the collapse of hydra. She was left to fend for herself until Steve and the avengers found her when taking down hydra bases. Bucky and (Y/N) were later reunited during the civil war, where she had fought on Tony’s side.  


“Dad…” she murmured as he pushed himself off of the door frame, walking over to (Y/N)’s bed. He took a seat, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. He didn’t look at his daughter, scared of what emotions her face might convey. Steve had always told Bucky that this day would come, but he never thought it would come so soon. It hurt him, and it hurt to know that she’d kept it a secret from him.


“Were you ever going to tell me?” Bucky asked with a soft sigh, forcing himself to look at his daughter. Her soft (skin tone) face held a blank expression as she pondered over her answer. She knew this was a big deal to him, but she was scared of how he would react.


“Yes… eventually” she concluded, her straight posture deflating. Bucky only nodded into the silence of the dimly lit bedroom. (Y/N) found herself running her tongue over the dry skin of her lips as she thought about what to say next. “He’s a good guy dad, he treats me right, you can trust him”


Trust


Bucky didn’t trust very many people in his life, except for his daughter and Steve. So he certainly couldn’t trust anyone with his daughter. Especially after hydra. “Who is he anyways?” The super soldier asked casually, throwing himself backwards to lie on (Y/N)’s bed. He held his breath as silence swept over them, begging for them to be a random higher schooler and not-


“Peter Parker”


Bucky shot up so quickly that you could have mistaken him for Pietro. He looked at his daughter, eyes wide as he stared at her incredulously. “Stark’s kid?!”


Technically he’s not Tony’s child-“


“He almost ripped off my metal arm!”


“I mean, you were gonna punch him-“


“He’s-he’s spiderman!” Bucky yelled, causing (Y/N) to shrug nonchalantly. A small smile graced her lips as she twirled her chair back around to finish scribbling away at her homework.


“That just makes him cooler” she countered, the smirk on her lips evident in her voice. The older Barnes was fuming, not only was his daughter dating, but she was dating someone who could put her at risk. He didn’t want Peter near her, let alone kissing her or holding her hand. So he did the only thing logical that a father in this situation would do.


“I don’t want you seeing him anymore”


The sound of a pen clattering against the hard wood of the desk told Bucky that he’d captured his daughter’s attention. Except, she didn’t turn around to face him. He took this as a sign to continue. “He’s dangerous, an avenger and you didn’t tell me about him. So I don’t  see why I should give you my blessings to date”


“Get out” she whispered from her seat at the desk, not moving an inch.


“Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to young lady?”


“I said get out!”


And as if by magic, (Y/N) rose from her chair, eerily calm. She stalked her way over to her father,  clearly as brooding and as mad as he was minutes prior (she was just like Bucky, according to Steve). She looked up at him with a burning fire in her eyes before pushing him out of the room and slamming the door shut. She wasn’t in the mood for her dad’s bull, and knew if she’d said anything all hell would break lose.


All the while Bucky stood on the other side of his daughter’s bedroom door, wondering if he had made the best choice.




“(Y/N)”


“Baby”


“Princess?”


“Darling?”


(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully as she walked down the corridors of Midtown, a pile of heavy books in her arms as she made her way out of the school. Today had been a long day, she was tired and unhappy, mostly due to the events that took place the night before. Peter had caught onto her weird attitude early on in the day, when she didn’t greet him at his locker with her usual kiss, and  she the truth is, she had been avoiding him. With the knowledge that Peter would know something was wrong straight away, (Y/N) didn’t know if she could face her boyfriend.


The young Barnes made a sharp left as she headed for the exit of the school, making Peter slip and run after her. The couple suddenly came to a stop as (Y/N) tried to search for the car that would be picking her up, when Peter finally captured her attention.


“Did I do something wrong? “ The teen superhero asked breathlessly, bending down with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. His brown hair was slightly askew, falling over his chestnut eyes as he panted. When his girlfriend, finally, turned to face him he straightened and offered her a sheepish smile. “Cause Ned and Michelle said they noticed something was off about you and seem to think that I’ve done something wrong and- Oh! If I did, I didn’t mean to make you upset because I love you and I never want to hurt you- but you didn’t seem mad at me specifically but I-“


(Y/N) smiled at her boyfriend’s sweet rambling before she pressed a quick chaste kiss to his lips. A red dust rose on Peter’s cheeks as she pulled away, causing him instinctively to rub the back of his neck out of shyness. “You didn’t do anything wrong baby!” (Y/N) murmured frantically, trying to clear up any confusion. “It’s just that my dad and I got into a disagreement last night and he doesn’t really want me to see you-“


Peter shook his head, dumbfounded as he adjusted his bag strap. “He doesn’t want you to see me? But I thought he knew about us”


“Haha funny story-“ The younger Barnes giggled nervously as she spotted her dad leaning against a slick black car, a can of soda in his metal hand. “Look Peter, it’s hard to explain, I’ll text you okay?”


The teen superhero quirked a brow as his girlfriend looked up at him with a pleading look, almost begging him to let her go. He sighed, letting a small smile cross his lips as he nodded. He couldn’t help but feel all warm inside as (Y/N) kissed his cheek gratefully, when she tried to pull away Peter sneakily snuck an arm around her waist, pulling her in for an actual kiss on the lips. He could feel her form relax in his arms as they continued to kiss outside of the school’s entrance, that was until she went rigid and quickly forced herself away from him.


The brunette boy opened his eyes in confusion, feeling a presence behind his back. Only to turn around and be met with the, obviously pissed gaze of Mr James Buchanan Barnes himself.


“Oh shi-“


“(Y/N) get in the car” Bucky seethed, looking down at the young couple. She looked up at the dark haired male, a fire setting ablaze in her (eye colour) eyes. The two Barnes had a small stare off, until (Y/N) gave up with a huff. She turned to Peter with an evil glint in her soft hues before pressing a lasting kiss against his lips. She swivelled around, a smirk playing at her lips before she got in the car and slammed the door shut.


Bucky eyed Peter, his dark oceanic hues wondering over the boy’s nervous form. Bucky could see a completely different side of the masked hero now, he wasn’t confident, cocky, a smart ass. No. He was a regular, nerdy teenage boy who just so happened to be in a relationship with his daughter.


Bucky didn’t like that.


“H-he-heyy Mr B-barnes” The brunette boy stuttered, running his hand through his glossy locks nervously. Peter offered the older male a sheepish smile only for it to be returned with a deadly glare. “Ho-how’s your arm doing?”


Bucky grunted and let a cruel glare grace his lips as she watched the younger boy stutter nervously. “I’m sorry about your metal arm by the way, it’s… it’s a great arm you know? Of course you would, I mean it’s attached to you just like other body parts how stupid of me! It’s probably really useful too, y’know? It doesn’t just swing around between your legs- Wait I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just you know-I uh-uhhh” Peter rambled our of fear, taking a step back with each syllable. “You know what? I’m just gonna stop talking now.”


The Winter Soldier laughed, walking over to the young boy, who flinched away as if he was going to get hit. “Now you listen here kid,” The ex-assassin growled menacingly. “I made it perfectly clear to (Y/N)  that I don’t want her seeing you anymore… now if you wanna walk away from this you’re gonna keep away from her, got it?”

Peter unconsciously felt himself nod but he knew (Y/N) would be rolling her eyes in annoyance. Bucky smiled wickedly at the boy, patting him on the shoulder before heading to the drivers side of the car. The webbed superhero knew he was going to regret this.


“Mr Barnes I can’t, I really like your daughter”


Bucky froze, his metal hand crushing the can that he held in it, Peter jumped before quickly swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to look at the ex-hydra agent fearlessly. The super soldier’s brows furrowed as he wondered what could have possibly been running through this kid’s head that would make his question a well trained assassin. “Why?” Bucky questioned simply, wanting to know what the spider-powered hero’s intentions were for his daughter. He’d hoped it was something stupid, self-centred and shallow. Bucky needed a logical explanation for coming between the two.


“B-because I really like her l” Peter started, looking down and shifting from foot to foot. “She gets me, she didn’t judge me like other kids, she cares. She’s always there for me and makes every day better than the last. Please Mr Barnes, you have to understand…”


The older male just nodded, swiping a cool metal finger across his nose before getting in the car and driving away, leaving dumbfounded Peter Parker behind.




Bucky watched with a small smile as (Y/N) sat with the avengers. It was a Friday night and everyone was tired from missions and school, so they had decided to put on a movie and order some takeout. Bucky’s daughter was currently laying across the laps of three avengers, Thor was playing with her hair, smiling triumphantly to himself every time he’d braided it right. Clint  was occasionally poking (Y/N) in the tummy eliciting light chuckles from her every once in a while. While Steve was leaning on her legs, paying close attention to the movie that burst across the screen.


Sam, Wanda and Vision were seated on the floor in front of the longest couch, each had their gaze tied to the screen whilst Natasha, Bucky and Bruce sat on the smaller one. “She’s still mad at you” Natasha’s silky voice whispered into the darkness as Bucky looked away from (Y/N), he grunted in response as her turned to look at her but attentions was focused on the screen. “You know this isn’t just a phase, they really like each other”


Bucky rolled his eyes at his friend as she stood up before brushing down her clothes. “I’m going to get a drink, anyone want anything?”


The avengers all grunted in response before Natasha went into the kitchen. “Don’t all start screaming at once” she muttered sarcastically as Tony passed her on the way into the common room. He let out a small cough, trying to capture the attention of his friends. When they didn’t respond, he coughed again.


And again


And again


Oh my god Tony” Clint sighed in annoyance. “What do you want?”


The billionaire smirked. “I’m proposing a family dinner, we haven’t spent some time together in ages and I want to take you to a fancy restaurant”


The avengers groaned  in unison before (Y/N) piped up, lifting her head in interest. “You’re spending money on us? Free food? I’m down” she admitted rolling onto her side. Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from his lips, his daughter had quite the obsession with food.


The avengers were now interested, dreaming of all the gourmet foods they could shove down their throats.


“Why now?” Natasha asked, weaving her way back into the common room with a tray of drinks, passing them around to her team mates.


Sam nodded in agreement, taking a sip of the cola that he’d received. “Yeah, why the sudden interest in spending time with us?”


Tony threw his hands up in frustration, looking at his team in annoyance. “What? Can’t I invite you out? offer you free food?”


The avengers and (Y/N) looked at each other, a knowing glint in their eyes. “No” Wanda murmured, pausing the movie that she wasn’t able to focus on. The team laughed at her blunt answer whilst Tony rolled his eyes, a small smile gracing his lips.


“It’s because you” The brunette scientist emphasised, pointing at Bucky who put his hands up in defence. “Won’t let Peter come over to the compound anymore, so I’m lonely and want to spend time with the people I hate. Plus (Y/N)’s cool”


Bucky sighed, shaking his head as his daughter let out a loud chuckle. She made finger guns at Tony, a large smile splaying on her lips. “Right back at you Tony!” She turned, over onto her back, before sitting up slightly in Clint’s lap. “Can we invite Peter? Please?

“No”

“Yes”


Bucky growled at Steve, narrowing his eyes at him. The enhanced super soldier smiled in response, glancing back at Tony. “I think that’s a great idea! He’s part of the team now!”


(Y/N) and Tony let out a cheer, high fiving each other in victory. Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought of ways to kill that meddling Steven Grant Rogers.




The restaurant Tony had booked for the team was grand. Anyone could tell just by looking at the entrance. There were two large windows either side of the mahogany double doors, made of double glazed glass filled with aqua blue water and the prettiest sea shells you’d ever seen. A red carpet had been rolled up to the front, signifying that only the wealthiest could afford there.


Inside was no different, crystal chandeliers hanging magnificently from the ceiling, cream marble floors stretching across the room. The restaurant was filled with fancy tables, white table cloths draping over them, candles dotted in the middle. Sky high tanks were scattered across the room, the most beautiful corals spiralling throughout.


Maybe that’s why (Y/N) was so nervous to enter, the rest of the avengers and her boyfriend  were waiting inside, probably laughing and having a good time. Perhaps the nerves that were clawing at her stomach weren’t down to the eliteness of the restaurant but instead the fact that she would be with her boyfriend and her father in the same room. The younger Barnes let out a shaky sigh, adjusting the pale pink skirt of her knee length dress while she waited for her dad to finish with the concierge.


Bucky was dressed equally as smart, fitted into a black tux, his hair slicked back like it used to be when he was young…before he was the winter soldier.  The man smiled down at his daughter, securing her in a warm embrace as he readied them to enter the restaurant. “You ready babygirl? “ he questioned with a smile, clearly forgetting that Peter would be there too.


The (hair coloured) girl just nodded nervously, as the begun to walk towards the entrance. “Wait, Dad?” She asked softly, grabbing his hand before it reached the door handle. “I-I… Dad you know I love you, but I love Peter too and I just want you to get along, so w-will you try not to be intimidating. Please.


Bucky sighed, as much as he didn’t like you dating, he didn’t like seeing his baby so nervous and wary… it reminded him of the days where they used to threaten her if he fell out of line. “Of course sweetheart” he murmured as they made their way inside.


As (Y/N) has suspected, her father’s teammates had left only two seats left for the pair. One opposite Peter and One next to him. The teenage girl hurriedly went to sit next to her boyfriend, pecking him on the cheek reassuringly when he noticed that Bucky was standing behind her. The spider-like teen was dressed in black jeans, a crisp dress shirt whilst he donned a black tie and (Y/N) couldn’t help but blush as she eyed him. God he was cute. The winter soldier slipped into the remaining seat, offering the teenage boy a small, what someone might call, a smile. Although to Peter, it looked much more like a grimace, but it would do.


Tony caught (Y/N)’s gaze from across the table after everyone said their hellos, revealing that they hadn’t ordered yet. She gave him a slight glare, despite the grin on her lips to which he returned. He’d purposely chosen this seating arrangement.


“I propose a toast” The genius, called out, capturing the attention of his dolled up co-workers. “To (Y/N) and Peter, for finally having the courage to face up to frosty the snowman over there”


The genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist sent a wink the young couples way as they blushed. A while later, orders were taken and hot, fresh food at been placed at the table. (Y/N) scooped up a spoonful of the soup that she’d ordered for a starter. She frowned, her brows furrowing. The soup was a bit more bland than expected.  She looked around the table, desperate for some pepper and maybe even some salt. The (eye coloured) girl let out a sigh of relief when she spotted the salt shaker across the table next to her father. He was busy engaged in a conversation but she didn’t hesitate to try.


Daddy, can you please pass the salt”


It was as if time slowed down when Peter and Bucky’s hands met at the salt shaker. The avengers fell silent, looking at one another in shock as Bucky pursed his lips, staring the younger superhero down. The brunette teen flushed red with embarrassment, he knew what everyone was thinking but he swore it wasn’t like that. He’d seen his girlfriend ask for the salt but thought that her dad was too busy to pass it over and-


M-mr Barnes I-“ he stammered, trying to find the right words to explain the mishap. The boy cursed himself when no more words came out. This was his chance to prove to Mr Barnes that he deserved (Y/N) . That he was a true gentleman that loved her, that wasn’t using her for money, power or recognition. But he couldn’t, his form was so fear stricken that he couldn’t bring himself to look at his girlfriend’s mortified face.


Bucky eyed the kid, hoping that he’d say something, speak out against his blunder. The dark haired Male, leaned back in his chair as an angry blaze ignited in his chest. When the boy said nothing, Bucky couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of satisfaction, he didn’t want his daughter seeing anyone. She’d been through too much to get hurt again. It was now as clear as day to Bucky that Peter only wanted to get into her pants. With one last cold glare at the boy, Bucky rose from his seat leaving the table and heading to his car. Leaving two mortified teenagers in his wake.




(Y/N) tightly clutched Peter’s hand during  the car ride back to her home. When Bucky walked out, Peter quickly apologised and explained himself to his worrisome girlfriend. Of course she forgave him. She was too good to him. The rest of the dinner went by awkwardly, with Sam and Tony teasing earning some harsh slaps from Natasha and even Thor. Although the avengers knew the young couple wouldn’t go there. Tony offered her a ride home, Peter instantaneously deciding that he wanted to accompany (Y/N) back.


The three pulled up into the Barnes residence, the girl giving Tony a quick thank you before reassuring Peter. “I’ll be fine” (Y/N) whispered, peaking her head back into the car, all Peter could do was nod as she smiled slightly before making her way into her house.


Tony watched Peter in the rear view mirror, sensing his nervousness. He sighed at the troubled kid. “You should go after her kid” Tony hummed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The brunette boy looked up, meeting the eyes of his mentor. “Old Bucky clearly doesn’t see how much you both mean to each other, you should prove it to him.


and with that a cool silence swept over the car as Peter decided what he was going to do.





“It’s not what you think” Bucky heard, as the front door closed with a light click. “He’s not like that”


The ex-assassin looked up from the TV, his blue eyes meeting the enraged form of his daughter, his only daughter. “You’re embarrassing, you know that?” (Y/N) begun, her voice laced with hurt. “You had no reason to act the way you did, you left me, your daughter at a dinner because my boyfriend said something you didn’t like. You didn’t even hear him out, and Tony had to drop me home!”


The girl was seething, her body shaking with rage at each word that slipped past her lips. She loved Peter and wasn’t going down without a fight. “He tried to be nice to you, he just wants your approval and yet you continue to tear him apart! What’s wrong with you?”


The words wouldn’t stop now, and all the while Bucky let his daughter go out on a whim. No matter what she said, he wouldn’t budge. Bucky wanted to keep you safe, he was doing what was best for you. “(Y/N), I’ve made my decision, you’re not see him again. He could be using you”


“But he’s not!” The (eye coloured) eye girl yelled, flailing her hands about.  “He genuinely cares about me!”


“(Y/N)!” Bucky shouts suddenly, tired of the arguing. His daughter steps back out of fear, tears welling in her (eye colour) pools. “You’re grounded, you are not see him! I know what boys like him do, he’s only with you to get at your pants. Now go to your room”


(Y/N) flinches at the harsh words that escape from between Bucky’s lips, she runs to the stairs wanting nothing more than to be away from him in that moment but as she makes her  way up the glossy wooden steps, she realises something. “Peter would never use me, I more than anyone else would know. What happened at the restaurant was a misunderstanding,  I need you to know that”


Bucky sighed, watching as she made her way up the steps, being sure to slam the door to her bedroom once she was inside. His heart felt heavy as he sunk into the sofa’s embrace, having a teenager was difficult. Having a teenage daughter was even harder. The brunette male ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply into the skin of his palm.


A sudden knock at the door pulled Bucky out of his solemn state, tiredly, he pulled himself to stand and made his way over to the door. Too exhausted to check who it was, Bucky yanked open the door, readying himself to yell at the person who knocked for him so late on the night. Instead he was met with the nervous face of Peter Parker, the boy shook slightly in his spot out of fear as he came face to face with the infamous Winter Solider, AKA his girlfriend’s dad.


The young brunette gulped visibly. “H-hi Mr Barnes”


The door slammed shut. Who did that boy think he was? Coming to their house after what he pulled.


The trained super soldier locked the door, slinking back over to his couch so he could sleep away the drama that was today. However, the knocking didn’t stop. Damn, teenagers were annoying.


“I know you’re in there Mr Barnes, I won’t stop knocking until you hear me out”


Peter stood outside, trying his best to stand his ground as he knocked against the hardwood of the door. He refused to leave without a fight, hopefully not a physical one. Mr Barnes scared him. The was a split second where he stopped knocking, a silence forming on the other side of the door. Peter frowned, not wanting to give up, he begun to knock harder… until the door swung open.


All the hairs on his arm pricked up, causing his fist to stop mere inches away from Bucky’s nose. The teen superhero backed away quickly, a red hue consuming the creaminess of his skin. “I-ah, um… hi?” Peter offered sheepishly, meeting Bucky’s hard gaze.


“You have thirty seconds to explain yourself before I close the door.”  Bucky snarled, memories from earlier flashing in his head. Peter gulped, trying to rack his mind for anything to say. “Twenty seconds, and counting


The pressure of the count down caused Peter to perk up, he had to do this for (Y/N) and with that, the words started to pour from his mouth. “First of all, Mr Barnes, I’d like to apologise for this evening. I-I never meant for the situation to happen. I just wanted to show you I was a gentleman and that I listened to (Y/N) and wasn’t just u-using her” he took a shaky breath, trying to collect himself so he could show Bucky how much his daughter really meant to Peter. “Second of all, I’m sorry that we never told you. I guess we were both scared that something like this would happen, (Y/N) didn’t want to tell you about us, and she was unhappy talking about it, I would do anything to keep her happy and if that meant keeping my mouth shut, I did it”


He sighed, looking down as Bucky pursed his lips, nodding at the boy to continue. “But most importantly Mr Barnes, (Y/N) makes me the happiest guy in earth, there’s something about her that brightens up my day, that makes me think ‘how did I deserve such a girl like her?’ and… and I know that I don’t deserve her, there’s probably a million guys out there that could treat her better than me, but the thing is… it’s that I-I love her Mr Barnes”


The boy concluded his speech with a stammer, looking at Bucky nervously. The man himself hadn’t realised how deep Peter’s feelings ran for his daughter. The pair hadn’t noticed how the hair coloured girl had snuck down the stairs, listening in on Peter’s speech.


“You love me, Pete?” She whispered into the silence,  grabbing the attention of the two most important men in her life. He nodded from his spot, shocked that she had heard the whole thing. (Y/N) couldn’t help the watery grin that spread across her lips as she ran past the winter soldier, enveloping her boyfriend in a tight hug.


The girl cried softly into Peter’s blazer, whispering how much she loved him as she did so. He hesitantly, wrapped his arms around her, a soft smile tugging at his lips as they swayed gently in each other’s embrace. The older Barnes watched over the young couple as they held each other, and couldn’t help but wink at Peter in approval when their eyes locked.


They loved each other, he should have seen that sooner. It reminded him of himself and his daughter’s mother when they were that age, and who was he to get in the way of young love.



A/N: I’m sorry this took so long! I think this is my longest imagine yet. Also the restaurant is based off of one that my sister went to when she stayed in Dubai XD

Shape of You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N (Reader), Jared Padalecki (mentioned), Misha Collins (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.    

Word Count: 3500ish

A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.

It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.

They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.

“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.

“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.

“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.

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