i slept for a few hours and my head ache went away

missing you - tom holland imagine #4

Originally posted by spiderholland

about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises. 


Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!


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The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.

“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.

“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.

Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.

And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.

“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.

“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.

“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”

You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.

This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.

It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.

“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.

The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.

Your phone beeped once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.

You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.

It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.

A text came in. You peeked.

Tom x : babe, what’s up? u  just hung up?

10. 50 pm

Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.

10. 52 pm

Tom x : why did u decline the call?

10. 58 pm

Tom x : did i do something wrong?

11. 05 pm

You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.

Me : idk ask zendaya lmao

Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.

Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.

Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?

11.08 pm

Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.

11.09 pm

Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.

11.11 pm

 

Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx

11.13 pm

You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.

His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.

His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.

Probably for my reply, you thought.

When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.

Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx

11.25 pm

“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.

He picked it up immediately after the third ring.

“Hello?” he said quickly.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.

“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”

“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”

You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.

Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.

Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.

You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.

You missed him so much.

And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.

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The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.

There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.

You missed him too much.

Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.

Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.

You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.

Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛

7.30 am

Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.

7.45 am

Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry

8.30 am

Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE

8.35 am

Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel

8.36 am

Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me

8.38 am

Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you

9.00 am

Tom x : i jusT PUKED  I WISH YORE HERE Y/N YOU MAKe me FEEL BETTER

9.28 am

Tom x : I MISS YOUUUY

9.35 am

You stared at the screen, taking it all in.

Tom got drunk last night.

Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.

Instead, this was from Harrison.

Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there’s nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would’ve told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.

You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.

It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.

You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x

All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.5

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4135
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mild language, sexual tension.
A/N: HEY IT’S BEEN MONTHS I KNOW BUT HERE WE ARE!! So remember how I lost the original 2000+ words I had written for Pt.5 before the file got corrupted? Well in this rewrite, I somehow doubled it so get comfy! Also, as a show of gratitude for your patience with me, I’ve been working really hard and I’ll be posting Pt.6 tomorrow and Pt.7 the day after! Three parts in three days, look at you! Just a heads up, Pt.8 will be the final update and then that’s it for this monster of a fic! I love you all so much and thank you for sticking around with me. ❤

P.S. I am such a little shit for extending the slow burn and I’m not even sorry about it…okay I’m really sorry, please don’t lynch me ILYOKAYBYE!

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Originally posted by hoaxvault

[Previously]

“I’ll see you tomorrow, James,” you said, blushing at the way he smiled back. Admiring the way his lips still looked full and plump as he grinned, and the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.

Bucky passed his tongue over his fangs as he watched you walk away, just one more day and he would have you again.

“I made a promise, didn’t I?”


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Rosie was crying.  Again.  It was the fourth time that night, and John had barely gotten a wink of sleep.  He rolled out of bed and padded over to her crib.  She wailed up at him and reached out, and he picked her up in his arms, pressing his cheek to her forehead and murmuring “Shh, shh, it’s all right, daddy’s here.”

She felt warm.  Too warm.  As a doctor, John knew better than to panic about a little bit of a fever, but it still wasn’t a pleasant thought.  Still whispering soothing words against her head he carried her carefully down the stairs.

221B was dark and quiet, only the distant sounds from the street outside permeating the silence.  Of course Sherlock would pick tonight to go to bed at a reasonable hour when John had a screaming baby in his arms and was bumping into things left and right trying to get to the loo.

Ever since he’d moved back to Baker Street with Rosie he’d kept all of the medical supplies in the cabinet under the sink in the loo.  The hallway that led down that way was blocked off by a gate so she’d never be able to get to it.  He knew he had some baby medicine in there somewhere.

Rosie was still sobbing, but the sound was muffled by John’s shoulder, and Sherlock usually slept like the dead so John wasn’t too worried.  Until he hooked his foot on the top of the gate while trying to step over it and it came crashing down as he stumbled into the wall.

John cursed and heard a thump from inside Sherlock’s room, and a few second later the door swung open and Sherlock appeared, looking…well, endearingly disheveled and still half-asleep.  He squinted at John in the darkness.

“Is everything all right?”

Rosie’s cries stuttered a bit, and she picked her head up, craning her neck around to see Sherlock.

“Yeah, yeah, just…tripped over the damn gate is all.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Sherlock stepped closer, tilting his head slightly.  His eyes were slowly regaining their intellectual light, and he stopped in front of John, his gaze on Rosie, reaching out to flick on the hallway light.  John winced at the sudden brightness in his eyes, but when he managed to get a clear look at Sherlock he noticed a developing red mark on Sherlock’s cheek.

Rosie reached out a hand for him, and Sherlock gave her one of his fingers to hold onto.

“Why is she crying?” Sherlock asked.

“Daddy,” Rosie said.  John kissed her temple, letting her know he was still right there.

“She’s a bit feverish,” he said distractedly, stepping closer and reaching up with his free hand to touch Sherlock’s face.  “Did you–did you fall out of the bed?”

Sherlock’s flushed and smacked his hand away.  “No.”

John couldn’t prevent the grin.  Not that he tried very hard.  “Yes, you did, you fell out of the bed.”

“You startled me!” Sherlock snapped.  “Shouldn’t you be taking care of your daughter instead of interrogating me anyway?”

“Daddy,” Rosie said miserably.

“I know, love, I know, we’ll get you sorted,” John said.  Then, glancing back at Sherlock with another small grin, “You should really put some ice on that.”

Sherlock huffed and turned to sweep back into his room in characteristic dramatic fashion, but before he’d even taken three steps Rosie cried out, “Daddy, no!”

Sherlock froze.  So did John.  Rosie was squirming in his arms, reaching unmistakably for Sherlock who still had his back to them.

“Back, back, c’m back, daddy!”

John felt like something in his chest might burst, and he said, “Sherlock,” a bit hoarsely.  

Slowly, as if he was afraid he might break if he moved to quickly, Sherlock turned back around.  His eyes were wide, and he looked as Rosie like he’d never seen her before in his life.

“Daddy, daddy!” Rosie sobbed, her arms flailing out in front of her, but she couldn’t reach him.  She turned around to look at John, and her expression was almost accusatory.  “Want daddy!”

John stared at her, stunned, and then looked back at Sherlock who was still staring at Rosie, and there was something so so fragile in his eyes, something John wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before.  John did the only thing he could think to do, which was to put Rosie down on the floor where she immediately crawled over to Sherlock and pulled herself up by his pajamas.

“Daddy,” she said firmly, her little fists closed around the worn fabric as if she could keep him there by force.

It was like watching a statue learn how to move.  Sherlock leaned over, his movements strangely jerky, and pulled Rosie up into his arms where she immediately cuddled herself into his chest with a little sigh.

John suddenly found he needed to blink very rapidly.  “I–I’ll go get the, um, the medicine.  Can you just…?”

Sherlock nodded mutely, all of his attention on the little girl that had attached herself to him like a barnacle.  John hurried past them and went into the loo where he leaned back against the door and took a deep, shuddering breath. There was the sound of Sherlock’s muffled voice moving down the hallway, toward the sitting room, and of Rosie’s delighted replies that were mostly garbled noises.  

John listened to them and pressed the heels of his hands hard into his eyes, willing himself not to cry.  His chest ached, and he wanted nothing more than to go out there and wrap his arms around both of them and never let go.  

In hindsight he should’ve seen it coming.  Of course she would see Sherlock as her father.  He changed her nappies, he fed her, he played games with her, he played her the violin when she was fussy, he was…he was her father.

John let out a long breath and pushed off from the door, crouching down to rummage through the cabinet.  He had to pull himself together and get Rosie feeling better so he and Sherlock could have a much needed talk.

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There will probably be a part two to this.  It just got…very long.  Ahem.  But I want my boys to have their kiss, soooo yeah.  :)

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Scars and kisses - Old Man Logan/Wolverine x reader

Yes please ! I’m gonna use the movie Old Man Logan, not the comic version. I went to see “Logan” twelve times in the cinema (don’t judge me…ahem) and I still have so much feels about it…anyway here we go, hope you’ll like it (though maybe it’s more a bit “sad” that “fluffy” at times…) :

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After days of running away from Transigen and its goons, without stopping once, Charles finally convinced Logan to calm down and take a breather.

Of course it was dangerous, but if you kept going, the ex-professor was pretty sure he’d die of exhaustion. After all, he was freaking 90 years old ! With many groans and curse words, The Wolverine found a motel that wasn’t too crappy, and after making sure the place was somewhat secure, that you had easy and fast exits out, you all fell heavily on almost comfortable beds.

Charles and Laura were sleeping in the room next door, and you were laying in bed beside Logan, enjoying his body pressed against yours.

It had been so long since you two had a moment of intimacy. Just you and him. Together, with no one else in the World. It felt great.

He had just made love to you, and you were enjoying each other’s closeness…Contrary to popular belief, Logan loved to just cuddle.

It started out really sweet.

Tender. Delicate. Caring. Thoughtful. Cheesy as fuck.

Caresses on each other’s body. Calloused yet gentle hands running lovingly up and down your back. Smooth fingers tangling threw his hair. It was just a perfect and amorous moment between you and your Wolverine, just like you used to have before…Before the World went to shit.

As you did a thousand times in the past, you grabbed his hand to kiss his now scarred knuckles, and immediately realized your mistake.

The moment was gone.

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Originally posted by 50shadesofjaredleto


It was dark outside but it felt darker in my mind.
I sat outside looking up into the sky, I became jealous of the twinkling light from the stars amongst the black background. I wished that’s what it was like, I wished that’s what it felt like in my mind, that even through all the darkness there were specs of light.
I pressed the home button on my phone checking the time, 2am.
I let out a heavy sigh and made my way back inside the apartment and back into bed. Bringing the blankets up to my chin and my knees curled to my chest, I close my eyes and try my best to fall asleep knowing I have to be up in four hours to start the day. 

I groan as my alarm blares from the bedside, I grab my phone and snooze it. I roll on my back, rub my burning eyes and lay there until your alarm sounds five minutes later.
I bring my feet to the cold tile and proceed to the bathroom in order to start getting ready for the day. I throw my hair in a bun and apply a little amount of makeup before heading out the door in black jeans and a black t-shirt.

I pulled up to the coffee shop I worked at and headed inside, I get behind the counter and throw on an apron. The store doesn’t open for another thirty minutes but I let a few special customers in early to beat the crowd, paparazzi and fans.
The knock on the front door is my cue and I go unlock the front door and let the two men in, wearing sweatshirts and sunglasses like always. 

“Good morning Shannon, Jared.” I lock the door once they are in. 

“Morning.” Shannon’s tired voice is deep and he yawns right after he speaks. 

“Good morning.” Jared is a little more awake as he pulls the sweatshirt off and tucks his sunglasses in his pocket. 

I get back behind the counter and start their usual order, the old manager used to do this for them and she let me in on the secret once she moved and left me in charge.
Jared comes and leans on the ‘pick up’ counter while Shannon takes a seat at one of the tables close by. 

“You didn’t sleep again, huh?” Jared keeps his voice low. 

I roll your eyes at him, “You look nice today too, Jared.“ 

He pats his hand against the counter softly to get my attention, “You know I didn’t mean it like that, you always look nice but I can see it in your eyes.“ 

“Here you go Shannon.” I place the drink next to Jared’s arm ignoring his comments but I can feel his eyes on my every move. 

Jared picks up the coffee and takes it to Shannon who gives me a nod with a smile.
Jared makes his way back to the counter and leans forward on it again. 

“Why didn’t you call? I told you it doesn’t matter what time of the morning or night.” He lets out a sigh as I give him the look to drop it. 

“Here.” I set his cup down a little harder than usual. 

“Look, I didn’t mean…” I cut him off. 

I move so I can lean against the counter as well lean close enough so he can hear me whisper, “I know, but you have to stop this. I can’t run to you when things are bad, you won’t be here forever.“ 

I come back around the counter and Shannon gets up and follows me to the front door, he pulls me into a quick hug and says thanks for the coffee, he starts walking up the street. Jared stops at the door and pushes it closed, I can feel his stare as he is waiting for me to look up at him.
I break my stubbornness and meet his icy eyes. 

“Everything will be fine, whatever is going on up there.” He uses his pointer finger to gently tap my temple, “Will be just fine." 

He goes and catches up with Shannon and I leave the door unlocked for the day.



-flashback-

I had just met with my manager and she had told me she was promoting me because she was moving, I was excited about the position and the new income but she mentioned a few special customers that come in a few times a week before hours and she wanted to introduce us before she left. 

"OK, so they are big time and they love the our coffee big time. It’s usually two of them, they are brothers but occasionally the older one comes in alone and vice versa.” Kerri, my manager, tells me to sit at the table with her using her hands to motion the open seat. 

“Oh, ok. So what, what do I do?” I can feel the anxiety start to spike inside me. 

“Just treat them like regulars, they are regular people and we have created a really good relationship and I don’t want to lose that. You know 30 Seconds To Mars, yeah?” A grin appears on her face probably in response to my own facial expression. 

“You’re kidding?” My mouth is hung open and I can’t configure another sentence. 

“No, I’m not sweetie. For the next month I’ll have you come here early and I’ll let you make their drinks and meet them. They come, they get coffee and sometimes talk and then they go before we open to avoid the crowds.” She hands me a set of keys for the coffee shop, “It’s yours now. You’ll do great, ok? Everything will be just fine." 

We both stand and she pulls me in for a hug.
I’ve been working for Kerri for almost two years and we have grown to become close friends. This move wasn’t just hard on the business, it was hand on me personally.

The next week the Leto brothers come in everyday, the first day I was a nervous mess and thankfully they were extremely kind about it. They stayed longer than usual to talk and get to know me a little bit and to make me feel at ease.
They both were pretty quiet about themselves which is understandable.
The next few days go by and it definitely got easier to be around them but not necessarily easier to look at them.
Jared with the long ombré hair and bright blue eyes, even first thing in the morning they were brighter than the sky.
Shannon with his darker demeanor and hazel eyes that are much more piercing in person than in pictures. 


The month passes and things are going just fine between me and my new customers. They come in pretty constantly but they both gave me their number just in case they decide not to come in so I could sleep in if I wanted, little do they know sleep is an enemy of mine.
My personal spiral started after the first month, once Kerri left, I noticed it but I pushed it aside because really there wasn’t much I could do.
I slept a lot less or didn’t sleep at all, went to work came home and sat in my bed till the sun was visible again.
I added more and more makeup to hide the bags under my eyes, I hated taking sleeping pills but I needed it.
Three times a week I would take one as soon as I got home and the other four nights were restless.
This night was far worse, nothing would calm the voices and a pill didn’t even dull me.
I got up and threw on a sweatshirt, my body ached with every movement. I barely remember driving to the coffee shop, I don’t even remember unlocking the door or going inside. When my mind finally let me remember it was me tucked behind the counter. I sat there with my knees to my chest, my forehead pressed against them and my fingers linked together on the back side of my head.
I was sniffling, my eyes were shut tight and I could feel the ache in my chest start to become unbearable. I take a deep breath in and it’s shaky, I hear the front door open and I freeze hoping whoever it is will leave. 

“Hello?” Jared’s voice rang out.

I curl my arms around myself hoping he won’t see me, I hear his steps getting closer and he leans over the counter.
I hear him gasp and he quickly jumps over the counter, he crouches down next to me and his arm drapes over my shoulder pulling me close to him.

“What happened? Are you ok?” He pulls me into him tighter. 

He smells good, like a warm day and he feels warm against my cold skin. As his arms wrap around me a sharp inhale leaves me, I press my face into his chest as I sink down into him. His hands are griping my arms and he hums a soft melody above my head. 
He doesn’t ask another question and he doesn’t let go.
He just stays there with me behind the counter until I shift in his grip minutes later. He releases my arms and I sit back with my head against the counter, I can feel his eyes on me but I keep mine closed. I wipe under my eyes with my hands and leave them covering my face until my breathing calms. 

“I’m fine.” I finally whisper.

He shifts closer to me and pulls my hands away from my face, “Do you expect me to believe that?” His eyes meet mine.

I feel like the tears are going to roll down my cheeks again as he stares at me, I pull my arm away from him gently and he lets go.

“Look, or, or don’t look at me but listen. I’m here, right here. I haven’t known you long but it feels like I have, and I can’t just leave you like this. Let me get someone to cover your shift and I’ll take you out for the day, clear your head. Is that ok?” His hand moves to rest it on mine but he stops himself and puts it back on the floor. 

I nod, that’s all I can do and let out a deep breath. He stands up next to me and he reaches his hand down to help me up, I take it and he pulls me to my feet.

“Who should I call?” He looks around for any kind of employees names or information. 

“I-I can text someone.” My voice is barley above a whisper.

He nods and walks around the counter and waits for me, I follow behind him and we both leave through the front door and I lock it behind us. 
We begin a silent walk to his place, he puts his hood up and sunglasses on and gives me a faint smile.
I return with a half smile myself, he seems so inviting all the time and his smile draws me in more. 
We don’t say a word during the walk but it doesn’t feel awkward, it feels nice. 
We get to his place and I try not to be blown away by the size as he holds the front door open for me. 

“I’m going to get a few things, I’ll be down in a minute. You can have a seat wherever or help yourself to anything, Shannon isn’t here so don’t be scared.” He lets out a bit of a laugh as he runs up the stairs.

I walk through the house a little bit but I still get the nervous feeling so I just sit on the couch until Jared comes back down the stairs.

“Ready?” He pops up around the corner.

I nod, “Your house is gorgeous.” 

“So are the things in it.” He smiles and opens the front door for us to walk out. 

“I’d love a tour someday.” I walk past him and wait to follow his next move.

“So would I.” He says in a low whisper.

He nods his head for me to follow him, we walk around the front of his house and he presses a button to unlock the black vehicle parked in the driveway. He open the car door for me and then closes it once I’m seated, he walks to the driver side and gets in. 

“So, talk to me. Tell me things about you. Where did you grow up? What are your dreams? Favorite desserts?” He laughs and smiles at me and I join him with a soft laugh.

The car ride is full of questions that we pass back and forth to each other, nothing too personal but it was nice getting to know some of the small details of him. He was even more interesting than he looks.
We pull up to a beach and it’s completely empty, he gets out of the car quickly and opens my door for me before getting into the trunk of his car and pulling out a bright red blanket.

“You like the beach?” He stops in front of me waiting for my response. 

I nod, again, and he grabs my hand and starts running towards the water, I stumble with the first few steps and laugh, Jared looks back at me with a grin on his face, before we hit the water he drops the blanket. 
He continues to run and the waves hit us, I let out a small scream from the water being colder than expected. Jared never lets go of my hand as we run into the waves till the ocean water hits my waist. 
We stop an stand there, my black shirt and pants soaked and my hair falling out of the bun I had this morning. Jared’s t-shirt clinging to him and his jeans falling lower from being so heavy. 
A smile spreading across my face as the waves hit us lightly and the sun hits my skin. I look over at Jared and his eyes were already on me, he gives me a nod to head back and with our hands still locked we turn around and fight the water to get back to the beach. 
I slip and fall and we laugh as he hold me up, his hand wraps around my waist and I try to ignore the sensation it sent through my body. 

Once we reach the beach I take my shoes and socks off and he does the same, he throws open the red blanket and we sit in the center of it, he grabs one side of it and I grab the other to wrap it over our shoulders. 

“Wanna talk about anything in particular?” He doesn’t look my way, we both stay watching the waves.

I take a deep breath, “Thank you.” 

He chuckles, “You’re welcome.” He puts his arm around my shoulder and I rest my head against him.

A few moments go by and I can’t keep my mouth sealed, “It doesn’t happen all the time, it just builds up and well, eventually I break and then start over again. Sometimes it can take months, other times it takes days. I’m a messy person.” I can feel the lump in my throat grow as I realize how much I just let out.

"You’re allowed to be messy. People find beauty in the mess and that’s everything you are. Beautiful.” He turns his head to look at me.

I try to keep my focus on the ocean in front of us but I can’t, I look at him and as soon as our eyes meet his lips are on mine. I don’t push in and I don’t pull away, instead I close my eyes. It’s a moment of bliss, my heart beating fast and my body feels like it’s somewhere else. He pulls away and I open my eyes to meet his again.

”I’m sorry.” He stutters out but doesn’t look away.

“It’s, uh, it’s fine. Really.” I try to find the right words.

He lets out a sigh and turns back to the waves. I’m thankful he left his shoulder around me because it was starting to get cold, he pulled the blankets closer around us once he noticed.
We stayed there in silence for a few moments until he finally broke it.

“Are you hungry?” He whispers. 

“A little bit.” I whisper back.

He stands up and reaches down for my hand, I grab onto it and he pulls me up. He picks up the blanket and holds it under his arm as we walk back to his car, he tosses it in the trunk and opens the door for me again, I get in and he follows to the driver side.
The car ride starts out quiet, nothing awkward, just peaceful. 

“I think everyone has their own mess. I’m a mess too, I hide it as well. I’m not trying to say that my problems are yours but I just want you to know that you’re not alone.” He pulls up to his house just as he finishes his sentence. 

“I. thank you Jared.” I whisper back.



And that was the start of it all. That was the start of me falling in love with someone so completely out of my league but also someone I still had to see almost every single day, someone who I would constantly have to push away. He always seems flirty, more caring but he’s like that with just about everyone, so again, I push him away.

I finish the day at the coffee shop and get in my car to head home, I have four missed calls from Jared once I check my phone and my heart sinks and I roll my eyes. I never know how to feel about him.
I quickly call him back.

"Jared? Everything ok?” I ask as soon as I hear him answer.

“I’m great actually! I wanted to ask you if you were busy Saturday night? Not like a date or anything, we have a small concert just doing a few songs and then I was thinking we’d all go get some dinner. If you’re free.” He clears his throats as he realizes how fast he was talking.

"Actually that sounds perfect! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys play and I could use a night out. Don’t get weird though.” I laugh.

“I’ll have a car pick you up!” He ends the call with a click so I can’t argue with him.


Saturday comes around and I dress is torn up black jeans and a blue faded t-shirt with black boots, I wear my hair down for the first time in a while and apply a thin winged liner and a nude lipstick.
I hear a knock on the door and I peep through window, it’s the driver. I open the door and he’s professional and walks me down to the limo out front. I laugh to myself and get in the back of the limo as the driver holds the door open for me. Once I’m seated I pull my phone out and text Jared.

“I said don’t be weird. And here I am sitting in a limo.” I put my phone in my pocket as I’m sure he is in rehearsal.

The limo comes to a stop and it’s the back of a building, a studio. I begin thinking just how small this gif is. The driver comes around and opens the door for me, he tells me to walk through the door he’s parked in front of and then take the second left. I thank him and walk inside and make the second left.
I walk in the small studio and there are about thirty chairs set out in front of the small recording area that has its set spots for Jared, Shannon and Tomo.
There are a few open seats and I take one of the ones left in the front. I smile at a few people around and then the lights get a little brighter, the three guys come and take their place and the crowd of thirty sounds like hundreds.
Jared makes a few announcements about the recording and the songs they are going to do, he asks people to stay quiet until the very end because they are doing a live recording, he makes some jokes and then they start to play.
About five songs in Jared stops and pulls his phone out, people laugh and he smiles and looks up at me, I know he just read my text.

“I always knew there was something about you. I just need you to listen to these words of this last song and then tell me what you feel.” He slides his phone in his pocket and stared at me.

I can feel his eye on me and I also feel my cheeks go red from his text, I nod towards him so he knows I got it and the show continues.
The music starts and I instantly know it’s one of their cover songs. My heart sinks once the first few words leave his mouth, my entire being feels like I’m having an out of body experience and I can feel my throats going dry from trying to hold back the tears.

“Stay” by Rihanna, that’s the song that he wants me to pay attention to and I do. I listen to every word that comes out of his mouth and with each moment it becomes harder and harder to hold myself together.
The words flow out of his mouth, his voice is soothing yet the words are breaking down all my walls. His eyes are closed as he sings and when it finally ends his eyes open up to me.
I can’t help it, I get up and walk toward him the guards try to push me back but Jared tells them to let me through. I run up to him, tears falling down my cheek, and kiss him.
My arms fall around his shoulders and his hands pull my waist into him. He kisses back harder, our lips pulling apart and meeting back together again. A smile comes over him during the kiss and he pulls away slightly.

“There is definitely something about you and I need you. I think about you everyday and I hope you’re ok every second I’m not with you. I don’t want to fix you, I just want to be there to hold the pieces of you till you’re ready to be put back together.” He whispers against my lips.

I kiss him again, “I’ve always felt this way about you. I just never knew, I didn’t know how..” I whisper back but he cuts me off.

“Lets get out of here baby.” He pecks me once more.

The small crowd is clapping and cheering, Jared walks by them and signs things for the fans but his one hand never leaves my waist.
We walk out of the small studio, his hand still on my waist.
My thoughts seem like a mess but beautiful things are found in messes.

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martauzumaki  asked:

I would love to request something! I remember in the comics, Betty one day passes out from exhaustion; can you write something about Betty trying to keep up with school, a few jobs, extracurriculars, and being INCREDIBLY stressed out about it? (Obviously with a little pre-relationship Jughead thrown in, trying to cheer her up) ;)

Sure! This one might be a little fluffy!
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Woah. Where did that head ache come from?
All day Betty had been feeling light on her feet, her knees were a little wobbly and her vision had been blurring.

Shaking her shoulders, she put a hand to her forehead. Probably a head cold. She had been out late last night in the rain, Kevin needed her help sneaking out to meet up with his boyfriend.
And then there was the 3 am cram session for her calculus test, not to mention Ronnie had made her help work on the newest cheerleading routine during her free period.

She just needed rest.

Obviously not today, she had promised professor flutesnoot she would help him organize a bake sale for the science club, and Archie had practically begged her to look at his car, apparently the battery wasn’t working properly.

“Bets? You okay?” She looked up to meet the concerned eyes of Jughead jones.

Oh yeah she forgot to mention the dead line for this weeks edition of the blue and gold was tomorrow.

“I’m fine juggie, just a headache.” She smiled weakly.

Putting his pencil down, he moved to lean on her desk, placing a cool hand to her forehead.

She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of cold to hot.

“Betty, you look exhausted. Have you gotten any sleep at all this week?”

She sighed softly.

“Oh sure, yeah I sleep all the time. You know how my mom is, the pills she keeps me on make me feel more tired than I actually am.” She suggested

His eyes hardened at the mention of her mother, but he took her hand and gently led her to the ugly plaid couch they had dragged out.

“Why don’t you rest? Take a nap, I’m sure I can handle finishing the rest of the edits. I’ll wake you up before last period.”

She shook her head “no juggie, I can’t let you do that, I’m fine, my head feels better already!” She tried to be convincing but the sway to her step gave her away.

His hands immediately went to her shoulders to steady her

“As convincing as that was, I’m gonna have to disagree. Sleep. I’m not gonna have my very favorite investigative journalist pass out on me. I know my rippling muscles may look strong, but I’m not sure I could carry you all the way home” he said with a smirk and an eyebrow raise.

She laughed drowsily, laying down she realized just how tired she was.

“Okay but just for a few minutes! You’ve gotta wake me up.”

He laughed moving to go sit back at his desk

“You got it champ.”

Rolling her eyes, she was asleep in seconds.

She felt her shoulders being shaken softly and heard the gentle voice

“Wake up sleeping beauty, the bells about to ring.”

She looked into the smiling face of Jughead jones.

There were definitely worse ways to wake up.

She hadn’t even realized she had said that out loud until he barked out a laugh.

“Oh yeah? I would think that would be a nightmare.”

She blushed

“What time is it?” She said jumping up

“Calm down speedy, you only slept for an hour.”

“An hour?! Oh god my moms gonna kill me, I promised I would email my volunteer officer within the hour.” Her fingers went to dig into her palms , but long smooth fingers were covering hers before she got the chance.

“Hey listen to me. You’re fine, you have got to relax. You can’t keep running yourself dry like this, it’s not safe and it’s not healthy.”

She slumped into his arms, tears finally falling

“I know..I.. I’m just so tired juggie” she choked out

He rubbed her back gently, pulling her tighter into him

“I know, I know.”

They had missed the last period bell and jughead gently pulled away.

“What do you say we blow this joint and grab a milkshake at pops? Then I’ll walk you home and you’ll get some sleep.”

She sighed softly taking his hand

“Sounds perfect.”

Gone (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here :)

This part is majorly inspired by From The Dining Table

The phone rang a few times before the other line picked up.

“Bloody hell … Harry? It’s six o’clock in the morning,” Gemma groaned, he’d obviously woken her up, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is it Mum?”

His heart felt like lead in his chest, “Sorry for wakin’ yeh, I just …”

“You what, Harry?”

“Can I come see you?”

He felt her tone change through the phone, even though they were miles apart, “You know that answer, you’re always welcome over ‘ere,” she consoled him, “What’s wrong?”

Tears stung in his eyes again, suddenly being hit with the reality of the situation.

“It’s too much to speak of over the phone,” his voice cracked, “I’ll be up in a few hours.”

“Alright, I’ll be here,” Gemma sounded worried, “Please be safe, Harry.”

“Will do,” Harry said with a sigh, and hung up the phone.

His head was still pounding from his poor decisions the night before, and he couldn’t stop mulling over their conversation. Part of him hated leaving her in such a rush and with so much bitterness – he knew her better than anyone else. He knew how to comfort her when she was scared or miserable, he knew how she liked to be held, he knew what he could do to try and help her back up onto her feet. But now, she was alone. Did she deserve it?

… That is what Harry was battling with. She’d gone behind his back. She was the one who had brought it upon herself. She made the choice to do something like this. It made him feel like she should be hurting, like she should be guilty, because he certainly wasn’t the one responsible.

Or was he?

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Night Owls - Bucky Barnes p.1

Hello internet! I’m sorry if this sucks, it’s the first time I publish something mine so please, be gentle :) If there are some errors, tell me because english isn’t my mothertongue. Sorry if it’s too long but it’s worth it, trust me.

                                    BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: lately you’ve been having trouble sleeping, but you’re not the only one. Maybe someone can help you with your problem.

Warnings: nothing really, just the start of something extremely fluffy

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

PART TWO PART THREE

I was neither a light nor heavy sleeper. My nights would always be the same: a long straight sleep and maybe if I were lucky, I’d dream something. Obviously the dreams would change with time and I’d never dream the same in months. In the morning was always difficult to get out of bed but I felt awake in a good way. No more bags under my eyes and a bright smile every day to make everyone happier.
Lately all this changed. I would go to bed late, as usual, but the straight sleep was long gone. It happened gradually. The first time I woke just once, stirred and then fell back to sleep. Unfortunately that wasn’t my only experience. The awakenings would happen more than once, separated by one or two hours each, so I felt like I had slept for a couple of minutes and then had fallen back asleep. The mornings were getting rough, getting out of bed was even more tiring and the dark circles under my eyes had appeared again. My back started to hurt and my head to ache; I was getting stressed more and more every day and everyone around me too, but there was an exception: Bucky Barnes.
Usually the halls in the tower would be silently empty unless he was around. Bucky didn’t sleep (I had asked more than once the reason but he would shrug his shoulders and tell me ironically that ‘he had enough sleep in cryo’; after a while I stopped asking, not wanting to annoy), he’d stay wide awake all night pacing around, in the kitchen drinking tea or in his room, where I had never set foot in all my life.


One of these tremendous nights, I decided that maybe a hot drink would help me get back on track. So, I got out of bed and went straight into the kitchen. As I turned the light on, I nearly jumped as a figure appeared from the dark sitting quietly by the table. I sighed and dropped the hand that was covering my mouth to muffle the bloody scream that would have eventually escaped if I didn’t recognize the person.
“Damn, you scared the shit out of me” I told him off, his eyes looking at me vaguely before a small smile formed on his lips. I put some water to boil and asked if he wanted some but he declined, still staring at his coffee cup. I frowned, but let the worry go away easily, he was probably just as tired as me. I sat at the table scoffing and covered my face with my hands. “Ugh. I’m sooo tired”
Me and Bucky had kind of a really good friendship going on and we often talked. I was one of the few people that tried to make him feel as comfortable as possible when he first started living with us and I had definitely succeeded. Well, he was still a very quite person but I had helped him break the ice. Knowing this, I was a little concerned that he didn’t talk to me or at least answered me with just 'yes’ or 'no’.


“What’s wrong?” I asked, after looking between my fingers and noticing that he didn’t even smile or gaze in my direction after my comment. Bucky shrugged his shoulders and still stared at his coffee cup.
“Can’t sleep.”
“Other than that.” I reached for his hand across the table and covered it with mine, squeezing gently  when his eyes met mine “You know you can tell me” Bucky sighed.
“I tried to sleep, didn’t work.” his gaze returned to its previous position. I was going to take both of his hands in mine when I remembered my tea and had to get up to pour it in my cup. As I sat back down and took a sip of my hot drink, I spoke again.
“And why is that?” he stayed silent for a while, judging if it was a good idea to tell me the truth or just change the subject of the conversation when he still had the chance.
“I had a nightmare” he explained quickly, not wanting to deepen the argument.
“Don’t you wanna try to sleep again? You might not dream anything.” I really wanted to help him but his answers were so short that I had to annoy him for a while longer to give him an advice. At the same time, I didn’t want to end the conversation there by being annoying so, I tried to soften my tone the best way possible and continue my 'interrogation’.


Bucky straighten in his seat before looking at me and whispering “Whenever I.. when I close my eyes I keep seeing them.” he explained after leaning on the table with his elbows. By the confused look on my face he spoke again. “The victims. The people I killed..I remember all of them and the memories.. they are haunting me.”
My mouth fell open slightly. I was so shocked by how broken he was and how I couldn’t help him in any way. I decided not to speak and just take his hands in mine, maybe he needed a little love. He smiled softly, squeezing my hand in a gentle manner. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall.


2:39 am.


I got up from my seat and Bucky’s head moved to keep looking at me. I sighed before speaking “I’m gonna go try and sleep.” he nodded and dropped his head before giving me one last look.
“Well, good luck.” I smiled nodding my head and got out of the kitchen, hoping he would call me to  convince me to stay a while longer “The light.” I heard his deep voice but was a little disappointed by the context. I did as I was told, leaving Bucky in the dark, but half way through my walk back to my room I realised I have had enough. I had problem sleeping, he did too. Why shouldn’t I benefit from it?
I immediately turned around and went straight into the kitchen, blinding Bucky in the process for the sudden light in the room. “Look, I know this may sound weird but, do you perhaps want to try falling asleep with me? It may work.”
My awkward smile at the end probably convinced him as he nodded his head with a lopsided smile. “I would be honoured.” I chuckled. Courage was definitely one of my perks.

Over Me

Originally posted by zest-wincest

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam
Word count: 1,196
Warnings: Angst, swearing
Request: Can I request a Dean fic with an insecure reader who’s pulling away bc they don’t think they deserve him (and thinks they’re disposable)! Maybe even incorporating something along the line, ‘You got over Cassie, you got over Lisa, and you can get over me too.’


You’d been seeing Dean a couple months when you first started to question things. You’d been friends with him for some time. You knew his reputation, his habits, and…his type. When you looked at him, and then at yourself, you felt inadequate.

Sooner or later, he’d see this. He’d walk away, and get over you, by being over someone new. The thought made your chest ache. You would wind up another face in Dean’s rear view.

You had your earbuds in as the asphalt flew by, the lines making you sleepy. As your eyes drooped, your head moved to lean on the window. Sam glanced over his shoulder at you, chuckling lightly. “I’m happy for you, Dean.” He smiled.

Dean grinned over at his brother. “Thanks, man.” His eyes went back to the long stretch of road ahead of them. “I think I’m in love, Sammy.” He knew you wouldn’t hear him either way. Since you’d started traveling with them, that was your thing. You’d curl up in the back, relax, and enjoy your music. It wasn’t that you disliked his, you just enjoyed the hours of your own little world. You once told him your eyes would close, and it was like a movie all for you. He was a bit envious that you still held that type of innocence. He closed his eyes and saw the darkness.

Hearing that from his older brother filled Sam with joy. If anyone deserved it- Dean did. “Shit, Dean.” He chuckled. “Soon you’ll be buying cheesy Valentine’s Day cards and looking at rings.” He teased him.

“Shut up.” Dean chuckled, not at all denying that’s something he could see things leading to with you.

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Imagine Leonard overhearing your conversation with Uhura.

Requested by the filthy minded @bkwrm523

Originally posted by nichelle-nichols


It was not the doctor’s intention to overhear the conversation you had going with Uhura. He was simply strolling past the pair of you at the exact moment Uhura grasped in horror, “You’ve never had an ORGAS-”

“- UHURA!” You practically attacked the woman, your hand clamping over her mouth. The translator and communications officer glared in confusion until her eyes flickered to Leonard McCoy who stood there frozen in skeptical shock. The three of you just stood silent, unsure of when to talk until you couldn’t take it any longer. You grabbed Uhura’s hand and lead her away from the Doctor and into the turbolift. Once inside the safety of the lift, you turned to her with widen eyes.

“How could you yell that! In front of him!”

“It’s fine. He didn’t hear, I’m sure,” Uhara tried reasoning with you, but the uncertainty in her voice said it all.

“You better hope he didn’t,” you muttered before exiting the lift onto the quarters deck.

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TOP FIVE THINGS MASTERPOST (1/3)

so for the remaining Top Five ask meme posts, i’ve decided to consolidate into a series of three huge posts instead of destroying people’s dashes with replies.  for a series of fun, ridiculous headcanons, follow the readmore!

  1. Playboy Nikiforov will cheat on Yuuri with the entire Russian Hockey team, and Yuuri will come crying to him and eat katsudon piroshky in his bed and Yurio will be allowed to brush the bangs out of his eyes as they lay facing each other, knees knocking together.  “You can stay as long as you want,” Yurio would say.  (Except Victor is incredibly devoted to Yuuri, and the Russian hockey team only has eyes for Yuuri anyway.)
  2. Victor dies from a Terrible Disease.  In his last conscious moments, he grabs Yurio by the hand.  “Take care of Yuuri,” he says. “He’s always loved you.”  “I will,” Yurio responds, unplugging the life support.
  3. “Yurio, the way you landed that quintuple axel jump after only two weeks of practicing, despite it being physically improbable makes me super hot,” Yuuri says, pushing him against the rough edge of the lockers.  “Please, take me now, take me now and wrap your well-toned and physically superior legs around me.”
  4. Victor Nikiforov decides to make a deal with an angel to see a reality where he’s never been born, where Yurio and Katsudon got together instead, and he sees how happy Katsudon is to be constantly challenged and sexually satisfied by Yurio he completely fades from existence.
  5. Yuuri showing up at his hotel room at three in the morning. His eyes are red.  His smile is shy, but real.  “Yuri,” he says, and the way that Yuuri says his name, his real name, is so open and meaningful.  “You’ve always been—I’ve always—“ Yuuri in his mind has said, but never finished.  Yuri’s never let it get past that.  It hurts too much.

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Shape of You (12)

I hope this mends a few broken hearts. Enjoy =)

@arianacullen2008 @rayyvenous @noisyunknowninfluencer @imbrownthatswhy @courtcabeswater @always-love-your-self @nightlark-naitohibari @foreverlovingthenightskies @dragonbound135 @actualfeysandtrash @queen-sansa–stark @sheshibori @wingsofanillyrian @sherattledthestars @queenofshadows1 @rayonfrozenwings @stripesandpolkadot @allthestarswecansee @yourejustassaneasiam3 @haileanneposts @crazybookladythings @becca2810 @queenzofillea @automatictyrantcollector

(I hope I got everyone! It was a long list)

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Chapter 12

It didn’t hurt as much at work, surrounded by books. Even though the day was dragging and I felt like time would never move forward. It still hurt, that crack in my heart had gotten bigger but it wasn’t throbbing when I could focus on something other than what had happened. When I could look at the books and pretend like my life wasn’t falling apart. It was slightly easier to breathe, but I knew when I went home the numbness would fade.

And the pain would return.

When I woke up Feyre was still there. She had crawled into bed with me and stayed, trying to help ease my pain. I wasn’t any nicer to her. I was worse and I knew it was wrong. Because she didn’t have to stay. She didn’t have to try and help me.

But she did. Because for some reason Feyre always cared more than us. She always tried harder. And that made this whole thing worse. It made my heart hurt worse. It made the break ache even more than before.

Because it reminded me of all those years ago when she used to hold my hand and we all slept in a bed together. When we were poor and cold and our father didn’t give a damn about us. It was Feyre who kept us warm, who kept the clothes on our backs. It was Feyre who sang Elain a lullaby so she could sleep.

And it was Feyre who was trying so hard to mend my broken heart. My broken world.

Today all I wanted to do was snap at her. I was done crying so now my grief had turned to anger. I was angry at the world and my little sister was in my path.

Feyre left when I went to get ready for work. She hugged me tightly and promised it would get better. I knew she wanted to tell me to talk to Cassian, but right now I couldn’t. She knew that too so she didn’t push that on me. She was just there for me. Promising to call me later to check up.

I was seven hours into my shift and the hollowness in my chest was still there.

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daylightcasey  asked:

Hii!! Can you please do one where your dating Josh and your on tour with him, Tyler, and Jenna. But you start to get really sick, and I don't know, like before and after the show he takes care of you?? :)

A/N: I’m so sorry that it took me longer than promised to get this up, but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you again, for your request! xx (hey, it’s the longest I’ve ever done haha)

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Sick

Words: 2744

Warnings: None

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Heat. That’s the first thing you noticed as you woke up in your bunk on the tour bus. Your sleep shirt clung to your body, completely soaked probably from your sweat because that was the second thing you noticed. It seemed like you ran a marathon from the way your body was heated up. Next thing you noticed was your stuffed nose and aching throat, as well as your burning eyes. Great, you thought to yourself, seems like I’m ill.


After contemplating if you should just stay in your bunk and call for your boyfriend Josh since every move ached like you really did run a marathon. But as soon as you tried to call out his name, you noticed that your voice was nearly gone and that it hurt like a bitch. So you had no other choice than to get up on your own and search for some kind of medicine.

As soon as you crawled out of your bunk, your head became dizzy. You hold yourself up on the wall, waiting for the dizziness to go away. After some seconds passed and your head felt somewhat normal again, besides the throbbing pain since you had to have a headache as well, you made your way to the cabin in the kitchen, hoping that you would find some painkillers and some stuff for your aching throat.

You noticed Josh sitting in the kitchen area, who immediately jumped up from his seat to rush to your side.

„Babe! Is everything alright? Not to sound rude or anything but you look like hell.“

Instead of giving one of your normal fiery comebacks, you just rolled your eyes which hurt as well.

„I guess with your lack of speaking that you’re ill. C’mon lay back in your bunk and I’ll bring you some medication and something to drink, maybe even something to eat if you’re hungry.“ You flash him a somewhat grateful smile, before practically crawling back to your bunk. Every step felt like you just climbed the Mount Everest.


As soon as you were in your bunk again, all cuddled up, you put the blanket away. There was no way you were putting more layers on your body, when it was already burning, making you a sweaty mess. What a great view that must have been for Josh.

Speaking of your lovely boyfriend, he returned after a few more minutes with the stuff he promised to bring you. After forcing the bitter tasting medicine down your throat and giving you some pills for your headache and other stuff, he started to tuck you in. Since you still couldn’t really speak and didn’t want to even try because of the assuming pain you would have, you frantically shook your head.

„What?“ Josh looked confused. You didn’t even bother to reply since you really couldn’t, you stomped the blanket off your legs again.

„C’mon (Y/N)! You need to keep warm, which means the blanket has to be on you, otherwise you’ll get more sick.“ You still shook your head and kept on kicking the blanket off of you, as Josh tried to tug you in.

„(Y/N)!“ He grew more and more frustrated, but you didn’t care as long as you don’t have to suffer under that big blanket. That’s why you did absolutely nothing as Josh huffed and went away, leaving you and your victory over the blanket fight alone.

Some minutes passed as Josh came back again, holding a wet cloth in his hands. „Listen (Y/N), I know you’re feeling like you’ll suffocate under that blanket but it’s important that you stay warm, okay? I want you to get better, not worse, so please.“

You grunted, knowing that he was probably right. So you did nothing as Josh tucked you in, just like a burrito. As soon as he was finished, he placed the wet cloth on your head. You immediately noticed that it was cold, cooling your burning forehead.

„Thanks“, you were able to quietly mutter that one out. Josh smiled down at you, kissing your cheek softly, before asking if he should stay by your side.

You shook your head, mouthing soundcheck because that’s where he needed to be right now. It took you some more minutes until you finally talked him into going, after promising that if something happens or if you need anything, you will immediately call him. With one last kiss on your cheek, since you wouldn’t allow him to kiss your mouth, you didn’t want him to get ill as well, he went to go sound checking.

It took you only a few moments until you’re passed out again.


You didn’t know how long you’ve slept but you started to feel a little bit better. Your body seemed cooled down, your throat stopped aching as much as before as well. However, you still felt like shit.

You heard someone shuffling around in the kitchen. Curious to who was on the bus still it was technically still time for soundcheck, after looking for the time on your phone, you decided to look for yourself. Maybe you could even grab something to eat.

This time you didn’t feel as dizzy as in the morning, making it easier for you to walk the small corridor down to the kitchen/seating area.

You saw Jenna, preparing soup. She probably heard you shuffling around, because she looked up to you, smiling gently. „Hey (Y/N), how are you feeling? I hope you slept well!“

„A little bit better, thanks. What are you doing here? I thought soundcheck was still going on?“ Your voice was hoarse, but at least you could talk again. You sat down on one of the benches, hugging your knees to your chest, because damn it was much colder as in your bunk.

„Josh asked me to stay on the bus, just in case you needed anything or if you started to feel worse. I decided to cook some soup, while you sleep. Want some?“

You gladly accepted, knowing that whatever Jenna cooked, it was heavenly. While you started to eat, you told Jenna that she didn’t have to stay here and miss soundcheck. It made you feel guilty, the both of you always loved watching the guys soundcheck and because of you, Jenna couldn’t see it today.

„C’mon (Y/N)! We literally saw every soundcheck Tyler and Josh did, so it really is no problem that I stayed here with you, I wanted to make sure that nothing happens when you’re alone on the tour bus while we’re at the venue. Besides that, if I didn’t have stayed here, Josh would’ve. He’s really concerned, to be honest, thought about driving you to the hospital, but we were able to convince him that it’s just the flu or something.“ Jenna laughed, you joined lightly. Josh was probably the cutest boy in the entire world and you managed to snatch him before anyone else could.

„Thank you so much, Jenna. I already feel a little bit better, your soup seriously has magic powers!“ You grinned before you sneezed. „Ouch! Okay, I take it back, holy shit that hurt!“ You groaned.

Before Jenna could say anything to your remark, the door to the bus flew open, revealing Josh and Tyler. As soon as Josh laid his eyes on you, he quickly shuffled his way to the bench where you were currently seated. Instead of saying anything, he just pressed one of his palms against your forehead, checking if you still had a high temperature. It seemed like it went down in the last few hours because Josh looked somewhat relieved. But it didn’t last long until it changed into a more scolding one. „You shouldn’t be here, (Y/N). I told you that you needed to stay warm, which practically translates into staying in your bunk.“

„Jooooosh“, you whine, „ You can’t expect me to stay the whole day in my bunk.“

„I just want you to get better, okay? What do you say, we’re gonna cuddle up in your bunk and watch some Disney movies until I have to get ready for the show?“

You knew that Josh only wanted to get you back to your bunk, but you didn’t mind as long as you could get to cuddle and watch your favorite movies. So you nodded, agreeing to his offer. Before you made your way back to the sleeping area, where Josh started to set everything up, you thanked Jenna again for making that delicious soup and for taking care of you.

Josh already picked your favorite ones of all Disney movies that existed, Hercules and Tangled. After settling down beside him, all cuddled up to his side and after Josh made sure you’re warm enough for his liking, he pressed play for the first movie.

You probably fell asleep during the second one, Hercules. Josh tried his best to not wake you up, knowing that sleep was probably the best medicine out there. So he stayed there, all squished up in the little bunk, letting you use him as a pillow. But he didn’t mind, he loves you and he would do anything for you.


Some hours passed, Josh knew that he had to go within the next half hour to get ready for the concert. He noticed that your temperature started to rise again, whether it was an upcoming fever or if it was because of his body temperature and the many blankets. But as you started to shiver, he knew it was the first option.

You woke up, besides feeling like you were buried under an avalanche because of the many blankets around you, you couldn’t help but freeze. Oh no, you thought. Besides having a fever and the flu, you had to have chills as well.

„Hey Babe, how do you feel?“ Josh looks concerned at you, he probably saw you shivering.

„I’m cold“ You croaked, your voice was hoarse due the sleeping and the aching.

„Come here“, Josh opened his arms, letting you cling to his body while he puts his arms around. You immediately noticed the heat radiating off of him.

„I don’t want to make you ill, you have shows to do“, you whispered, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

„You won’t make me ill, just because we cuddle. And if I do get ill, I don’t care, as long as I’m there for you.“ Josh said softly, stroking your back. „But I need to get ready soon, I’m sorry, Babe.“

„It’s okay, but I will come to the venue when the concert starts if you don’t mind. I wanna take a nap before, so I’ll be awake enough to watch you“

„No no no. I’d really like you to watch me perform but there’s no way you’re gonna stand backstage for the whole concert. You’re gonna stay here and rest.“

You lifted your head up, looking at your boyfriend’s face. „What? No!“, you exclaimed. How could he think that you wanted to miss his concert?

„Baby! You’re ill, you have a fever, the chills and you’re way too exhausted to stand up on your own feet for more than 5 minutes. Be rational here, you know I love it when you watch me from the sides, but I’d love it more when you’re healthy again. I couldn’t even concentrate on playing if I knew you would be standing there, ill. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.“

Knowing that Josh was right, you grunted. You promised yourself as you started the tour with him, that you wouldn’t miss even one concert. Looks like you’d have to now.

„Okay… But what am I supposed to do the whole time?“

„Sleep, and maybe watch some movies, but just rest okay? And drink much. As soon as the concert’s over, I’m gonna come to you so we can cuddle again, how does that sound?“

You nodded, agreeing to his offer. Josh softly kissed your forehead, before he started to get out of the bunk. Immediately you noticed the loss of his body temperature against you, making you shiver again. He noticed it too, because, after searching for some moments, he gave you one of his big sweaters, helping you to get it on. You thanked him, engulfing his scent that lingered on the jumper.

„No problem, Love. I need to make sure that you’re warm enough, right?“ He chuckled, which you lightly returned. „Now go back to sleep, I love you.“ Josh kissed your forehead again, you returned the ‚I love you‘ before you fell asleep again, probably because of the comfiness of Josh’s sweater.


The ringing of your phone woke you up again. You didn’t know for how long you’ve slept, but the whole tour bus was empty, signaling that it was already time for the concert.
You noticed an incoming FaceTime call from Jenna, which you quickly accepted. To your surprise, she didn’t appear on your phone screen, but your boyfriend did. He already wore his concert outfit, consisting of the white button down and the red jacket. The ski mask was already on his head as well, pushed up so you were able to see his face with the already painted red smudge around his eyes.

„I’m sorry if I woke you up, but I wanted to talk to you quickly before I have to go up.“

„It’s no problem. I’m glad that I get to wish you the best of luck, but I do have one question: Why are you on Jenna’s phone?“ You asked confused.

„Ohhh right. Well, I felt bad that I didn’t let you watch the show, so I asked her if she would stream it for you, trough the FaceTime call, so you don’t miss out.“ Josh grinned, obviously proud of his idea.

„Thank you, you’re absolutely the best! And now, don’t let the fans wait any longer, I love you and you’ll do great, I promise you that.“ You blew him a kiss after he thanked you and returned the ‚I love you‘. The camera moved around, signaling that Josh probably gave Jenna her phone back.

You knew you were right, as soon as you saw her face. „Jenna, thank you for doing this.“ You laughed lightly.

The blonde grinned at you, telling you that it wouldn’t have been right watching the guys perform without you by her side. So that’s exactly what you do, even if meant you staying in your bunk watching everything over the screen of your phone. But nevertheless was it great. Though, you couldn’t help but to slightly feel jealous that you couldn’t be right there, seeing everything through your own eyes. Dang you for getting sick.

As soon as the concert was over, Jenna told you from Josh that he will take a quick shower before he comes back to you so he can keep his promise. You waited, longing for the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms around you, warming you instead of his sweater and the numerous blankets you were tucked in.


„Hey, Babe! I’m baaaack“, Josh dragged the last word out, probably due to the leftover energy from performing in front of a big crowd.

„Maybe I should let you run a few laps, so you can calm a little bit down before you can cuddle with me“ You chuckled, he knew that you were joking, that’s why he didn’t hesitate to climb in the bunk, right next to you. Josh checked your temperature again, pressing his palm against your forehead. He nodded smiling, meaning that your fever probably went down again.

„I love you, so much. And I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass to you today, for not letting you see the concert and everything. I just didn’t want you to get worse because of me, you are way to important for me.“ He pressed a single kiss against your temple, mumbling softly.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, pressing your whole body against his. „I love you too, and it’s alright, you were right the whole time.“

It was just then, that you noticed how tired you exactly were. You hadn’t noticed before, but watching the whole concert was exhausting. You noticed Josh keep on pressing little kisses against your head, his hands stroking your side. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again, only hearing the steady beating of your boyfriend’s heart and his breathing.

Saying Goodbye

Originally posted by jaredpadaleckis

Pairing: Jensen x Daneel, JJ x sister!Reader, Hayley (OC)
Word count: 1,336

Part 10 of Letters From the Dead


You slept all through the night, which surprised even you. As you slowly sat up, you groaned. Your head ached, you were still in your bathing suit, and Hayley was leaving that day. “Ow.” You muttered, stretching your sore muscles. From the way it felt, you didn’t move much last night. Thankfully, someone left you your painkillers and a bottle of water. The package said to take two, but you opted for just one. If you needed one in a bit, you’d take the second.

Getting up, you pulled off your bikini and saw the clock from the corner of your eye. 4:38. Great, you were up before dawn. Your bathing suit was tossed into the hamper before you went to your dresser for underwear and a shirt.

As slowly as you could, you pulled the shirt over your head, making note to not wear your hair up for awhile. You didn’t want to risk waking anyone, so you grabbed your laptop and turned it on. As it booted everything up, your phone lit up on your night stand. Grabbing it, you raised an eyebrow when you saw Miles’ nickname.

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You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ to say ‘I love you’
MP100 Valentines Week

 


Day 8; Confessions or first kiss

pairing: terumob

Story tag

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Teruki’s bag is waiting for him outside his front door when he gets home, a small bundle of fresh wildflowers nestled carefully on top – and as he comes closer, he can feel the powerful impression of Shigeo’s affection as clearly as if Shigeo is standing right next to him, wrapping the sentiment around his shoulders like a borrowed coat.

“Oh,” he whispers for absolutely no one to hear, handling the flowers as carefully as spun glass; breathless with a feeling too heavy for him to hold on his own, and too precious for him to put down. “He’s always two steps ahead of me.”

It’s more of a comfort than anything else, and Teruki crouches right there in the outer hall even though his muscles ache and even his eyes are sore, digging his phone out of his bag to send Shigeo a text that says Thank you. 

And then, before he can rethink it, because Shigeo deserves better than a second-rate coward, Teruki sends another text right after the first that says Can I see you tomorrow?

The flowers go in a glass of water by the window, his dirty clothes in the hamper – and Teruki should shower, at the very least wash his face or do something with his hair, but he’s too tired to do more than climb into a pair of pajamas and fall into bed. His body is exhausted and his head hurts. There’s an unnatural heat curling under his skin that probably should worry him, and a jittery feeling keeping him on the wrong side of consciousness, keeping his fingers curled around his phone.

It’s almost ten o’clock on a school night, but the reply he’s waiting for comes after a few minutes: 

Yes.

Teruki rolls over, pinning the phone to his chest in the cradle of his hands, and laughs breathlessly. He’ll make things right – he will. He can’t make a whole field of flowers bloom for Shigeo, but he can make a gesture of his own, one just as beautiful, he knows he can. It’ll be the most romantic thing in the world, because anything less than that wouldn’t be enough to convey even a fraction of these impossible feelings.

He falls asleep riding the backs of bright and brilliant ideas, and sleeps straight through his alarm in the morning.

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Bedtime Stories With Alexander

Hello! This is a lams oneshot I had an idea for, I hope you enjoy! (I know it’s not very good…. sorry)

Summary: Alexander finds that the easiest way to get his 10 year old son to go to bed is to tell him stories about a certain friend he once knew.

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|| true beauty ||

[[request prompt(s): Can I request a Drabble? I’d love if you wrote one for Peter in which he helps the reader through her insecurities because she doesn’t think she’s pretty due to scars from something like acne or something like that. + hey!!! congrats on 1000 followers! I was wondering if you can do a drabble with Peter Parker? like the reader has acne marks and sometimes she gets self-conscious about it, and when peter notices this, he just starts kissing her all over her face or some fluff like that??]]

I really wanted to do this prompt(s) and finally had the time to write it ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

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like real people do (daddy issues ch. 7)

Originally posted by -voddeke-

Originally posted by michael-sofar

isaac has a nightmare about his dad. when shaking him and yelling his name doesn’t work, naomi comes up with a very creative way to wake him up. 

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oceans apart.

pairing: taeyong x reader
genre: fluff, long distance relationship
word count: 1.410
about: your love travelled across oceans and flew amidst the clouds – a million miles away; but never once touching – for you were yet to meet.

“when two hearts are meant for each other, no distance is too far, no time is too long, and no other love can break them apart.”

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Rebound Girl, Pt. 5

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You think that Danneel’s news mean the end of your relationship with Jensen. Does he feel the same way?

Warnings: slightly Anti Danneel as always actually, idk, maybe mild angst? implied smut

A/N: part 5 to my series for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follower challenge

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Originally posted by holy-spn

Reader’s POV

Your heart felt like a lump in your chest. Every beat of your heart hurt and it felt like a knot was tightening around your lungs. Breathing got hard, the blood rushed in your ears and you didn’t know what to do. It just hurt. Tears sprang to your eyes and you got up. You noticed that Danneel had started talking again but you weren’t able to grasp one bit of it. This was just too much for you to take, too much for your brain to handle.

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