i suppose i could call her

4

I wasn’t very nice in this. After being called rude and whatnot my patience went.

I suppose my Teeshirt post which is here: http://mamajebbun.tumblr.com/post/157777204204/dream-and-nightmares-t-shirt could of took the wrong way. I’m just being honest.

I was just suggesting different ideas and I would of like to see a Spanish version. I love Spainish. Its a lovely language. However I never got a chance to say it.

This is the second time she went off on one. I just can’t support her anymore. I think its horrible how she treats people. I wouldn’t have even bothered showing this if it wasn’t for the fact I was in my own way helping her.

Another girl who loves girls dies on my TV screen and people call it poignant. People call it “actually necessary.” People look at her crumpled brown body and call it a brave, artistic choice.

I call it a bag over my head. I call it dry-heaving into a throw pillow.

Girl-who-loves-girls doesn’t get to be called by her name in this poem because she wouldn’t be called by her name on the news. Girl-who-loves-girls is just a trope anyway, just a social justice lesson. Girl-who-loves-girls is just a body, just a prop left on the floor until convenient. Supposed to make you feel some kinda way to see her lying there, all that could-have-been slipping out of the room like air from lungs, or bullets from a gun.

I’m angry but this poem is not to say that I am angry. This poem, like all poems, is a safe space. This poem is not the only place I can kiss my partner without worrying who’s watching, but sometimes it feels like it is. Sometimes kissing her feels like a precursor to violence. 

If we don’t get to be happy, even in fiction, then whose blood shows up for shock value next season? Hers or mine?
—  Trista Mateer

A Scarecrow For God

by reddit user survivalprocedure

“Can I take your picture?” Larissa sat a few feet away from me on the grey velvet sofa as I aimed my iPhone towards her. I stared at the screen intently for a moment before shifting my focus, looking over the brim of the phone at her defeated, hopeless state portrayed by bloodshot eyes.

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The Only Exception (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,844

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen, draaaamaaaa, did i mention angst? this is getting ridiculous.

A/N: Cliffhangers are mostly unintentional. I got so many ACK HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME messages that I wanted to post the next part. Warning: it’s mostly just to move the plot along.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 -

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

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Double date

Kara: Where is Lena?

Alex: Maybe she’s running late.

Maggie: Give her a chance its been two minutes.

Kara: Somethings not right. I can feel it. I’m gonna fly by her office and see if she’s okay.

Maggie: Or you could call her like a normal person.

Alex: Kara. Normal? Really?

Kara: What’s that suppose to mean?

Alex & Maggie: Well you can fly.

Lena: Sorry I’m late. It would be so much easier if I could fly everywhere like Supergirl.

Kara: Flying isn’t that easy……. or so I’ve heard from Supergirl.

Voice-Over (Miniminter x Reader)

Request: Hi! Can you do a Simon imagine where y/n is a beauty youtuber or something like that and he does her voiceover for a video please!

A/N: I don’t really watch makeup videos so I’m sorry it took so long and if it’s not super accurate

Originally posted by ultsdmn


(Y/n) spun lazily in her chair as she scrolled through her contacts looking for one of her YouTuber guy friends that would be up at this hour. She was supposed to have this video out yesterday but there was a problem with the audio when she tried to record with her microphone.

“Hey, Simon?” (Y/n) asked, putting the phone up to her ear.

“Hey, (y/n). What’s up? And why are you up? It’s 4 in the morning.”

“Could ask the same to you, but I was wondering if you could help me with a video really quick.”

“How can I help? I know nothing about makeup.”

“That’s kinda the point.” (Y/n) said laughing. She could hear Simon sighing and rubbing his face. “You don’t have to put makeup on anyone. Don’t worry.”

“Thank God.”

“I’m able to come over right?”

“Always.”

~

(Y/n) pulled her phone out of her pocket as she pulled into Simon’s driveway. She parked behind Vik’s car and texted Simon that she was there. (Y/n) shut the car door and made her way up the front walk. If she was quiet enough and really listened for it, she could hear some of Simon’s friends recording and yelling over games and pack openings. She cradled her laptop in her arms as the door opened, engulfing her in warmth. She forgot how nervous she got around Simon in person…

“Hey.” Simon said stepping aside and gesturing his arm for her to come inside. “What can I help you with?”

“Okay so my microphone isn’t working and I need to do a voiceover for a video I was supposed to have out yesterday. But-”
“Why didn’t you call me sooner?”

“I thought you’d be busy!”

“Busy doing what? I can make time for you.”

“Stop it! I want you to do the voiceover though. That’s the thing.” (Y/n) said trying to change the subject quickly. Her hands were shaking.

“Oh God. I said I don’t know anything about makeup!” Simon said slouching slightly as he began walking towards the stairs.

“I know! But it’s kind of a thing on YouTube right now for beauty vloggers to have their boyfr - guy friends - do voice overs for their videos.” (Y/n) said catching herself suddenly as she followed Simon to his room. He laughed slightly.

“You were going to say boyfriend.”

“I mean that’s what it usually is. I just don’t- yeah. You know what? Let’s just drop it.” (Y/n) said feeling sudden dejection.

“Sorry,” Simon said sitting down in his chair, reaching out his hand for (y/n)’s laptop. “So I just need to get this straight before I do it. You want me to watch the video and narrate what I think is going on even if I have no real idea?”

“Exactly.”

“Great casting choice. Let me tell you.” Simon said before taking a drink of water and pressing record. (Y/n) sat down on the edge of Simon’s bed, trying not to laugh at the mocking voice he was using.

~

Simon pressed the stop button and turned around with a bewildered face. “You look like you just fought in a war.” (Y/n) said laughing.

“I did! How do you do that? It looks so complicated!”

“It’s really not. It just takes practice.”

“What do you want me to do with the audio file?” Simon said breathlessly.

“Can you just email it to me? I gotta edit it and schedule it and that stuff.”
“I gottcha.” Simon said typing on his computer before (y/n) stood up to take her laptop and leave, “Y-you know you can stay. If-if you want.”

“What?”

“You can stay here.”

“Like for the night or until I finish editing?” (Y/n) asked hesitantly.

“Either.”

“Are you sure?”

~

(Y/n) was still editing and running through the video even after Simon had gotten into bed. He watched from beside her as she clicked around the screen making sure the audio was synced up before she exported the video, set the thumbnail, and gave the title and description.
She was in the midst of typing ‘Day to Night Look | Miniminter Does My Voiceover’ when Simon interrupted her.

“Wait. Change that.”

“Change what?”

“Instead of miniminter.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. It’s just that if you want to change it to boyfriend, I wouldn’t complain.”

Mr. and Mrs. Kim (M)

Words: 2229

Warning: Smut, cursing, teasing.

Reader X Taehyung 

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Originally posted by changkyuh

Arranged marriage. That was the most awkward, annoying and trashy thing that could’ve happened in your life. Marry with a guy who doesn’t love you? With a guy who doesn’t care about you? Shit. Of course, you couldn’t deny your own cultural traditions, but it didn’t mean you were happy about that.

 Kim Taehyung was your husband for 6 months now. Yeah he was completely gorgeous, hot and stuff but he couldn’t be less worried about you. And that sucked. You just wanted attention. Was that ask too much to have a little of caressing from your husband? It was pretty clear he didn’t love you.

 The sex was completely robotic. No emotions, no feelings, no cuddling after. Actually you had never come.

Nice marriage.


  “We are gonna be late, Y/N!” Taehyung screamed at you. You were finishing your make up. You both were going to a party, and you were fucking excited. You would finally have some fun. You wore a black, lacy dress that did draw your curves. You smiled to yourself when you caught Taehyung’s eyes wide when he saw you.

  Once there, you and Taehyung get away from each other, going to talk to your own friends. It was common. You never spend time together at parties.

  “Oh my god, Y/N, you look amazing!” your friend greeted you. Finally.

  “Thank you! So do yours” you hugged her. You loved her.

A couple drinks after; you started talking about your marriage.

 "It sucks. I’m not happy. I’m not fucking happy" you said, “I want a man. I want a man to show me I’m his; I want a man to fucking claim. But Taehyung?” you laughed, “Taehyung does not give a fuck”. Yeah, the alcohol had already gotten you.

  “Well, you can always find some fun, Y/N…” she whispered.

 "W-what do ya mean?“ you gasped, the drink burning your throat.

 "Well, if what you’ve told me is true, then he doesn’t love you, Y/N. Or at least he doesn’t care enough to show you he does. I’m sorry, but it’s what it’s. However, you can always…you know… Find some fun. Look around. There are a lot of men here. Beautiful, hot men” she said.

 What? She meant… cheating? No! No way. You were not this kind of girl. You would never cheat your husband, no matter how shity he was. However, she was right. There were a lot of men there. Attractive men.

 "I don’t think so. I’m not cheating my husband, Y/F/N" you said.

 "Ok ok. No cheating. But you can flirt. Flirt is just a… a healthy conversation, you know".

 Yeah, she was… kinda right. You could just flirt around, for fun. Not to fuck. You looked around, searching for someone who you could be interested in. A few seconds later your gaze caught someone else’s. You looked away quickly, and occasionally looked back, and he was still staring at you.

  Wow. He was really, really beautiful. His suit was fitting him so perfectly. You could see his muscles. His gray hair pulled back… fuck.

  “Go talk to him” your friend’s voice pulled you from your reverie, noticing you found someone.

“What? No” you said harshly.

 She rolled her eyes at you, “for god sakes dude have some fun”

  “No. Oh god, what am I supposed to do if he comes to talk to me?” You said suddenly worried.

 "I dunno, but you better think quickly, because he is coming. I need to go to the bathroom" she said and turned around to leave.

 "No, fuck, wait" you tried to pull her back but it was too late.

  Fuck fuck fuck. How could she. For god sakes, your husband was there!

 What If-

 "Hey lady" a soft voice called you from behind, and then you felt a body beside yours. No. You looked at the beautiful guy beside you. Fuck he was prettier when he was close.

  “H-hey” you answered hesitantly.

  “I’m Park Jimin. I’m the host of this party. And you are…?” he asked as he gave you his hand, his gaze locked with yours.

 You greeted him back, smiling shyly.

 "I’m Y/N. I, hum… I’m an invited’s invited. I don’t think we know each other" you said. He smiled at you.

 "Of course we don’t. I would remember you if we did"

 Shit. Your cheeks got red as his words left his soft, pink lips.

“Well, can I offer you a special drink?” he asked politely.

You looked around, looking for Taehyung. He was far away from being paying attention in you.

 What bad could a drink do?

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Not The Romantic Type

Prompt: After being labeled as a ‘non-romantic’ by the reader, Digger Harkness tries to prove the reader wrong by planning a cliche Valentines Day date.

Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, sexual suggestion, but mostly fluff galore!

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

Digger Harkness was certainly a man of many talents and you were lucky to be able to call him yours. In one afternoon he could build you a wooden table and four sturdy chairs. He could drink an entire 12 pack of beer and still speak impressively coherently. He made the best damn grilled cheese in the world and never failed to make you laugh until tears were streaming down your face.

He was everything you could ask for and more! The only quality you could say he lacked was a romantic side… Which wasn’t a bad thing? He was sweet when he wanted to be and definitely an affectionate son of a bitch. But, as Valentines day was begin to creep up on you and all the heart shaped boxes of chocolates were on sale at the store you couldn’t help but to feel, well… Like you were missing out on something?

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On your birthday, I don’t call.
I know I said I would.
Add that on to the list of promises I’ve made that I did not keep.
I couldn’t.
Because you’ve fallen in love with a girl who’s dedicated more of her existence to you than I ever could and because I’m in the process of falling in love with someone who deserves it.
and neither one of us needs that kind of reminder anymore.
life is happening like it’s supposed to.
and we’re not in the business of digging up the past just to prove that we have survived. that is something worth celebrating.
happy 21st.

anonymous asked:

An angsty 707 x MC ficlet with a fluffy end? Thank you! Hope it's not too much. Love your blog!🌸

Of course it’s not too much! Hope you like this one:) 


MC shut off the TV to answer her phone vibrating against the kitchen counter. When she saw the name flashing on the screen, she braced herself. “Hello?”

“Hello? MC?” The familiar voice came through the speaker.

“Did you need something, Saeyoung?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.

She heard him chuckle softly. “To be honest, my brother is driving me crazy at the moment. I feel like getting outside the house. Want to do something today?”

She suppressed the resurfacing guilt in her chest. “Um, maybe not today. I’m going out with Jaehee” she replied. He was silent on the other end, but she could feel the tension between them. “Hello?”

“That’s fine. Oh–Saeran is calling me now. Call me later, okay?” He hung up without another word. She was pretty sure she didn’t hear Saeran’s voice in the background, but she shrugged and put the phone down.

MC didn’t even notice the time that passed as she once again threw herself into answering emails for the next RFA party and finding more potential guests. So, when Saeyoung’s contact once again appeared on her phone, she was slightly confused. “Hey, didn’t you just call?” she asked.

“MC, that was hours ago. You probably forgot, because you were with Jaehee, right?”

She had almost forgotten the excuse she made. “Oh, was it? Yeah, I’m actually with her right now, so I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

There was a short pause before she heard him scoff. “Funny you say that. I bumped into her two seconds ago at the grocery store. She didn’t mention you or your outing.”

MC shut her eyes and exhaled shakily. She opened her mouth to say something, but she had nothing that would defend her. “Um…”

“Are you avoiding me?”

She sighed and hoped he didn’t hear her shaky breath. “Saeyoung, why would I be avoiding you?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!” he burst. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks.”

“We were both really busy these two weeks. Get some rest, Saeyoung, I’ll see you on the weekend.You seem to need more time with your family.”

“What’s that supposed to–”

She ended the call before she could finish. She tossed her phone on the other end of the couch and curled her knees into her chest. She hated doing this to him…but Saeran was right. How did she possibly expect them to rebuild their relationship if she was getting in the way? She half expected her phone to continually vibrate, but it didn’t. She breathed in relief when it didn’t look like he would call back. She didn’t want to cause more problems than she had already.

Later that night, MC heard someone knocking on her door. A familiar voice was shouting her name from the other side. Saeyoung?

 Her fingers hesitated on the door knob. Maybe he would assume she was asleep and just go home.

“MC, I know you’re awake,” his muffled voice carried through the door. “You never go to bed before two in the morning.”

MC slowly opened the door, only allowing her eyes to be shown. “Shut up, I’m asleep.”

He let out a strangled laugh before becoming solemn again. “This isn’t the time to joke around!” he said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed. “Can we talk?”

She nodded before opening the door. “Yeah, come in.”

He hesitated a few moments longer before entering. He shut the door behind him and exhaled sharply. “Okay, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he said. “And don’t give excuses. I want the truth, MC. We promised no secrets.”

“Nothing is wrong,” She paused. “I just wonder if you need some space. That’s all.”

He stared at her, his lips parted. He raked his hand through his red hair. “If I needed space, I would’ve told you! Where did you even get that idea? I didn’t push you away. I invited you over a lot–”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not tired all the time! You have enough thing to worry about. Having me will just be another problem, Saeyoung.” MC tried to steady her voice. She could almost feel a lump in her throat.

“What?” he breathed. “Problem? MC, I have never considered you a problem. Besides that, what exactly am I tired from? I don’t work half as much anymore.”

The room was silent for a moment. The words she was holding in for a long time finally escaped her mouth. “It’s Saeran.”

She watched as Saeyoung’s usual vibrancy drained from his face. This is what she dreaded. She cleared her throat and went on when he didn’t respond. “He mentioned that you’d been tired lately…and dealing with him was probably enough. Having to constantly entertain me on top of it…he said maybe I should take it into consideration.”

To her surprise, Saeyoung chuckled. “Is this why he’s been asking if you were coming over every day? The guy’s drowning in his guilt.” Saeyoung grabbed MC’s hand and yanked her into his embrace.

She was too stunned to return it. “What do you mean?” she mumbled into his shoulder. “Your brother usually avoids me. I don’t understand.”

“He was probably having a bad day. Next time just tell me if he says that. He usually doesn’t mean it in that way.” His voice was muffled in her hair. “Come to me first, mkay?”

She nodded. The weight she’d been carrying on her shoulders for the past two weeks dissipated with him so close. Finally, she snaked her arms around his torso. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m always worried that I’m always hindering you somehow. I guess it just got to me.”

He clicked his tongue and pulled back to look at her. “Where do you get these silly ideas in your head?” he said, gently rapping his knuckles against her forehead. “You and Saeran are all I have. If anything, you’re the one who pushes me forward, got it?”

Again, she nodded, releasing the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “So–er–are you free tomorrow?”

He tapped his chin. “The question is if you’re free. Two weeks of lost time, that’s at least fourteen hours we need to make up. So, I’ll pick you up at eight in the morning.”

She frowned. “Wait, what? But where are we going?”

He opened the door behind him. “Secret. But I can tell you it involves cake.”

With one last wink, he left her alone in the apartment, feeling lighter than she had all week. It wasn’t long after that her phone vibrated with an apologetic text from Saeran.

MC sighed and shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. Sometimes, Saeyoung could be a handful with his crazy shenanigans or his rare overly-serious behavior. But if there was one thing he knew how to do was fix things. Especially when it came to the people he cared for most. 


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° ✧ WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT PROMPTS.

triggers apply, mentions of death, murder, threats, sexuality and sexual/nsfw mentions. feel free to add/change pronouns.

❛ Anybody know you’re here? ❜
❛ Well, you see, I didn’t know where your office was. ❜
❛ In other words, the whole town knows you’re here! Get out! ❜
❛ You don’t know how hard it is being a woman looking the way I do. ❜
❛ You don’t know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do. ❜
❛ I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way. ❜
❛ Don’t you realize you’re making a big mistake? ❜
❛ I didn’t kill anybody. I swear! ❜
❛ The whole thing’s a set up. A scam, a frame job. ❜
❛ My whole purpose in life is to make… people… laugh! ❜
❛ I’m out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing? ❜
❛ Toons are supposed to make people laugh. ❜
❛ You don’t understand. Those people needed to laugh. ❜
❛ Then when they’re done laughing, they’ll call the cops. ❜
❛ A laugh can be a very powerful thing. ❜
❛ Why? Because you made him/her laugh? ❜
❛ Okay, nobody move! ❜
❛ You heard me, I said drop it! ❜
❛ I have to satisfy my sense of moral outrage. ❜
❛ I’d love to embrace you. ❜
❛ Put that gun down, you buck-toothed fool! ❜
❛ Give me another excuse to pump you full of lead. ❜
❛ So you thought you could get away with it, didn’t you? ❜
❛ Why, the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a ton of bricks. ❜
❛ We toons may act idiotic, but we’re not stupid. ❜
❛ You mean you could’ve taken your hand out of that cuff at any time? ❜
❛ No, not at any time, only when it was funny. ❜
❛ I would have been here right after you called, but I had to shake the weasels. ❜
❛ I want you to know I love you. ❜
❛ Is he/she always this funny, or only on days when he’s/she’s wanted for murder? ❜
❛ Can you guess what this is? ❜
❛ Freeway? What the hell’s a freeway? ❜
❛ Traffic jams will be a thing of the past. ❜
❛ Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? ❜
❛ Is this man removing evidence from the scene of the crime? ❜
❛ I see working for a toon has rubbed off on you. ❜
❛ What do I look like? A stenographer? ❜
❛ I’d say it was the booze talking. ❜
❛ Got a thing for rabbits, huh? ❜
❛ Search the place, boys, and leave no stone interned. ❜
❛ You think that’s funny? ❜
❛ No hard feelings, I hope. ❜
❛ You won’t think it’s funny when I stick that pen up your nose! ❜
❛ Look, the stain is gone. It’s disappearing ink. ❜
❛ The hand buzzer. Still our biggest seller. ❜
❛ So what happened, huh? ❜
❛ You can drop anything you want on his head, he’ll shake it off. ❜
❛ One too many refrigerators dropped on his head? ❜
❛ Don’t you appreciate the magnitude of that? ❜
❛ I’m surprised you’re not more cooperative. ❜
❛ Remember how they always thought there wasn’t a way to kill a toon? ❜
❛ That’s one dead shoe, eh, boss? ❜
❛ I would think you of all people would appreciate that. ❜
❛ I don’t know how many times we have to do this damn scene! ❜
❛ If you really needed money so bad, then why didn’t you come to me? ❜
❛ I’ve already got a stiff on my hands, thank you. ❜
❛ So I took a couple of dirty pictures, kill me. ❜
❛ Nose? That don’t rhyme with “walls.” ❜
❛ Seriously, what do you see in that guy/girl? ❜
❛ You need a heart, before you can have an attack. ❜
❛ Are you trying to give me a heart attack? ❜
❛ I can tell you now it ain’t gonna come cheap. ❜
❛ Question is, do you have the way? ❜
❛ Jumpin’ without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain’t it? ❜
❛ I don’t think you want it. ❜
❛ What the hell happened in here? ❜
❛ I’ve never seen a mess like this! ❜
❛ What do you call the middle of a song? ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing, chump? ❜
❛ Don’t let me catch your peepin’ face around here again. Got it? ❜
❛ Stop that laughing. ❜
❛ You know what happens when you can’t stop laughing? ❜
❛ One of these days, you’re gonna die laughing. ❜
❛ We just want the rabbit. ❜
❛ What are we gonna do? ❜
❛ The best part is, they work for peanuts. ❜
❛ Work’s been kinda slow since cartoons went to color. ❜
❛ Long time, no see! ❜
❛ What are you doing here? ❜
❛ Remember you never saw me. ❜
❛ Boy, what is this, some kind of secret room? ❜
❛ That’s it. I’m calling the cops. ❜
❛ I come here for help and what do you do? ❜
❛ So long, and thanks for nothing. ❜
❛ Probably looking for a good place to stick a knife! ❜
❛ A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it’s the only weapon we have. ❜
Almond Joy (Suprise Dogsitting)

Summary: You take care of Bucky’s dog and find out who he really is

Word count:1851

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Clearly I’m not the best at choosing titles, but I hope that doesn’t deter anyone from reading this! Hope you enjoy :) Oh and there will be multiple parts!

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It had only been a few days into the spring. Spring excited you because it meant a new beginning of life, which comes along with new goals and new experiences. You checked your list of goals for the year. At the top was the typical “get in shape”. 

Since most people’s resolutions were too broad, they usually did not last. So, you listed that you would go for a jog for at least half an hour every morning and substitute unhealthy food for healthier ones, such as eating wheat bread instead of white bread or granola bars instead of chips. This was supposed to start at the beginning of the year, but you had forgotten to and ended up putting it off towards spring time.

You were on spring break, so you did not have to worry about school interfering with your schedule. With the free time that you had, you got up whenever you woke up to exercise. Had it been the school year, you would have jogged 6 am every morning since you had a class that started at 8. You jogged into the city and returned to your apartment afterwards to continue with the rest of your day. It became a routine that you were fond of. Exercise may not be your strongest suit, but the feeling of satisfaction afterwards was well worth it.

You grabbed your running shoes by the door and headed outside. A few steps down your driveway you realized you had not grabbed a water bottle nor locked the door. You returned inside and took a water bottle from the fridge and locked your front door. It was cold outside. Although you hated the cold, the weather was in your favor; it’s a lot better than running when it’s hot out.

The cold air at first brought goosebumps but then your skin started to release sweat a few minutes into your jogging. Music was blasting through your ears and you imagined yourself in a music video, and the scenery around you played a role in it.

Once you reached the end of the sidewalk, you clicked the pedestrian crossing button. The breeze hit against you as you waited for the red hand to change into a walking person sign. You took a swig of your water and gulped it down.

When the light changed, you continued jog. The hardest part about exercising was getting yourself to begin. Once you began, you pushed yourself until you got tired. The nature got nicer as you kept jogging. Your thoughts were clouded with what you’ll be doing for the rest of the day. After you jog and shower, you had nothing planned for the rest of the day. The idea of messaging a friend popped in your head so you mentally noted to do so when you got back home.

You glanced down at your timer. It had been seventeen minutes out of the thirty. Time flew by. Transitioning from a slow jog to a fast walk, you tried to keep your breathing even. It was time for you to head back towards home. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a large brown dog. It was sniffing the ground. The dog had a dog tag on it, so you figured it had escaped from someone’s house.

The music was still playing in your headphones so you paused it. You called it over and it looked at you, but it continued to sniff the sidewalk. Noticing that you were cutting time into your walk, you went back to your exercise.

The path became bumpier as you moved and you slowed down so you wouldn’t fall. Over your headphones, the sound of barking intensified. You gasped and stopped in your tracks. With a swift turn, you faced the dog you saw earlier.

“Oh my gosh doggy, you nearly scared me,” you looked around to see if the dog was truly alone, and it was. There were no homes around for you to take the dog to “Want to come home with me?”

It just stood there, wagging its tail. In order to see if the dog planned on following you, you took a few slow steps. It followed you.

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So the grace period is over (AND I STILL LOVE YOU)
so i’m not supposed to miss you (BUT I STILL DO)
so I deleted your number but accidentally memorized it (I COULD TEXT IT TO YOU NOW)
so I shouldn’t have glared at you like that (I JUST WANT YOU TO LEAVE HER)
so there’s no bile in my throat when I see her (BUT THERE IS WHEN I SEE YOU)
so i don’t want to call (EXCEPT I REALLY WANT TO CALL)
so I won’t call (I CAN’T TALK TO YOU AGAIN. EVER)
i know I said no ultimatums (BUT IT NEVER STOPPED HURTING)
—  can you believe that??- lily rain
Little Hale

Fandom: Teen Wolf  

Pairing: Peter Hale x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 988

A/N: I’m in my Peters feels currently, soo this is what happened. Let me know if you like it, and want a Part 2 (Telling the Pack about them, or going into Labor)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Part 2 //


“So you’re pregnant,” Lydia said slowly, as I continued to pace in my room, “and it’s Peter Hales child.”


“Yes,” I replied, nervously biting my nails.


“I didn’t even realized you guys were together,” She confessed, sinking into my bed.

“That’s the thing, we aren’t. I mean, I don’t think we are anyways,” I finally stopped pacing, and sat down next to Lydia, who grabbed my hand and squeezed it, “It wasn’t suppose to be like this.”


“What do you mean, Y/N?” Lydia asked, confused.


“It was only suppose to be training, Lyds,” I whispered.


“You fell for him.” She stated simply.


“I did,” I whimpered as she gripped my hand tighter, “and I have no idea how he feels. Somedays it feels like he could have the same feelings, but then the other days, I just feel like a booty call.”


“Doll,” She cooed, pulling me into a hug.


“I have no idea what I’m going to do,” I told the strawberry blonde honestly as our phones went off.


“We will figure it out,” Lydia tried to soothed me, but it really didn’t help. She checked her phone, as I did to mine. I had a text from Scott.


Emergency pack meeting @ Dereks’ loft in 20


“Scott text you too?” I asked my best friend, as we put our phones away.


“Yup,” She stood up from my bed, pulling me with her, “Let’s head out.”


Before leaving my house, I grabbed my jean jacket, and threw it on over my black tank top. We quickly left toward Lydias’ car, and took off as soon as we were buckled in.


“Are you planning on telling Peter?” Lydia questioned.


“I don’t know,” I replied, “I really have no idea how he’s going to react. I mean, I don’t even know what we are.”


“He acts different around you,” She admitted, earning a confused look from me, “He’s really protective over you, and constantly flirting with you, and he always gives any guy a death look when they flirt with you.”


“What if he doesn’t want a family with me?” I asked her worried, biting my lip.


“Then he’s crazy,” Lydia said strongly, as we pulled up to the loft. Walking inside, we noticed everyone was already there, including Peter. I decided that I would ignore him for now, until I can decide on what will happen.


I took my seat in between Lydia, and Malia, and the meeting started right then.


* 45 Minutes Later *


As the meeting went on, I started to feel more even more nauseous than before. I began breathing heavily as I tried to calm myself, and get rid of the nausea but nothing was working. I saw Lydia send me a look of concern, right before I ducked my head in between my legs.


“Are you okay, Y/N?” asked a very concerned Scott, but I just shook my head, still breathing deeply.


“Move!” Lydia ordered, and I looked up to see her placing a bucket in front of me. I didn’t even feel her get up, but that didn’t matter because the minute the bucket was in front of me, Lydia grabbed my hair and I started puking.


“I’m sorry,” I muttered, wiping my mouth and sitting up as Lydia disappeared with the bucket. The whole pack was looking at me in worry, considering us werewolves don’t get sick.


“Don’t be sorry,” Scott shook his head, “We should take you to Deaton.”


“No!” I said frantically, earning looks from the pack, “I mean, I’m sure I probably just ate something bad. I should probably just go home and rest.”


“Mm-hmm,” Derek nodded his head, obviously unconvinced, “Peter will take Y/N home. If you aren’t better in the morning, you’re going to Deatons’, okay?”


“Yes, sir,” I mock-saluted the man I consider a close friend. He just chuckled at me, as I grabbed Peters’ awaiting arm, and we headed out to his car. Peter opened the passenger door for me, and I climbed in the car, and buckled in.


My fingers were laced with Peters, as he drove me home silently. I bit my lip as we finally pulled up to my house, and Peter finally let go of my hand to get out. He opened my door, helped me out, and walked me to my front door.

“Peter,” I hesitated, “Can we talk?”


At the nodd of his head, I grabbed his hand and led him inside toward the couch, where we sat.


“Are you okay?” He asked, “You’re heart is beating out of control.”


“I - I don’t know how to tell you this,” I mumbled, making Peter confused even more, “Please just listen carefully.”


As we sat in silence for a couple minutes, Peters’ eyes suddenly widened, and I knew he heard the second heartbeat.


“Wh - why do I hear two heartbeats? Are you pregnant?” He asked, although it sounded like he already knew the answer to his question.


“Yes, I just found out this morning with Lydia,” I mumbled, looking down and messing with my fingers. I felt Peter get off the couch, and I had the urge to cry, thinking he was going to leave. Instead, he forced apart of legs, and knelt in between them, placing his hands on my flat stomach, which would change very soon.


“There’s a Little Hale in there?” Peter motioned to my stomach, as I looked up to see him holding a smile on his gorgeous face.


“Yes there is,” I let out a breathe as he kissed my stomach, before moving up and kissing me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him as he buried himself into my chest, kissing his forehead.


“We’re having a family,” Peter mumbled into my chest, kissing my stomach once again, and I smiled. 

We’re having a family.

I Love Hating You (Damian X Reader)

Requested: Yes
Summary: Another heated argument with Damian leads to an admission of feelings.
Word Count: 861

Damian slammed the door of the Batmobile angrily. You couldn’t help but clench your jaw as you resisted the urge to lash out at him again. He was being a complete ass. You ripped your mask off and threw it on the table before you headed to the changing area.

“You are an insufferable fool!” you yelled as you walked away.

“Infuriating woman,” Damian cursed as he pulled off his own mask and collapsed in the chair next to Jason, who was searching intel on Black Mask.

“What was that about?” he asked. Damian just glared and shook his head.

“She’s reckless and she’s going to get us both killed,” he explained as he pulled off his gloves.

“Are you serious?” you demanded as you overheard the demeaning remark from the person meant to have your back. “I was doing just fine until you decided to butt in!” you argued before storming upstairs away from Damian before you lobbed a batarang at him.

“What happened?” Jason asked Damian, turning away from the monitor to give the teen boy his full attention.

“We were on patrol and came across a couple of muggers in an alley. She didn’t even stop and think before she jumped into the fight. They had knives and if I hadn’t ‘butted in’ she would’ve gotten herself hurt,” he explained as he started unlacing his boots. “Or worse,” he looked up at Jason, to see a sly grin spread across his brother’s face.

“You like her, don’t you?” he asked. Damian’s face turned red almost instantly, giving Jason his answer.

“Absolutely not! She is stubborn and dangerous!” he argued. “I could never be attractive to someone so…” he searched for a word. Jason burst out laughing.

“Damian, (Y/n) is a great crime fighter, and you know it,” he reasoned. “If she wasn’t, you wouldn’t go out with her on patrol every chance you get,” he added. Damian’s red face darkened. “How long? Jason asked.

“What?” Damian returned.

How long have you liked her?” Jason elaborated. Damian sighed. There was no point in denying it at this point. He knew if he did, Jason would simply pursue the topic until he got the answer he wanted.

Since she joined the team,” he admitted. “She’s talented and intuitive,” he confessed. Jason looked up to see you walking back into the cave, anger clear on your features as you decided to give Damian another piece of your mind. Jason caught your attention before you could open your mouth and motioned for you to be quiet and listen. You crossed your arms, but did as he asked.

“I couldn’t ask for a better partner, really. I just hate it when she jumps into fighting so quickly. What if one of those thugs had a gun tonight? I don’t know what I’d do if she got hurt,” Damian confessed with his head in his hands. You couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto your cheeks.

“But she wasn’t hurt, was she?” Jason countered. Damian nodded.

“No, she wasn’t. She is a brilliant fighter. I know she can handle herself alone,” he took a deep breath. “But I don’t want her to,” he looked to Jason. “I don’t want her to hate me,” he added softly. Your cheeks burned bright pink at the overheard confession. Damian actually liked you.

“So, why don’t you talk to her about it?”Jason asked.

“I’ve tried, Todd! It turns into an argument every damn time,” he growled. “She can be so hard headed,” he shook his head and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Why does she make me such a fool?” he asked. Jason chuckled.

It’s love, Little bird,” he answered. Your muscles went slack as you heard that word. Emotions rushed through your mind as you considered your emotions for him.

“I suppose it is,” Damian answered. Your heart began to race as he leaned back in his chair. “What do I do?”

“You should talk to her,” Jason advised him. He shook his head and sighed.

What would I even say?” he asked.

“You could start with an apology,” you offered as you stepped closer to the rail on the second floor walkway. Damian whipped around and looked up at you with shock in his blue eyes. He turned his glare to Jason, who took this as opportunity to run.

“Todd!” he yelled as he gave chase.

“ALFRED!” Jason called as he ran from the barefoot batboy. You couldn’t resist the laugh that bubbled up from your chest. You leaned on the metal rail and waited for the brothers to get closer. When they were running underneath you, you leapt over the edge and landed squarely on Damian’s back. He hit the floor with an ‘oof’. You leaned down and kissed his cheek gently.

“I don’t hate you, Damian,” you admitted before letting him up. His cheeks were pink and you were sure yours matched. Without warning, he moved forward and placed a firm kiss on your lips. The simple kiss made your heart tumble in your chest.

“I don’t hate you either, (Y/n),” he confessed to you with a shy smile.

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Prompt: Castle falls asleep on Beckett's chest.

Post 4x04, Kick The Ballistics.

-

She hated for him to see her broken, raw and trembling and overwhelmed with inner demons, but part of her had been grateful for the one time she had let him. In her own apartment, during an unexpected panic attack a couple of weeks ago, he had touched the shaking bone of her shoulder, murmured comforting words, relatable words.

I know, Kate, I know. I have them too.

She hadn’t necessarily believed that, couldn’t picture Rick Castle enduring the torturous episode of a panic attack, but he hadn’t been lying to her. 

The return of Jerry Tyson had rattled him, she knew that, and ever since the heartbreak she had caused him throughout the summer, their partnership had been a bit more tentative. Her shooting, those words she isn’t supposed to remember, still looming over them, she knew that too. Castle was under a lot of stress, probably dealing with a good dose of emotional turmoil, but that knowledge hadn’t prepared her for his mother to call her in quiet distress, worried over her son and unsure of what else to do.

“This has happened before, once not long after the divorce with Meredith, when he was under so much pressure,” Martha had babbled, her voice a contradiction of calm and factual, frantic and fearful. “And I know he doesn’t like for anyone to see him like this. But I could hear him when I went to let him know I was leaving and he just sounded so - so grief stricken, and I just can’t not-”

“I’m on my way,” Kate had promised his mother, already changing directions, turning away from the entrance of the subway that would take her home and towards the sidewalk instead, hailing a cab that would get her to his loft quicker. “Just ten minutes, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, darling.”

Martha had stuck true to her word and after impatiently riding the elevator to the top floor of his building, Kate is able to stride inside the loft, take the path to his office without a second thought. Her fingers pause over the handle to his bedroom door, though, apprehension flaring in her stomach. She’s never been inside his bedroom and it isn’t her right to just barge in.

“I’ll be out in just a moment, Mother,” he calls out when she knocks, and he’s a skilled actor, talented in the roles he plays for those he doesn’t allow inside, but she can still hear the slight quiver in his voice. 

“Not your mom, Castle,” she calls back, hearing nothing but silence on the other side of the door for a split second before his footsteps rush towards her. 

The door swings open and despite the smile he musters for her, she can see the cracks in his exterior. 

“Beckett, to what do I owe the pleasure of an unexpected visit?” he quips. “And how did you get in here?”

“Your mom let me in while she was on her way out.” Technically, it was true. “I thought after everything with this case and 3XK… I thought you could use some company.”

His eyes ripple with surprised delight, gentle appreciation, and she wishes she would have thought to come to him sooner, to care enough to check on him without his mother having to inform her of his current state. 

“I - that’d be great. Have you eaten?”

“No,” she admits, biting her bottom lip when Castle steps out of his office, his hand rising to glance the small of her back before it quickly falls away. She misses the warmth of his palm without even having the chance to experience it. “Have you?”

“I was just about to,” he lies, the grin stretched across his lips charming but strained, enough for her to see through.

She doesn’t comment on it, doesn’t try to bring up what she knows is bothering him, but she does stick close to his side in the kitchen, helping him heat up leftover pasta that smells divine despite its time in the fridge. She sits beside him on the couch while they eat, engages in the comfortable small talk, the silence that falls between bites yet never becomes awkward. Not with him.

“How’re you holding up?” Kate finally asks after he’s set his bowl down on the coffee table in front of them, taken the last sip of the red wine he had poured in matching glasses for them. She still nurses hers between her palms.

Castle tilts his head at her in feigned confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Rick,” she murmurs, watching him physically deflate, sighing out in defeat as his shoulders slump, his lips falling into a frown and his eyes going dull, and she stretches forward to deposit her wine glass on the table beside his.

“I’m okay,” he states with a shrug. “Not even sure why it bothers me so much. Ryan is the one who went through hell during this case.”

“What Tyson did to you both was equally traumatizing-“

“Trauma?” Castle scoffs, shaking his head at her. “I didn’t - there’s no trauma, Kate. I’m fine. I just - I guess this case had me afraid that Tyson would step up his game, come after us, people I care about.”

“We never would have let him come after Martha or Alexis,” she swears to him, hoping the knowledge that he had an entire precinct ready to protect his family if need be would provide him with comfort, but she watches his lips purse instead.

“And you?”

Kate shifts on the sofa to face him, her brow creasing with confusion. “Me?”

Castle scrapes a hand through his hair and averts his eyes, looks as if he’s about to rise, take a page from her book and make a run for it, so she drapes her hand atop his knee, effectively stays him.

“I can’t protect you,” he gets out without meeting her eyes. “Couldn’t protect you. I wouldn’t have been able to stop Tyson if he had-“

“Castle, stop,” she breathes, her fingers clenching hard over the bone of his knee.

“And I know you don’t need my protection, but I can’t - God, I can’t lose you again, Beckett,” he confesses, his head in his hands and his body curling in on itself, protecting himself. From her. “Not like that.”

“You’re not,” Kate chokes out, the terrible grief clogging her throat, knotting in her chest beneath the bullet scar that consumes her sternum, consumes everything.

She’s close enough to drop her forehead to the rounded bone of his shoulder, the scent of his aftershave drifting up to greet her, embrace her, and she inhales a deep breath of it, of him, and swallows down her own anguish, focuses on Castle’s.

His spine is stiff, his entire frame rigid beneath the foreign proximity she offers, and Kate reaches for one of the hands fisted in his hair. He lets her have it without resistance, his head turning towards her to watch as she cradles his fingers in her palm, strokes her thumb along his knuckles.

“You’re not,” she repeats, feeling the intensity of his gaze resting on her, searing through her. “I’m still here, Castle,” she whispers, drawing his palm to her chest, up to her heart.

The harsh intake of his breath shudders through them both, but he allows her to keep his hand flat against her sternum, her heart galloping to meet his palm, crashing against the cage of her ribs to feel the warmth of his skin seeping through her shirt.

She couldn’t return his confessions of love, not yet, not with words, but she could offer him this - reassurance in whatever form he needed. She could let him hold onto her heart before she gave it over completely.

“Kate,” he whispers back, but she doesn’t answer, her forehead still sealed to his shoulder, a new favorite place of rest, one where she’s content to remain.

And that’s what they do for a long while - remain. His hand cradled to her chest, her forehead to his shoulder, and his body beginning to lean into hers as time passes.

“Don’t go,” Castle sighs out, his hand going slack beneath hers, and she controls the descent of his fist to her side before she attempts to rise from the sofa. “Beckett-“

“Shh, let’s get you to bed, Castle,” she murmurs, squeezing his bicep before she stands, tugs him up with her. “I’ll stay a little while longer.”

That earns a surprised quirk of an eyebrow despite his drowsy state, the exhaustion from the panic attack that had caused his mother to dial her number, from the pasta and the wine that has even her eyes feeling heavy, from the thought of losing her - all of it overtaking.

He shuffles towards his bedroom with her at his side, his warmth like a magnet she fails to stray from, her body easing onto the edge of his bed even as he plops down. Her mind is in turmoil, red flags and alarm bells plaguing every inch of her skull, but her heart beats hard and fervent behind the walls that bind it, keep it from the man lying next to her on the bed.

“You really don’t have to stay,” he mumbles around a yawn, offering her a reassuring smile, the one he often uses to comfort her, calm her, and they may still be waiting, but that doesn’t mean she can’t stick around, take care of him a little longer, whether he needs her or not. God knows he would do the same for her without hesitation.

“Just for a few minutes,” she replies, easing down onto her side, facing him, and holding her breath as he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Kate,” he murmurs, his fingers traveling to stroke up and down her spine, eliciting shivers and streaks of heat all at once, sending her eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you.”

They peel open at that.

“Always,” she returns, watching the blue of his eyes burn so brightly in the darkness of his bedroom before his lashes fall shut to hide the need she recognizes coming to life.

She falls asleep mere moments after she watches his eyes close for a final time, after she trains the rise and fall of her chest to the steady rhythm of his breathing beside her. 

-

The next time Kate wakes, it’s late in the night and her eyes are thick with sleep, her chest heavy with the weight atop the frame of her ribs, the press of his cheek to her sternum, his ear at her heart. It should hurt, her muddled brain muses, the pressure atop her gunshot wound, but the seal of his cheek to her sternum does the opposite. 

He anchors her.

It should terrify her too, but she blinks through the grit of her slumber to catch a glimpse of his face, slack and at peace, innocent and untouched by the grief she had passed onto him. She’ll dislodge him before morning, probably be out of his loft before he even awakens, but for now, Kate combs her fingers through his hair, sighs quietly when he tightens the arm around her waist and nuzzles gently, his nose grazing her collarbone.

This is what she’s working so hard for, trying to be better for, what they’re both waiting for. But for tonight, she erases her shooting from her mind, dispels thoughts of Jerry Tyson and the ache in Castle’s eyes when he’d said he couldn’t protect her, and gives him the beat of her heart, the drum of reassurance beneath his ear. For tonight, she allows them both a much needed rest.

THE THINGS IN THE PROPER WAY

Originally posted by kate-kami


GIF BY: @/kate-kami

PROMP: you and Chris have been best friends for years, but the jealousy can bring a lot of things out.

PAIRING; Christoffer Schistad x reader

WARNINGS; none.

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‘’Earth calls y/n’’

Eva’s voice interrupted the stream of your thoughts.

‘’Eva, sorry, I was not listening’’

You apologize a bit embarrassed, you were very distracted. Christoffer Schistad was staring at you from the other side of the room, his eyes fixed on your figure, his lips curved in a smirk, typical of him. You had been his best friend for years by now, but something was in the air in the last period and you were dying to find out what was that.

‘’Too busy talking with your best friend, I don’t know how you two can do this’’

Eva was staring at Chris too, the drink in her hands almost finished and her lipstick on the edge of the glass.

‘’Do what?’’

You asked while pushing a boy definitely too drunk away from you. The room was filled with people, the pre-drinks at William’s place were always crowded and loud, and you loved it.

‘’Are you fucking kidding me, y/n? You two speak each other with your eyes, everybody can see it’’

Said Eva, her eyes fixed on you. Before you could answer, someone touched your shoulder.

‘’Plus, William is included in this strange magic’’

Said Vilde, taking part in the conversation, you just shrugged your shoulders but a smile appeared on your face. It was true, you couldn’t deny it: you, Chris and William were a trio, an unbreakable bounding had been connecting the three of you for years, you were simply best friends.
You were their age and, when the boys started to invite Eva’s group to the parties, you immediately became friend with them.
In that moment, William attracted your attention: he was smiling at you vividly while Noora was dancing with him. You smiled back, knowing what he meant: he was happy to show you that, finally, he managed to make Noora his girlfriend. You couldn’t be more satisfied with that, you were well aware of how much your best friend wanted to be with that amazing girl so you soon started to ship them.
You turned your face toward Chris and he was still staring at you, his hair a bit messy and a beer in his left hand; he moved his head in a way to make you understand that he wanted you to go to him. Before you could take a step, someone spilled a cold drink on your leg. You turned around with all the intentions of yelling at that idiot but what you saw made you stop: and handsome boy, probably younger than you, with blue eyes was staring at you and looking not so sorry.

‘’I’m so clumsy, my apologies’’

Said the boy putting a hand on his chest, his voice woke you up from the surprise.

‘’Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal’’

You said with your flirty voice. It was not hard for you, to get what you wanted. Being the boys’ best friend it was quite usual to be with the Penetrators for you, so you just learned all the tricks to be a fuckgirl. Someone in school also used to say that you were a female version of Chris, but, unlike him, you never used to be presumptuous about it.

‘’How can I make amend?’’

Asked the boy, you faked a shy smile but you took his hand and started to walk away from the people.

‘’Y/n!’’

Chris’ voice made you turn while you were on the stairs; you looked the boy at your left and then you smiled in triumph at your best friend. He inspired and then nodded, he seemed quite disappointed. You were so confused by his reaction that you almost had the temptation to go to him and ask what the hell was going on, but the boy you were with started to walk toward an empty room.

‘’Shall we?’’

He asked with a mesmerizing smile, you smiled back and he took it as a ‘yes’. William’s room was almost your room because of the great amount of time you had spent in it, watching movies and talking with him and Chris.
Chris. His face was all you kept thinking about during all the time that the boy kissed you, your body pushed against the wall and his hands on your ass. He was a good kisser, nothing to say about it, but you were not involved.
‘y/n, what is wrong with you?!’ You yelled at yourself internally while the boy was torturing your neck with bites and kisses.

‘’Stop’’

You couldn’t handle it any longer; the boy stopped kissing you and looked at you in disbelief and confusion.

‘’I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well, to much alcohol’’

You lied, he shook his head.

‘’I thought you were the biggest fuckgirl in town’’

He said, disappointment and irritation in his voice, you almost laughed, you knew how to deal with the assholes; you pushed him back, opened the door and, before leaving the room, you turned toward him with your most polite smile.

‘’My dear, I’m just not interested in fucking you’’

You said, he didn’t say a word while you were coming back to the party. Your eyes were searching for your best friend. The party was almost at the end, the house was quite empty and people were too high or drunk to even talk.

‘’Will, have you seen Chris?’’

You asked to him, your best friend gave a quick look around and then looked at you.

‘’He probably left, he said he was tired’’

He answered, you nodded and hugged him, was time to go for you too.

‘’I can drive you home’’

Offered William, you freed yourself from the embrace and gave him a kiss on his check.

‘’Don’t worry, Jacob said that he will drive me.’’

You reassured him, Jacob was one of the Penetrators boys you were closer with, even if you used to get along with them all.
While you were saying goodnight to the girls and Jacob was driving you home you couldn’t stop thinking that Chris seemed so strange that night, you tried to keep him away from your mind but it was practically impossible.

THE NEXT MORNING.

‘’Chris’’

You called your best friend at the end of the school day, he seemed to be in rush.

‘’y/n’’

He answered turning to you, his voice was quite bored.

‘’You left yesterday’’

You said carefully, you knew how complicated was to make Chris talk about his feelings, his problems… making him open up was practically a mission, every time that something was wrong you and William had to give him space and be patient.

‘’I was tired, I still am’’

He said running his hand through his hair, you bit your lower lips, you knew he was lying.

‘’Chris, are you coming?’

William’s voice made him turn left and you saw it: on his neck there was a big purple hickey.
In spite of the fact that you had no right to feel jealous, that’s how you felt in that moment. You were constantly informed about the sexual life of the boys, you also used to help them with the girls when they were not that good, you experienced the birth of the Penetrators and you never felt like this. Chris was sleeping around and William either, period, that was the normal condition; but in that moment, you felt like someone else touched something you wanted to call yours.
You couldn’t resist and you touched it, retiring your hand a second after that. This contact made him look at you.

‘’Yes, I imagine that you must be very tired’’

You said sarcastically, your voice lower than how you planned it to be; he rolled his eyes, he seemed more sorry than bothered.

‘’Why are you acting so strange? You have always talked to me about the girls you screw as I’ve always told you about the boys I hook up with, why did you lie?’’

You were staying calm, of course you were; it was a bad idea to yell at Chris, you had learned it by seeing him when he was mad at his friends, he was not a tempered person.

‘’I just needed a distraction’’

He said biting his lips, he was holding back.

‘’First of all, you don’t have to give me explanations, the girls you sleep with are none of my business. Second, distraction from what?’’

You asked, your voice suddenly full of rage and your hands gesture matching your words. He seemed to be so in conflict with himself, a thousand of thoughts crossing his mind, then he gave up.

‘’A distraction from you’’

He admitted, his left hand covering his mouth, he looked so tired and sad. You opened your eyes and looked at him in total surprise.

‘’Chris… d-does this mean what I think?’’

You asked hesitating, you wanted to be sure. He nodded and made a step forward, now you were closer.

‘’I’m not good with this shit, you know that, y/n, but I suppose I have feelings for you. Yesterday night, when you arrived you were so stunning I just wanted to kiss you. When I called you I wanted to tell you the truth, I was tired of looking at you from the other side of the room and wanting you without having the possibility to have you. Then you went upstairs with that boy, I just could not handle it. A girl kissed me randomly and I decided to bring her home, but all I could think about was you. I’m sorry, really.’’

It took a moment to you to assimilate all of the new information, then a big smile lighted your face up. You thought you had never saw Chris in that way, but you wanted to kiss him so bad in that moment.

‘’I know, I screwed up our friendship, I..’’

He couldn’t finish his sentence because you were kissing him. You never expected to feel such a rush of adrenaline while kissing Christoffer Schistad, but your heart was beating so fast you were scared he could feel it. Chris was nothing like you imagined: he was calm, his hands were delicate and his touch cautious, like you were something precious. You crossed your hands behind his neck and ran your finger through his hair, your lips opening and letting his tongue in. Suddenly, the kiss became more desperate, more passionate. He moved his hands on your hips, caressing them under your t-shirt, you felt shivering going down your back and attached your body to his, you wanted more.

‘’Okay, I suppose I can leave, then’’

William said from his car, he was laughing. Chris interrupted the kiss and turned his head toward his best friend.

‘’Bye, William’’

He said, his voice bothered and amused at the same time. He turned and looked at you, you smiled on his lips and waved at William while he was leaving. You caressed his check, your body still close to his.

‘’I wasn’t expecting that’’

He said smirking, you rolled your eyes but you were still smiling at him.

‘’So, Penetrator Chris has a heart’’

You said touching his chest under his hoodie, he smiled and looked at you so intensively that you felt like he was undressing you with his eyes.

‘’Don’t try to ruin my reputation, babe’’

He said giving you a quick kiss on your neck, you closed your eyes and moved your head back to make him continue that.

‘’God, we already are at the part where you call me babe’’

You teased him touching the back of his head; he stopped kissing your neck and looked at you.

‘’y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend. No games with you, no tricks.’’

He said in a serious tone, you almost were surprised to hear this voice, you never saw him like this before.

‘’I feel flattered by the offer, I shall think about it’’

You answered trying to stay serious; he smiled and brushed his lips on yours, his hands were still on your hips.

‘’Sure?’’

He asked softly biting your lower lip, the look of triumph in his eyes while you gave up.

‘’Okay Christoffer, you can call me babe from now on, I’m definitely your girlfriend’’

You answered; he smiled vividly and touched your hair. Before he could kiss you again, you stopped him.

‘’Chris, I wanted to tell you, I didn’t sleep with that boy, I couldn’t stop thinking about you yesterday’’

You confessed, your checks going a little red while he looked at you in total relief.

‘’That’s better, I’m the only one allowed to make you feel pleasure’’

He said, his eyes filled with lust. You gave him a smirk and slowly touched his neck.

‘’I can’t wait for that’’

You teased him with your hands running down his chest. He looked at you, his lips barely touching yours and he said.

‘’Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long, but I want to do the things in the proper way’’

He caressed your left check and gently brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, you looked at him, the curiosity shining all over your face’s expression.

‘’So, what’s your next move?’’

You asked laughing a bit and looking at him in his eyes, he smiled before asking you:

‘’Y/n, will you go on a date with me?’’

You laughed in surprise, your eyes wild open and your stomach already upside-down because of the happiness.

‘’Really? Christoffer Schistad inviting a girl on a proper date?’’

You teased him, there was no meanness in your voice, just sarcasm and pleasurable surprise. He took your hands in his while smiling and intensely looked into your eyes before saying in the most serious tone:

‘’You have no idea of the things I would do for you, y/n y/s’’

Jack’s first time back at the haus since he left is coming and he and bits decide it’s time to come out to the boys. They feel kinda guilty about hiding it because they don’t want them to feel untrustworthy.

‘What are we gonna say’ bits asks over skype. And a normal person would probably just gather everyone together and explain the situation and thank everyone for their support but. Please.

What they actually do is decide to just… Cozy up and act couple-y and let the guys approach them. Then there’s no awkward announcement and they also have an excuse to get close for Jack’s visit. This is a great plan they both think and air high-five each other because they’re nerds like that.

The day of the visit rolls around and Bittle is in a fit cooking up a storm, a little nervous but mostly just excited. And nervous. It doesn’t help that the haus is chock full. Everyone dropped by to see Jack. Even the tadpoles have all come up with flimsy excuses to hang around.

Bittle recognizes the sound of Jack’s engine as it pulls up to the curb and he’s off like a shot. Jack’s barely out of the truck before Bits is at the curb, and they hug so hard he’s lifted off the ground and Jack spins him in a circle.

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Into The Dark

Originally posted by elves-n-angels

Words: 883

Prompt: Reader is recruited by HYDRA to get the Winter Soldier back. Things don’t go as planned when Captain America and others show up.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I’ve had this  idea for a while now, so I decided to write it and see where it goes. I  don’t have an exact pairing chosen just yet.


chapter 1


Y/N knew that her job would come with certain hazards, she worked for HYDRA, hazards were a given thing. Even then, being thrown into the middle of a superhero fight was not something she could have foreseen.


She adjusted her black backpack and hid behind a car, checking for any enemies. She grabbed an iron stick that had been forgotten by the car. She would need it if she encountered any agents. She hated it, fighting people, working for HYDRA, everything. She could feel the rejection her body had to the whole situation. She imagined herself dropping the stick and running away. Far from the airport, far from superheroes, labs, hell, even far from the country. But running away was not an option, she knew better. That would be selfish. Instead, she closed her eyes and shook her head, clearing her mind from such thoughts. She hold the stick tight and towards the jet. She had to do this.

She hurried keeping her body low, her hand that held the iron stick hiding in her back. She got the loading part of the jet and waited by the right side of the entrance. Two guards came out talking to each other. She hit the one closest to her in the head with the stick, knocking him out right away. She struck the other one before he could step out of his shock. She swiftly pushed the two unconscious guys to the side and made her way inside.

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