i should figure it out though cause the other day i bought three

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Seven

Summary: You explain everything to Kathryn after faking your way through the rest of the convention. Back in Vancouver, you and Jared have to have a serious talk about the future of your pregnancy
Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Jensen, Kathryn Newton
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: pregnancy, angst, smut
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Series Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

For once, you were grateful that you were flying back on Monday morning so that you were able to spend Sunday night in the hotel.

You promised Kathryn that you’d tell everything to her that night, seeing as the small break for lunch really wasn’t enough time to explain yourselves properly.

She agreed to keep it quiet and, seeing as she didn’t have any panels left where she might accidentally slip up, you trusted her.

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The photo comes up on the screens in front and behind her, and Diana’s heart melts. It’s a photo of Lori wearing a Supergirl costume. The host, the audience, and everybody watching at home can see how utterly happy Diana is to see her daughter by the beautiful smile on her lips.

“So tell us, how does it feel to see her in that costume instead of Wonder Woman’s?” The host asks good-heartedly.

“I mean,” Diana starts, her smile just as bright, “Supergirl is one of her other moms so I’m not taking it personally.” She chuckles. “But I’ll still get her to wear a mini Wonder Woman costume, you’ll see.” Diana says playfully, winking at the host who laughs along with her.

“But how about her other mom, Lena Luthor? She doesn’t wear a costume.”

“No, she doesn’t, you are correct, but Lori has many L-Corp t-shirts and hoodies.” Diana laughs softly.

“You brought a video to share with us, right?” The talk-show host asks. “Could you explain to us what was going on before we show it to the audience?”

“Of course.” Diana’s smile widens, and she sits up straighter. “Kara and I found this t-shirt that says ‘my moms are heroes’ and we couldn’t resist it, we bought it for Lori.

“On the video, Lena is recording us putting the shirt on her, and she asks Lori who’s her favorite hero.”

“That’s an adorable t-shirt! Let’s see what happens.” The host says, and the video starts playing.

It begins exactly how Diana described it; you can hear Lena’s laughter as a three-year-old Lori fussed while Kara tries to put on the shirt over the one Lori is already wearing.

“Stay still for your mom, will you, λίγο φως?” Diana asks on the video, and the audience can see the child freeze like a statue which doesn’t necessarily make things easier, but Kara manages to slip the shirt on.

“What does it say? What does it say???” Lori asks excitedly, making Diana and the host laugh in the studio, although Diana has a look of pure adoration in her eyes.

“It says ‘my moms are heroes’.” Kara replies on the video, and Lori squeals, running around saying, “I love it! I love it!” over and over again.

“Lori? Lori?” Lena’s voice can be heard behind the camera. “Baby, which one of your moms is your favorite hero?”

The child pauses to consider the question, and Diana takes the opportunity to say, “You can’t see it, because she is behind the camera, but Lena was smirking at us. She thought she was just about to start something.”

In the video, the audience can see Lori running toward Lena, getting way too close to the camera, forcing Lena to quickly readjust it. “My favorite hero is you, mama!!!! Because mom and mommy always tell me I wouldn’t be here without your smarts!!!”

The audience “aw’s” in unison, and Diana chuckles lowly. “You should have seen how hard we all cried, especially Lena, of course.”

“I can imagine!” The host says. “So she really had a combination of all of your DNA’s? All three of you?”

“Yes.” There’s a proud smile on Diana’s face.

“That’s astounding!”

“I know! And as Lori said, it wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for Lena.”

“But how did she do it?” The host asks curiously, making Diana laugh heartily.

“You would have to invite her over so she could explain the specifics, but using Kryptonian and Amazonian tech and knowledge, plus Lena’s intellect, it was possible.”

“And was it a surprise to you and Kara?”

“Yes! Gods, it was!” Diana chuckles, but there are tears welling up in her eyes. “You know we can’t legally get married here, even though we are married by Amazonian convention, so when we started talking about having kids I just assumed it would be done with ‘men’s technology’, and that one of them would carry the baby since the two of them are the ones legally married here-”

“Does that hurt you? That it’s the two of them in the eyes of the government?”

“Do I wish we could all be married here? Yes. Does it pain me or cause any jealousy? Absolutely not. Our relationship is stronger than that.” Diana says with an easy smile.

The host makes an impressed face, and the audience laughs. “Alright, most of us can’t figure out how to make a two-person marriage work, but okay.” She chuckles. “But carry on, you were talking about Lena.”

“Yes, so I thought it would be done that way, with a donor, IVF, and one of them would carry it to term, but Lena had her secret plan.” Diana grins. “She found a way to combine our DNA’s and dispense the male donor.”

“How did you react when Lena broke the news to you?”

Diana looks almost as stunned by the question as she likely did on that very day. She blushes slightly, smoothing her palms over her thighs. “I… did not believe her, at first. Though I know her too well to think she would joke about something like THAT with me. I…” She pauses, reaching to discretely wipe the corner of her eye with her pinky. “Children are…. something sacred to my people. We, as you have likely heard, do not have them. So this meant so much not just for me, but for my Mothers, and my sisters…. and though I would have happily carried a child of just the two of them, the fact that she not only found a way to include me, but that.. they wished to do so. It was likely the best moment of my life.”

“We’re very happy for you and your family, and thank you for sharing Lori’s story with us, but before you go, we have a little surprise for you.” An assistant comes out with four shirts, one for each member of the family, including a tiny one for Lori, and he hands them over to Diana. “Our production came up with a mash of all your symbols.” The host explains, and Diana unfolds a shirt to see the resulted symbol at the same time as it is shown on the screens for the audience to see.

Hugging the shirts tightly, Diana thanks the host profusely as the show’s theme song starts playing and the camera zooms out to go to their commercial break.

{{written with the help of the wonderful @i-am-diana-of-themyscira }}
Puppy Love or That one time Logan accidentally set up his best friends

So i started this fic with out Anxietys name and I decided to finish it that way *shrug*

Puppy Love

Or

That one time Logan accidently set up his best friends

Logan had been very worried about his friend Anxiety recently. Anxiety’s ,well, anxiety had been very bad lately. Attacks occurring daily, sometimes even multiple times a day.  He was at a loss for what to do, how to help. But a three a.m. thought had reminded him that he’d once read about dogs helping to ease anxiety. So with out much more thought than that he had gone out the next morning and adopted a puppy from the shelter.


They had shown him a litter of puppies that had been abandoned roadside. He had instantly known which one was the perfect puppy for Anxiety. In the enclosure of curly haired and playful puppies, there was one all black one. It was pressed into the corner, watching the others play. Logan had paid the adoption fee and picked up the necessary supplies before heading home. He was hardly through the front door when he was accosted by Patton.


“Is that a puppy?”  he squealed, Logan held the small thing out of both his and Roman’s reach.


“It’s for Anxiety.” He said marching up the stairs and rapping on Anxiety’s door, forgetting that at this hour there was no chance that anxiety would be up. Patton and Roman drifted behind him excitedly.  After receiving no answer Logan threw the door open and marched inside. He reached for Anxiety’s blankets, ready to throw them off, but Patton stopped him before he could. Instead the moral side sat on the edge of the bed and gentle called his name, brushing the hair from his forehead.


Anxiety scrunched his eyes against the light, glaring at them.


“You better have a damned good reason for waking me up this early.”


“It 11 am,” Logan said, but Patton spoke over him.


“ Logan got you a present.” he squealed, unable to contain his excitement. Logan held the small bundle of black curls out and Anx took it as though it were the most fragile thing in the world, wondering eyes moving between the Logan and the puppy.


“I thought she might help you, you know, feel a little better.” Both Anx and Patton looked up at him slightly teary eyed.  He beat a hasty retreat from the room.

“What are you going to name her?” Patton asked, reaching out to scratch her head.


“I don’t know.” he answered, holding her up to eye level. “What about Sari.”

“That’s adorable. She does look like a Sari.”


“Ah, my princess.” Roman said from where he lent in the doorway.


“What?” Anx asked, his sleep addled brain thoroughly confused.


“That’s what the name means, my princess.”


“Awwwww” Patton grinned, taking the puppy from Anxiety’s hands and nuzzling up to her.


“How do you know that?”


“It is my business to know all sorts of things pertaining to princes and princesses.” He said with a smirk before also leaving the room as well.


“I suppose you want to go back to sleep?” Patton asked setting Sari on the bed, and looking at Anx who had already settled back into his pillows. The puppy stumbled up the bed and curled into Anxiety’s shoulder. Patton smiled and left the sleeping two.


The two emerged later in the day, Anx cradling Sari close to his chest as he went down the stairs before setting her on the living room carpet. Patton immediately stopped what he was doing, coming to lay on the carpet and play with her while Anx rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.


He sat down on the couch with a yoghurt and watched Patton giggle as Sari licked at his face and stumbled and pounced around. He valiantly fought to keep a smile off his face as he watched.


That night Patton sat unusually close to him so he could pet the sleeping puppy in his lap during their movie night. Anxiety was hyper aware of his body, pressed up on his left side. More so when Patton’s head dropped onto his shoulder, as deeply asleep as the puppy now sprawled across both of their laps.  He felt a strange mixture of relief and disappointment when Roman gently woke him up and convinced him to go to bed.


The next morning had Patton passing by Anxiety’s door… often.  There was puppy in there gosh dang it. Eventually a bleary eyed Anx stumbled out to let the puppy outside. Patton followed them, trying to be quite, knowing that Anx couldn’t handle bright and bubbly this early. He played in the grass with the pup while Anx made himself a cup of coffee, and tried to hide his disappointment when Anxiety scooped her up and took her back inside.  


“You coming?” He asked, pausing halfway up the stairs to look back at Patton.


“Really?” he visibly brightened.  Anx rolled his eyes and continued to his room, flipping the tv onto a random channel, flopping on his bed and scrolling through tumblr on his phone. Oh, and also trying not to smile at how cute Patton and Sari were, playing with the small toy Logan had bought.  Speaking of Logan, had Anx ever thanked him? He hadn’t. He was the worst. The very worst. Logan had done this incredible, sweet, thoughtful and slightly out of character thing for him and he couldn’t even bother to thank him? What a shitty friend he was, what a shitty person. Logan probably hated him. Probably? Logan definitely hated him. He…


His thoughts were interrupted by a series of small wet licks to his face.


“Ugh Sari,” He said pushing her off, undeterred she snuggled against his shoulder and tucked under his chin. It was only then that he realised how erratic his breathing had become, he wrapped an arm around her snuggling her tighter.


“You okay dude?”


Anxiety’s heart lept out of his throat as he remembered Patton was still in the room. He stared at him wide eyed, trying to figure out the answer to that question.  He thought maybe he was, the puppy pressed against his chest calming his breath and the way the light was hitting Patton’s concerned face causing his racing heart to start doing floppy-floppies.


The following weeks had Patton spending a lot more time in Anxiety’s room. Which lead to spending a lot more time with Anxiety himself. And why not? He had always enjoyed Anx’s company.  He enjoyed the newness of their three a.m. talks, even if he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open and accidently fell asleep.


He enjoyed waking up tangled together. He even enjoyed the surprised look on Anx’s just before he pulled away from him with a shamed blush. (He did not enjoy that part.)  


He immensely enjoyed that Anx seemed to stay a little closer to him now, sitting on the counter as he made dinner, and choosing to sit next to him at the table. Hey enjoyed the way their humor bounced off each other, dry sarcasm answering his enthusiastic puns.


Patton sighed, rolling over and looking at the moon through his window. Honestly it had been awhile since he had slept in his own bed, alone. He didn’t like it. Not anymore.

He tossed and turned for awhile longer before getting up and padding into the hallway. He paused outside of Anxiety’s door. It was late, really he shouldn’t wake him. He should just suck it up and go to bed.


He swayed back and forth, unable to decide what to do. The decision, however, was made for him as the door suddenly opened and he came face to face with a surprised Anxiety. They stared wide eyed at each other in the darkened hallway until Sari jumping on his leg provided a suitable distraction. He bent down and scooped the excited bundle up, laughing quietly as she licked his face.


“She missed you.” Anx whispered, looking at him with a face that said he’d missed him too. Or least he hoped that that was what Anx’s face said. He hoped he wasn’t reading too much into it.


“I couldn’t sleep without, no, I didn’t want to sleep without you.” he said with all the courage he had.


Anxiety stared at him, then took a very deep breath, then surged forward and kissed him.


This. This was everything Patton hadn’t been able to admit he wanted. This, which had been here the whole time. Why had it taken a puppy for him to really get to know this wonderful boy?


“Bleck” Anx said pulling away and wiping the puppy kisses from his lips.


“Sari ,” Patton scolded teasingly. “It was my turn to kiss Anx, not yours.”  


Anxiety rolled his eyes at him, but grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. This time they were tangled together before they fell asleep, and in the morning Anx didn’t pull away from him, and neither of them noticed Logan’s surprised face as they held hands all through breakfast, while Roman finally got his turn to play with Sari.


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Foam Armor Tutorial

@thewouldbeswedish asked, and I had been wanting to at least make mention of my painting discoveries, so here it is.

I shall add mine to the million or so others out there. I watched damn near every tutorial I could find, scoured Pinterest and combined a few different techniques, as well as coming up with my own(at least I hadn’t seen it elsewhere)

BEGIN!

Supplies

Paper(for your template)

Tape Measure

Exacto Knife/box cutter

Floor Mat foam

Craft Foam

Contact Cement

Hot Glue

Acrylic Paint
black, metallic gun metal, metallic sterling silver

Textile Medium(can be found with the acrylic paint)

Paint Brushes

Sponge

Rub ‘n Buff(totally optional)

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Camera Shy (Part 2)

Summary:  AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut.

Part One

Read on AO3 here

A big thank you to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged this story so far. Your support means so much to me and I love you all so much. I hope you like this next installment.

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A Helping Hand

//hey yall! inspired by a headcanon of my best friend @terfs-can-die , i wanna share the story of how jesse mccree got his first binder. because its about a time before then, there is some description of unsafe binding so warning for that (dont do it!) and also a warning for injuries and some hospital stuff. that should be all! please let me know what you think, and have a nice day!//

For Blackwatch operatives, injuries were unfortunately fairly common. With a height population of around a thousand, it wasn’t uncommon for a small squadron of ten people to leave, and at least four come back with some sort of laceration or other damage. Thankfully, technology has kept pace with their dangerous lifestyle, and the Caduceus technology employed by one of Overwatch’s head nurses has brought more than a few injured back to full health.

Jesse McCree is a fairly new recruit, but he has already made a name for himself in both his exceptional skill with his six-shooter, and his somehow increased likelihood of injury. He’s so brash, that on more than one occasion, Gabriel has suggested he wear a brighter color, because the standard black-and-grey gear doesn’t suit him quite right.

He lays injured and unconscious, just wheeled into the infirmary. The room is filled with a dozen or so of his coworkers, all in various states of disrepair. A few limbs are casted, some have still-healing lacerations, and more than one is sick with some flu or another. Angela comes to his side and finds the left side of his abdomen bloodied, the shirt providing blockage for the wound. It may have helped slow the bleeding on his way here, but now it is an obstruction.

Angela unclips his gear and removes it, causing him to stir slightly. She murmurs for him to rest, while she continues to assess the situation. With a confident hand and sharp scissors, Angela swiftly slices through his shirt; there is no room for privacy as he continues to bleed in slow streams. She is immediately greeted with two facts, and one shocks her far more than the other.

To little surprise, he has a graze across his stomach, probably from a bullet judging by the shape. A wave of her Caduceus staff and a few layers of bandages later and he’s healed in under a minute.

However, to her horror, the upper portion of Jesse’s chest is wrapped tightly in what appear to be bandages, causing a mild concavity of the ribs that should very much not be the case. A number of things click into place in her mind, but more prominent than that is concern for the health of her patient. “Gabriel!” she shouts over her shoulder, readying her scissors once more.

Gabriel knows better than to hover around Angela as she works. She’s a remarkably bright young doctor, and doesn’t need his fussing or protectiveness in order to do her job. But when he is called, he rises from his seat outside the infirmary and heads in, at her side in a second.

“What seems to be-” The question falls short as he looks over the unconscious recruit. After a pause, he sighs, and drags a hand down his face. He’s too young to be getting gray hairs - at least in his mind - but these kids have already given him a few. “Shoulda figured,” he tells himself, shaking his head slowly. “Rough life before…” The thought trails away, so he steps back and informs the doctor, “He’s gonna be out for two weeks.” Angela looks up at him, and the firm set of her brow is one that he’s seen before. She knows far more than him on this topic, and he is aware of that fact, and she is aware of his understanding of it.

“I can have him on his feet, mission-ready in three days.” She is confident of the matter, but Gabriel frowns.

“Two weeks. I want him out of missions for two weeks. Keep him in here if you have to, but Jesse McCree will not take another mission for two weeks.” He has his reasons, though he doesn’t want to share them just yet. He nods back towards the unconscious young man, turning the conversation back to the patient himself. “Get that off of him, and get him in some hospital stuff. I’ll be back tomorrow at ten AM, sharp.”

The next morning, Jesse McCree is fully conscious and almost entirely healed. He has some moderate scarring, but is most frustrated with the news he received earlier that Commander Reyes wouldn’t allow him to leave for fourteen days.

When Gabriel enters the room, he has his phone in hand. It’s an ancient thing, with touch-screen capabilities, rather than the more standard holo displays of the modern world. He puts it away and finds Jesse glaring at him, arms folded, looking about as sour as a lemon. “Why’m I chalked up for fourteen days, boss?” His tone is flat enough that his anger is thoroughly conveyed, even though he’s visibly still on the mend. Gabriel shuts off the screen, and pulls up one of the rolling chairs to sit beside his recruit.

“I’m approximating ten days for my Amazon delivery to arrive.” He speaks slowly, as though making an explanation, but it seems to have no effect on Jesse’s understanding. He begins to interrupt with a “Huh?” but Gabriel raises a hand to continue the outline. “Then two days for me to make adjustments to your gear once you have it on. Then-” But not even Gabriel’s still-aloft hand can hold back the sharp remark on Jesse’s tongue.

“You bought me something? What the hell?” His confusion borders on defensive, but Gabriel does his best to continue as though there was no interruption. He’s used to people not understanding his machinations, after all.

“Then two days for you to get used to the new gear. That brings us to fourteen, kid.”

Jesse is silenced only for a moment, until he demands, “What the fuck did you buy me?”

Gabriel withdraws his phone once more, turning it on and opening an app. He tosses it towards Jesse, and it lands on the recruit’s lap with a soft thud. On the screen is a website, specifically Gabriel’s recent Amazon orders. The older orders show various fabrics, knicknacks, clasps, and miscellaneous items. But an order from the previous night is a simple black binder. According to the item title, it’s designed for movement and breathability, and comes in a dark grey color. Jesse picks up the phone in hands that shake more than a gunslinger’s should, but Gabriel makes no comment on his disbelief. In fact, he only gives another vague explanation.

“My number one concern is the safety of my operatives.” He says firmly, leaning back in the chair to let Jesse process his words. “I won’t have another instance of you fucking up your ribs with bandages, okay?” He can feel Jesse’s eyes on him now, switching between him and the phone without a single word of interruption. With a small sigh, Gabriel continues, “If you don’t like the one I picked out, or you don’t wanna wear one at all, that’s okay. Come talk to me and we can work something safe out, but you don’t need to endanger your health and your life for a flatter chest, kid.” There is silence between them for a stretch of seconds. Jesse’s eyes are wide, and vaguely shiny with tears, and the hope in them makes Gabe have to grit his teeth a little to keep from mirroring his expression. But after he processes, Jesse nods.

He nods bouncily and over-extendedly, swallowing to get his voice working once again. “Yeah, okay.” He agrees, a bit hoarse, as he slowly hands back Gabe’s phone. “Sounds good.” Jesse smiles, and Gabe knows his little lecture was worth it as Jesse promises, “Sounds real good.”

Love Unintentional (Part 4)

A/M: Here is part 4 for you guys. There probably isn’t going to be too much more soon. I love how much support I have been getting from this story and thank you for liking it and especially telling me how much you’re enjoying it:) Things get a little complicated in this one. But I hope you guys like it. Tell me if you do Xx

Word Count: 3381

Other parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five , Part Six


–One month later–

You stayed at Harry’s the rest of that day, but you didn’t want to take advantage of his hospitality and had gone home that night

once you had felt a little better.

It was already a month later and your place remained quiet in a lonely kind of way. Your ex was gone for good and it still felt bitter on your tongue.

You missed him like crazy, wanting to pick up the phone to make amends. You’d scroll to his contact and stare at the number and picture, wondering if he was doing the same. Wondering if he truly did miss you as he had said he had every time he’d come back for his things.

But he wasn’t the person you once thought he was and remembering everything he had done always made you sick.

You’d try to go out a little more often, but now with your rising career and an identity of being “Harry’s girlfriend” going out alone, even for groceries was a little bit of a struggle to do with paparazzi that always wanted to ask you things or take your picture.

“How’s Harry?” They’d often ask, and you’d answer them.

“He’s out of town, visiting family.”

“He didn’t take you with him?”  

You shook your head, “Well obviously. I’ve been busy and my family is coming.”

“Oh. So family reunions for the both of you.”

“Exactly” you smiled, “I’m about to celebrate my birthday.”

“Really? Well Happy Birthday.” The paparazzi said.

Taking it half heartedly you replied a thanks and kept walking.

When they saw that there wasn’t a story there they would often leave you alone and move on.

The stunt was proving to work as your fanbase and popularity had grown substantially from Harry’s popularity, and it worked for him as his audience had grown as well. The media had appealed to you both as a couple and based on a few people, you and Harry had appeared to be a great match. But you suddenly began thinking about the whole stunt and PR behind it. Now that it had achieved what was wanted, was there still a necessity for it?

Your family came to celebrate your birthday, and to make sure you were okay after the horrible breakup. They had liked your ex just as much as you had and they too were blindsided by what he had done when you told them what had happened. With their visit you got to see your young niece and nephew again the both of them improving your mood and making the place not feel as lonely as it once felt, aside from when Harry would come over.

Besides Harry being gone for almost two weeks to go back home, you both would visit each other at least twice a week; once at his place and once at your place. It would usually involve some lunch or dinner depending on the time, and a movie, a board game or going out somewhere, even if it was a walk around town. Ever since that night your friendship was closer than ever. He had seen you at your worst and still wanted to see you, and not because he was forced to.

Tonight having come back a few days before, you invited him back over to your place for dinner.

“Let’s do something.” He suggested.

You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean do something? I’m already cooking, you can help me if you’re bored.”

“Yeah, okay.” He agreed coming over to help, “That’s not exactly what I meant though. I think we should do something. Besides eat and watch a movie or whatever’s on TV.”

You gave him a look, “I’m not really in the mood to go out tonight Harry.”

“We don’t have to.” And he left the kitchen looking around your place.

Things had obviously been missing since they had belonged to your ex, but you made due. The real important things were yours to begin with anyway.

Harry bent down and picked up one of the toys you had bought for your niece and nephew. A giant and brightly coloured plastic microphone. “What’s this?”

“A microphone? Please Harry, with your experience I’d figured you’d know that pretty easy.” You teased.

He chuckled, leaning over the breakfast counter in front of you with the item still in hand, “Not exactly what I meant, though I would love to have this design when I perform.”

You finished putting on the last touches to the food before it was ready to go into the oven as he continued to speak, “I was wondering why you had it.”

You smiled, “It was for my niece and nephew. Surprise surprise they like to perform too.”

“Hm. I think I know where they get the talent from.” You heard him say, which caused you to blush.

You picked up the tray and turned to go put it in the oven behind you, “Speaking of family, how was going back home?” You asked.

“Great. They always like to see me back. The whole town does.”

You giggled, “I thought you went back to be with family.”

He laughed, “I did. But the whole town loves seeing me back. To them I’m family.”

You both just laughed, “Must be nice to be so loved.” You said as you closed the door to the oven.

When you looked up you found him with the TV remote in hand.

He had become quite comfortable with you as he already knew how things worked at your place.  

“What are you putting on?”

He just smirked as he continued doing what he was doing without saying another word as he then took out his phone.

You walked over and by the time you had, his search was on the TV screen and showed he was on youtube looking at different videos that had karaoke versions of songs.

You started laughing, “Harry-” But before you could say anything else The Spice Girls’ “Wannabe” was already starting and he started singing along with just as much passion as he had the night you had first met.

You couldn’t stop laughing at his over exaggerated dancing, but like you had once shared publicly, his singing of course was pitch perfect… when he wanted it to be anyway.

When he finished he smiled at your little applause, and he took a bow, “Thank you, thank you”

“You’re a dork.” You laughed and he began to smile.

“Thank you, I take your laughter and comment as a compliment.” He said which caused you to blush, “I haven’t heard you laugh in the last couple weeks. It’s lovely.”

You giggled softly, “Thanks Harry.”

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kevystel  asked:

FIC PROMPTS I'M SO EXCITED could you maybe write a little something about how yuuri feels about everyday-yuuri-anxiety and normal-person-butterflies-around-crush-anxiety and how he deals with Viktor Feelings

Ahhh, I’m so glad you mentioned this, because I have been turning this over in my head since your post! (Because really, anything involving anxiety and excruciating mutual pining is going to be my jam.)

This got a bit longer than I expected so tossing in a cut - I hope you enjoyyy:


“You should go,” Yuuri says.

Victor doesn’t so much as look up from the Japanese textbook spread across his lap. “Hm?”

“Your yukata will go to waste,” Yuuri says. It’s a really nice yukata. Red, with silver dragonflies. It would be a crime to deprive the community of Victor Nikiforov in that yukata.

“Didn’t you say there would be more festivals?” Victor frowns as he traces the practice sentence. “Besides, I’m learning causative verbs.”

 So it’s a stalemate. Again. They’re good at those.

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Thief

genre -  angst

summary - facetime with jimin for the first time in a long time…inspired by the gif below…also loosely inspired by thief by ansel elgort 

a/n - no idea where this came from, but yeah it just happened..i kinda started thinking about this at 7:30am in math class after seeing this jimin gif on my dash lol + sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes, i don’t proofread much

It had been three months, maybe four, heck you’d stopped counting, since you last talked to Jimin. It was easier that way. He was always too busy to talk, too tired, something, anything. He always had a reason not to talk. And you figured you’d quit putting in the effort.

You two have been together for a little over two years now, and sure things were great at first. You were in the honey moon phase. But now that he and the boys had become so popular, hardly taking a break, constantly promoting, you realized you were no longer his number one priority.

But you still were a supportive girlfriend, whether he was actually paying attention or not. You still bought all their albums, watched all their music videos and variety show appearances. Hell you even went to a concert without telling Jimin, because it wasn’t like he’d actually have the time to see you after. It was off to another city just like that.

So here you were, like most nights you lay awake, wondering how his day went. If he ate, how tired he must be from practicing so hard. Sure you’d texted and received a few replies, but that didn’t fill the void. You missed his voice, his laugh. God you loved that laugh. To be blunt, you missed him.

You rolled over, pulling your laptop from your beside and opening it, the bright light blinding you, but your eyes adjusted. You opened to FaceTime, scrolling to his contact, your mouse hovering over the call option. You could practically hear your heart beating in your chest, but you said fuck it and you sat, waiting, hoping that the call would connect.

Just as you were ready to close your laptop, he picked up, causing your heart to skip a beat.

At first the screen opened to an empty hotel room, and you were a bit confused. But soon Jimin appeared, sitting on the edge of his bed. He was in ripped jeans, your favorite, a black hoodie and black hat, and had sunglasses on. He looked great.

Neither one of you said anything, as if waiting for the other. Jimin took down his hood, then sat with his elbows on his knees as he looked at you, though you couldn’t tell because of his glasses.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” His reply was short, and almost harsh. You ignored it, continuing on with whatever questions you felt like asking.

“Where are you guys now?”

He sat back, tilting his head to the side, seeming annoyed, but you tried your best to convince yourself he was just tired.

“Japan, and no Jungkook isn’t rooming with me. No one is.”

“I wasn’t going to-” you stopped yourself from getting angry with him, knowing it would get you nowhere fast. “How are you, you seem tired?”

Jimin sighed as took of his sunglasses, tossing them onto the dressed his laptop was propped up on. “I just came back from our concert.” His voice was a bit hoarse, he sounded exhausted. Taking off his hat his ran a hand through his air, which was now black, news to you. He tossed it aside with his glasses as well.

“I’m sure you gave the fans a great show.”

He scoffed at your words, leaning back on his hands as he stared at you. You could tell by his body language he was annoyed. “Y/n, why did you call me? To try and figure out what’s going on between us, or just to ask about my day?”

Both, that was what you wanted to say, but this being the first time you’d talked in so long, not knowing when you would get another chance to confront him, you had to be bold.

“I mean, what is going on between us? It’s been what, four months since we’ve actually talked, and I don’t mean your idea of us talking on the phone for five minutes before you have to go do something.”

You didn’t notice your tone until he adjusted his posture, as if surprised that you were as upset as you were. “Look, I’m just busy these days.” He ran a hand through his hair as he sat up, his eyes connecting with yours.

“I barely have time to sleep, I’m constantly going to different countries, performing. Coming back to shoot music videos and commercials. Sorry if I don’t have time to call you.”

“You should make time Jimin!” You practically startled yourself, Jimin just staring at you through the screen. “If you loved me, if you cared about this relationship anymore you would make time for a simple phone call every once and again.”

He laughed as he licked his lips, growing angrier the longer this call became.

“If I loved you? If I cared? Y/n, you think I haven’t thought about what I could do,to make things better? For me, you, for us? I have, I did, trust me I did. But, things just take a backseat when other important things come along.”

Tears were filling in your eyes, but you were trying your best to not let him see you upset, you swore long ago you would stop crying over him. Sure you still loved him, and you still would no matter what things he said to you. But, this Jimin, he wasn’t the Jimin you’d fallen in love with. “More important, right. That’s what I thought.”

“Y/n! Come on, I tried to fix myself, for so long. I tried to think how I could be a better man to you, to be what you deserved. But I got tired of trying to change myself. I couldn’t be the man you’d fallen in love with, people change, I changed.”

The next few minutes were filled with silence, and the occasional sigh until Jimin finally spoke again. “Let me guess, you’ve spent countless nights awake, wondering if I was okay, if I was eating well, how my schedule were treating me? Yeah well I had plenty of nights like that too. Wondering how you felt about me, what you thought of me now. And, one day I no longer cared. I didn’t spend those nights thinking of you, wondering what had happened in our relationship. I just, didn’t care.”

How? How could he simply just not care, you’d still been there, regardless if he knew or not, for months. Still supporting him, still loving him, missing him, wanting to hold him, kiss him, anything. How could he just stop caring about any of that?

“What are you trying to say?” Your voice was a bit shaky as you finally spoke, surely he’d seen your tears now, but you could care less, just wanting his explanation so you end the call quickly.

He sighed, shrugging as he looked at the clock at his bedside, telling you he was just ready to get this call finished. “I just, I don’t love you anymore y/n. I’m sorry, but, I stopped loving you months ago.”

Those words practically ripping your heart from your chest. While you had still been hoping for something to change, he had made up his mind, while you were made to believe there was still a chance for some sort of fix.

“So, while you’ve been texting and calling, barely, with me these past few months, that whole time you’d felt nothing. You were just going to let me believe there was still something there, until I finally confronted you about it? How can you do that to me? I’ve been by your side for how long, and you just play with my heart and emotions? I could have moved on long ago, I could have saved myself all the stress and pain these last months have brought me. But because you didn’t have the balls to come right out and say it, I’m the one who has to suffer?”

He put his hands in the air, as if to say there was nothing done wrong on his end, but you were over it.

“Well you got what you wanted Jimin, you don’t have to worry about fixing things because this relationship is done. I wish the best with everything, tell the boys I’m sorry for bringing the into things. I can’t believe I looked like such an idiot because of you. Goodbye Jimin.”

You closed your laptop, surprised you didn’t break the thing in half with how hard you slammed it shut, and set it back on your nightstand. As you laid down you were a bit shocked, you thought that if, and when you and Jimin ever broke up, your reaction would have been much different then it was now. But you had no tears, no sadness, instead almost the feeling of a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

Now you no longer had to worry, or stress over when he would finally answer a call or reply to a text. Sure you would miss him, but you’d held on for too long when you should have let go.

As you tried to go to sleep, your phone dinged at your bedside, and you questioned who would be texting you so late, and as you looked at the screen you laughed.

[Jimin]: I’m sorry things had to happen that way

Rolling your eyes you clicked his contact name, scrolling to the bottom of the screen until you saw the block button appear, pressing it and smiling as you tossed your phone back to it place on your nightstand.


Ugh my endings suckkkkkk, but like I hope you all like this? Idk where it came from but I got super inspired by a gif and a little by a song and that rarely has happened to me lately so enjoy it because who knows when I will find inspiration for a new scenario again hahha

You Could Be Happy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

i cried writing this even though i don’t relate to the song but i am tired and need sleep cos i gotta rise like the dead at 6am tomorrow to go to london 

lemme know if you want a part 2 

-Jazz

Song; I Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol (pls listen while reading it’ll make it more emotional)

Other characters featured;

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; just 100% pure sad angst type shit 

Word count; 1143

lyrics are in bold/italics and flashbacks are in just italics 

Originally posted by bucha-nan


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Unresolved

“Hey, Lisanna,” the woman heard, making her glance over her shoulder and frown. “What are you doin’ all the way out here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Slowly, she grinned as Natsu came closer before turning to look back at the stream before her. “I just had to get out of the house and away from- What are you so happy about?”

It was clear as day too, on Natsu’s face, that he was all pumped about something or other. And when he joined her on the ground, he was so pumped about whatever it was that their elbows bumped.

“And where’s Happy?” she continued.

“He and Lucy kicked me out of the apartment.”

“That’s made you so excited?”

“Nope,” he said with a shake of his head. “Because it was part of the plan.”

“What plan, Natsu? What are you talking about?”

“See,” he said as he began to rummage around in his pocket. “Me and Happy decided that I needed to get away from Lucy for a few hours. She’s pretty clingy.”

“Lucy,” Lisanna repeated. “Out of the two of you, it’s Lucy that’s clingy? When you just moved yourselves right into her apartment, drag her along on all your jobs-”

“Well, when you tell the story like that, it doesn’t sound that way, no,” he agreed. “But the way I tell it-”

“How do you spin it then?”

“You mean spin some truth on it?”

“Natsu-”

“We had to move in with her. She was all alone and lonely and stuff. And who would eat her food if it wasn’t for us?”

“Uh, her?”

“Bah! And I’m helping her pay her rent by dragging her out on jobs.”

“But not by chipping in for the rent on the apartment that you’re-”

“Hey,” he complained. “You wanna hear my good news or not?”

“Might as well,” she said, though it was hard to hide her grin. If anyone could make her feel better, it was Natsu. Leaning forwards so she could rest her head on her pulled up knees, she said, “What is it?”

Grinning real big once more, he produced a little black box from his pocket. “I’m gonna ask Lucy to marry me!”

For a moment, Lisanna didn’t know what to say. Or feel. Or think. So she went with only staring at him.

Still, he was clearly waiting for some sort of response, so slowly, she asked, “When?”

“Soon, probably,” he said. “Before I lose the ring. Happy thinks that’s highly likely. Either that or one of us will accidentally tell her. That seems pretty likely too.”

“How did you afford it?” she asked. Both Lucy and Natsu never seemed to have any form of money savvy, so the idea that even combined they had enough for an engagement ring seemed unlikely. The two could hardly even afford to eat most of the time (though Happy was more the cause of breaking the bank on that end). “I mean-”

“That’s the thing, see?” He moved to open the box. “It’s not really that expensive. And I’ve been saving a little from jobs now and again. I- Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh? What- Oh, Natsu.”

“How could it be gone?” Frowning down at the box, he jumped up to his feet. “I mean-”

“You cannot be serious.”

“Hmmm.” He looked around, as if it could somehow be in the forest around them. “You think it’s in the river?”

“Why would it be in the river? Have you gone near the river?”

“No.”

“Then why-”

“Oh, hey. I ran into Gray and Juvia when I was leaving the jewelry shop,” he said. “You think they stole it?”

“Did you show it to them?”

“Of course not! Why would I show anyone before I showed you?”

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Perfect Stranger

Part 1 of Spotlight

Summary: You’ve just moved across the country but your stuff is stuck in a storm one state over. A neighbor (Dean… obviously) offers to let you stay at his apartment until your stuff shows up. Neighbor!Dean AU

Word Count:2387

Warnings: None

A/N: I was going to just make this a one-part fluffy oneshot, but apparently I’m incapable of writing anything without an angsty backstory and at least one psychotic or sociopathic element. Also, as I was writing this, I came across the song Spotlight by Patrick Stump and it seemed to fit perfectly for the series in that cheesy the moral of this story is kind of way. But yeah, this one-part oneshot accidentally turned into a over-20,000 word story. Sorry about that. One of these days I’ll write a one-part fluffy oneshot. Maybe.

Spotlight by Patrick Stump

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“No, I understand,” you said into your phone, pinching the bridge of your nose. “We can’t exactly control the weather, can we?”

“We’ll have the truck to your place as soon as the roads open. And we’ll even give you thirty percent off the final price for the delay.” The man on the other end of the call really did seem apologetic, though probably just because the situation cut into his profits.

“Thanks. Just… call to let me know when I can expect you guys, I guess.” He promised he would and you ended the call.

“Dammit!” You yelled. The outburst didn’t make you feel as good as you’d expected, so you kicked the tires of your old junker car. Jumping back and holding your toes, you groaned. “Ugh, dammit all.”

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White Rabbit - Twenty

Spencer spent another night on the pull out couch in Alice’s apartment, the pair having gone upstairs immediately after her and Ellen had seemingly made amends. Alice had walked straight into her kitchenette, pulling out a bottle of vodka and taking a hit directly from the bottle, before pouring some into a glass and adding coke. She offered the drink to Spencer and he shook his head.

“Could I just have the coke by itself?” he definitely shouldn’t be drinking whilst he was meant to be watching over her. She poured him a tall glass of coke, adding ice cubes before passing it to him. She took another long pull of her drink and set it down on the counter.

“Would you believe that I’d never been drunk before until I was 24 years old.”

“Really?” Reid was surprised, but then almost as soon as the words left his mouth he realised why she probably hadn’t been drunk.

“Yup. Alcohol was deemed unnecessary. We had wine at matching ceremonies and things but it was rationed out. When I came back, I didn’t dare take anything that would impair my senses or reactions at first. It was only last year when Ellen and Robert threw a dinner party for his work colleagues that I experienced the feeling of being inebriated. One of his associates kept refilling my glass and I passed out in the down stairs bathroom after vomiting in the sink. Ellen yelled at me for an hour the next day, like I was a kid.”

“I’ve never really drank much either. I was too young to get into bars when I was in college so I’ve never really had that whole experience.”

She downed the rest of her drink and then yawned, rubbing her eyes. “I’m going to shower and then turn in. Make yourself at home.”

She went into the bathroom and Spencer set about pulling out the couch again, straightening the covers and slipping his shoes, jacket and tie off. He was tired as well but he’d wait for her to get into her bed before he settled in. He placed his gun on the floor at the side of the pull out, wondering if he’d wake up to find it by her bed again.

When she came out, she was dressed in pajamas this time and she came and hovered by the couch.

“Spencer…..I just wanted to say thank you. For believing me.”

She turned away and walked between the bookcases to her sleeping area, flicking off the lamps that were on in there after she’d climbed in between the sheets. Reid got himself ready for bed and switched off the remaining lights before settling down. The pair were asleep almost instantly.

At around 3am Spencer woke up with a start, to see a shape standing by his mattress. He froze, trying to figure out if he could reach down for his gun undetected, but then he realised it wasn’t an intruder. It was Alice.

“Ally?” Spencer whispered softly, carefully pulling back his covers and setting his feet onto the floor; pulling himself into a seating position.

Alice didn’t move or respond. Spencer stood up and lowered his face to hers trying to see her eyes in the dark. They were wide and glassy and her breathing was heavy.

“Ally… ”

Nothing.

She was sleepwalking, she had to be. Spencer touched her shoulders gently, turning her around and lightly pushing her in the direction of her bed.

“Let’s get you back to bed, Alice.”

He walked behind her, his hand on her lower back until he reached her bed. And that’s when he smelt it.

Ammonia. He touched the bed sheets lightly, grimacing when he felt the damp patch roughly where her bottom would have lain. Wiping his hand on his own shirt, Spencer pondered his predicament.

As he straightened back up he noticed that she was only wearing a long t-shirt again. The pajama bottoms she’d been wearing to bed had been discarded onto the floor and as he bent over to feel them, he noticed they were damp too. Alright, so at least he didn’t have to worry about trying to wake her up to get her to change, she’d taken them off herself. He grabbed her pillows and led her back to the couch.

“Bedtime again Ally, time to get in.”

She climbed into the bed without question and curled up into a ball, her eyes closing as soon as her head hit the pillow. Carefully, Spencer placed her pillows at her back, creating a makeshift barrier between them before he climbed back in next to her. This had the potential to be extremely awkward the next morning but he’d worry about that then.

It didn’t take a genius to work things out. The majority of adult bed wetting happened when the person was either so hammered that they couldn’t control their bodily functions, or if that person was highly stressed out and anxious. Add that to the sleepwalking and it was obvious that the last few days were taking their toll on the girl. Sometimes her exterior would seem so calm and collected and other times she seemed to crack immediately, her yelling at her sister and running off being an example.

He needed her to be strong though.

They all did.

When Alice woke up the next day she was confused. She wasn’t in bed and she wasn’t wearing bottoms. Instead she was lying on the couch, a mountain of pillows between her and Dr Reid. It was still early but she felt like she’d slept for a year so she crawled out of the bed gingerly and padded across to her bed. She smelt it straight away, urine drying in the air.

Crap..

She felt embarrassed and ashamed, her face colouring as she realised what had happened. When she’d first returned, she wet the bed often. She knew it was a sign of anxiety and stress and she eventually managed to get it under control but it had been a horrific few months of flipping her mattress on an almost daily basis and trying to hide her soiled sheets from her sister and Robert. Eventually they found out, the stench became too strong and Ellen investigated, finding the stained mattress. It was then that Alice was told she’d been sleepwalking as well, turning up in Robert and Ellen’s bed room in the middle of the night. She had no recollection of that at all. They bought her a new mattress and she went to a few therapy sessions, refusing to talk about what was causing the stress but accepting the help in learning the breathing techniques to try to manage it. She’d been dry for over three years now, the way she thought an adult should be. And now she’d wet herself with an FBI agent in the room. He knew, he had to. Otherwise she’d have been put back into her own bed.

She stripped the bed quietly, pulling on the now dry bottoms to complete the task. She’d shower and toss them in the wash once she was done. She filled a bowl with warm water and bleach, sponging the mattress down lightly and leaving the bed unmade, she’d have to remake it later, once the mattress was dry. She piled the sheets by her door and sloped off into the shower, coming out twenty minutes later and adding her pajamas to the pile. She dressed herself again, ready for the day and when she left her sleeping area fully clothed Alice could see that Spencer was awake.

He eyed her carefully, his gaze flicking to the bare bed and back.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“I’m okay. Erm. Listen, I’m kinda embar… ”

“Don’t be please,” Spencer cut her off. “It’s perfectly natural in times of high stress. Sometimes our bodies are overwhelmed and we can’t control them the way we could normally. You did give me quite a fright when I woke up and you were standing next to the couch though.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember anything, I don’t even remember dreaming.”

“That’s common too in sleep walking.”

“I know. I read about it when Ellen told me I was doing it. I don’t think I do it often, but then again I don’t remember.”

Spencer and Ally were silent for a moment, before Spencer climbed off the pull out and went to get himself ready for the day.

“Alice, we’ve listened to the recording from last night. No matter what happens, you will NOT be prosecuted for the murder of Katie, I want to make that much clear. But we still have a number of questions for you today. Starting with what happened after Katie died. Can you tell us?”

Alice, Reid and Rossi were back in the interview room. Ellen and Robert Manchester had accompanied them in again and were the other side of the mirror, listening with Agent Hotchner.

Alice nodded. “They made me… They made me cut her tattoo away. That’s how I knew they did that. Apparently they hadn’t always done that but Lewis said it was important, so that she couldn’t be traced back to the compound.”

Alice closed her eyes momentarily and when she opened them again Reid saw that they were full of tears. There was something else there too though, another emotion and when she spoke again, Reid recognised it as burning anger.

“They made me kneel next to the body of a girl I’d lived with for four years, and take a knife to her neck and slice off her skin. The person I thought loved me MADE do me that. And I did it. I know what type of person that makes them but what does it make me? I complied.”

Rossi beat Spencer to it, “It makes you someone that was doing whatever they could to survive.”

Alice just shook her head.

“What happened next, what did they do with them body?”

“I don’t know. Eric was told to take me back to the house after that. I could barely walk, I was shaking that much. Marnie had to wash me, put me in the tub and wash the blood off my hands, I couldn’t do it. I asked her though….. She said she didn’t know what they’d do with Katie because her family were here. All the others though, were taken and left. Lewis had this thing, he said that they couldn’t be buried near us because they were no longer our family, but he left them so that they could be reunited with their own. It never made any sense to me considering how hard he worked to keep the compound a secret, surely dumping bodies in the surrounding area was bound to draw attention to the National Park?”

Dr Reid and Agent Rossi shared a look. So that was why the bodies weren’t hidden. In some odd way, Lewis thought that he was the right thing by allowing the corpses to be found so that their families could claim them and bury them. And Alice was right, it had attracted attention to the National Park, just not enough attention for the FBI to launch a full on investigation previously.

“What happened after that Alice?”

“I ran. That’s the night I left.”

Puppy Love

Story Summary: You and Bucky find a new roommate from an unexpected place (Part of the Friends Like Ours one-shot series). 

Word Count: 1230

A/N: If you’re unfamiliar with Friends Like Ours, it’s a roommate/modern-au one-shot series where you move in with Sam, Bucky, and Steve after a bad breakup. This particular one-shot was inspired by this vine as well as this video. Enjoy :)

(Gif credit: evans-thing)

“Thanks for coming with me to the dentist, (Y/N),” Bucky acknowledged while the both of you walked around downtown, taking in the sights of the city. “I hate going there alone. It freaks me out,” he shuddered, shaking his head.

“You’re welcome. I’m happy I can be there for you,” you smiled and he returned it with warmth while you looped your arm around his. “So…we have the whole day to ourselves. What do you want to do?”

Bucky shrugged, his eyes gazing about. “I don’t know…there isn’t really anything that’s capturing my atte—PUPPIES!” Dragging you along with him, Bucky ran over to the storefront of a pet shop. “PUPPIES!” Bucky exclaimed again. Slipping away from you, he pressed his face against the glass, his hands planted on the window.

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Restaurant Dates Are The Worst! (Seb Stan x Reader)

Summary: You agreed to go on a date with a co-worker and it turns out horribly boring. Luckily for you, the handsome man sitting nearby sees your distress and steps in. 

Word count: 3.5k

MASTERLIST

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Final Part

You looked around you, scrutinizing your surroundings, letting your eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – you looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from you, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while talking to you.

The reason why you hated dates just came rushing back to you but it was too late to back down now, you said yes – God knows why – and you showed up to this restaurant where your date told you to come. Although it has been a while since the last time you actually went out with a man romantically interested in you, you were pretty sure that if he didn’t even make the effort to pick you up, the least he could do was to arrive on time. After three glasses of water, a couple bread sticks and a glass of whiskey, the waitress started to feel sorry for you and you spotted her whispering something to her co-worker while giving you a sympathetic glance. That’s it, you were going to leave. But of course that’s when he finally decided to show up, apologizing profusely and explaining that he came with the metro and he missed the station and had to walk two blocks before arriving here. Great, so now you knew that he wasn’t going to drive you back home either.

His name was Robert - “call me Bob,” he said, but there was no way, it was already difficult enough for you to process that you agreed to go on a date with a guy named Robert. Probably about ten years older than you – how would you know? - his hair was gray in some places, his forehead had a beginning of wrinkle and he seemed like the annoyingly flirty type of man whose smiles you couldn’t trust. He was a gym teacher in the school you worked for a couple days a week – you were a nurse – and he was all over you since day one. Although he seemed pretty insistent, you had seen him hit on other women so you didn’t think that he was really interested in you, more like aroused by the whole ‘nurse’ thing.

So why did you say yes? Well, you were kinda bored, you figured that maybe you had misjudged him and would spend a nice evening, and if not, maybe he would finally give up on trying to get in your pants. To say that you were beginning to regret your decision was the understatement of the year. So far he talked about work, his mom, football and his ex. If he intended on seducing you, he needed to take a course on how to seduce women because that clearly wasn’t going to work. It itched you to throw your drink to his face but it was good wine and you didn’t think he was worth a fine Chardonnay.

“I’ll go out for a minute, want to come?” He asked, making you blink a couple times and focus back on him. He was giving you a questioning look and held a cigarette between his fingers. To dismiss himself like that without even asking you if you minded smoke made you reconsider throwing your glass his way, but you figured that you couldn’t exactly expect more given how this date started.

“I think I’ll stay here, have another drink,” you said, quickly gulping down the last of your wine. He was so boring you actually had the time to smell and taste the wine until you had figured out all the components.

He shrugged and stood up, not saying another word as he walked away from you and out the front door. Suddenly your brain started functioning again and you could almost hear the gearing creak from the lack of use these past two hours. You had reached dessert, the torture would end soon enough, right? Was it worth throwing some money on the table and escaping through the back door? Should you wait for him to come back and pretend you received an urgent phone call and had to leave immediately? Should you suck it up and stay anyway? Honestly, you would have ran away if you weren’t going to see him again at work – but that would make your meetings too tense for you to bear.

You decided to stay, but if you were going to endure this whole evening, there was no way you’d do it sober. You headed to the bar, sitting on one of the leather stools and gesturing the barman to come over when he’d have finished serving the men at the far end of the counter.

“A gin tonic. Without tonic, if you please,” you ordered, sighing deeply and rubbing your eyes, not really caring about your makeup. Your eyes drifted to the clock above your head. Ten twenty-three. You just wanted to go home and forget about this evening. This date definitely made it on your list of decisions you regretted.

“Rough night?” Someone beside you asked, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

Glad someone had noticed your distress, you barely registered that he was attractive and simply went to answer.

“The worst! Never going out again!” You scoffed, glancing towards the door behind which you knew your date was standing.

“I figured,” he laughed. This time you took notice of his laughter. It’s low and a bit raspy, pleasant to hear. “Saw you glaring at your date with your fingers on your temple a few times. I thought you were going to jump to his throat,” he joked.

“It was a close call. In my defense-,” you started, placing your hand over your heart, “he slurped while drinking his wine.”

“Unacceptable,” the stranger said. He tried to pull off a severe face but the small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and the way the corners of his mouth twitched upwards betrayed him.

You had absolutely no idea who this man was but you welcomed your first interesting conversation of the day with a huge smile and shifted on your seat in order to face him.

“Online dating and regretting it?” He asked out of curiosity. He brought his bottle of beer to his lips and chugged down the last of it. This gave you a glimpse of his forearms and boy, oh boy, were they nice. You cleared your throat.

“No, not at all. He’s a co-worker of mine. The 'regretting it’ part is correct though. He’s been harassing me for a date for months and I gave in last week but that sure wasn’t a brilliant idea,” you explained quickly, fumbling with your glass of gin and trying not to stare at the man too much.

“I actually considered coming to your rescue a couple times but I decided against it,” he told you in the most casual way.

“Why?” You frowned.

A smirk grew on his face at your question, as if he was pleased to see how disappointed you seemed to be that he didn’t come.

“Well I didn’t know how you’d react to a stranger interrupting your date, regardless how disappointing,” he said and you had to admit it was a valid reason. Your hopelessness to ever get out of this date didn’t help to make you think straight. “For all I know he could have been your husband.”

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

“God forbid,” you declared before taking a sip of your gin. It burned your throat but it felt good and warm. “And for the record, if you had interrupted us, I would have bought you a thank-you drink. Probably,” you added with a smirk and a wink, meeting the man’s steady gaze.

You took a little time to really look at him. He was muscular – he had arms for days – almost beefy but not the steroid type. His chin was covered in dark brown four days stubble and his blue eyes were deep and playful. You noticed that his smile reached his eyes too. He wore his hair mid-long and styled it back – you noticed how he kept running his fingers through it to push it back when it fell in front of his eyes. This man was truly stunning, in this peculiar, lumberjack-ish manner. His navy shirt stretched over the most muscular parts of his arms and chest – a sweet sight for sore eyes – and he wore black jeans and black leather boots which adorned him with a rebellious style that didn’t quite displease you.

“Probably?” He asked, his eyebrows shooting up in bedazzlement.

“Definitely,” you corrected yourself, blushing furiously. Were you drooling? How long have you been staring? The whiskey you had while waiting for Robert, added to the wine you drank during the dinner and now the gin in your hand started to kick in and you couldn’t tell how long you eyed him like that. You just hoped it didn’t make him uncomfortable.

“Please do help me if he starts talking about his ex again,” you gave him permission to cut short to your agony.

“I can do it,” he said, almost eagerly. “I mean, for the drink of course.”

“'Course,“ you agreed and finished your drink.

Your date would be back in no time now.

“Should I be the jealous ex boyfriend or the man who just caught his girl flirting with someone else?” He asked most seriously.

“You’re really going to do it?” You asked in a laughter, baffled at how this stranger whose name you didn’t even catch was willing to help you out of this catastrophe of a date.

“Sure, I can’t leave you in this guy’s company any longer than I already did. His poor attempts at flirting are an insult to all single people out there,” he shrugged as if it was an everyday thing for him to rescue damsels in distress like you. But you didn’t miss the fact that he casually dropped his current status as a single man. God bless.

“I give you free hand, you can do anything you want as long as it’s really awkward and makes him take french leave!” You grinned and shook hand with the man, sealing the deal.

Your smile dropped when Robert came back into the room.

“Gotta go,” you said, pouting slightly as you slid the money for the gin on the counter.

“Wait, what’s your name?” The man asked.

“(Y/N),” you smiled.

“Sebastian,” he introduced himself, shaking your hand before letting you make your way back to the table you shared with your date.

“Hey, sorry (Y/N)! I chatted a bit with another lad, hope you didn’t miss me too much,” he tried – and failed – to joke. You gave him a sarcastic smile and told him how insufferable the wait was.

“You know, I’m really glad you finally agreed to go on this date with me. I knew we’d click,” he told you confidently. “It was only a matter of time, but I figured it was protocol for a woman to reject a man a few times before giving in,” he kept on rambling, digging his own grave.

You were thinking of different ways to kill him with his dishes in your head.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Sebastian’s voice call from behind you in a shocked tone. You closed your eyes and silently thanked heaven for his intervention. “What are you doing here?” He asked, making his way to the table and standing there next to you and Robert – who kept giving you questioning glances which you royally ignored.

“Sebastian!” You said in an enthusiastic yet slightly uncomfortable tone. “I’m… having dinner,” you said, refusing to qualify this as a date in front of Robert who still had no idea what was going on.

Sebastian’s expression suddenly changed when he finally laid eyes on the man, acknowledging his presence. You had to hold back a snort when you saw Robert’s face go white. To be honest even if Sebastian was sitting too, he would still be intimidatingly tall and large, but standing tall and towering over Robert like he was made it a hundred times worse – or better, in your case.

“You’re on a date?!” He almost shouted, crossing his arms over his chest to make his biceps more impressive – which was pointless in your humble opinion. “With this guy?” He pointed his finger to Robert to increase the rudeness, and looked at you, awaiting an answer.

“I wouldn’t call this a date, Seb, we’re just two co-workers going out for dinner!” You slowly got into character and tried to justify yourself, raising your voice too. “What’s the harm in that?”

“The harm is that you canceled our night out for this loser!” Sebastian barked.

“Hey!” The said loser protested but both Sebastian and you ignored him and glared at each other fiercely.

It was becoming really hard to uphold his gaze without breaking out laughter, but it was for a good cause.

“You’re the one who’s always so reluctant to commit! I figured I might as well find myself a man who’s not afraid of showing himself at my arm!”

You had no idea where this was going and simply shouted his way whatever came to mind. This is honestly the most fun you have had this week.

“Don’t you try and make this about me, (Y/N)!” Sebastian replied, looking genuinely angry. “This is on you! If you want to go out with him, fine! But at least tell me if it’s over between us!”

“Why do you always have to be so dramatic?!” You faked a sigh and threw your arms in the air.

“Uhhm… maybe- maybe I should leave you two alone to speak for a minute,” Robert mumbled uncomfortably, ready to jump off his chair and run away.

“Oh no, stay Robert,” you gestured him to sit down, not gracing him with one single look as you kept your eyes bored into Sebastian’s. “He was about to leave.”

“Out of the question, I’m staying,” he said before taking a nearby chair and making room for himself between Robert and you.

“You can’t do this, for God’s sake! Have you been raised by wolves?” You protested.

“I- I should really go-”

“Stop interrupting us, Bob!” Sebastian turned around and shot him daggers with his eyes. “Where were we?”

“I was telling you how boorish and obnoxious you were,” you snapped at him, leaning back on your chair and crossing your arms on your chest.

“Well, isn’t that your type of men?” Sebastian asked pointing to Robert with his chin. Honestly that come back earned him a high five you’d be sure to give him once Robert leaves.

You faked a look of hurt and even made sure to quiver your lower lip.

“Did you come here only to say harmful things, Sebastian?” You asked, your voice considerably lowering and making sure to display as much emotion as you could. Emotions made most men uncomfortable, hopefully it would also be the case of Robert.

“You know what? I didn’t see how late it was, I should get going,” he tried to escape once again, not earning any reaction from the two of you.

Sebastian reached out for your hand but since you had your arms crossed, he simply rested his hand on one of your forearms.

“You know that wasn’t my intention,” he said in a soothing tone. The tension was so thick between the three of you that you could cut it with a butter knife. “I’m sorry I got upset when I saw you with him in our restaurant,” he said. Damn, he was good.

“I’m the one who set up the date here!” Robert felt the need to say, earning a stern glare from Sebastian, whose warm hand was still on your arm. Why was it so hot in here? “I-I mean, this is a pure c-”

“A coincidence, ugh?” Sebastian scoffed. “Listen man, if I was you, I’d be careful. This is my girl you were hitting on,” he practically growled at him.

Robert raised his hands in surrender.

“I didn’t know, she didn’t say-”

“Are you saying it’s me who insisted on going out with you?” You asked, making sure to sound offended and a bit dramatic in your body language.

“N-no, I-,” he struggled to get the words out.

“What are you still doing here?” Sebastian asked, giving him a look that clearly meant 'get the fuck out of here’, and Robert threw the money for the dinner on the table with shaky hands before running off, almost forgetting his jacket in the process.

You waited for the door to close behind him before saying, “Took him long enough.”

“Well, that was fun!” Sebastian said, pulling his chair closer to the table and adopting a more relaxed demeanor. You both laughed it off and cheered at your victory.

“I can’t wait to see the colors leave his face next time I see him in a hallway,” you told him. “The sheer thought makes this whole evening worth it.”

“I think I scared him,” he laughed.

“Oh you did! He was sweating from fear two minutes into it,” you confirmed his statement. “I propose a toast!” You grabbed your glass of water and handed him Robert unused one after filling it.

“To what are we drinking?” He asked.

“To the free spaghetti I had tonight and to you, the gentleman who saved me from my horrible date,” you suggested. Sebastian smiled and nodded, bumping his glass of water against yours and drinking it.

“How about dessert?” He asked, already gesturing the waitress to undress your table and bring the dessert card. “All this acting has me famished!”

“I never say no to dessert, as a principle,” you gladly agreed.

He didn’t switch chairs and stayed on the one next to you instead of taking Robert’s empty one who was across from you. You preferred it this way, it was much less formal and job-interview like. Sebastian turned out being funny and intelligent – added to the fact that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him more than a minute or so. You spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing and whispering to each other in a playful tone. You learned that he lived around the corner and came here quite often, that he was currently on a break and that his full name was Sebastian Stan. You told him how you were a nurse and worked part time in a middle school, where you had the displeasure of seeing Bob every so often and were faced with his constant flirting. He frowned at that, and told you that if he ever bothered you, you could call him anytime and he’s be your boyfriend of the night all over again.

That’s how he gave you his number.

“I still can’t believe he fell for it!” You shook your head, blushing a bit. Now that it was all over, you felt a bit ashamed for your behavior. It was acceptable back in high school but coming from two adults, it was rather ridiculous. But what was even more so was the fact that it worked.

“You pulled it off pretty well,” Sebastian complimented you. “That lip quiver was perfect.” He held back his sappy comment on how your lips looked perfect anyway and bit his own lower lip.

“Thanks,” you laughed it off. “But that was nothing compared to you! Where did that come from? I didn’t expect it at all!”

“I had an idea when I came up but then I saw you looking at me and saying my name and my mind went completely blank. I had to improvise,” he admitted, earning a blush and a smile from you.

“Have you ever been told that you’re a very good actor?”

Sebastian made a funny face and shrugged before mumbling, “'couple times, yeah.”

The evening came to an end and you knew it. You’d seen the restaurant and the bar slowly empty and now you were left alone with the barman, your waitress and a sleeping drunk sitting on a stool at the bar. You didn’t want to leave just yet.

“I still owe you a drink,” you said, as a false pretext to stay just a little longer in his company. “What can I get you?”

“Oh,” he said, as if he had forgotten about it. He looked up to meet your eyes and without breaking eye-contact, he moved his hand towards you and suddenly, you felt his hand take hold of yours and squeeze it lightly. “I’m saving this one for our next date,” Sebastian chuckled, grinning at you.



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Imagine your boyfriend cheating on you...

Originally posted by gossipgirl-blogxoxo

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You sat on the floor of your new apartment, staring at the ceiling as you waited for the day to slip away, just like every other day….

If you had had it your way you wouldn’t be here, you would be there with him, cuddled up on the couch of the clubhouse, drinking a cold one as you wonder how you ever got so lucky. But instead you were alone….

“I don’t get why you are overreacting!” Jax yelled as you sat on the bed you once shared in the dorm, your body covered in a scandalous, red and black laced outfit showing off the skin of your body.

“Jax all I asked was where you got the hickey from?” You calmly said, gesturing your finger towards his neck, which had a large mark on the side, resembling the one he had left on you before leaving for a two week run with the club.

“Why does it matter?” His voice was still raised as he turned towards you, rage in his eyes.

“Because I am your girlfriend, who hasn’t seen her man in two weeks. I bought this outfit special for tonight and was excited to see my man again. And then as soon as he comes in, as he strips to take me on this bed, I notice the hickey, and the scratches down your back. Not to mention you didn’t come home last night but I figured that was just because….”

“What, I was cheating on you, cause I was!” He snapped before you could finish your statement.

“I was going to say tired after the run.” You whispered.

“Well now you know, I spent last night making another woman scream my name! I didn’t come home, because I didn’t want to see you, and listen to you fight with me for…”

“I have never started a fight with you once after a run.”

“Well what do you think this is Bitch.”

“This is you yelling and me talking to you. Now I could care less that you fucked a crow eater, as long as you didn’t catch…”

“I fucked Wendy!” He yelled, your heart dropping as a ball formed in your throat.

“Wendy… the same Wendy that almost killed our….”

“Don’t you dare say Abel is your son. He will never be your son.” He hissed

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You yelled, now you were angry, “I have been there with you since day one with that little boy! I have raised him as my own, taken care of him, and made sure he does everything a little boy should do. I have never complained once about having to do it, or being left alone with him for weeks on end. I love that boy with all my heart and you can’t tell me that I can’t identify myself as his mother, when I am the one he calls Mama.”

“That is the thing though, you will NEVER be his mother, Wendy is his mother, and you were just a babysitter. And I am tired of you now.”

“So you want me to leave?” You asked at a raised volume

“YES! GET THE FUCK OUT YOU USELESS WHORE!” He screamed as you grabbed your trench coat and raced out the door, into your car, and to the house you once called home, grabbed some clothes, told the actual babysitter Jax would probably not be home that night, kissed the top of Abel’s head and left with tears threatening the waterline of your eyes.

You moved to Stockton, you were renting a decent apartment above a bakery. The rent was cheap, and the old man named Charles Barosky told me I could get any of the old bakery stuff at the end of the day. I also changed my number and give it to the one woman I trusted with it.

“He seriously slept with that Junkie Whore?” She asked as you sat in her dining room, cup of tea in hand as she sat across from you. When Jax kicked you out you went to her and spent some time in her guest bedroom. It was the morning after the fight, your eyes still red and puffy from the amount of crying you did. 

“That’s what he said, and then to put the cherry on top said I wasn’t Abel’s mother.”

“Are you kidding? You have raised that boy for three years now, and done everything for him. What has Wendy done?”

“You mean other then almost kill him?” You responded taking a sip of the tea, as she smiled.

“I am sure Jax will realize his mistake soon.” She answered as she handed you an old phone, “Here though, I went and picked it up for you this morning, since I don’t think your phone works any more.”

“Well I think after I threw it at the wall…” you laughed, remembering how after looking at your background, which of course was Jax, you threw it in a teary rage, “Thank Tara.” 

As you stared at the ceiling you heard the light knocking at the door. Only Charles, and Tara knew where you lived.

“Coming.” you called as you slowly lifted yourself from the floor, the sweatpants you wore sagged due to the gravity and the sweatshirt swallowed your torso whole. Your greasy hair was thrown on top of your head in a messy bun, and your face was naked. Finally after a few seconds of dragging yourself to the door your hand met the smooth metal of the doorknob, turning and pulling to reveal the surprise behind the dark stained door. 

“Hey Darling.” He said, your eyes widened as you looked at the blonde haired prince, who stood there with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“Hey.” You breathed out, regretting your neglect of dental hygiene lately.

“Can I…”

“How did you find me?” You asked, still in shock.

“I went to Tara’s figuring if you went anywhere it would be to your new best friend. However she said you left town, it took some effort but she figured you would want to hear what I had to say, so she gave me the number and address.” 

“Oh,” You said before moving aside, letting him into the under decorated room, “Do you want some water to drink or….” Looking towards the kitchen you saw the day old bread and pastries and the multiple empty bottles of vodka, “Or water?”

“Ummmm sure darling.” He nervously answered as you went to the kitchen and got two glasses of water, handing him his before sitting on the stained, old couch that came with the place.

“So how have you been?” He asked

“Okay, you?” You lied as you watched him break eye contact with you.

“Miserable.” he finally answered, “I haven’t been right since that night. Wendy was a one night thing, after she heard you left, she broke everything off. Told me the worst thing I ever did to my son was drive away his mother with a drunken mistake. Abel hasn’t been right either, he keeps asking when you are coming home. For the past month I have hated sleeping in my own bed, it still lingers with your scent. I miss knowing that I can’t wake up to your pancakes, or drink beers with you late at night while discussing our futures. I just miss you darling.” 

“I miss you too Jackson, so much. But I just don’t know if I could come back and then in another two years have you do the same thing, cause who knows what our lives will look like then if I do.” You said, wanting so bad to just jump onto him and kiss him like nothing had happened, but you fought yourself from doing so.

“I promise you, if you come back I will never mess up like that again, I promise, no Wendy, no croweaters, no nobody.” He reached out and took your hand, the warmth of the human contact made your heart flutter, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered as your mind told you that there was nothing but truth in his voice.

“So will you come home?” He asked, as you smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a month.

“Let me just get my stuff.” You replied, before getting up and leaving the love of your life on the couch.

Night Falls: Chapter 14

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,951

Gif:

A/N: Starting the chapter [the longest chapter yet] off with something a little different. 

 Night Falls Master List


Clean nails tap against the polished mahogany desk as the heavy doors across the room push open.

A man in his early thirties scurries in, dressed as if he works in a corporate headquarters.

“Status update?” The man at the desk asks, ostensibly bored, his accent not lost despite the almost five decades since he made his international move.

“They have Zazel in custody and have officially charged him with Hein’s murder. That, and attempted murder of a witness and witness intimidation.” The shake in the young man’s voice had disappeared ago as he had slowly climbed the ranks of his organization, but with today’s news, it was like it was his first day all over again. 

Don’t shoot the messenger didn’t really apply to his boss—a reason he had so quickly moved up the ranks over the years.

The man with black hair far too dark for his age purses his lips at the information. 

“And I am to assume Zazel will not be taking any plea bargains.” The man phrases it as a question, though he already knows the answer.

“Yes, sir.”

The man takes a deep breath as he leans back in his plush chair.

The heavy-set pit bull that lays in front of a steady-flamed fireplace looks up from its bed as his master’s chair squeaks under his weight.

“And the witness?”

The young man takes quick steps and places a folder gently on the immense desk.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. Age Twenty-Seven. We know she’s under protective custody of the FBI, specifically with Special Agent Dean Winchester.”

Brown eyes shoot up to his lackey.

“Of course Winchester is involved,” he sighs, his hands coming to rest on his temple. “The boy has been a thorn in my side since the day we killed his mother.” The man slowly opens the file and begins flipping through the information.

“Zazel should have just killed him right then and there,” he hisses to himself, stopping on a picture of you being loaded into a standard FBI SUV, the date stamp from earlier this afternoon.

“And why is she not dead?” He rubs his temple with a sigh.

The young man swallows hard and fidgets with no answer, his lips giving as his boss’ eyes find his.

“Some girl,” he spits, slapping the picture, his voice rising. “Is running around with the man whose sole purpose in life is to bring me down.” He hollers as he stands up, his fingers resting on the desk.

“Can someone explain this to me?” His Scotish voice roars. His pet’s ears perk up as he watches his enraged master.

The young man remains frozen in his spot and his boss grunts at his lackey’s cowardliness.

The man takes a deep breath, recomposing himself before kneeling down to his pup, giving its ears a shake.

“You know what they say love.” The dog groans at her master. “If you want something done right, blah, blah, blah.” The dog just stares up with no understanding, but with dedicated attention, aware of the power its master possessed. 

“Looks like I’ll be paying Miss Y/L/N a visit myself.”


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pavender headcanons for @st-millay for @hpfemsecretsanta

apple it was super fun to get to know you this month and i hope you enjoy this thing (it’s also somewhat inspired by this post by @weasleyey)

  • parvati and lavender get a little flat together a few months after the battle of hogwarts
  • technically they’ve been wanting to do this since halfway through sixth year after a conversation about the future (one that didn’t feature tea leaves for once)
  • the severity of lavender’s condition after the battle delayed their plans; pompfrey kept her under a close watch for any uncommon symptoms for weeks, causing parvati to practically move into the hospital wing and pester the nurse when lavender’s asleep
  • “how much longer?” “i just want her to be safe, dear-” “merlin, yes, i’m sorry, it’s just-” “i know”
  • but that’s another story, one that parvati would rather not dwell on
  • instead they move in a few months late, no harm done
  • well, actually, it’s harder than they expected

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Blue: Pt.9

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

Previous part: [Pt.8

Warnings for this part: none 


Miraculously, you survived the walk to the convenience store. There you greeted your co-workers and started working normally.

Maybe I’ll survive…

Even though you felt hopeful, you also felt anxious. Where was he? What had happened to him?

Someone tugged your sleeve and you turned around. It was a small girl who had tears in her eyes.

“Mommy,” she sobbed. “Where is mommy?”

You crouched down and gently wiped her wet cheeks. “Did you get separated from your mom?”

She nodded while sobbing.

“Did you come here by yourself?” you asked.

She nodded again. “Where is mommy?” she cried and clung onto you as if her life depended on it.

“There, there,” you hugged the girl gently and looked around. There were no customers in the store.

“What’s going on?” one of your co-workers came over.

You stood up, still holding the young girl. “She got lost.”

“Poor girl,” he said, looking worried.

The girl cried while you tried to figure out how to find her mother.

“I’ll go stand in front of the store with her for a while. Maybe the mother will pass by. She shouldn’t be too far away considering that this girl came here on her own. I doubt she would have walked far.”

Your co-worker nodded in response and left.

“Would you like some ice cream?” you asked the girl who had calmed down a little.

She nodded, her head against your left shoulder. You smiled a little and walked to the ice cream isle while carrying the child. She chose one ice cream and you bought it for her before going outside.

It’s going to get busy soon, you thought about the store. There were only three people working during one shift so you were worried about how the two others would manage the busiest time of the day alone.

You made the girl sit down on the bench in front of the store and sat down next to her. She ate the ice cream with a smile and it almost seemed like she had already forgotten about what had happened.

If only I could be that carefree too…

You sat there for a while, looking at the people who passed by the store. No one looked panicked or worried. A sigh escaped your lips after a bit and you let your head fall.

How is this ever going to work out?

You lifted your head again and your eyes widened.

“What are you doing here?” you asked Jooheon who stopped in front of you.

You stood up and he looked at you coldly. “Nothing. Just passing by.”

“Are you in a hurry?” you asked.

“No,” he answered and you couldn’t help but smile. “What’s up with that creepy smile?” he asked.

“Do you like each other?” the young girl asked innocently.

“Hell no,” Jooheon said, almost disgusted.

“I need your help,” you told him, earning a frown in return.

“What makes you think I’d even consider helping you?”

“I actually highly doubt you’ll help me but I’m begging you, please,” you stared into his icy eyes. “Can’t you stay with her for a bit?”

“Excuse me?” Jooheon asked in disbelief.

“Please Jooheon.”

He just stared at the girl coldly.

“At least stay here for a few seconds. I’ll go get my phone.”

Before he could refuse, you ran inside. Instead of going to get your phone, you hid behind a corner and looked at how Jooheon stared at the young child coldly. After a bit he said something to her which she responded to. You looked at how they spoke with each other and were surprised when you saw an actual smile on the guy’s lips.

He’s smiling, you thought, amazed. That’s so unexpected.

You smiled when Jooheon sat down next to the kid, still smiling. It almost looked like he was her older brother.

“______,” your co-worker called your name, causing you to turn around. “There are a lot of customers. We need your help at the cashier.”

You nodded and went to help them after glancing at the two once more.


You sighed. You finally got a chance to breathe. There had been a ton of customers, even more than usually. You looked outside and discovered that a woman had stopped by and was hugging the small girl. Jooheon was still there, sitting on the bench. His smile was long gone.

You went outside, grabbing the three’s attention. “Hello, you must be her mother,” you greeted the woman with a small smile.

“Yes, thank you so much for taking care of her,” she said, tearing up. “You have no idea how worried I was. I ran around town for hours while looking for her.”

You smiled wider. “Don’t mention it. After all, it was him who kept her company,” you pointed at Jooheon. He gave you a glare.

“We’ll be going now,” the mother said after seeing Jooheon’s cold glare. “Thank you once again,” she smiled to you.

You nodded and the two left.

“I didn’t expect you to like kids. I’m surprised that you have a soft spot in your heart,” you said to Jooheon who got up from the bench and stood in front of you.

“We aren’t heartless,” he said coldly. “Everyone has a soft spot for something,” his honesty surprised you.

“You’re not trying to hide it?” you asked. “You don’t feel embarrassed?”

“Why should I? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Children are innocent. There’s no reason for us to hate them even though they are humans.”

“I never expected you to act like this,” you admitted. “I thought you’d be the most badass out of the seven of you.”

He snorted. “I am. It’s just that I’m not a jerk. Innocent people deserve to be treated well. Especially if they are children.”

You quietly looked at how he walked away.

Maybe they aren’t that bad after all.


“Are you okay? Did something happen between you and Yuna?” you asked Eunkyung who looked somewhat sad.

“She asked if we could have a break,” she mumbled.

“What?” you asked in disbelief.

“She said she has something going on right now and doesn’t have enough time for our relationship.”

“What did you say to her?”

She let out a sigh. “That I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait for her.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, hesitating. “Did you two… break up?”

She took a shaky breath and a tear rolled down her cheek and that was enough to answer your question. “I’m sorry,” you said and hugged her.

She cried quietly while you hugged her comfortingly. The bus was empty so her crying sounded even louder than it really was.

“Should I sleep over?” you asked her. Your original plan was just to visit her place and go home but seeing the situation she was in, you felt like maybe you should just stay with her.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to bother you. This will pass. I’ll just take a bath and eat some ice cream… It’ll pass.”

Hearing her broken voice broke your heart but if she didn’t want you to sleep at her place, you wouldn’t. She probably wanted to have some time alone.


You tightened your grip around your phone. It was already late and you were walking home from the bus stop after visiting Eunkyung’s place. It was dark on the street you were walking on since there were no streetlamps. And as if walking on a dark street alone at night wasn’t creeping you out enough, you could also hear footsteps behind you. The sound had followed you for a bit already so you were pretty sure it was someone following you. The person was dragging their feet, as if lifting them a few centimeters more was too tiring.

You took a right and were now on the street that your apartment building was on. Seeing the lit streetlamps on the sides of the road made you a little relieved.

You could hear a crow’s cry from somewhere and it made you jump a little. The crow was nowhere to be seen and you wondered if it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Seeing your apartment building, you picked up your pace.

Just a few hundred meters more.

You looked at the streetlamp you were about to pass.

At least someone will see if anything happens…

Your heart skipped a beat. The light started flickering when there were only a few meters left between you and the lamp. Thinking you were just imagining it, you walked closer to it. You passed by it and it went out.

No way…

You turned back, just in time to see Minhyuk’s familiar figure collapse to the ground a little further away.


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Surprise, Surprise - Finn Bálor One-Shot

Request: I saw this really cute Christmas thing on pinterest earlier where it would be a gift a day up until Christmas. And I thought “Oh, that would be a real cute imagine idea!” But the last gift in the 25 day of gifts, obviously on Christmas morning, the reader would reveal that she’s pregnant to Finn/Fergal. I seriously can NOT get enough of that irish man and babies. :D

A/N: As I stated before, I love this! Eee! Him with kids makes me weak.

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Originally posted by billiekaywwe

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It started out as a suggestion which soon turned into a rather fun and appealing game for you. You had discovered something on the Internet regarding to Christmas, specifically where you gave a gift a day for 25 days up until Christmas. When you told Finn about the idea, he was on board completely. He loved the idea. That was towards the end of November.

Today marked December 1st, the first official day of the newest tradition inside your household. You and Finn kept yourselves a part of it, allowing it to be just a husband and wife ordeal. Ava’s gifts were neatly tucked under the tree as she would be celebrating her third Christmas on this earth.

December 1st was small, just as you had anticipated it to be. Day one, Finn gave you the first gift, it being the necklace you were dying to have each time you two passed it inside the jewelry store. Shocked, you immediately put it on. You truly didn’t know what to do, so you stuck out with Vans. You swore he bought a new pair each time they caught his eye. Happy as ever, it marked day one.

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