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Lena Luthor wasn’t usually a nervous person.  She could command an audience, she could dominate the boardroom, but right now?  She was panicking.

Honestly, Lena never really thought her friendship with Kara would reach a stage where she was slowly being introduced into the group, one by one.  Maggie had been first.  She and Lena had long since discussed the whole Maggie-arresting-Lena debacle, Maggie spending the better part of ten minutes apologising before Lena could get a word in edgewise.  She and Maggie had hit it off fairly quickly, bonding over their mutual love of Italian cuisine and various scientific magazines.

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Opposites Attract - Tom Holland Oneshot

Request: Anonymous - Hey I just got an idea for u for an imagine. Now if ur to busy to do it that’s cool I don’t want to stress u out with a whole bunch of imagines, but maybe a tom holland one where you’re dating and people don’t understand why because ur like polar opposites. ( btw ur imagines are some of the best I have read keep up the good work 😁😊❤️ ) 

 Warnings: Fluff, feeling uneasy

 Word Count: 1,298

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

 A/N: Hope you guys liked it. More stuff will be posted soon. :)

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To most people if they saw you and Tom together, they’d stop and question you because you two are completely different. Nothing alike. See but that’s the thing, being polar opposites is what makes your relationship unique. You and Tom have more ways to expand on it and get different ideas from each other. Sure it bother’s you when a total stranger comments on your love life, but you never let it bother you, neither does Tom.

“Mmmm morning love” Toms morning voice was honestly one of your guilty pleasures. There was something about it that made it seem sexy.

“Morning” You fluttered your eyes open to see the sight of the man you love laying next to you. It was the best part of waking up in your opinion.

“So what’s our plan for today?” He pulled you closer to his chest.

“I thought we could just stay here forever” You cuddled against him.

“And waste a perfectly good day” He laughed.

“Yeah” You nodded.

“As great as that sounds we have to get ready for work love” He kissed your temple. You sighed. “Fine”.

The both of you got up and proceeded with your daily morning routines. Nothing the two of you did was the same. One of you would have tea while the other one would have coffee in the mornings. It almost amazed people how you two ended up being together.


“Good morning everyone” You and Tom greeted everyone once you got to the set. You got a few “hellos” and good mornings" back.

You and Tom were practically beaming with so much energy ready to start another day of work. No one new how, but it was almost as if you two sort of fueled the other one to be able to function properly.

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Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

Requested: Could I request another baekhyun angst scenario…a mistress maybe? You know the cliche break up stories lol. Thanks!!

Summary: You come home to find Baekhyun has been unfaithful, which you expected, but what no one expected is your reaction. 

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It’s 4:00 AM when your plane lands and 5:00 AM by the time you finally come home to your apartment, and you’re exhausted, physically and emotionally. You thought that taking a week off from life to evaluate your situation from a distance would give you some perspective – and it has. You just don’t like this new perspective. You hate the clarity that cracked your rose-colored glasses because you were happy pretending that everything was fine.

But there’s only so much you can take for so long.

You reach the door to your apartment and drop your bag on the floor, fishing your phone out of your pocket and turning it on for the first time in a week.

Thirty-eight missed calls and fourteen voicemails from Byun Baekhyun.  

A smile quirks on your lips despite the lead in your chest. You hadn’t told him you were leaving when you took off, and it’s still nice to see his concern. You sigh. Smooth your shirt. Pat your hair and steel your nerves. Then you click 1 on speed dial.

Briiiing. Briiiing. Briii

“Y/N?” His voice is thick with sleep but then you hear a rustling – of sheets, presumably – and his voice comes back more alert. “Oh my god. Where are you – are you okay – why haven’t you called me back, I was so worried, I thought something happened—”

“Hi,” you say softly. That’s all you can manage because you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the sound of his voice. Even just one week without his husky timbre had left you feeling like something was missing, and now it’s as if everything has fallen back into place. Stupid. Don’t be stupid.

“Hi,” he replies after a moment, and you can hear his smile. “Are you on your way home?”

“Yup, I’m an hour or two away,” you lie.

“Great, jagi. I can’t wait to see you. Aish, I should probably clean up before you get home.”

“Yeah. Clean up. I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you,” he says. So casual. So familiar.

Your hands are cold as you whisper back, “I love you too.” Then you hang up.

The apartment you share with Baekhyun is small, not a studio, but really only meant for one person – so you can hear noises through the thin walls now as he gets out of bed and prepares for your return. Shuffling, thudding, creaking. Laughter. Chairs scraping and feet padding across the hardwood floor and muffled speaking. Quick movements, very quick. Urgency.

You hear footfalls heading towards the door and you step back just as it swings open, and Baekhyun and the girl beside him freeze on the threshold as their eyes meet yours.

Ah. Well, you can throw the rose glasses away now, you suppose.

She’s pretty – that’s your first thought, but you immediately look away before you can start comparing yourself to her. You don’t need to agonize over all the ways she might be better for him than you, all the missing parts in you that she probably has. She has the decency to look ashamed, at least.

Baekhyun, for once, seems at a loss for words. The silence stretches between the three of you until it feels like dynamite. And frankly, you don’t want to say anything. There’s nothing to say. One week, you’d spent trying to understand your feelings, his feelings, and what happened between the two of you – and now you just feel…

Alone. More alone than you’ve ever felt.

“Y/N,” he starts to say, but you cut him off.

“We need to talk, Baekhyun.” Doesn’t matter if you don’t want to – you’re the type to bury your head in the sand if it means protecting your heart, but not this time. Not anymore. Your eyes slide to the girl. “Alone.” She nods, never meeting your gaze, but before she slinks back into the apartment room, she looks to Baekhyun, and you feel your heart clench at the adoration on her face. Whatever is going on between them clearly isn’t just lust. You just wonder when exactly you were pushed out of the picture.

The girl closes the door behind her, and then it’s only you and Baekhyun.

He looks as good as ever, you can’t help but notice, with his jeans belted loosely around his hips and shirt sleeves lazily rolled back to his elbows. His hair is still tousled from sleep, and you almost reach up to fix it. Almost. Instead, you pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder.

“Walk with me,” you say. His brows arch in surprise but he follows you down the stairwell and out of the apartment complex. You really needed to get out of there – it was starting to feel claustrophobic.

The sun is just rising over the parking lot, and you try not to notice the way the light touches Baekhyun, as if even it can’t help but want to cling to him. He’s silent beside you as you walk but out of the corner of your eye, you can see emotions flitting across his face as the situation continues to spiral out of his control. Guilt. Defensiveness. Fear. Anguish. You imagine your face is a mirror of his.

On the other side of the complex is a quaint little courtyard complete with trimmed hedges, a fountain, and a gazebo. You walk down the path, trailing your fingertips along the hedges, and step onto the gazebo, placing you bag down. It’s beautiful here. A beautiful place to end a once-beautiful relationship.

Baekhyun sinks against the railing and laces his hands together. His eyes are everywhere but on you. “If you would please just hear me out—” he tries.

“Baekhyun-ah,” you say gently, and both of you are surprised at the softness in your voice. He’s looking at you now and you meet his stare. You should be angry – furious, betrayed, heartbroken, but you just feel the grief that comes with endings. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Jagi—”

“Please.” You wrap your arms around yourself at his term of endearment. “You don’t have to explain, but please don’t be dishonest with me. Don’t call me ‘beloved’ if that’s not what I am.” You take in a shuddering breathe to soothe your nerves, and then you continue. “I have loved you, Baekhyun. At times, more than life itself. And you have loved me.”

“More than life itself,” he whispers.

“But I fell in love with you, and you didn’t. Not with me, anyway, and there’s nothing I can do to change that.” You remember the youth of your love, the early days when holding his hand gave you butterflies. You were both so young and there was only innocence in your feelings for one another. Handwritten notes and long phone calls before bed and mixtapes specially made for each other. All that was gone now, lost.

Baekhyun grasps your hands then, and you look down as you feel his trembling around yours. “Then I’ll change—”

“I’m not asking you to,” you shake your head and gently pull away. “I’m asking you to be honest. Be brave. We’ve been together since we were children, and there’s a security in that – but you can’t live your life clinging to safety, to what’s familiar. You…you need to let me go so that you can be free to find who and what you really want.”

“And what do you want, Y/N?” he asks quietly.

“I want you to be happy, Baek. I wish I was the one that made you happy—” he flinches, and you break off, sighing. “But we all deserve a chance to find that true joy. Our soulmate.”

“We can still be friends, right?”

You feel that grief again like water in your lungs, and for a moment you can’t speak because you’re trying too hard to fight back the tears. Friends. As if to torture you some more, your mind suddenly pulls out a reel of all your favorite memories with Baekhyun. Sharing ice cream with him on a hot summer’s day at the beach, him purposely tipping the cone forward whenever it was your turn to lick so that you would get some on your face and he could kiss it off you. His arms snaking around your waist as he hugged you from behind while you washed dishes, his chin on your shoulder. You lying on his lap while he ran his long fingers through your hair and read manga. Being held by him, kissing him, loving him. Feeling loved.

“In time,” you manage. “You’re not the only one who has to let go.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice is small, like a child’s. “For not being right for you. For hurting you. For…everything.” He laughs humorlessly. “I almost wish you were angry with me. That would’ve been easier than this – but you’ve always been too good for me.”

We were both too good for each other. “I was angry. That’s what the week away was for.”

“And now?”

“And now,” you sigh, “you’ve got a girl to get back to, and I’ve got a thousand emails waiting for me.” Life really does go on. You start to turn away but Baekhyun’s hand catches you again and you find yourself only inches from him. Well, physically anyway.

“Even if we don’t have a tomorrow, you and I, I’m glad we had a yesterday. I’m glad for the time we did spend together.” He’s not smiling, but there’s such warmth in his expression as if he’s reflecting all that light on him. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You know what,” you nod, “I wouldn’t either.” One last time, you slide your arms around his neck and pull his head down to kiss him on the forehead. He closes his eyes.

They’re open as you walk away though.


Due to popular demand, I have posted a Part 2 [here], a Part 3 [here], and a coda [here]! However, this was meant to be a one shot, so if you are satisfied, you can stop reading here. Whatever floats your goat <3

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Princess (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! I wanted to post this yesterday but I was too tired so, I’m so so sorry anon!! However, I still hoped that you had a great birthday!! I’m sorry but this had a little bit of a nerdy ending but I couldn’t help it haha😅and I wrote an apartment instead of a house instead, I hope you don’t mind. Anyways, enjoy!!!

Request: Would you do a bit a smutty one for my bday tomorrow where you’re moving in your first own little house with Bucky and after unpacking the whole day then end up in a paint fight while painting the bedroom, you have a shower together where things get heated ? ☺️☺️ Later that night you cuddle together and fall asleep in each other’s arms ? Also his POV if you like. That would be really really lovely ❤️

Warnings: smut


“Do I just put it here?” Bucky asked as he placed a box of your things beside you as you started unpacking some of the boxes.

“Yep, that’s fine.” You smiled as you arranged your books on a shelf that Bucky decided to build for you.

The two of you had been together for about two years and decided to find an apartment and moved in together as the tower wasn’t really a place that both of you could have privacy. Both of you from S.H.I.E.L.D., he was an Avenger and you were just an agent, it took a while but you had managed to coax Bucky into giving the relationship a try as he seemed so insecure, but you were glad it worked.

“I can’t believe we’re finally moving in together,” you commented, looking around the apartment. “A small little place just for us.”

Bucky smiled as he walked up and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on shoulder. “I like it though.”

“I like it too,” you replied, as Bucky placed a kiss on your neck before moving away to unpack the other boxes. “Don’t unpack the things for our bedroom yet, I want to repaint that room. I saw some of the paint chipping off and that color was just unsightly.”

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Late Drunk Night Encounters

Word Count: 632

A/M: This is a complete shit show and super rushed but I just had to write it. It was inspired by this audio post, and this anon ask (thanks anon). And okay if you’re new here I want to be drunk with both Harry and Niall so bad, so this is an idea I’ve had in the back of my mind, and I’m definitely revisiting again at some point for sure. Either way, hope you still like it, tell me if you do Xx
Also if you like reading things, I’m working on a series of stories inspired by the songs on Harry’s album. Check it out ;) 

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You opened your eyes to hear the specified ringtone coming from your cell phone. You didn’t even need to look at it to know who was at the other end of the call. You thought for a second to ignore it, but in a sleepy daze  you decided to pick up the phone just so the ringing could end. 

“What do you want Harry?”

“HIIII” he said from the other end. 

You rolled your eyes and knew he was drunk calling you. You just hung up hoping he would leave you alone to sleep but you heard the phone ring again. 

You let out a frustrated sigh as you picked up the phone again, “Why did you hang up on me?” He said in almost a tired and whiny tone in his voice. 

You sighed, “Because it’s 3 in the fucking morning, I’m sleeping and you are drunk.”

You heard a drunken chuckle through the phone which you already knew would contradict his next words, “I’m not drunk” which was followed by more chuckles, “Okay, maybe, maybe I’ve had a few beverages.”

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You Me Her

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Chapter Thirteen: Not There Yet

Word Count: 3502

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After Lucas’ surprisingly good audition for The Wizard of Oz, Riley and Kai return to the Matthews’ apartment to talk. Kai presses Riley on what warranted Lucas to audition this time. Of course Kai knew about the incident at winter formal but as far as he knew Riley had completely ignored any advance Lucas had made to talk to her, so his very determined attitude at the auditions mixed with Riley’s off behaviour directly prior made Kai awfully suspicious of things. Riley has no choice but to share the details of her conversation with Lucas in the courtyard, with her best friend. 

Again, an anger is sparked within Kai that Lucas keeps dragging Riley deeper into the mind f that is his ‘feelings’ for her. But, nothing had Kai quite as worked up as Riley’s calm approach to it all. 

“How are you so okay?” Kai paces around Riley’s room. The brunette sits comfortably at the end of her bed as she watches Kai walk. 

“I’m trying to handle things maturely.” Riley forces a laugh but it falls flat. 

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anonymous asked:

(part 1) ur gonna roast me for this but im legit curious why mafia AUs are so bad? im asking in a non confrontational way, i get it romanticizing mafia is wrong, but i also believe that 1)most mafia AUs are a really toned down type of mafia;2)they do make for some interesting kinds of dynamics with fanart and with fics; 3)in a fic specifically u can create your own world and call something mafia and still make it so they don't kill innocent people but only idk members of other gangs or sth

(part 2) plus theyre a way to put ur charas in a completely diff context and see what theyll do. i mean i dont believe that writing ships in a certain context (like mafia) equals romanticizing that context. mafia AUs arent even my fav things to read (in fact i almost never do), im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

I’m not gonna roast you don’t worry xD okay wait let me check if I replied to this already if yes I’m gonna c/p because it’s half past midnight otherwise I’ll just go at it again wait *checks tags* fff obviously I don’t have a general post but anyway pls read this after you’ve done with my post and then this which is also choke-full of links. plus for a (not nice) laugh: here. AH WAIT I FOUND THE POST.

okay, so, let’s have it out of the way: I have nothing against mob aus or crime aus. I have a problem against calling them mafia AUs because in the US mafia = organized crime at large, in Italy mafia = ACTUAL EXISTING ORGANIZATIONS THAT ARE ACTIVELY HARMFUL. now that I introduced the topic I’ll c/p you the reply I gave to another anon who while discussing the issue pointed out that most writers don’t even know Italian mafia is a thing, which is pretty much on the same discourse so…

*The thing is - in the US it might not be enough of a deal anymore and I honestly do get why people make the mafia = regular mobsters, since the mafia was the first foreign organized crime being exported to the US via italian immigrants (sorry if this sounds horrible in English but I just woke up and I still didn’t have coffee) so I understand that mafia became the umbrella term.But the thing is that - as you said, these people don’t even know that there’s a mafia in Italy anymore or where the word comes from.

 I’m going to link to italiansreclaimingitaly’s tag about the mafia and its perception outside Italy because they posted about this extensively and it’s an excellent resource, but meanwhile I’m gonna do a very short bullet point list and about the topic:

  • Mafia might not be a big deal in the US, but it still is here. We have the beauty of four different mafias (Cosa Nostra - the Sicilian one, camorra which is the one in Campania but has tendrils spread everywhere, the ‘ndrangheta which is in Calabria and the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia) which are all active [especially camorra and 'ndrangheta] and whose actions have direct impact (negative) on our economy and on our society. Actually mafias are one of the main reasons we’re currently economically fucked up, and if I start talking about how mafia culture keeps some areas literally backwards I could talk about it for three months.
  • There are still people who are killed for standing up against them. These days the most prominent personality is Roberto Saviano who is a writer who dared to put together a book documenting minutely the way camorra works and he’s been living under protection for years by this point. Like, they want him dead because he wrote a book. And I’m sorta sure that he was talking about leaving Italy and going to the US after years of sticking with it here because he can’t take it anymore but I don’t know if it was a taken decision or if it’s still debating it.
  • It wasn’t even thirty years ago that we had the stragi di mafia - in english it’d be something like the mafia slaughters, basically around the beginning of the nineties there were a number of bombs planted by the mafia targeting people who were trying to oppose it including judges Falcone and Borsellino, actually the anniversary of Falcone’s death is like… tomorrow. And they’ve killed people for way longer than that. Here is a list of only Cosa Nostra victims including the ones from the eighties/nineties. And people are still dying because of it. The slaughters I’m referring to are just the ones in the nineties which are enough of a number.
  • They also perpetuate a culture where if you testify against your mafia-employed relatives you’ll be shunned forever. There are women who testified against their families and couldn’t see their children anymore never mind that they weren’t automatically considered a relative anymore the moment they sided against the mafia. Some people have committed suicide after becoming witnesses also because our police force/justice system can be terribly non-supportive in this kind of situation so they got left on their own. Never mind that back in the day - it was the beginning of the nineties? - I recall at least a particular story of - I think, correct me if I remember wrong but I can’t remember the names for the life of me - where this guy testified against the local mafia when he either used to work for them or was forced to pay them the pizzo and in retaliation his six-year old (or five? Anyway he had a son younger than ten for sure) got kidnapped, killed and thrown into acid to dispose of the body. That happened in what, 1993? 1994? It’s pretty much yesterday. And now the camorra is doing the same - there’s a list here of camorra victims among which accidental passerbys that got killed because they were in the way which I can tell just by glancing is not complete. And I’m not even going into the 'ndrangheta. That is to say, here mafia still kills people and cripples our country.

Now, I get that it’s a word, but the point was: let’s say that instead of the Italians the Japanese came to the US first and the umbrella word for organized crime was yakuza rather than mafia and let’s say yakuza was still what it was originally in Japan while in the US it stopped being a big deal and people write yakuza!AU instead of mafia AU. Let’s say someone Japanese gets angry at that and goes like 'listen the yakuza is a real deal it does this this this and that and it’s a plague in our country so can you please at least look it up before writing your fanfic’, which is what had happened way back then when this whole mafia and fanfic thing blew up. A bunch of people told us to get over it because it’s just a word and if it’s a problem in Italy it’s not in the US so why should they care? Now, if we had been Japanese (or Chinese or Russian or Mexican) would they have said the same thing? Considering the general tumblr attitude I’m pretty sure they would have received either an apology or 'this is an important deal let’s keep that in mind’ with signal boost reblogs and stuff. 

It’s the fact that we should get over people not knowing that it’s still a real problem for us and that they can’t take five seconds to google it that is the problem imo. Especially when instead of mafia au you can just say mobsters au or tag it as organized crime and everyone is a lot happier, mostly because as the tag above explains romanticising the mafia is a good thing for them because it means they can act outside Italy with less stigma because everyone thinks that the mafia is dead or not relevant anymore, if I’m explaining myself. (And it’s active outside Italy - like, there was a mafia kill in Germany in 2007 where six people died (sorry the link is in Italian but there isn’t an English wiki page, if you look the city up you’ll find something probably) and it was because of the 'ndrangheta.

I’d really like to not get worked over it because it meant it was a thing of the past y'know, but the problem is that it isn’t and I’d rather spread some awareness in hope some of these writers look it up (because it’s a good thing that people know what mafia is since as stated they have tendrils everywhere - if you read Saviano’s book the entire first chapter is about how camorra regularly deals with Chinese import/export in Italy for one) than shrug and figure that since they’ll think everything is good for fanfic then it’s not even worth my time.*

Now, ^^^ that was the c/p-ed reply that should answer most of your doubts. What I didn’t address was:

im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

aaaand as we say here in Italy, this is where the donkey falls (sorry we have weird sayings), because in theory there’s nothing wrong with that… except that in 99% of the mafia aus I’ve seen around the thing is that they’re supposed to be cute.

like, I see a lot of shit with TINY MAFIA BOSS STEVE ROGERS with RUSSIAN ENFORCER BUCKY (????? bucky isn’t even russian???) and the yoi thing I saw before had the japanese character being the leader of a russian mafia gang which is… like… guys it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t, and a lot of them re-use wrongly terminology taken from the godfather without context or knowing what the hell it means, and it’s always from the criminals’ pov and they’re somehow seen as criminals doing justice where the police can’t (???) and like… no. mafia bosses/enforcers/employees are bad people period, and at least here if you try to leave or repent they kill your family in retribution. like, not even ten years ago there’s been a woman who used to belong to a mafia family (or one colluded with the mafia) who testified and her entire town/family shunned her and she couldn’t take it anymore and… killed herself drinking acid if I don’t recall wrong. it’s not even special cases. this shit is not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not adorable and it’s not good fodder for your imagine your otp scenario (srsly I saw one like.. let me find it,

LIKE. just look at this shit. in a regular context, the enforcer goes to the show owner to force them to pay a monthly sum to their boss lest they destroy their shop and their lives and their family’s life never mind that mafia culture is deeply homophobic so the mafia enforcer flirting with the shopkeeper is like completely fucking out of the question. I mean, people here like to shit on the sopranos but that show was actually excellent representation of Horrid Criminals Who Were Never Supposed To Be Good People and the small arc that happened when one of tony’s friends turned out to be gay (closeted) was REALLY well done. btw, it ended that when they found out he was gay most of the crowd rejected him and thought badly of him until I think they killed him also for other reasons, but that spiraled from finding out he liked dick. and that’s american mafia that they actually based on well-done research of the culture in Italy it came from, I assure you that here it doesn’t work that differently. like. the shit above is so inaccurate and frankly offensive, it’s like… I get people romanticizing problematic stuff but the thing is that when you tell them that it’s actually offensive you get brushed off as ‘ah well you’re being too sensitive it’s just a word u__u’. now, I’m all for exploring shit we wouldn’t be into, but not like THAT, because that’s like mafia romantic comedy and that’s not how it works. now, you wanna do a fic where the mafia characters are deeply flawed and bad people and the police tries to catch them? fine, great, go ahead. you wanna do a fic where the enforcer above deals with dunno an entire life of internalized homophobia when he finds the shopkeeper attractive and feels conflicted over having to con money out of him and doing horrible shit for a living and maybe understanding that crime isn’t worth it and then he actually collaborates with the police and gets shit from about everyone he knows and loves for that? okay, awesome, go ahead. nothing bad in that.

but the shit above is not exploring things we wouldn’t/writing darkfic, it’s THINKING THAT A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION WHICH IS STILL A THING IN OUR PART OF THE WORLD IS CUTE AND ADORABLE. and that only plays in their favor because it takes the bad aura out of the word and we really should not let that happen. like. that is what is bad about mafia aus and mafia discourse, that people don’t realize the mafia is alive and well and thriving and not a thing that doesn’t exist or a generic word for organized crime.

you wanna write the shit above? okay, CALL IT CRIME AU or mob au, not mafia au.

btw, add-on: idk if I mentioned it in the above post or not, but in case I didn’t, I said that people would balk at the idea of a mexican cartel au. sadly since then I’ve found out a fandom where not only there is one but it’s also extra cutesy and people apparently love it and it has a bunch of kudos/comments and idek I’m not even touching that with a ten foot pole but like… I’ve avoided it and everything that author wrote because to me it’s just… nope. like, nope. if you do mafia aus don’t make them fucking cute. (also: in the same fandom I had to mute a v. famous fanartist whose art I actually liked but did cutesy mafia aus and.. like… haahahhaahahahahaha nah sorry. can’t go there. nope.)

Suspect: Part 4

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (we’re getting there)
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Angst, death (lil’ graphic), mentions of previous same sex relationship (should that even be a warning?), swearing

A/N: I was hoping to have this posted a few days ago, but I got lazy, sorry! Thanks for being patient!

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

After hours of tossing and turning, you gave up. You couldn’t get your mind off what you had witnessed on the bridge, the man - if he could be called that - was heartless, cold, bloodthirsty, and above all, a killer.

Still dressed in the same clothes, you grabbed your bag and a jacket, knowing exactly where you were headed, but unsure if you’d be able to find anything. The streets were mostly empty, as to be expected at 4am, so the drive to the DCPD building was quick and quiet.

The security officer jolts away as your steps click towards him, “Hey Shaun,” you say, giving him a kind smile,

“Detective Y/L/N,” he says with a groggy voice, “I was just… Resting my eyes,”

You force a chuckle, making him relax as you scan your key card and make your way to the elevator, not wanting to stand around and chat. You’re getting impatient, and your foot unconsciously taps as the elevator seems to crawl upwards. Finally the doors open and you make a beeline for your desk.

Once logged in, you repeat the same process that you had at home; searching for anything and everything you could find that related to yesterday’s events. This time you had more luck. Your search seemed to return one file, labelled S.H.I.E.L.D.

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Close Future - Part 3

Part: 1

Part: 2

Summary: Your stay at the Stark Tower is extended, and after talking to Sam, your time with the Avengers seem to take a more permanent turn.

Warnings: Pain (still a stupid warning but yeah)

Words: 2 304

A/N: Okay so I want to post longer parts than this and I’ll do that in the next part! Also, the tags are messed up I’m pretty sure I’m not tagging people idk. Sorry if it doesn’t work!

TAKING REQUESTS

Originally posted by hospitalheaveninactive


She could hear sounds before she could see what caused them. Her head felt heavy along with her entire body and she could only describe everything as if she had been his by a truck and then fallen asleep for two days straight. 

“Y/N?” Tony called out as he noticed her nose scrunch up, eyes moving behind closed lids. “Take it easy.”

She managed to open her eyes and felt sick. She held back her guts and looked around the dim the room which only she and Tony were in. She heard the steady beat of her heart being motored to her side and felt a needle stuck in her arm, a long tube filled with clear fluid traveling from it.

“How are you felling?” Tony asked, taking a quick glance of her vitals before returning his focus to her

“Like the day after a hell of a night.“ She groaned, submitting to her eyes who wanted nothing but to close shut again. Tony smiled, liking the reference to himself as he asked Friday to alert Bruce that Y/N had woken up.

“We did some testing whilst you were out, tried to find out what happened? Seems that awesome brain of yours can’t handle too much awesomeness… We measured your brain activity again and it was lower than the before-numbers from yesterday. I’d equal that as to you needing to recharge, right?” Tony asked, trying to understand her powers which became more complicated the more information about them he received.

“Yeah, I guess they work like a battery in a way, only I don’t plug in the charger over night. I do that when I wake up.”

“So you just decide to fill up on juice, or how does it work?” Tony gave her a look as he neared the electrodes they had replaced on her forehead. She nodded and watched as he removed them.

“I decide to not use my powers. That way, my body can catch up from a whole night of work.”

Bruce appeared behind the glass door across the room and pushed the door open, remaining in the doorframe. “Hey, Peter wants to come in, if that’s okay?”

“Sure.” She smiled before Bruce walked inside and held the door open, Peter walking in right behind him. “Hey, Spider-Boy.”

Tony looked in surprise towards her before glancing over to Bruce who met his stare, his lips threatening to curl up into a smile.

“Actually, it’s Spi-”

“I know it is.” She interrupted Peter, still smiling. “I’m just messing with you.”

Peter looked down at her as she laid on the flat bed, eyes closed in tiredness whilst still talking to him. “Are you okay?”

“Oh I’m fine! I’ll be back to prime health in an hour or something I’m sure.” She assured the worried teen. “By the way, can we make this thing go up?”

She motioned for the bed and Tony handed her a small remote which had rested on the side of the bed frame. She pressed the up button and groaned in discomfort as her stiff and aching body moved. Her back began to repeatedly crack and she lifted her thumb, the bed stopping. “Oh, that’s not… Pleasant…”

“You good?” Tony grabbed the remote from her hand and out it back in it rests where she could still reach it. She nodded, briefly opening her eyes, her breathing heavy.

“Where’s- where is Sam?” She had wanted to know the answer to that questions since the second she was awake and not too out of it. Bruce looked away from her like he didn’t want to answer the question, but became the one who did it anyway.

“He left. Suited up, if you know what I mean.”

“Mhm…” She sighed in response. “Is Steve around, possibly?”

“I can go get him.” Peter volunteered, just wanting to help despite that it would have been easier to just let Friday contact Steve. Peter was out of the lab before anyone could reason with him.

She almost looked ahead in time to see how long it would take for Steve to get down to the lab, but she caught herself before completing the action thankfully. It was strange, to be so restricted when her powers were such a natural thing to hear by then. She had never really worried about not being able to use them. Sure, she passed up on it a few times the first hour after she woke up, but after that, things were back to normal again.

“Don’t do that.” Bruce said as he saw how her eyes never flashed with color but how they still became withdrawn from reality. She snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes landing on the scientist at the end of her bed. “I don’t know how your powers operate, but I don’t think you’re ready to run them just yet.”

“I’m not, but it’s so easy to fall into it. It’s been seven years since I got them and now I have to concentrate to it use them instead of the other way around.” She sighed as she felt the sick feeling from the sedatives still churning in her guts. “I think I’ll just stay here for a few hours or so, if that’s alright?”

Bruce nodded. “Of course.”

Peter opened up the door with Steve at his heel. The Captain looked over to Y/N who was visibly drained, not only physically. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah, could we talk? Alone?” She asked with her eyes diverting to the others in the room. Neither o them said anything but began to leave. Tony had to push Peter out with him but soon the two of them along with Bruce were out of the lab and the door shut behind them.

Y/N turned her focus to Steve again who crossed the room to be closer to her. “You’re the closest to Sam here… I just want to know what your thoughts are, on all of this.” She gestured around herself, hoping Steve would get it.

“I think he feels bad, now.” He sighed, pulling a chair which stood against the wall to the short end of the bed. “I think that’s why he took off shortly after you fell asleep. I don’t know what you think about him, but just know that he’s not as angry at you as he makes it seem… He hasn’t told me everything from his time in the military but he has mentioned you multiple times, how you saved his life on countless occasions. He just needs time to accept the decisions you made and to move forward.”

The man was smarter than she had thought. “So you think it would be good if I stayed here?”

Steve remained silent for a few moments. He had thought about how much it would help to have someone with her abilities around, but he had also thought about what would be the best for Sam. His conclusion had been the same.

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded. “You and Sam both know that you work well together and in a larger team. You could use your abilities to do good by others and save lives… I have a feeling that that’s something you want.”

She nodded, feeling emotional all of a sudden but skillfully containing them. “It’s all I want.”

“Exactly, so we’ll fix this, whatever it is. As soon as Sam gets back I suggest you two talk.”

“I will- I mean, we will.” She sighed, exhausted. “And now that you’re here I just have to ask, where are the rest of the Avengers and who are they? I know about the Hulk and Thor but I’ve seen neither of them, then there is that man that became four stories high over in Europe about a year ago…”

Steve smiled, looking down at his hands in his lap. “There are a few more, but Thor is in Asgard, I think. And then Hulk and four-stories-tall guy you’ve already met…”

She looked at him, raising a brow questioningly.

“The Hulk is an alternate side of of Dr. Banner that he doesn’t really like talking about, and then Scott can become both four stories high and shrink down to the size of an ant, hence his nickname, Ant-Man.”

“No. Way.” She gasped. “Scott, is that guy? I never would have guessed.”

“Neither did we.” Steve admitted with a small chuckle which lightened the mood necessarily. “You have everything you need?”

He looked around her where he saw nothing but machines and medical appliances. She followed to where his eyes were and shrugged her shoulders. “You mean if I need anything after all you’ve given me and all you’ve done? No thanks, I’m more than fine.”

“Hey, if we are truly in the talks of you joining this dysfunctional little family, I don’t think you should worry too much about receiving things, especially not help. If I know Tony right, he’s going to construct the best suit you can imagine the second your name goes on paper around here.”

Subtle pain erupted in her head again and Steve froze as he saw the light dance in her eyes for just a split second. A strained whine rumbled in her throat as the spin settled, her lips parting. “Sam’s coming… I couldn’t help but see it.”

Perhaps her subconscious continuously tried to search for Sam, but it had not been her own doing to look ahead incase he would show.

There were two knocks on the door before it slowly opened, a quiet and withdrawn Sam standing in the doorframe. Steve glanced back to him, beginning to stand up when Sam put a stopping hand out. “You can stay.” He explained as Steve sunk back in the seat. “I don’t have anything to hide.”

She watched the man she had known for what felt like her entire life. The days and nights in enemy territory had seemed twice as long and harsh as the ones at home. The bond they had created was one of a kind and despite everything, both of them knew it was unbreakable.

“I’m sorry.” She began but Sam raised his hand again.

“No, I am. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. If I had your abilities, god knows I wouldn’t have a single clue of how to deal with them, when to use them and when to stand down. You’ve done an amazing job over the years and I owe you my life.”

“Stop…” She tried again.

“You would make an exceptional addition to the team, Y/N. I’m sorry we lost contact after Iraq. I’ll try to make up for the time we lost.”

She hated him. “You’re such a softy, you know that?” She laughed half heartedly, trying not to cause her body too much pain.

“Still not softer than you.” He teased, lips tightly pressed together in a smile as he tried to maintain some masculinity after her remark. Steve felt content seeing his friend unite with his own one.

“I’ll- I think I’ll rest now, though. We can go all soft later when this is over.” She winced and tapped her finger against her head. She reached for the remote and brought the bed down enough so that she was still tilted slightly. Her mind dozed away as the drugs still clung heavily to her body. She fell asleep again, a much warmer welcome awaiting her when she would wake.


“I swear to you, I flung around the entire Empire State Building!” Peter assured whilst Tony waved him off, knowing the truth but enjoying to torture the kid a little.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He said and took a bite of the grilled asparagus beside his steak. It was rare for so many of the Avengers to be gathered and even more so to eat a proper meal together. Tony had ordered in food from a five star restaurant in Soho however and no one on the team would ever pass down on such an offer.

“That does not mean you should do it.” Steve lectured Peter before he could say anything more. The elevator dinged, interrupting their conversation and pulling their attention towards Y/N that walked out in Stark Industries sweat-attire, pale and tired looking.

“Can I join?” She asked hesitantly, seeing a perfect seat between Sam and Peter which she had to assume had been reserved for her.

“Of course, here.” Sam got up and wandered to the kitchen counter which was the closest thing to the dining table yet far away due to the sheer size of the room. He returned with a plate of food as she took a seat, awkwardly smiling from all the attention she was receiving. Sam put the plate down for her and sat back down.

She look at her dinner, a nice steak with grill-patterns across its glazed surface, equally as appetizing asparagus beside it and roasted potatoes with red whine sauce on the side. “This better than anything I’ve eaten the past 10 years… Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” Bruce asked as he had been the one that kept the most track of her health.

“I’m fine. I’m not gonna push it, but I can use my powers again… Watch out for Natasha’s drink, Scott.” Y/N warned Scott who was mere inches away from the glass of water with his elbow. He swallowed his bite harshly as he and Natasha stared at her. “Anyway.”

“You’re sticking around with us?” Tony questioned, not wanting to get his hopes up too much although he had taken Peter’s side and liked the girl.

She glanced towards Sam who looked down at his plate, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I think I might.”

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Brutal Beauty

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: For the first time in a while…. I don’t think there are any.

Words: 1,677

A/n: Ah shit. I was supposed to post this yesterday but I fricking queued it up for next week on accident x| P.s. Look at me! I’m back at it with the horrible titles and summaries again. Aces.

Summary: Your feelings towards Steve are growing and it’s not as good as it seems.


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Important // Namjoon Scenario // fluff

A/N: My sister was talking about cuddling with Namjoon and somehow I got this from that lol. For fair warnings sake, there is a kind of panic/anxiety attack in this and a slight mention of self injury (but nothing graphic I promise!) I will put that section in italics so if you want to skip it you can, it won’t really hurt your understanding of the story if you don’t read it.  I hope you enjoy! 


Namjoon said that he would be done hours ago. Of course you understand that this is very important to him and of course you understand that ‘you can’t rush the process’ and that this process took a long time, which was okay, but you needed to talk to him. You even offered to leave, knowing that this track was important and even telling him so, but his response was nothing more than a simple:

“You’re important too.”

And he begged you with his eyes to stay, to keep him company, to cherish the time that you guys got together and not waste it. You readily agreed, knowing that you had been lonely in his absence and thinking that you would be content with just staring at the back of his head for a little while longer, he just had 'one more bit to go’.

He was wrong, and so were you.

'One more bit’ turned into another bit, which turned into another hour, him wanting perfection, but you were wanting comfort. A shoulder to lean on, someone to hug you and make you feel like things were going to be alright. Maybe you shouldn’t bother him with your stupid problems, them seeing completely irrelevant and mundane compared to the complexity of the issues that he was facing, but you were still hurt. You felt unimportant, like a burden, confused, and not knowing why. You felt like you were slowing him down and you knew that people finding out that he was friends with a fat girl would cause him problems, and you didn’t want that to happen. You were growing cold on the couch, both physically and mentally, your brain feeling like a fuzzy TV screen, and you really just wanted to go home and cry, trying to get his help was a mistake. You had grown way too dependent on him, and grown too attached. You had grown to love him more than a friend should, and you needed to get away from him before he found out. Maybe you could go home now, he didn’t even know that you were feeling this way or that you wanted to talk to him, it would be easy.

“Joon, I think I’m gonna go.” You stood to leave, not really trying to meet his confused gaze, and you shuffled towards him, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, mumbling a quick 'I love you’.

“Hey, you don’t have to go. I got distracted with this, I didn’t mean to ignore you. We can hang out now, if you want.” He reached out his hands and slid them down your arms, wrapping his hands loosely around your wrists with a bashful smile. You briefly considered staying again, but the tingles and jittery feelings of his hands on your squishy arms reminded you of your need to go. You smiled tiredly, your round cheeks protesting against the simple action, and shook your head.

“It’s fine, Joonie. I have to get up early for class tomorrow anyway. I’ll text you.” You weren’t sure if you lied or not, your mind was blank and you weren’t sure of anything at this point. You bent over and tugged your boots over your chubby calves and tugged your hoodie over your head, fluffing out your hair and offering a wave while you walked out the door, closing it with a small sigh. Everything would be fine.

~

Everything was not fine. As soon as you walked through the door to your apartment, you felt frustration build up in your chest, not understanding what was going on, what had went wrong to make you feel this way. It was nothing short of a miracle that you managed to keep it together during the walk home, the brisk night air gave you something to focus on. There wasn’t a distraction here. The silence of the apartment closed you in, made you feel like a caged animal with no where to go or hide. It told you that it knew everything, your shortcomings, your flaws, your fears and doubts, and it mocked them. You turned on music, trying to fill the silence with something, anything, but it was still there. You found yourself pacing, walking around in a circuit- in front of the silent TV, the window and door, behind the couch. You started digging, sinking your nails into the chubby skin of your forearms and picking and scratching, needing to fidget, needing to distract. You couldn’t think to turn on the TV, you couldn’t think to maybe call someone, like your sister or friend, and have them talk to you about unimportant tasks, distracting you from yourself. You were crying, you felt the tears streaming down your face but there was nothing you could do. You were trapped, a prisoner of your own mind.

~

You woke up the next morning in your bed, not remembering getting there but also remembering that you blacked out when things became too much, your mind being put on neutral and your body just going through the motions. You had no class today, you accidentally lied to Namjoon, and you were thankful and upset. Thankful, because you felt like an exhausted mess, and upset because there were no distractions. You sent a brief text to Namjoon, apologizing for your odd behavior and apologizing for being wrong about having class today. You shut your phone off without waiting for a response and chucked it somewhere on the couch next to you. You flipped on the TV, looking through the channels aimlessly until you settled on some nature documentary, it being the perfect background for you to zone back into your thoughts.

School was going well enough, your social life was lacking but then again it always has, nothing 'bad’ had really happened lately. You still felt like you were being too reliant on Namjoon, too clingy and needy, loving him too much, and you knew that you wanted to distance yourself from him a little bit, learn to deal with things on your own. You decided to turn your phone back on after you managed to rethink every single one of your life choices and regretted them in some way, needing the distraction and something to focus on, to keep you occupied; the nature documentary wasn’t cutting it. You received an influx of notifications, most from Namjoon, all asking you if you were upset, if you needed to talk, to all of which you just responded with a simple 'no’ and you started scrolling through Instagram, double-tapping every single post without even looking at the picture or reading the caption, the rhythmic tapping somehow calming you a little. You put your phone on 'do not disturb’, Namjoon had grown a little irritating, texting you constantly and trying to get you to respond, he was 'worried about you’ and saying that you 'seemed off’ and 'maybe you should talk to me’. Something that you wanted so badly yesterday now seemed terrifying, the thought of trying to voice your doubts and fears scaring you, knowing that they probably sounded ridiculous to someone who had to work so hard to get to the place he was, and wanting to deal with it on your own, feeling like he felt obligated to care and help. You were also afraid of him catching onto your feelings, feelings that definitely would not be reciprocated. You could handle it.

~

You hadn’t really talked to Namjoon in four or five days, you hadn’t really talked to anyone in four or five days, simply going back and forth to class, coming home and doing your work, and just trying to fall into a routine that kept you distracted. His texts slowed down but they never completely stopped, stating that he 'may be busy, but he still wanted to talk to you’ and that definitely sealed the deal on not telling him or bothering him, not wanting to get in the way when he was busy working and making something of himself, unlike you. You were proud of him and didn’t want to hold him back.

It went on like that for another week, you being numb to your feelings and missing Namjoon, but knowing that he was busy doing what he loved and that you were a distraction, something that could ruin his image. You texted him back occasionally so he wouldn’t think you were dead and he wouldn’t worry too much, telling him that you were fine and that nothing was wrong and that you needed space. Things slowly became a new version of normal, and you shoved your feelings into a box and put them on a high shelf in the back of your mind.

You just finished the last class of the week and you were ready to go home and relax to the best of your abilities, maybe watch a movie and take a nap or go to bed early, the thought speeding up your walk to your apartment door. Before you were even down the hall, you saw a familiar head of brown hair pacing by your door and your heart sank into your stomach, slight panic taking its place. You tried to ignore the feeling of relief that you felt, pretend it didn’t exist, at seeing him in person again after avoiding him for almost a week and a half. You considered turning around and high-tailing it to a nearby café, but seeing how worried and scared he looked, you felt guilty for even thinking about it. So you steeled your nerves and pushed your shoulders back and almost stalked down the hallway, a trick you learned when you were an unconfident and uncomfortable high school student: when you feel unconfident, fake confidence. A look of relief washed over his face when he saw you, and he looked like he was going to yank you into his arms, but at the last second he thought better of it.

“I’m sorry that it seems like I don’t appreciate you, but I do.” You furrowed your brows and cocked your head to the side, unlocking your door and pushing it open.

“I know you appreciate me. You have nothing to apologize for.” You gave him a soft smile and made to walk into your apartment but he gripped onto your hand and gently pulled you back, intertwining both of your hands in his while looking down at you with a small smile and raised brows.

“Then I want to spend time with you. I miss my best friend.” You bit your lip, the offer sounding tempting, but you felt that you should turn him down, say you didn’t feel well so you didn’t have to do it; no matter how tempting the proposition was. He felt your hesitance and his shoulders sagged along with his smile, and he dropped your hands and rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly.

“We don’t have-”

“I want to. I miss you too.” You pulled him into your apartment and shut the door, watching with a smile as he ran over to your couch and flopped down on it, hugging a pillow to his chest. You sighed, your heart fluttering at his actions, and you realized how much you really missed him.

“I’m calling in a pizza, you pick a movie.”

~

“Come closer to me~. You’re never this far away.” The movie was playing in the background and you could tell that neither of you were really focusing on it, which wasn’t really surprising. You followed his request and scooted closer to him and he rested his head on your pillowy thighs, smiling contentedly when you moved to start playing with his hair by reflex. He had a dopey look on his face, he wouldn’t look away from you even if you were watching the movie, and you raised your brows at him in search of an explanation.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” You looked up to the ceiling and snorted, intent on hiding your rosy cheeks, believing that this was a joke and you didn’t want him to see how affected you were by it.

“Beautiful for a fat chick, right?” You clarified, and he clicked his tongue in a scolding tone while sitting up off your lap, turning his body to face you and you did the same.

“Why would you being fat put you on a different standard of beauty, Y/N?” You looked away and shrugged, not really having an answer other than the fact that you were told that your whole life. He slowly reached forward to tilt your head back towards him but you moved your head away from his palm and he settled for tucking your hair behind your ear and stroking your cheek with his knuckles.

“Why didn’t you talk to me for a week and a half? Why won’t you look at me?” You released a shaky sigh, trying to come up with a believable lie and failing, so you decided to settle for half-truths.

“You were busy.” It was a horrible lie. He was always busy and that’s never stopped you before. He gently grabbed your arms and flipped them palm up, looking at the scabs that you created on yourself from your anxiety a week ago. He swore under his breath and pulled your face to look at him, holding it there firmly. He didn’t speak for a while, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it you assumed, and you were preparing yourself for the worst.

“You know that I’m never too busy to talk to you and help you through your problems, Y/N.” You sighed and rolled your eyes, not believing him at all.

“I’m not going to put my stupid problems on your plate when you’re already working so hard.” You snapped, becoming uncomfortable because he was getting too close to the truth and he narrowed his eyes at you, studying your face and body language.

“You’re not a burden or a waste of time, Y/N.” Bingo.

“I… I never said I was-”

“You don’t have to say anything. I noticed. I notice you.” You were silent, terrified of the other possible things that he could have noticed. He continued.

“You have no idea of how hard it was for me to blatantly see you struggling and waiting for you to bring it up when I have the sneaking suspicion that you never will. But I kept waiting, believing that when you were really struggling and in pain that you would trust me enough to tell me, but I guess I was a little wrong.” You’re eyes widened at the notion of him thinking that you didn’t trust him, the notion sounding absolutely ridiculous. Of course you trusted Namjoon, he’s your best friend for a reason!

“The fact that you think I don’t trust you is almost laughable. There’s a reason why you’re the only person I even considered bringing up my problems to. There’s a reason why I let you touch my stomach and hips and trace your mindless doodles on them. There’s a reason I let you hold me at night when you can’t sleep, even though it makes me slightly uncomfortable to be so close to someone that means so much to me. I trust you.” You raked your nails through your hair, moving to get off the couch and he grabbed your hips and hauled you onto his lap, you automatically struggling, not wanting to be held so close to him when you were already struggling with your feelings.

“Then why won’t you trust me now? Why won’t you let me hold you now?” He had a sort of teasing lilt to his voice, something that confused you but you ignored. He had you straddling his lap, something you two had always done, but it felt different this time. The way his thumbs were rubbing small circles into your wide hips and the way his eyes, with a hint of a smile in them, peered into your own felt different this time. The feelings were overwhelming, the look in his eyes was equally overwhelming and hard to read, everything was overwhelming. So overwhelming that you needed to get away from it or you would do something that you would regret, like kissing him like some cliché movie moment, so you opted for the truth, which you were sure would scare him away.

“Because I like it too much! I like you too much!” You whined, just wanting out of the situation, watching his eyes widen and waiting for the inevitable.

But he laughed.

You groaned and he tugged your head into his shoulder, letting you hide your blushing face in his hoodie while holding the back of your head, with his other hand caressing your side gently, tracing every bump and swell that he found.

“Now was that so bad?” He sounded smug and your stomach did an uneasy flip, fearing that he was teasing you, mocking you and that he had been waiting for this moment for so long, to make fun of you and embarrass you, something you knew he wouldn’t do out of meanness, but it still scared you. He tried to tug your head out of his shoulder but you refused to be moved so he let you be and wrapped you in a hug, his arms sinking into your skin, something you knew he liked the feel of because of how much he told you about it, how often he called you warm and comfortable, like a fluffy and soft blanket.

“How long have you known?” You had turned your head so you wouldn’t be muffled, but it still came out rather hesitant and shy and he shivered beneath you, because your breath accidentally puffed against his neck. He was silent for a few moments, thinking.

“The guys probably knew way before you did because they were watching us like hawks, believing that we would eventually get together, so they noticed the small changes in your personality easily.” He paused, gathering his thoughts and you could imagine his face, eyebrows knotted together, lips pursed and eyes towards the ceiling in thought.

“And when Seokjin told me I had refused to believe him, calling him crazy because in my mind there was no possible way that you liked me back, not your dorky and too tall for his own good best friend. So I ignored it until I started to notice it too, the way you blushed when I touched your hips or played with your hair and you had the cutest little blushes and smiles when I treated you very gently, which gave me a huge confidence boost because I thought I was touching you wrong for the longest time.” You felt your face heat up, remembering the first time you felt his wandering hands mapping out the features on your face or rubbing at your side while he was holding you when he couldn’t sleep, remembering the way your heart leapt out of your chest in worry, afraid that he was going to find something that he didn’t like. You pulled away from his neck and met his eyes, noticing the little blush adorning his face and the shy smile tugging at his lips with his hair falling into his eyes, causing you to reach forward and gently comb it out of the way with your fingers. You blushed and slowly removed your hand but before you fully moved it he snagged it in his hand and pressed a small kiss to the inside of your wrist and refusing to meet your gaze afterwards, but not letting go of your hand.

“You said 'back’.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said 'liked me back’. So you like me too.” It was a statement more than anything but he nodded anyway and it was his turn to nestle his head into the space right above your heart with burning cheeks, and you felt the way his breath fanned against your left breast and you shivered as well, the feeling pleasant and comforting for some reason. Once he calmed down, he moved his face and pulled you closer to his body on your lap, not leaving a whisper of space between you two and your height difference was evened out, leaving your eyes level. He looked like he was going to kiss you, slowly moving his head forward and his gaze flickering to your lips every now and then, bit at the last breath of distance between your lips he grew shy and blushy, mumbling apologies with a breathy laugh while pulling away.

“I’m sorry. I’m too shy to kiss your lips right now. Can I kiss you here instead?” He pointed at your heart and you rolled your eyes, giggling nonetheless and nodding. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the skin and you felt your skin spark at the intimate contact, wondering how this kiss was better for him, but enjoying it anyway. He let his lips linger, almost avoiding your gaze when he pulled away.

“Why are you being so cute and shy? I’m not the first girl you’ve kissed.” You giggled, watching the tips of his ears grow a little red and he pouted, meeting your gaze.

“Yeah but it’s the first time I’ve kissed you.” He cringed at his words and swore under his breath, you groaned and lightly hit his shoulder.

“Way too cheesy, Joonie. Way too cheesy.”

Sherlock Valentine’s Day Challenge Day #1

“You shouldn’t have to spend Valentine’s Day alone.”

Sherlock x Reader

Side Note: It is still February 1st where I live! This is my very first published post fanfiction on this blog, I hope you enjoy reading it :)

Originally posted by reichebach

“I have decided…” John paused before he turned around to face you at your dining table, “to propose to Mary. I already bought the ring." 

Your face lit up as you slammed the refrigerator door closed and clasped your hands in front of your mouth, meanwhile facing your brother. Your smile beamed at John as you walked forward to place your hands on his shoulders.

"John that’s… That’s simply amazing! She is going to be ecstatic." 

Pulling his body towards yours, you wrapped your arms around John’s waist with a giggle and placed your chin on his shoulder. You felt his chest vibrate as he let out a laugh of his own. 

John’s smile reflected yours as you both pulled away, him leaning forwards once again to kiss you on the forehead. 

"When are you planning on asking her?" 

"I decided next week at the restaurant we visited on our first date - she couldn’t stop talking about the piece of cake she had as dessert for days.” John’s face contained a faint smile as he looked towards the floor in slight embarrassment, “I asked the owners if I could place the ring on top of a piece for her." 

"Wow, who knew big brother would grow to be such a stereotypical romantic?” You teased, “I’m just joking. Honestly, it’s going to be perfect, she’ll lo-" 

You paused instantly as your eyes travelled towards the calendar that hung on the flat’s front door. 

Your brother’s smile faded. "What? What’s wrong, Y/N?" 

Silence filled the air as an even bigger smile began to encompass your features. You let out a squeal of excitement. 

"John! It’s Valentine’s Day, remember! Why don’t you propose to her today?” The look of sheer panic that crossed over your brother’s face would have been hilarious, had you not been so serious. "No, no! It’s okay! The probability of her saying yes is increased on this day due to the overwhelming amount of pressure to comply with such a romantic proposal - maybe it will even be increased due to her amount of love for you! I don’t really know. Us girl’s don’t suspect too much from our men, but as soon as you propose to her on the most romantic day of the year, she cannot say no!“ 

John almost commented on your similarity to him before he caught himself, and forced his mind back to the topic at hand. "But that’s so soon! I’m already nervous as is, we don’t need to add more pressure to the situation." 

You raised your eyebrow at John. "Do you trust me?”  

“Of course, Y/N." 

"Then do this. Now! I’ll help you." 

John gave you an unsure once over. "We were going to spend the day together. I know how important today is to you and-" 

"Nope, nope.” You said, drawing out the last word. “No pity party today! I completely forgot what day it was for a second and I only agreed for you to come over because-" 

"But, Y/N, you shouldn’t have to spend Valentine’s Day alone…” John’s voice slowly lowered to an almost whisper, and his shoulders lowered. “Not after what happened.”

You let out a groan before turning around to place your hands on the edge of the counter. “I thought we agreed to not talk about it." 

"We can’t just pretend it never happened. Mary helped me through it and I still frankly think you need to find someone new. It has been two years, Y/N.”

Don’t." 

John’s mouth opened a few times, contemplating what to say next before he gave up due to the incredibly sensitive topic. ”Fine, but I came here today for a reason. I’m not leaving.“ 

"Oh, yes you are.” You wiped under your eye quickly and sniffling before turning around. “I will not let you pass up this opportunity. I will not let you regret." 

"Y/N…" 

"It’s okay, John. I won’t be alone.” You give him a sad smile, “I still have Sherlock." 

"Y/N.” John gave both a disapproving and sympathetic stare. You always continued to declare that although you both knew he wasn’t coming back. 

“I’m going to visit Baker Street later and revisit the memories. I haven’t seen it in years and I talked to Mrs. Hudson on the land line… It’s still vacant.” You felt the tears coming on but refused to break in front of John. He didn’t need to feel this terrible on one of the happiest days of his life. 

“I’m not sure I want you to go." 

I’m not your little sister anymore, John - I can handle it alone. I want to go.“ 

He let out a sigh. "Only if you promise to be by Mrs. Hudson’s side more than half the time." 

You rolled your eyes at his choosing to ignore your certainty on the alone aspect. "Only if you promise to propose to Mary. Tonight." 

Your brother pulled you towards him for another hug before he answered. John’s eyes closed as he breathed in your hair. 

"Okay, okay. I will, I promise. You?" 

You smiled one last time before burying your head in John’s neck. 

"I promise." 


You began your slow ascend towards the second floor of the Baker Street lot, as the sounds of your footsteps squeaked and echoed throughout the empty flat. Mrs. Hudson wasn’t there but on a trip in Wales to visit her sister. You had lied to John in order to come to the place alone and set your emotions free if needed. 

Your hands glided across the walls as you took in the atmosphere you had missed so dearly. The sounds of distant memories floated in the vast space around you as you finally reached the door to the room where it all began. Slowly reaching out before you, you pushed the door open as a tear slid down your cheek. 

It looks as if it was all just yesterday. 

You took in everything around you - the vibrant smiley face laden with bullet holes, high windows flooding in the light from the fading sun as dust particles floated in thin air, papers scattered on the tables and everywhere in between… Before your eyes met the chair your husband had frequently sat in, hands and fingers stretched beneath his chin while you sat with your legs stretched horizontally across his - complete with your arms wrapped around his waist as you slept peacefully beside the man you loved. 

You wasted no time and walked to the chair, instantly imagining the warmth that was once always there and curled up to close your eyes while letting the tears fall silently. 

As you laid there, much similar in position to how you had always sat with Sherlock, you slowly drifted off to sleep with sunlight streaming upon the glittering wetness on your face. 

Hands placed a big enough blanket to tuck around your body before he kissed you on the nose - his favourite spot to show affection. 

With a whisper, his voice lulled you deeper into a calm sleep. 

"Happy Valentines Day, Y/N. You won’t be alone - I’m here to stay.”

Chance and Choice (Part 3 of 10)

Summary: Reader has just about given up on love. A gag trip to a psychic reveals the supposed name of her soulmate. Will she ever find him?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Natasha x Steve, Wanda x Vision

Word Count: 1,130

Warnings: drinking, language

A/N: This is a drabble series I’m trying out. It’s my second thing ever posted. Also, Bucky is in the next chapter, I promise! And who is reader’s soulmate?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

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Finally went to see Wonder Woman yesterday! 
I’m glad it did well, but my personal overall impression was “meh”
Since a few people asked me about it, I’m posting my more detailed thoughts on the movie, and the DC movie franchise overall, under the cut (because spoilers and also it’s a lot of text):

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Eleventh Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third

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They’d been forced to leave northern Minnesota mid-February after Mulder caught one of his bosses staring longer than necessary and asking more personal questions than Mulder deemed appropriate for someone on the run from all kinds of law to be able to answer. Scully had quietly left with him at midnight, walking away from her job, her semi-friends and her identity as Ella Fargas, the nice janitor lady at the high school who hadn’t flinched, regardless of what she had to clean up, which impressed everyone at that school above and below the age of 18.

They’d learned, over the years, to keep everything packed up and ready to go. They didn’t have too many personal possessions but what they had, they didn’t want to lose. Scully’s suitcase contained her clothes, her carved chess set and the ornaments they’d collected while her backpack contained the monstrous medical exam and study book she’d received the previous Christmas from Mulder because ‘he didn’t want her to lose all those smarts she had’. In Mulder’s suitcase and backpack were his laptop which they’d saved months for and gave him access to the world, articles, newspapers, the Internet and forums for everything and anything he wanted to find out. Also, his notebooks, a collection of stolen pens and as he told Scully, a few other odds and ends that were completely and totally useless but completely necessary to life.

They lived out of these bags, two each plus a third large duffel for winter gear, shoes and food in case of quick getaway.

This out-of-suitcase living was now so common place that when Mulder forgot momentarily and hung up his clean shirt in the closet, she gave him a look of such incredulity that he flushed, feeling like he’d cracked their system in half and the world was on the verge of collapse.

Then she smiled at him, taking the shirt from the hanger and folding it, packing it away with the rest of the newly laundered items, “brain farting, as you put it Mulder, is not usually your style. Got something on your mind?”

“Not yet.” Squeezing her hips as he slipped by her, “I’ll tell you if it pans out though, promise.”

Now intrigued, she carried on with her nightly routine, bathing, hair-drying, reading, having Mulder quiz her, volleying back and forth about some whacked-out theory Mulder found online before she asked again, “what are you planning in the brain of yours?”

Poking her side as he lay next to her under the sheets, “hey, a little intrigue is good for us. Keeps the fires alive.”

In one fell swoop, she rolled him over, climbed on top and pushed his shirt up around his neck, “I think our fires are just fine.”

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They wandered East and West, North and South, back and forth, two days or a week at a time, deciding the comforts of their semi-settled Minnesota existence might not be the best way to go for awhile. It wasn’t until late September that they slowed their ramble, Scully becoming frequently more ill-at-ease with the aimlessness of their journey. She’d made it through almost three years but it was taking its toll. As a couple, they were doing okay, the occasional fight, the occasional silence, the occasional mutterings of ‘jackass’ and ‘pain in my ass’ while both fumed at one another, testing who would crack first and apologize.

But her mind and her spirit were exhausted and it showed, Mulder apologizing more frequently and hugging her more closely than she thought possible.

One morning, huddled safely in a cabin they’d rented in cash, off the beaten path to all but the passing deer hunter, he pulled her towards him, moving the stray blonde hairs from her cheeks, “hey Scully?”

“Unless you have breakfast somewhere in the vicinity of my mouth, don’t wake me up.”

Knowing her just that well, he held up a torn section of cinnamon roll from last night’s dessert, “will this do?”

Eyes still shut, she opened her mouth and accepted the peace offering, sucking the icing off his fingers with a slow, drawn-out lip smack, “yes. What do you want?”

“What would you say to us looking for a place to live, like a real place to live? One with walls and windows and a fridge bigger than a stamp and maybe even more than one toilet.”

He really should have waited until she’d swallowed before dropping this bomb on her and it took a few minutes to dislodge the dough from her lungs, coughing until she cried then calming again from her scary little fit of near-death, “what?”

Mulder could smile now that he knew she wasn’t going to die in front of him, “I was thinking that we could start concocting some kind of story where we’ve gone our separate ways and you would like to come back to the real world and need help finding a house and you could talk to Skinner and see if it’s even possible. Have him feel things out, maybe ask around to know if it would be safe for you to go back to normal.” Sliding her gently back down to lay beside him, “I can’t keep doing this to you. You deserve more than hotel mattresses and living out a suitcase.”

“Mulder …”

“No, I think we should think about this. If it works, then good but if it doesn’t, at least you know we’ll have tried.”

“You … you wouldn’t really leave though, right? You promised.”

“I would be perfectly content to hide in the house all day. I can go running and outside after dark or if we get a place with enough land, I could garden or build stuff, who knows. I just know that I can’t do this to you anymore.”

The thought honestly scared her but in a giddy, good way and kissing him, icing still on her lips, they celebrated the possibility of not having to run anymore.

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It was a long process and they were holed up in North Carolina when Christmas arrived, with two feet of snow, windchills in the double negatives and a Mulder-smile, commenting on how it felt just like they were back having their first Christmas together, only naked this time.

Even though it wasn’t Christmas morning, Scully leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved his gift, “open it. I know it’s early but open please.”

Never arguing with an unclothed Scully had been his personal rule since the first time he’d laid eyes on her perfect breasts and not about to break that rule, he took the gift, unwrapping it with paper flying everywhere, then staring at it in confusion.

It was a clear ornament, one that unscrewed in half, holding a single key.

Opening the orb slowly, he took out the key, never taking his eyes off her, “you have me totally befuddled.”

“That’s one of our house keys.” Now he just looked so totally ‘what?!’ that she smiled, sitting up, wrapping comforter around shoulder before continuing, “the paperwork went through with a little help from Skinner and the real estate lady sent the key to the Post Office box and I picked it up yesterday and thought it would be a pretty good gift.”

For some crazy reason, the fact that she would be in a home again soon, with him, like some sort of kind of a hint of a real family, made tears fill his eyes. Holding it up between them, “we should go look at it now.”

“Um, it’s after 9pm, it’s a three-hour drive and that boatload of snow out there isn’t just for looks. Maybe tomorrow or the next day after they’ve plowed some of the highways but right now, we’d be stuck before we got out of town.”

Impatient to the core, he opened his mouth to argue but she shut him up swiftly, her mouth covering his, her body following. Eventually, exhaustion forced him into sleep, mouth slack, body sated, limbs tangled with hers as he mumbled something about christening the new house as soon as possible.

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Three long days later, they were trudging through snowdrifts higher than Scully, forced to leave the car at the main road while they walked the half-mile to the house. Frozen solid, yet sweating profusely under their winter coats and leggings, they didn’t stop to look at the porch or the shuttered windows but went right inside, shucking off clothing to leave in a heap by the door.

Only when they were stripped down to jeans and thermal shirts did they look around.

This time is was Scully crying, stepping up the stairs a few feet to grab him in a proper hug, squeezing his neck until he choked out a laugh and she lightened her grip. Burying his face in the side of her neck, “welcome home.” A few minutes later, he peeled away from her, holding up a finger to keep her in place, which she obeyed with open wonderment. Watching him carefully remove a box from his jacket pocket, he held it up to her, still in its Christmas paper, “I would have given you this on Christmas morning but decided to wait until we got here.”

Intrigued, she ripped the paper, opened the box then removed a clear glass Christmas bulb. Without looking or reading the words on it, she looked at him, “you stole my idea.”

“Actually, Dana Scully, you stole mine. I’ve been waiting since October, when we decided to find the house.”

The Dana made her grin, the Scully made her warm from head to toe but the gift made her speechless. Inside, on a bunch of pulled apart cotton balls, sat a simple, gold band, a small, deep red-purple stone set with a small diamond on either side. Stomach officially all over the map and brain forgetting how to speak, she turned the bulb slowly, reading, “will you marry me?” and the year, Mulder’s script careful and precise in its sloppy familiarity.

She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t breathe. She could, however, feel her heart thudding against her ribs, painfully strong and erratic as all hell. The only thing she could do was stare, the tears blurring things before they fell but in between watery visions, she could see Mulder clear as day, across from her, perfect as anything in the world and all hers.

“Yes.”

The answer shot out towards him like a bullet, fast, sharp, crisp and unmistakable.

He laughed, truly afraid for a moment she was either going to faint, explode or most scary of them all, say ‘no’. Taking the ornament from her, he opened it, slipped the ring on her finger then held up the words to her again, “sure about your answer to this?”

This time her ‘yes’ was whispered in his ear.

anonymous asked:

It's totally ok!!! But if you do wanna practice writing for other fandoms, we can start easy! Jeremy getting a fever while gaming with michale?? Can be as short as you'd like, just experiment!

(I completely read this prompt wrong it’s flip flopped with Michael being the sick one but hey it’s my first BMC fic and I have no idea how to feel about it so I’m going to just post it and run)

“Michael, go left!”

“Got it,”

“That’s right, Michael.”

“Sorry, Jer.”

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I Missed You (Lin x Reader)

Word Count:1,367

Warnings: Swear words, Pessimism, Hospital, Surgery, Fluff

Authors Note: To the person who requested: I hope you feel better soon, and I hope this is what you were looking for. Definitely not my best work, but I’ve been working on this for hours so I think this will be the best it gets :) REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST YOUR PROMPTS. I ALSO LOVE HEARING FROM YOU GUYS SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. 

Request: Could you please write a one shot where the female reader needs an emergency surgery and Lin kind of helps her through it. I’m in the ER right now and I would really appreciate it. Thanks a lot :)

It happened unexpectedly and quite quickly. Also at the wrong time. Luck was never on your side, and today life decided to throw a big boulder on top of you that crushed you flat. Life was a bitch. You had decided to take a vacation to NYC by yourself to enjoy some time you had off of work. Your idea of a relaxing time off was cut short by an emergency surgery you needed to have. So now you sat in a hospital bed waiting for everything to happen with nobody next to you. “Miss, do you have anybody that you would like to come over before your operation?” a nurse asked. Your operation was going to be in a few hours, and all of your family and friends lived on the opposite side of the country. You knew they wouldn’t be able to make it, and that was a fact. You knew one person in the entire state of New York. Lin. and you hadn’t talked to him for many a years. Last time you saw him was in college. You guys had been best friends, but eventually drifted apart as he went into theater and you headed towards writing. You remembered him giving you a note at graduation with his phone number and a note that said: ‘if you’re ever back in town, call me.’ You had put the number into your phone but never had the guts to call him. That was 10 years ago. You wondered if he still had the same number as you pulled out your phone.
Lin pulled out his phone as he sat in a cafe. ‘Unknown number?’ he thought as he pressed the green button. “Hello?” he asked.
Your heart jumped to your throat, he sounded the same as he did 10 years ago. “Um, HI? Lin?” you said trying to be calm. “Who is this?” he questioned. “So this is going to be really awkward, I don’t even know if you remember me…” you rambled “Y/N?” he said. Lin’s heart skipped a few beats. He was flushed by the countless memories you two shared in college. Every party you two went to, drunken kisses you two shared (which you did not remember *YiKeS*), and his feelings which he had harbored towards you. “And to what do I owe this pleasure to?” he asked a smile spreading his face. “Remember when you gave me that note at graduation? Well I’m back in town… “ you began slowly. “You’re in town?” He questioned. “Yeah and I was wondering if you wanted to meet?” you asked. “When?” “Does right now work?” you asked hurriedly. “Now? Yeah that works” he responded packing all of his belongings back into his backpack, getting ready to leave. “Where are you?” He asked heading out of the cafe trying to catch a taxi. “In the hospital…” you said hoping he wouldn’t back out. “I’m headed there right now” Lin quickly said. When he thought you had hung up, he whispered into his phone “I missed you.”
A few minutes later a familiar person walked through the doors of your hospital room.”Lin!” you exclaimed feeling comfortable around him already. “Y/N!” He said before he realized you were in a hospital gown. He hurried over to you, “Are you ok?, What happened?” he asked. “It’s nothing,  just needed a surgery” you said smiling masking your emotions. Your friendship picked up just where it had left off. He pulled out a chair to sit next to your bed. A few hours must have passed because the nurse walked in. “Mr. Miranda, you have 5 minutes left” she said before walking out. That was when it hit you, you were actually going to have to do this. Lin must have sensed something because he pulled you into a hug. In his embrace you lost your hold on your emotions and began to cry. “Shhhh, Y/N it’s going to be ok, you’re going to be ok” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair. You pulled yourself together enough to look at him in the face. In this moment Lin made a snap decision, something he had wanted to do for 4 years, and regretted not doing for 10. He used his hand in you hair to bring your face closer to his, and softly placed his lips onto yours, uncertain. Before you could react or say something, the nurse returned and said his five minutes were up and ushered Lin out. You looked at him with wide eyes as he walked out of your room with a beet red face. He had definitely distracted you from your surgery, as your last thought before fading into the powers of anesthesia was Lin.
You woke up in your hospital bed, back in your room. You looked around and saw 20 ‘get well soon’ balloons scattered around your room with a few vases of colorful flowers. Confused, you looked around for a card or some type of addressed item. Your eyes landed on a small post it note stuck to your bedside table. ‘If you’re ever back in town, call me.’ it said. You suddenly remembered all of the events previous to your surgery. You frantically reached for your phone, also by your bedside, and began calling Lin. When he picked up you didn’t actually know what to say. A minute went by of complete silence before you finally broke it. “Lin, I need you” you whispered almost inaudibly. At that Lin was already on his way to the hospital.
He walked in sluggishly not knowing what to expect. When he arrived you smiled up at him slightly. He shuffled his way over to you. “Lin…” you began, your voice raspy. Lin reached for a cup of water by your bedside putting it up to your lips. You gratefully accepted, and took a big gulp. You swallowed before you continued “what happened yesterday Lin?” you asked. He looked at your fragile state before sighing. “I- I’m not quite sure Y/N.” he managed to get out before looking down at his hands. “Yeah, me neither. If you’re gonna kiss me, might as well do it right” you mumbled. His head shot up to look at you. “Shoot, did I say that out loud?” you asked turning red. He answered you by moving a hair out of your face, and leaning into you. This time he added just the right amount of pressure, his lips moving in sync with yours. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly letting him come in. Soon enough you went up for air. Panting from the heated kiss. “Was that better?” he asked, slightly chuckling. “Much.” you said, blushing.
He stayed by your side until you were emitted from the hospital, coming by every break he had. “Lin, you really don’t have to come every day” you said looking at him walking into the room. “Wow, and I thought you enjoyed my company.” he said jokingly, putting a hand over his heart. He walked over and pressed a kiss of your temple. “Besides, I come here to check out the cute nurse, not you” he said smirking. You swatted at his arm laughing. He stayed with you until he was called back to work.
You were out of the hospital in no time. Thanks to Lin’s company, time seemed to fly. Today was your last day in New York, and you decided to to out for dinner with Lin. You were outside of your Hotel room Lin following behind you, insisting you got back safe. You turned around after you opened the door. He handed you a small card with his hand writing on it.
‘If you’re ever back in town, call me.”
You smiled and looked up at him. “I hope it doesn’t take another 10 years” he said rubbing his neck, a smile playing with the corners of his mouth. You grabbed him by the collar and pushed his lips onto yours. When you parted you replied “It won’t, I can bet you that.” He turned to leave when you called out to him. “Oh and Lin, I missed you too.”

i wish there was anything in the notes of griffin’s post that wasn’t just ass-kissing. i wish valid criticism from people of color didn’t get drowned out by other white people going “don’t listen to those overreacting bullies!! you’re perfect and sooooo good good boys!! love you don’t change!!!!!” [kim_youre_doing_amazing_sweetie.gif]

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jealous baejin? ty!!

Originally posted by thew1ngs


partner.

member: jinyoung

rating: g


if the story completely cuts off right where the ‘read more’ is, i suggest you open this post on a computer/laptop or open it on your phone’s browser!


“Hey, ________,” Jinyoung quietly draws your attention to him, his eyes round and almost marveling at your face. You give him a little smile, ignoring the influx of butterflies in your stomach.

“Yeah?” you reply, angling your body towards Jinyoung who is conveniently seated in the desk next to you. 

“Do you wanna pair up for that assignment we were given yesterday? I really don’t know who else to ask, so…,” Jinyoung trails off, biting his lip as he looks at you hopefully. 

“Okay,” you reply, grinning at Jinyoung. “I don’t have a partner, either, so I guess we could partner up for it.”

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OK SO YOU KNOW THAT THING YESTERDAY WHERE I FUCKED UP???? WELL I WROTE A THING TO MAKE UP FOR IT!!!

Pairing: Mcpriceley
Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 1834

I actually plan to write more of this and actually post something to AO3 for once lmao. But for right now, this can stand on its own! I hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry AGAIN for yesterday haha.

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