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I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.

Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.

When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛

Hidden Stars Pt.1 (M)

Pt. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |  -  [Drabbles]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Smut/Angst 

Word Count: 9,925

Description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated. 

Originally posted by kookiefly

You could feel the music pulsing around your body as you swayed in time with the beat. There were packs of dancing figures surrounding you, and you suddenly felt the need for a break from the suffocating atmosphere. You wiggled your way through the mob of people until you reached the outside, and took in a relieved breath; but you immediately regret it because your lungs are instantaneously filled with cigarette smoke from the abundance of lounging celebrities.

You had somehow managed to make it into the VIP section of the club that night, probably due to the short red dress that hitched higher and higher up your legs with every movement you made. It was strange, every time you turned your head there was another famous person catching your eye. You weren’t too into celebrity culture, but you couldn’t help but find it kind of surreal seeing all these people that were usually just pictures in a magazine, or pixels on a screen, standing right before your eyes.

You couldn’t stop the fit of coughing that overtook you, as you tried to expel the rancid smoke that had invaded your body. You stumbled forward slightly, as you tried to make your way to the bar for a drink, when you suddenly feel a hand being placed on your back. You whip your head to the side to try and politely ask the stranger to not touch you, but when his face comes into view all of your words are lost.

There was no mistaking his raven black hair that paired with his fiery eyes, which contrasted greatly with his cute bunny-like smile.

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Debt - Otayuri Mafia AU

Otabek squirmed in his chair, his fingers opening and closing on the velvet of the arm rest, leaving damp patches of sweat. He tried to maintain his poise, back straight, face mostly stoic except for a tiny crease of his brow at the bridge of his nose. He sat there, desperately waiting for the negotiations to be over already.

His father’s face flickered in his memory, one more time. Dark circles, prominent stress lines, the man now looked ten years older, lost and defeated.

Eight Million.

The Altins owed the Nikiforov clan eight fucking million.

It was distressing Otabek. Even though he was sitting in a lavish manor in a perfectly air conditioned room, even though he wasn’t the one who was dealing with the discussion.

“Viktor listen… ” Otabek watched as JJ tried to convince the rival boss to allow more time for them to repay their debts. “We aren’t here to betray you. We’re just asking you to consider-”

“We’ve been considerate for the past five years.” Viktor cut him off, in mid sentence. His sharp glare boring holes into JJ’s mind.

Otabek knew his father had made a mistake by asking JJ to lead the settlement talks. JJ’s head was way too big to be bowed by authority. Not even by Viktor Nikiforov, the Mafia boss, whose word was enough to end a discourse or start riots.

Otabek was happy to be sidelined and not be the direct target of Viktor’s cold words. He wasn’t good with words. His strength was in strategic planning and execution. He was the proud owner of an athletic body, quick reflexes and a sharp brain. With his family name slowly disappearing down the drain, he’d sweated blood to regain their reputation. Otabek didn’t utter a word and let JJ handle his mess.

Otabek was still nervous though, he could feel the weight of the green-eyed gaze that prickled the hair on his skin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t deny the fact that the gorgeous young man sitting beside Viktor was indeed Yuri. Yuri Plisetsky.

It’d been five years since the last time he’d seen him.

He still remembered the lanky figure, twirling on the ice, easy and beautiful.

Otabek was eighteen when his father finally allowed him to join a public skating institute. On his first day, he was taken aback by the group of sturdy men huddled around a sixteen year old teen. The boy was busy, barking curses at his bodyguards, as if he wouldn’t be blown away if any one of them decided to sneeze. It was a sight to behold.

It was after closing hours at the institute, in the timeslots allocated for privileged students, that Otabek got to see Yuri. He knew the boy belonged to the Nikiforov clan, a second son, who was simply trying to pursue his dreams against the overwhelming burden of his family name.

Otabek felt for him. It wasn’t an unknown feeling to Otabek, to want to ditch your bodyguards for an hour or so and spin on the smooth surface of the ice, forgetting that there was always someone waiting out there to abduct you, or kill you, to take their sweet revenge on a dispute over so called territories.

Everyday, Otabek waited for his turn on the ice, patiently, arriving early on more occasions than he’d like to admit. He loved to watch Yuri skating.

He got all flustered when, after a month of watching from a distance, Yuri waited to see him practice.

The boy sprawled on the nearby benches, eyes skittering, following Otabek’s every move. Otabek got so self-conscious that he pathetically missed landing his Axel. Three times.

He didn’t finish his routine. It was impossible to focus against the sharp gaze that spread warmth in the pit of his stomach.

“Hey,” Otabek froze. He turned around, wiping his face with a towel, more to hide his flushed cheeks than anything else. He didn’t miss the tenderness in Yuri’s tone that generally cracked with frustration. “Will you help me with my Salchow?”

“Huh?” Otabek uttered, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that Yuri was actually talking to him.

Yuri rolled his eyes, stepping closer. “Will you teach me? You’re real good at this shit.”

“Sure,” Otabek blurted out without thinking, taking the offered hand in a firm handshake.

“Thanks man,” Yuri’s face beamed like sunshine. “I’m Yuri, by the way.”

“Otabek. Otabek Altin.”

“I know,” Yuri muttered, eyes crinkling with a soft smile that made Otabek forget his own name. And he thought this was going to be his best day ever.

That night, half of the Altin clan was slaughtered during a treaty meeting.

The horrendous act was condemned throughout the mafia world. The Altins had lost their leader. Otabek had lost his grandfather.

Otabek never stepped on an ice rink after that. His life became a game of cat and mouse as he struggled to remain alive every fucking day. With his grandfather gone, their old rivals had pledged to destroy every last Altin.

The tragic death ended all their ties with the other clans that had been built up on the elder Altin’s reputation, his terror. The funds from their allies soon got converted into debts.

It took them five years to re-establish their old position. But still, eight million was a tough ask to fulfil.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon on how the guys would react if Candy kissed them first instead?

How about,, I make drabbles, instead-//shot// yeah um I haven’t watched any of the other guys endings to Episode 28 (other than Armin’s/Kentin’s bc y’all know me) but either way - Castiel’s was my favorite to write. Enjoy.

and no i didn’t proof read anything because it’s very late ok and i edited this because my friend couldn’t see it so yeah


He couldn’t stop thinking about her. The girl that would sit in the middle of the class with the prettiest of smiles, the girl that would lend him a hand anytime that he asked for it, the girl that would make his day better every time he came. Candy. He’s had a thing for her for months; she left a great affect on both him and his heart. Yet he always doubted that someone like her would like someone like him.

As the bells echoed through the high school, the students filled the halls to treasure their break before having to be assembled in the gym. It was just the day after he and Candy went on some ‘dinner date’ with Rosalya and Leigh. Nathaniel couldn’t help but think that was a double date Candy had set up, but of course, he was never sure about it. One thing he was sure about was his crush on Candy.

Getting up from his assigned desk, he placed his belongings away before a voice interrupted his thoughts. “Hey Nath!” Candy greets, approaching him. “Oh, hey, Candy.” He replied, pushing in the drawer of the desk. “How’s it going?” He asks. 

“Nothing much, but…I really have to talk to you.” She said. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow to her. “Is that so?” He inquired, Candy gave him a nod. “I-In private, if you don’t mind! I just want to talk and-“

“No worries Candy, we can talk…maybe in the library?” Nathaniel suggested. “Since its break time I doubt anyone would interrupt us.” Candy put some thought into it, eventually agreeing with the idea. “Yeah, you have a point. So, let’s go, shall we?” She smiled, walking out of the classroom door. Nathaniel only thought in the back of his mind about how much he needed to talk to her as well. Walking by her side, he felt himself get nervous.

It was just a talk, sure, but a talk after their dinner date? That was a talk he wanted to hear more about. Eventually they went into the library, with Nathaniel closing the door behind them. “So…what did you want to talk about?” Candy took a moment to reply to that, slightly biting her lower lip. “It’s about…that little dinner that we had together.” She began. Now Nathaniel could’ve sworn she blushed mentioning it.

“I really felt like that dinner was a lot more than just…an outing, you know?” Nathaniel gave a slow nod, taking in every little detail of her nervous movement and her not making eye contact. That was until she walked closer to him, Nathaniel definitely said nothing against it, his face growing redder by the minute. 

“I don’t know how to explain it, but…do you think so too?” Candy asked, looking up to him. Before he could even reply, Candy got even closer to him to make him quiet. Placing a hand on his chest, she said in almost a whisper;

“Because I think you do,”

In less than a second later, she was kissing him. Kissing him. Nathaniel practically melted into the kiss, running his fingers behind her head and pulling her in to deepen it. He couldn’t believe it. If it wasn’t real he was still going to enjoy it. All of it, there wasn’t going to be any regret in this after all of the months knowing each other. As they separated, Candy looked up to him, all red in the face as much as he was.

Nathaniel was speechless, but gave her a warm smile. Candy leaned in towards him to give him a soft kiss, to ensure him that this was reality. Not some daydream that they were having. He finally spoke up, pulling her a little closer to him.

“I knew that you felt the same.”

Candy let out a chuckle, giving him a smile.

“Just as I did too.”


Castiel couldn’t feel more irritated with himself. With both the gym meeting in less than ten minutes and the possible ‘dinner date’ he just had with Candy. Irritated with the fact he didn’t know if she even liked him, especially after all the things they’ve been through, and with the fact he decided he was going to confess. He held the belief they had a chance with each other. Maybe even a little one, right?

Pacing through the halls, he went to search for her. He looked in just about any classroom door he could open; there was no sign of her. “Where is she at?” He asked himself, trying to think back to the last time he’s seen her. Yet, to no avail. Castiel’s head was way too full of annoyance to think about where she could’ve been. Rolling his eyes as slick as he could, he walked outside. Obviously the more the time had passed, the more that he would have to hurry up and find her.

He completely avoided the gym, in order to avoid attending the meeting early, and paced towards the school garden. And finally, there was Candy, who seemed to have her head in the clouds. “Finally…I’ve been looking for you forever now.” Castiel said, approaching her. Candy turned around to face him.  “Oh, really? It’s not time for the meeting yet.” She said, mumbling that last sentence.

“Well, what if I wasn’t trying to find you for the meeting?” He remarked. Candy gave him a slight look of confusion, then a playful grin. “Then, why don’t you just say what you need to say?” That was another thing he liked about Candy. She always seemed to know what he really wanted to do, behind all of those sarcastic answers he’d give. “I just wanna say…how I think you invited me to that dinner a lot more than just ‘friends’.”

Candy raised a brow. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, Rosalya and Leigh are a couple…” Castiel began, trying to maintain a casual expression, “And us being there? Looks a lot like a double date.” Candy grew a little red (probably because of how forward he was), Castiel was definitely giving her the signs. “I…I just… I just wanted to spend time with you, that’s all.” She mumbled, Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, annoyed with the same excuse every time.

“You always say that Candy, I can’t count how many times you’ve wanted to ‘spend time with me’.” He said, pointing to himself with thumb. Candy bit her lip, looking up to him as she approached him even closer. While, Castiel, continued on with his rant; “And, well – if you want to tell me something…then tell me! Because I can’t just read your mi-“

That’s when Castiel was cut off.  

Candy grabbed right at his shirt and pulled him towards her. Cutting him off her soft lips, pressing against his own. It took a moment for Castiel to realize, Candy was kissing him. He had saw that and Candy had her eyes closed tightly. By the feeling of it, she was determined to kiss him and he couldn’t even believe that little girl actually did it.

It was rough one, but it wasn’t like he was complaining about it. Due to the sudden kiss, Castiel opened his eyes  and broke it to catch his breath. There was a silence between them both.

Candy loosened her grip on his shirt, looking up to him. She leaned in to give him another kiss, that was soft and sweet. “Does that answer your question?” She said, letting him go. Castiel blinked but gave her a grin. “So, you actually like me? For my personality,” He spoke. Candy gave a little smile alongside a shrug.

“Hey, I was surprised too, but here I am.”


Obviously it was known that memory wasn’t necessarily his strength. But ever since the outing he had with Candy a few days prior, he had remembered everything he said like lyric in a song. He knew this had to be more than what he thought as an outing, Rosalya and his brother were there. The both of them. It was always like Rosalya even hinted that Candy had a thing for him, but he’d never believe it.  However, Lysander knew he couldn’t hide his feelings forever.

Lysander sat in his usual spot, a few desks behind Candy, but enough space to have a view of her. He hadn’t said a word to her ever since their dinner and he could tell Candy was bothered by it. It wasn’t her and he was going to tell her that. As soon as the bell rang, Lysander was the first one up out of all of the students, as Candy got up to leave, Lysander made room for himself to get to her. “Candy!” He called out, raising his hand a bit.

Candy turned to him, just a few feet away. “Oh, uh, hey Lysander…” She said, her hinting her sadness. “I would like to ask if we could talk in private, please.” He said, even though when he was in a rush, he’d always be formal. Candy gave a weak smile and a nod. “Sure, If you’d like.” 

As the halls started to become even more crowded, Lysander motioned for her to follow him. Luckily, she obliged without question. As they made it to the quieter part of the halls, Candy looked around. “It’s a lot quieter here…” She awkwardly began, it was obviously she felt un-easy ever since their ‘friendly outing’.

“Exactly why I bought you here,” Lysander smiled. “I just wanted to say…I’m not upset about the confrontation with your father. I can understand why he was angry…yet, I’m not affected by it.” He explained. Candy let out a sigh of relief, running her hand through her hair. “Y-Yeah, that’s good to know.” She said. Lysander gave her a confused look, even after what he said, she still looked nervous about something.

“Candy, you still seem to be bothered by something…”

“Huh? W-What do you mean?” She said. Lysander doubted that. He didn’t deem the statement as untruthful without a good reason, more like trying to brush him off from interrogating her too much. “Candy..if you have something to say, I’m here.” He said, placing her hand on her shoulder. Candy looked down at her feet for a moment, fiddling with her hands.

“Well something more like something I’ve wanted to do, for a while now…” She said, getting a little close to his face. Lysander blushed, not putting in any effort to move away from her. He looked straight into those pretty eyes of hers and he didn’t see a glimpse of any kind of joke she may have been pulling. Candy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Lysander relaxed into the kiss, caressing her cheek to deepen it.

A part of him saw the kiss coming, with how close Candy was to him. Yet, another part couldn’t even comprehend how it happened. He didn’t care about anything in that kiss, he only thought about the kiss they were having. A kiss the both of them have been wanting and finally, were getting. As Candy broke the kiss, Lysander smiled wide. “You have no idea how happy I am to finally do that.”

“And I had no idea I was even going to do that,” Candy smiled, Lysander let out a soft chuckle. Giving her a little kiss on the nose, they embraced each other a few seconds longer, before departing.

“Regardless, I must say…that I’m glad you did.”


Anyone would know how careless Armin was when he was playing games. A person could throw a paper ball at the back of his head and he probably wouldn’t even notice.  The world was basically shut off as Armin was turned on, playing his games. With the arrival of Ms. Delanay, it seemed like Armin had to comprise on how to sneak during class than using the classic ‘play under the table and no teacher would notice’ method.

So, the best method he could think of, was to wait after class. Of course he still passed the time by, usually trying not to fall asleep or just daydreaming. Not just about his favorite fighting character or his new customization he bought, he realized most of his daydreams would be about Candy. Some of them just them holding hands or him just being able to confess to her. But how? Armin was clueless when it came to love.

And there she was, sitting a few seats ahead of him, just taking notes. Armin sighed, resting his hand in his palm until the bell rang. Armin didn’t even move, he let all most of the students from the back get up before he did so he could get out of the class without being trampled on. Candy had already left, but he didn’t pay any mind to it. It’s not like he was going to confess anytime soon, especially after her father yelled at him.

Armin took no time trying to think of classrooms that’d be empty at this time. Leaving the classroom, he scanned the halls to see only a few students around. It may have been a few minutes before the meeting in the gym but that wasn’t going to stop him from having his fun. 

In fact, he knew the perfect place. Walking upstairs, he peeked into the science classroom. With no sight of Ms. Delanay he pulled the small console from his jean pocket, turning it on as he slouched on the chair to play.

“Alright, let’s get to it.” He mumbled, all focus going to that game. A few minutes later, little did he notice, a certain Candy found him. “So, you’re not going to the meeting?” Candy asked, walking up behind him. 

“Huh? No, I’m going to go…I’m just taking some time for myself, that’s all.” Armin answered, glancing up to her for only a second, just to look back at his game. Candy sighed. “Soo, I suppose you’re too focused on your game to talk to me.”

Armin smiled a bit. “Pfft…of course not, I can still talk while playing games.”  He said, smashing at those poor buttons. “Besides, Alexy has basically trained me to, talking to me all the time when I play and all.” Candy gave a little nod. “Yeah, but this is pretty important, actually…I think you’d want to hear it.” Armin paused his game for a moment, turning to her to give a look. “On a scale, how important is it?”

“To be honest…about an eight.” Candy said. Armin sighed, placing his console on the table as he stood up to her. “So, what is it?” He asked. He was eager to play his games but then again, with Candy being his first real crush; it was worth giving time for. “I want to make this as quick as possible, so you don’t get too impatient.” She said, rather quickly. Armin gave her a confused expression. “I can’t really see where you’re going with this, but…”

“Well, I’ll show you.” Candy said. Armin was going to remark about how she said it was going to be ‘brief’, until she cupped his cheeks and quickly pulled him in towards her in a kiss. Armin went wide eyed.  He grew stiff at her touch as his face grew redder than hers was. Of course, seconds later, he kissed her back. Armin placed his hands on her waist to pull Candy in more.

Before he knew it, Candy broke the kiss. They were out of breath and of course - Armin wasn’t experienced in it. To be honest, nor was he expecting it. Their blushes only grew darker the longer they kept eye contact. Candy finally blinked, managing to say; “Whoa…that was..wow.”. Armin let out a nervous laugh. “I know…I wasn’t expecting it either.” But his awkward smile was immediately replaced by smirk.

“But let me tell you, Candy… that you’re real good at it.”


Kentin’s crush on Candy wasn’t something new, of course not. He hasn’t had some small crush on her for a few months – he’s actually had a crush on her for years. Ever since he was in middle school with Candy, she left an effect on him. With her kindness, that no one else had given him. Or when she’d lend a hand when no one else would. Candy was amazing and he couldn’t think otherwise. That’s why, he finally grew the courage – after all those years – to finally confess.

He didn’t think of their dinner as a friendly outing and he knew she didn’t. Especially after they held hands under the table, that wasn’t some ‘friendly’ action. Kentin could swear that there was a connection between them both, not just at that moment, plenty of moments they had were more than just ‘friendly’ moments.

He was more than ready to confess to her and nothing was going to prevent him from doing so. Classes had already ended and in less than 20 minutes, he had to think of something to tell Candy. Rather than just confessing all of his feelings at once, he knew he had to give her a lot of hints – because of how oblivious she was to the light ones. 

Pacing back and forth down the halls, he kept mumbling to himself. It was like he was making himself a script or a ‘101 hints to say to Candy if she [still] doesn’t understand.

Letting out a sigh, Kentin swallowed thickly regaining his determination to confess to her. “Alright…time to find her,” He mumbled, walking down the halls, in search for his long time crush. He told himself it was more, it just had to be. After all of those signs that happened, it can’t be anything else. Yet again after all of the years, it could’ve been.  Opening up the door to the gymnasium, luckily, it was empty. No teachers, no students.

Unfortunately, there was no Candy. ‘Where is she…?’ He thought, looking around the gym. Holding his breath, he opened the door to the locker rooms, hoping that she was there. Candy quickly turned around to the click of the door, giving a smile. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you!” She said. “Same..for a while now, to be honest.” Kentin said.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?” Candy asked. “Yeah, I do…not unless you have something to say first.” He said, sitting himself down on the bench as he invited Candy to sit next to him. “Well, a few things,” She began, her eyes drifting away from Kentin’s. “I’ll make it short…I really don’t know where we are.”

“…Where we are?” He repeats.

“I don’t know how to explain but it’s like I feel that you’re more than just a childhood friend… sometimes, I feel close enough to be more but…then again, it’s like we drift away.” Candy said, looking back at him. Kentin looked a little lost. “You seem pretty confused, Kentin.” She said, letting out an awkward laugh. He could’ve sworn that was just a confession but there was no way he was going to ask, at this rate, at least. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” He said. “Well…then let me clear it up for you,” Candy placed her hand on his thigh and a hand on his cheek. Kentin already flared up, bright red, as Candy leaned towards him, adjusting his head to turn towards her.  That was when, she kissed him. Candy had her eyes closed as Kentin slowly closed his own, bringing his hand to the back of her head, taking her deeper into the kiss.

He waited for this moment and he was sure, during the kiss, Candy did too. He didn’t care who started it – as long as it was happening. He could feel his heart beating through his ears and the blood rushing to his cheeks, it was amazing. As Candy pulled away, Kentin gave a charming smile. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Candy chuckled a bit, giving him a sweet peck on his lips.

“I bet that it was just as long as I’ve wanted to.”

Originally posted by 50shadesofjaredleto

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” Jared’s voice rang out.

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

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

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

“I’m fine.” I finally whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready?” He pops up around the corner.

I nod, “Your house is gorgeous.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I take a deep breath, “Thank you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you hungry?” He whispers. 

“A little bit.” I whisper back.

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

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

“I. thank you Jared.” I whisper back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


the-bookish-soul  asked:

I meant to ask Feysand fluff fic I'm made you a cake

See my favorite thing as a writer is to write something totally off base of what might be expected from these prompts… I think I did that with this one… hope this is fluffy enough, friend. I’m kind of obsessed with it.

Feysand + “I made you a cake”


“Mor, have I ever told you how much I completely and totally loathe you?”

“Oh quit being dramatic,” Rhys’s cousin snapped from where she stood between him and Azriel, her hand in his. “You’re the one who said you wanted a night out downtown with all of us!”

“I meant a night out drinking, Mor. Drinking. Alcohol. The cheap kind. And lots of it, preferably.”

“There will be alcohol!”

“Yeah Rhys, didn’t you read the pamphlet?” Cassian sauntered up to his friend, hooking an arm around his shoulder. “‘Wine and Canvas Painting.’ Sounds delightful, right? A real party. I mean I personally am gonna get so– ow! Quit it!”

Mor leaned over and pinched Cassian in the side to which he yelped.

“Don’t make fun,” Mor hissed. “My friend Feyre is still in the early stages of starting her own business, and I want to support her. And you guys support me, thus, we’re going to drink wine and paint some damn canvases or so help me you two will–”

“We’re here,” Azriel cut in smoothly.

Mor gave Rhys and Cassian one last glare that would have sent other men running before sauntering up the steps and opening the door to a little shop with an overhanging sign that read, “Velaris.”

“That’s a weird name,” Rhys grumbled to himself as he followed after his friends.

Once they were inside and had taken off their coats, Rhys glanced appreciatively at the space inside. It was… nice, he would give it that. Spacious and warm and full of light.

Mor’s friend - Feyre - apparently owned this little studio and taught art classes all throughout the week. And every other Friday she taught a 21 and up class where they served wine while doing canvas paintings.

And Mor, being Mor, thought it would be a great idea to do that this very weekend instead of going out to their favorite bar, the Illyrian, like they usually did.

“Well where is this friend of yours?” Cassian grumbled. “And where is the wine? If I’m doing this I need to be drinking.”

Rhys and Azriel laughed, but quieted instantly when Mor glared at them.

“She’s probably setting up or something. But her sister and Amren are over there, come on.”

“Amren’s here?” Azriel paled. Mor ignored the other two as they snickered and walked ahead.

“Amren! Nesta!” She called out. Two girls in the back row whipped their heads around.

Rhys recognized Amren, the terrifying woman that Mor had introduced him to a few times. The other one, Nesta, must be Feyre’s sister.

Amren just looked the boys up and down and huffed before turning back around in her seat.

Nesta rolled her eyes at Amren and gave Mor a forced smile. “Hey,” she said without much enthusiasm.

Mor went to reply and sit in the open seat next to Nesta, but the next thing they knew Cassian had practically shoved her aside and was careening to sit beside the young woman.

“Well hello there,” he said in his charming voice. “I’m Cassian. And you are?”

Nesta just stared at him, completely unaffected.

“You literally just heard her say my name,” she deadpanned. She looked back over at Mor. “Mor, who the hell is this guy?”

“I’m sorry.” Mor just rolled her eyes. “I told them to be on their best behavior, but I only have one of them trained.” Azriel narrowed his eyes at her but she only giggled and moved to sit down beside Amren and Azriel followed suit on her other side.

“Oh I can be on my best behavior,” Cassian continued, clearly not taking the hint. “I can be on whatever sort of behavior you want, sweetheart.”

He leaned in close to Nesta, giving her his best seductive look.

She was thoroughly unimpressed.

“Get your face the hell away from my face before I break it.”

Cassian’s brow shot up in surprise and Azriel and Rhys both snorted in laughter. His surprise soon turned into wicked delight.

“Oh just wait sweetheart, you’ll learn to love my face. In fact I’ll bet you’ll be painting it before the night is over. Or perhaps if my charm really sways you, you might even be s–”

“Do not finish that sentence and do… not… call me sweetheart,” Nesta seethed.

Rhys was just about to go sit on the other side of Azriel to avoid all of… that, when someone bumped into him from behind.

“Oh, oh I’m so sorry! I just… well I can’t really see right now so…”

Rhys turned to the voice only to be met with a stack of canvases stacked way too high for one person to be carrying. The stranger’s face was hidden behind the stack and it was clear she couldn’t see anything in front of her. He chuckled.

“Do you need some help there?” He offered.

“Nope!” The female voice chirped brightly. “Nope I am perfectly fine. Just fine.”

“Really?” He drawled. “Well then by all means, continue your trek.”

The person froze.

“Right. Yes. Continuing now.”

The woman turned slightly to the left, then slightly to the right. She took a small step forward only to bump into Rhys’s other shoulder.

“Dammit,” she hissed under her breath.

Rhys laughed openly, reaching forward to take half the stack off of her hands.

“Here, allow me.”

When the stack was considerably lowered, Rhys finally saw the stranger’s face - and felt like he had been sucker punched.

With her eyeline free now, the girl blew a stray strand of messy hair away from her face. Her eyes were blue-gray and absolutely stunning. She had a single purple streak of paint on her cheek that he had a feeling she had no idea was even there.

And then she smiled up at him.

“Thanks,” she said, clearly not noticing that he wasn’t even breathing. “Are you here for the class?”

“I uh…” he stumbled, unable to tear his eyes from hers.

What the hell was wrong with him, he didn’t get nervous around girls? Especially not ones with paint on their face and a stubborn attitude to boot.


“Feyre!” Mor shouted suddenly, and the next thing Rhys knew his cousin was shoving him out of the way to give the woman an awkward hug over the canvases she held.

“Hey, Mor,” she said in a strained voice, giving Rhys a look that said ‘save me’ over Mor’s shoulder.

“I told you we would come.” Mor pulled back with a grin. “I brought Az, who you know, and then Cassian is the one over there about to get his balls ripped off by your sister, and it looks like you’ve already met my cousin, Rhys.”

“Yeah we… ran into each other,” Feyre said, smiling over at Rhys.

He could’ve died a happy man right then.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to get the class started,” she continued apologetically.

“Oh it’s fine,” Mor said quickly as Feyre started to make her way up to the front of the room. Rhys followed awkwardly with his half of the canvases. “Oh and happy birthday!” Mor shouted suddenly.

Feyre froze, whirling towards Mor but running into Rhys yet again.

“It’s your birthday?” Rhys asked, his head cocked to the side.

Feyre paled. “Yes, but don’t say anything else please. I hate celebrating my birthday, it’s just so awkward.”

Rhys grinned, his earlier awkwardness melting away and turning into his usual suave because now he had an in with this girl.

“My lips are sealed Feyre, darling,” he said softly as he sat down his stack of canvases and stepped closer to her. She looked up at him a bit nervously.

“Allow me to formally introduce myself since my cousin thought she needed to do it for me,” he said smoothly, extending his hand. “I’m Rhysand.”

He noticed her shiver and grinned a bit wider.

“Feyre,” she replied, taking his hand. “Feyre Archeron. And please don’t call me darling.”

Rhys laughed, walking backwards towards his seat.

“Whatever you say, Feyre, darling.”

“You know if you keep calling me darling I’ll have to come up with a name for you too. How about prick?”

Ohhhh, he liked this girl already. His smile said as much.

He finally made it back to his seat, plopping down next to Azriel. Cassian and Nesta were still at each other’s throats.

Rhys was watching Feyre as she set up her own easel when Mor leaned across Azriel and pinched his arm.

“Ouch! What, Mor?”

Mor grinned like a fox.

“I knew you two would hit it off.”

“You… you planned this?”

Mor only laughed, leaning back in her seat and grabbing the glass of red wine in front of her as she spoke to Amren. Rhys looked at Azriel incredulously.

He just shrugged as if to say, ‘what can you do?’

The class started, and Rhys found himself captivated by Feyre yet again. She spoke about painting reverently, it was clear this was her passion. Her eyes lit up and her voice took on a tone he could listen to for the rest of his life.

Then when the actual canvas painting began, she walked around the room and answered questions, helping here and there. She stopped by Rhys’s row a couple of times, but only long enough to chat with her sister, Amren, or Mor before skittering off to another place in the room.

Rhys huffed as she avoiding his gaze for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

Mor giggled. “The chase not working out how it usually does for you, cousin?” She teased.

“Neither is his painting,” Azriel murmured.

Rhys cursed his brother, elbowing him in the side.

“What do you mean?” Mor asked. “What’s wrong with your… Rhysand!” She shouted, leaning across Azriel and smacking him in the chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Stop hitting me!” Rhys hissed. The rest of the class - and Feyre, he observed - was watching them. “And mind your own business. I know what I’m doing.”

“Oh do you?” Mor drawled. “Well then by all means, show us your wooing skills.”

Before Rhys could say another word, Feyre had sauntered up right next to him.

“Everything okay back here guys?”

“Oh yes,” Mor said before Rhys could get a word in edgewise. “Az and I were just observing how wonderful Rhys’s painting is.”

Oh Rhys was going to kill his cousin.

“That’s great!” Feyre said enthusiastically, meeting Rhys’s eyes finally.

“Yeah, super great. Go ahead, Rhys.” Mor propped her chin in her hand with a sly grin. “Show her.”

“Well, Mor,” he seethed, turning his easel so Feyre couldn’t see his painting. “I actually wanted to show Feyre darling here my painting when the class was over.”

“Oh but it’s just SO good Rhys, show her now.”

“Yeah, show me,” Feyre jumped back in. Rhys melted at her soft smile, feeling a bit like a prick now. “I bet it’s great.”


“Oh for goodness sake.”

Mor leaned across Azriel for a third time, turning Rhys’s easel towards Feyre herself.


Feyre’s jaw dropped when she saw that Rhys had painted a… cake.

A terrible looking cake with blue frosting and candles that looked like sticks. And in black paint he had written across the top, “Happy Birthday, Feyre Darling.”

She was silent for a few seconds and Rhys thought she might have stopped breathing.


“I made you a cake,” Rhys finally said. It sounded infinitely stupider when he said it out loud. “Since it’s your birthday and I just thought… you’re smiling. Is that a good thing? Did I do something right or are you showing me pity?”

Feyre snorted, covering her mouth with her hand.

“I love it,” she said in between her laughter. “I mean it looks… utterly horrendous–”

“Hey now, this is exquisite.”

“But it’s very sweet of you,” she said, meeting his eyes with a genuine smile.

Rhys felt his own lips tilting upward at the corners of their own accord.

“Anything for you, Feyre darling.”

Feyre’s smile dropped and she rolled her eyes.

“You had to go and ruin it, didn’t you, you prick. Call me darling one more time tonight and I won’t go out with you when you ask me after class.”

“Oh I’m asking you on a date now, am I?” He asked, mouth turned up in wicked delight.

“Well you better. You already made me cake,” she gestured to the painting. “Now you have to buy me dinner.”

He met her teasing eyes and realized he was already in deep shit and he didn’t mind at all.

“Anything you want.”

The Very Bones Of You.

This is a continuation of Sonas/Happiness which was supposed to be a one shot but it had a fantastic reaction and actually this instalment will lead directly to another prompt I have received (watch this space!) So please enjoy my own version of events for early Voyager times - *spoilers for fans of the show only* H xxx P.S this is the first time I have ever written in Claire’s voice so please do bear with me if it feels a little off - I’m working it out :-)

I remembered a time in which the cold did not seep so easily into my bones, a time when my calves did not ache with the ascension of a single slope. I looked down at the grassy bank, just visible beneath the clutch of fabric in my hands and frowned. The grass, if it could reasonably be called grass at the length it was, had made various little nicks and cuts across my knuckles and for a moment I considered shrugging out of the woollen dress and continuing upwards in just my shift and stockings and bitter March wind be damned.

“Alright, Sassenach?”

I looked up, still grinning fiendishly at the thought of leaving the heavy garment to the elements and saw Jamie smiling back at me with a mix of amusement and pity. Clearly my laboured breathing had been more pronounced than I realised and I forced my trembling legs back into motion, lunging up the hill with a renewed determination.

“Of course, just … enjoying the view.”

The cheeriness of my tone and the vacant wave across the expanse of valley below us did nothing but cause Jamie to raise one arched red brow in my direction and hold out his hand.

“Let me help ye, lass.”

“Unless you mean to carry me …”

“I probably could. Ye’re a wee wisp of a thing! Did they no’ have proper food in Boston?”

Jamie caught my elbow as I huffed past him and helped me over a sudden rocky patch of earth, his own feet sure and steady on the uneven ground.

“Ha! Flatterer! They had plenty of food and I assure you, I ate plenty of it!”

I immediately regretted trying a form a full sentence as the air left my lungs in a rush of words and seemed to remain empty whilst I gasped, sweat prickling beneath my hair.

“Ach. Weel if ye did, I ken where it’s all gone.”

Jamie grinned with an exaggerated glance at my posterior. I rolled my eyes but didn’t have the energy for further banter. We crested the top of the hill and I all but collapsed onto the nearest boulder, mopping my forehead with my already sweat soaked handkerchief and grimacing. Jamie had settled on the ground before me, like a little boy in class ready for story time from his favourite teacher but his face was carefully blank – like Brianna’s before confessing to some naughtiness when she was a little girl.  

“So, we are now safely in the middle of nowhere - what is it you have to tell me?”

The element of surprise most often worked with Bree and sure enough, colour touched Jamie’s cheekbones that could not be put down to the cold alone.

“As a matter of fact there is something, Sassenach. I should have told ye sooner but … well. I should have and I did not and ye may hold me accountable in whatever manner ye please but I would ask that ye let me finish the telling before ye have your say.”

His head had been bowed but he looked directly at me as he spoke, his eyes fixed on my own and I saw both fear and love, each battling to outdo the other and I noticed that his hands were shaking.

“Jamie, whatever it is … I’m here. We’re here. We can tackle it together.”

He made a sound half way between a laugh and a moan and stood up, his whole body seemed to vibrate with nervous tension and my own leg twitched beneath me in response.

“What is it then?”

“I … Claire, I …”

He came and stood before me, arms held rigidly at his side and his gaze burning through me, furious and wild, his emotions barely contained and for the first time, I was afraid.

“Jamie, please…”

He nodded once, then twice and finally took a breath that drew his shoulders upward before releasing it slowly through his nose. I felt almost ready to scream, panic rising in my chest with every heartbeat but forced myself to stillness, waiting for him to speak.

“I got re-married, Claire. A few years ago when I was released from my debt of servitude in England, when I came back to Lallybroch and Jenny couldna stand my listlessness anymore… it was arranged and I was wed to a widow … and …”

Jamie had started pacing, gesturing with his hands when the words stuck in his throat but I could barely hear what he was saying. The wind seemed to howl around me, through me, blocking my ears and wrenching moisture from my eyes that I did not want to feel against my cheek. Everything seemed to sharpen into focus. The way the grey light of the sky above accentuated the deep bronze threads of his hair and muted the gold. How his shirt pulled against the powerful swell of his shoulders and his lips, slightly chapped with the cold, formed the words he spoke with a delicate precision. The rough feel of his hands on my skin as he cupped my face between them and his eyes, those beautiful, slanted eyes that he had passed down to his daughter, our daughter. Brianna. Oh Bree! To have put her through all that I had only for it to come to this …

As swiftly as thick grey blankets of fog engulf unsuspecting moors in winter, misery covered me like a shroud and I found myself too numb even to weep for all that I had lost and all that I had given away.

“Please say something Claire. I ken ye must be…”

I pushed his hand away and drew upon what little courage I had left.

“We don’t need to talk about it Jamie. If you could ask Ian or one of the boys to see me back to Craigh na Dunn…”


The violence in his voice shook the layers of shock cocooning me from the full impact of his confession but it was his hands on my arms that penetrated it, the sudden heat of him, and the feel of his fingers biting into my flesh. I looked away and closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight of him. Mine and yet not mine at all.

“When we first wed, you were marrit and ye had to make a choice. There is no choice for me Claire, it is you. It has always been you.”

“Jamie, don’t …”

“Look at me.”

I kept my eyes shut and felt the air stir by my cheek a split second before the warmth of his palm settled there again, as gentle as a hummingbirds kiss.

“Look at me, damn ye Claire. See the truth of it for yourself and know what ye are to me, what ye have always been and will always be.”

“I can’t. If I look at you … if … I … I won’t be able to leave you.”

My voice cracked and broke over the words as Jamie lifted me to sitting.

“Please Claire.”

I swallowed and forced myself to look; I didn’t want to but something deeper than want compelled me to it and I moved on instinct for it was all I had the strength to do.

He looked tired and afraid and in the moment before I blinked, I saw his twenty-six year old self, sending me away to protect our un-born child, the same haunted lines of misery in the corner of his mouth. Yes there was love, as there had always been love. But I had been a fool to think it was enough to overcome all other disruptions of life for twenty years. I had been a fool to come back and expect it to all be the same.

“I should not have disrupted your life like this. I had no idea you had … I found no mention of a … a second wife in the history books … but I am glad you know of Brianna. You deserved to know about her.”

My voice shook again but held firm and did not break.  

“I am glad ye came back.”

“You shouldn’t be!”

I shook my head and slapped my hand against the earth in frustration.

“Jamie, you are married!”

“Aye! To you!”

“No … I mean… yes but …”

“You are my first wife Claire, the only woman I have ever truly loved and you think I would cast ye aside for a sham marriage that Jenny concocted? Christ!”

“It’s not about casting me aside! It’s about what is right!”


Jamie roared, his face flaming as the fire of his temper lit and caught

“You are my heart Claire! I love the verra bones of ye! Do ye ken what it has been like to live without ye?”

“Of course I fucking know! I’ve done the same as you and more! I raised your child!”

We were nose to nose, our voices raised and echoing off of the ancient stone around us, twenty years of hurt compressed into the clipped sentences we could manage to form coherently.

“Then dinna speak of leaving for I canna bear it!”

“You think I can? What would you have me do?!”


I could not say which of us started it, perhaps it was him, perhaps it was me, but we came together with the fierce and desperate longing that I had remembered from our parting twenty years before. It was not the cautious love-making of Edinburgh, nor the joyous coupling of our days since. We were fighting with the need to consume each other, the metallic taste of blood between our lips and teeth marks blooming from stark white to heavy bruised purple on collar bones. The slap of hands against taught flesh and muscles quivering with the assault of our combined efforts.

The salt of his tears stung the abrasions his teeth had left on my breast as I clutched him to me at the last, the colours of him exploding behind my eyes as my voice rose toward the grey sky above, the noise entwined with his own cry.

“Thoir maitheanas dhomh. Thoir maitheanas dhomh, mo Gradhe.”

Jamie’s voice was hoarse, his cheek pressed into the damp earth beside my ear. My fingers stroked the thick tresses of his hair almost without my bidding. The weight of his body pressed me into the earth, our joining an anchor for us both. I clenched my muscles and felt him move, an answering touch at the very core of my being.

“There is nothing to forgive, Jamie.”

“Whatever there was between us is there still Claire, do ye no’ feel it?”

I nodded. Whatever else was true, it was between us still, the force which had been powerful enough to survive war and starvation, even lift the veil of time itself. I love the verra bones of ye he had said and I knew it to be the absolute truth for us both for even separated by two hundred years when all that had remained of him was bones, my heart had pined for its mate and here in his arms was where I felt the most alive I ever had.

Turning my head to face him, I realised that the decision was not mine to make. To say good bye or to move forward was not a choice I had; for I had placed my bets and allowed the chips to fall as they may and I had won more than I had any right to dare hope for. Jamie was alive, I had found him, and we loved one another still. Now I needed only to gather my winnings and carry on.

“What do we do now?”


Summary: Based on this request by @diving-down-to-wonderland

Hey doll :) I wanted to ask for an imagine where you’re Buck’s girlfriend but are also a bit shy. One time you visit him after work (you work at a Little cafe) and surprise him in his Apartment in the Tower just as he Comes out of the shower. You’re flustered at first and turn around but he Comes and hugs you. Then you tell him you’re finally ready to lose your virginity to him and he’s all gentle that night and later you cuddle :) and also something with his metal arm if you like hihi Thanks❤️❤

Bucky x reader. FLUFF/MODERATE SMUT. Word count: 1,749

TW: sex

A/N: Sorry this request took so long to finish, but I hope you enjoy it!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N, are you alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the last fifteen minutes,” asked your coworker Megan as you leaned on the counter by the espresso machine with a blank stare on your face.

”Oh, sorry Megan, I was just thinking. Slow night tonight, huh?”

“Yeah. You were thinking about Bucky, weren’t you? I can tell by that silly look in your eyes.”

“That obvious, huh? I just haven’t gotten to see him much lately with work and all. These evening shifts are killing me,” you explained.

“Look, it’s quiet in here anyway—just go see him! I’ll cover for you,” said Megan as she motioned to the back door. You smiled and took off your barista apron, hanging it on the hook by the door.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be willing to write the "I think I'm in love with you" sentence starter for deadlock mccree (assuming it's shortly before he leaves so he's like 17) and a fem s/o who ends up going with him to blackwatch?

“I think I’m in love with ya!”

Your eyes go round, your entire body freezing for a moment before the sound of a bullet ricocheting off of metal makes you duck back down, mind still shell shocked, your machine pistol going slack in your hand. Your eyes watch as Jesse stands, eyes narrowing as he fires off four successive shots before dropping to his knee behind the mangled train car, looking at your bashfully. He looks more nervous to face you after his admission than he does at the fact gunfire is raining down on the both of you. Your heart sped up impossibly fast before a soft whine broke from your lips, quickly followed by a stunned, breathless laugh.

“Really Jess”, you asked, yanking him by the collar to pull him away from a shot that you felt came uncomfortably close. The absurdity of the situation left you feeling dizzy, off kilter, adrenaline controlling more of your action than logic. “Of all the time ta tell me, ya wait til we’re bein’ shot at? Really?”

Deadlock had finally bitten off more than they could chew and were, in turn, ambushed for it. The train that was supposed to be full of weapons actually was empty. A dozen Overwatch agents had taken up position in several of the train cars and had surged out when the two in the lead had approached their car. From there, it turned into a shit show. Jacob, who was in charge of the detonating the explosives that were supposed to cut off a police response blew the charges early, sending the middle of the train plummeting into the canyon below. You and Jess had fell directly in front of the Panorama Diner, his arms wrapped around you before the two of you scrambled up and out when you heard a shout in Spanish from your side then more gunfire.

“Well you know I got impeccable timing darlin”, McCree teases, grabbing your forearm and pulling you with him as both of you began to fall back towards the small cave carved into the overpass. If you could make it there then you could keep falling back until you both were safe. “Reckon there ain’t no time like the present!”

Shoving your weapon into the holster, your hand dropped to your side pack, pulling out a ping pong ball that housed an impact smoke bomb. As the both of your legs pumped, you threw the homemade explosive to the ground, not turning as smoke began to cover your tracks. You stumbled over a larger rock, Jesse slowing for a brief moment to steady you before his hand grabbed yours, fingers lacing together as you ran. Neither of you wanted to go to jail…or worse. This isn’t the life either of you wanted but this was the hand you had been dealt. Orphaned by a war that you didn’t understand when you were kids, forced into an overly clogged foster system only to fall to the wayside, snatched into the waiting jaws of the Southwest’s ugly underbelly.  Deadlock greedily fed on the underprivileged, the exploited, the neglected and brought them into their illegal enterprise, promising family and protection for a price. The both of you had paid it in spades; whether murdering or weapons smuggling, robbery or extortion, the both of your allegiance to Deadlock trumping morality. Still neither of you wanted to die, and neither of you wanted the other to die either. So you would run.

“Always the romantic weren’tcha”, you shouted breathlessly as he yanked you into the tunnel that cut through the mountain, a haphazardly dug out hole in the redstone.

The sound of gunfire continued outside, shouts in Spanish and English, in a variety of accents filling the air but not quite reaching the area you two were hiding in. You and Jesse sucked in heaving breaths, hands still laced, Jesse cradling Peacekeeper to his chest with one hand. He winked at you playfully as the both of you leaned forward, finally acknowledging the comment you had made. Your breathing finally levelled out but that didn’t stop the thundering of your heartbeat in your chest as the truth forced itself up in this brief moment of calm.

You loved him too. You had loved him since you were 13 and he had brought you food and made you laugh after your very first hit. You had loved him since the moment the two of you had gotten drunk off of homemade tequila and spilled your life stories to one another, shoulders touching, knees bumping before falling asleep innocently tangled in one another’s arms. You had fallen in love with cinnamon colored eyes filled with laid back mirthfulness and cunning, unruly brown hair that was softer than you’d ever thought, with tawny skin that was constantly kissed by the sun, covered in tattoos and scars and more and more body hair. With his charming southern mannerisms mixed with fluent Spanish, even that damned cowboy hat and serape he insisted on wearing. You were in love with Jesse McCree and he had finally said the words that you craved to hear.

Outside sounds seemed to dull for a moment as you swallowed, stomach in your throat. Jesse was peeking around the corner once more to determine if it was safe to run or not, your eyes boring into his back.

“Y/N we ma–”, he started before cutting himself off, his brow furrowing at the intense look you had fixed him with. His eyes went a little round as they danced over you before jumping back to your face, worry coloring his features. “Hey, darlin’ are you alright? You ain’t been hit no–”

“I love ya too Jess”, you said quickly, the words quickly tumbling out of your mouth, watching as his brow relaxed before his eyes grew rounder than they had been the moments before. Your hand squeezed his tightly, biting down on your bottom lip but refusing to break eye contact with him. You fidgeted but kept speaking as you watched unabashed joy began to dance in his eyes, over his features. “I…I been in love with ya for a long while now Jess…I just…I just didn’t wanna mess up what we had…y’know?”

Jesse yanked your arm, pulling your body into his and wrapping his arms tightly around you. Despite the fact there was a firefight going on right outside, regardless of the fact danger lurked right around the corner, the both of you held one another tight. Relieved happiness unwound the anxiousness in your bodies, the satisfaction of knowing you not only loved but were loved in return filling the both of you up with joy. The found of a gunshot at the mouth of the cave tore the two of you apart, flustered smiles resting on both of your faces as you began towards the other end of the tunnel.


The barrel of two shotguns were aimed at either one of you, a tall Black man in a beanie frowning heavily at the both of you. Jesse’s hand had tightened around Peacekeeper, the weapon hanging loosely at his side as your own hand hovered over your own holstered gun. The sound of the hammers on both guns shoved ice into both of your veins as you both glanced at each other. You both were silently questioning one another, something that you had done a million times, assessing if you could manage to get away. Your leg twitched as if you would move backwards, the sound of someone coming up behind you making your head twist. You were effectively trapped. McCree lifted his right hand first, Peacekeeper hanging loosely off of his fingers and you followed suite.

“Woah there”, he said softly, trying to work that affable charm of his in the dangerous situation, something he had a knack for. “Now why don’t we all calm down and work outta deal here.”

((Didn’t quite get to the Blackwatch part but let’s just say he offers his skill for her safety lol))

Yes [Reggie Mantle x Reader]

This is my first Reggie Mantle fanfic. It’s nothing but fluff and cliches. Please give me feedback and ideas for more fics. Love, love. 


There was nothing that I hated more than parties. For some reason unbeknownst to my friends, the idea of being amongst hundreds of sweaty bodies tightly packed together and moving up and down to slightly hypnotic electronic music was not my idea of fun. If it were up to me I wouldn’t go within a 20-mile radius of a party but as per usual, it wasn’t up to me. “Don’t look now but I’m pretty sure that Reggie is staring at you.”

My angst filled thoughts were cut short by a tipsy Veronica who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “Don’t be silly Ronnie.” I tucked a stray strand of my curly brown hair behind my ear. “Why would Reggie even glance at me? He’s probably looking at you. I mean, why wouldn’t he be?”

A small smile played at her lips as she replied. “As much as I like the spotlight, I don’t steal it. It’s not my time to shine, darling.”

Just as suddenly as she had appeared, she was gone. It only took me a couple of seconds to figure out why. Reggie was no longer standing with his friends. He was closer, much closer and it seemed as if Veronica’s disappearance didn’t deter him. I could feel my heart speed up as he took the final step into hearing distance.

“Uh, hey,” he started. His 6”3 frame towered over me in a way that made me feel vulnerable. I knew that from his height he would easily be able to see down the low cut black dress that my friends had forced me into. Looking up I was surprised to find that his eyes were glued to the brown bottle in his hands. He’s nervous. Good.

“Hi Reggie,” I smiled as I brought my hand up to fiddle with my jade necklace. “What brings you to this side of the room?”

His eyes flickered to mine momentarily before reconnecting with the bottle. “I was wondering if you wanted to dance.”


“Okay cool let’s… wait, what?” he stumbled over his words as he realised what I had said and the grip on his bottle tightened.

“Sorry, Reggie but I don’t want to dance,” I said as I pushed myself off the counter that I had perched on. “However, I wouldn’t mind going for a walk?”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly into a smile and he locked his dark eyes with mine. “Sure.” He placed the bottle on the counter. “A walk sounds great.” With his confirmation, I took hold of his hand and pulled him out of the crowded house.

As soon as we walked through the door I was hit by the cold night air which made me regret allowing Betty to convince me that leaving my jacket at home was a good idea. “Are you cold?” Reggie asked intuitively.

“Just a little, but it’s okay.” This was proven a lie by the involuntary teeth chatter at the end of my sentence which caused Reggie to chuckle.

“C’mon. I’m pretty sure I have a spare hoodie in my car.”

The walk to the car didn’t take too long as Reggie had come to the party early to help set up and therefore had managed to get a parking on the property. I stood by awkwardly as he popped the trunk and pulled out the letterman jacket that was at the top of the pile of junk in there. “Will this do?”

Unable to speak without sounding like a complete idiot, I nodded. Reggie smiled, closed the trunk and then helped me into his jacket. Due to Reggie being somewhat of a giant and my contrasting short stature, the arms of the jacket were way too long. Noticing this, he pushed up the right sleeve so that he could grab my hand.

“So Mr Hotshot, out of all the girls at the party, why did you choose to walk over to me?”

“Do you want the long story or the short one?” Reggie asked as he pulled a comical face causing me to giggle.

“I have time,” I stated with a smirk and gently nudged him accidently starting a nudging war which ended with him going a little too hard and pushing me into a hedge we were walking past.

“Oh my God are you okay?” he rushed out as he swiftly pulled me out of the greenery. He had worry etched onto his face and in the seriousness of the question I could do nothing but respond by laughing. Realising that I was completely fine, he joined in and eventually the both of us had to take a seat on the sidewalk because it became too hard to laugh and stand at the same time.

“So you were going to tell me a story,” I said as I sobered up.

“Right I was.” Reggie put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him as we watched a lone car drive past us. Instinctively I nestled my head into his shoulder and glanced up at him to make sure that it was okay. A shy smile played on his lips and in the light of the street lamps I could vaguely make out a slight tint of red on his cheeks. “You wanted to know why I chose you in the crowd tonight.” I nodded. “The truth is, I didn’t. I chose you long before but never found the opportunity to talk to you. On your first day, you impressed me by standing up for yourself when Cheryl made fun of you for not looking like one of her Barbie dolls. A month later you took my breath away when you beat the Pussycats at the talent show. That same day you surprised me by not accepting Josie’s offer to join them.

You were different to all the other girls in Riverdale. You didn’t need the praise of others in order to excel at something. You didn’t want the spotlight. Everything you did, you did because you enjoyed it. I barely knew you but I seemed to fall for you every day. So naturally, when I saw you sitting alone at the party, I wanted to talk to you. If Ronnie hadn’t caught me staring and gone over to you herself, I probably would have spent the night looking at you from afar and wondering what it was like to talk to you, to touch you, to kiss you.”

“Reggie,” I breathed out breaking the silence that had settled over us after he had finished talking. “How do I know that I’m not just going to be another name on a list?”

“I would never do that… not to you.” Reggie shifted us to that we were facing each other. “I know that it may seem a bit soon for me to say this to you but for me, this has been going on for longer than one night. I’m in love with you. I would never try to hurt you and I would do all things in my power to protect you. I know that I’ve done stupid things in the past and I know that I’m a bit of a jerk but could you please give me a chance to prove that I can be different?”

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, my eyes travelled down to his lips as we both slowly leant in. It was only when our lips were lightly touching that I let my answer fill the air around us.


Save Me [Part 1]

Originally posted by jengkook

hi! can i please request a kind of angsty vampire!au scenario with jungkook where he’s a vampire who has an interest in you and you have feelings for him, but he sleeps around with other human girls as well and when you start to get tired of it you cut off communication with him and avoid him so he tries to get you back through sweet gestures and staying with you instead of going around? sorry this is like one run on sentence omg. thank you, and i love your writing~ 

Warnings: Graphic violence, blood mention, death mention

You flitted through the stack of papers on your desk, fingers carding through them in a panic as the ringing of your phone blared through the silence of the office.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You muttered in a frustrated mantra, needing to find that contract before your boss lifted her lazy ass out of her cushioned chair and came to rip your head off.

”What’s going on, beautiful?” A familiar voice spoke directly into your ear and you jumped with a high squeal, your hands slipping over the file you’d been flipping through. You hissed as you felt the edge of the thick paper slice the tip of your index finger, your face puckering in pain as you sucked it into your mouth, the metallic taste of blood hitting your tongue.

“I don’t have time to talk right now, Jungkook.” You mumbled around the digit, soothing the throbbing cut by suckling fervently.

Normally, you’d rather punch yourself in the head than pass up an opportunity to chat up your boss’ newly hired head assistant, but now was not the time. You had about five minutes before you risked losing your job. Jungkook cleared his throat, straightening up into a standing position and taking a couple of steps back from you.

“What, uh–What are you looking for?” He asked in a voice that seemed an octave or two deeper than his normal tone.

“Sunyoung needs the contract from the Hyatae deal.” You spoke in a rush, yanking your finger out of your mouth with a wet ‘pop’ once the frustration of sorting through papers with only one hand got the best of you.

“Mm,” He hummed and through your peripheral vision you could see him shift. “This one?”

Jungkook held the paper out in front of you, blocking your vision with bold black print. Your eyes moved over the underlined words on the very top of the page, and when you realized it was in fact the paper you were looking for, you snatched it out of his hand and bounced excitedly from foot to foot.

“Thank you!” You squealed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh my God, I could kiss you right now, Jungkook. You’re amazing!”

He laughed at your excitement, tucking his hands into the pockets of his slacks and lifting his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “It’s nothing. I wouldn’t object to a kiss, though.”

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darkly dreaming dexter starters ( part two )

  • “ can you get out here right away? please.”
  • “ nice outfit.”
  • “ fuck off.”
  • “ you’re going to sprain a frontal lobe. it’s too early to be this clever.”
  • “ you kind of get used to it in my line of work. we all make jokes to hide our pain.”
  • “ i don’t do ‘good’ before coffee.”
  • “ hard to tell from what’s left.”
  • “ this one is special, is that it?”
  • “ please, help me. i really hate this.”
  • “ please, ___? you’re saying please to me? do you know how nervous that makes me?”
  • “ cut the crap, ___.”
  • “ will you help me out or not?”
  • “ i don’t know it, ___. i don’t know anything with you.”
  • “ i came to see how real experts operate in a totally professional atmosphere.”
  • “ seriously, why are you here?”
  • “ why wouldn’t i be here?”
  • “ sometimes you work too hard at being inscrutable.”
  • “ it’s not finished.”
  • “ i don’t buy a shoe until i try it on, no matter how good the shoe looks.”
  • “ now, go away, you’re distracting me.”
  • “ you sound like a reporter.”
  • “ those assholes will be all over me in another hour.”
  • “ what will you tell them?”
  • “ i forget. why do i like you?”
  • “ i have to wait for your fellow nerds to finish up before i know anything.”
  • “ be careful.”
  • “ you’re different, ___.”
  • “ noisy little creep. he was barking all night.”
  • “ i found the grave. there was a lot of bones in there.”
  • “ do you hear a voice?”
  • “ why didn’t you?”
  • “ i thought you wouldn’t like it.”
  • “ i uh, i didn’t want you mad at me. you know… disappointed.”
  • “ is that why we took this trip? to talk about this?”
  • “ i think people understand things different when they get older.”
  • “ there are plenty of people who deserve it.”
  • “ where were you last night?”
  • “ never mind me. where were you?”
  • “ i tried to call you.”
  • “ why were you so anxious to talk to me?”
  • “ what did you expect?”
  • “ i can’t do this much longer or i swear, i’ll go nuts.”
  • “ it’s a little soon for me to have the whole thing figured out.”
  • “ why don’t we try it and find out?”
  • “ you owe me a big doughnut.”
  • “ it’s not the size of the doughnut, it’s the skill of the baker.”
  • “ don’t forget my doughnut.”
  • “ don’t interrupt my trance, ___. i’m in touch with the spirit realm.”
  • “ may i observe that you’re looking very lovely this evening?”
  • “ can’t you teach these children to behave?”
  • “ will you come back?”
  • “ where are we going?”
  • “ most people would never really think it through that far.”
  • “ it’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is. and you already know that and it’s like a game for you.”
  • “ how about breakfast at ___’s? my treat.”
  • “ you need a life.”
  • “ there’s a joke going around, and i’m it.”
  • “ if my tits were brains i’d be einstein.”
  • “ i just dropped in to listen.”
  • “ got no fucking call to be here.”
  • “ i don’t want to make anybody unhappy.”

Chapter Twenty

When Felicity’s parents announce that they’re hiring someone to be her personal bodyguard, what she hears is that she’s going to be stuck with a 24/7 babysitter… something she is so not on board with.

When Oliver takes up the offer to work for the Smoak family he thinks it’s just another job, but he has no idea what he’s about to get himself into.

Protecting the “tech empire heiress” is the easy part, matters of the heart are where things get a bit more complicated.

A big thanks to Sara @gothsmoak who created the stunning cover art for this story and Aubrey @aubvi my awesome beta :)

Rating: T  This Chapter’s Word Count: 5576

Well friends, you survived the cliffhanger :) in exchange for being so evil last week I’m posting this chapter a day early for you! I felt like it had been a while since we got a lot of Oliver’s POV so this chapter is pretty heavy on that…. but you still get some answers as to what’s happening with poor Felicity. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts, especially your guesses on something at the very end of the chapter…….. Enjoy!!

Oliver checked his watch for the third time in less than a minute. Through the window he could see light snowfall illuminated in the glow of a lamp post outside as the sky grew dark. He tried not to get himself flustered over the fact that Felicity hadn’t met him yet. It had only been a little more than ten minutes since she had called him to inform him of her meeting with her professor. There was no reason to assume that she wasn’t still in his office talking to him. For his own personal sanity though, he wished he would have insisted in going with her.

To avoid potentially being a distracting presence in the room, and to keep her from drawing attention she didn’t want, they had come to an agreement that he wouldn’t hang around inside her classrooms. And that wasn’t a problem. In a setting like that, she really wasn’t at risk of being in danger, and he always met her to accompany her from building to building.  

But with the late hour and the halls all but completely emptied for the evening, the stream of students that had been passing him as they exited the building had stopped a few minutes ago, he couldn’t help but feel nervous about her being without him. Sure, things had been relatively calm since he had started his job with her, but that didn’t mean that something would never happen to her.

He decided to give it three more minutes before he called her to check in.

They were the slowest three minutes of his entire life.

Finally, he dialed her number and silently pleaded that she would pick up and dissipate his worries.

Ring. Ring. Ring…

She didn’t pick up.


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Secret Relations - Stiles Stilinski/ Pack imagine

Y/n and Stiles had started off as best friends but their relationship quickly became more than just just friends. They both thought the world of each other and wished they could express their love for one another in public. But they couldn’t. Not unless they wanted to be constantly teased about their relationship also because if they were to ever break up they wouldn’t want the pack to have to choose between them and cause a rift. —— It was another summers night within the Stilinski household and Stiles was waiting for Y/n to arrive for the pack meeting. They decided the night before that Y/n should arrive about an hour earlier so they could spend some alone time before the rest of the pack came. Hearing a knock at the door, Stiles rushed to open it; “Hey bab-boys and girls, bffs woo” he said as he caught himself mid sentence, whilst throwing a fist in the air. Shooting him confused glances, the pack quickly made their way inside mumbling their greetings and finding a seat for the up coming meeting. “Sorry we’re early Stiles, we thought that if we came now then we could all have some extra time to hang out! I tried to call Y/n but she didn’t pick up so we’ll just wait for her before we start” Scott apologetically said to Stiles. “T-that’s okay Scott” spoke a nervous Stiles Lydia raised an eye-brow, “Are you okay Stiles? You’re shaking” “Pfft what? No I’m not” “Yes, yo-” “Let’s just put a movie on while we wait! Yeah good, great idea!” Stiles cut Lydia off. —- Whilst that was happening inside, Y/n, who was now making her way up the drive way, had no idea that the pack was inside seen as though she was too engrossed with her phone to notice the packs cars. Entering Stiles’ house, Y/n shouted, “Stiles? Babe? The store had no ice-cream like I know it’s like 7pm but what store has no ice-cream? It’s like one of the most popular foods!” She found him in the door way to his living room wide eyed and rapidly shaking his head at her. Walking up to him and giving him a quick peck on the lips she asked, “Baby? What’s wrong?” She looked over his shoulder and finally noticed the rest of their friends staring at them, some opened mouthed, some with massive grins. “Oh” “Yep” Stiles sighed Suddenly the rest of the pack burst, shouting over each other, “YOU TWO?” “NO WAY” “I KNEW IT” “IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS” “I CANT BELIEVE IT” “How did Stilinski get someone like Y/n” “OH SHUT UP, THEY ARE SO CUTE ” “Guys” Stiles tried to get the attention of his friends but to no avail. “Guys!” He tried again but still the pack kept blasting their thoughts out loud. “HEY!” Finally he managed to catch their attention as the pack grew silent. He continued, “Right so let’s get this over with” “Why didn’t you tell us?” Scott questioned Y/n sighed, “We’re so sorry Scott, but we didn’t want to tell anyone yet incase our relationship didn’t work out. The last thing we would want to do would be to cause a spilt in the pack” “We forgive you guys but we want the details!” Lydia excitedly said. “Yes! I’m postponing this meeting until tomorrow, now this night is just a normal pack bonding night!” Scott decided “Now please start at the beginning and don’t miss anything out” Lydia eagerly said, beckoning them over to the couch . Stiles and Y/n looked at each other and sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Originally posted by tweenw

Jealous Much, Dude? (Jackson x Reader)

I am about to vomit I am so excited. My love for Jackson Wang transcends all boundaries, truly our love is an enigma in itself. But in all seriousness, I love this boy so much because he is a light of happiness in its purest form, bless him. I am so happy how this one turned out as well because I’ve been wanting to write GOT7 scenarios for soooo long. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I loved writing it. Rest in pieces igot7 who follow me.

P.S. Beware: After reading this you will realize how much of a kink I have for Jackson saying baby girl and dirty talk. /douses computer in holy water/

Originally posted by tenthousandmilesforwhat

They say the best things always come in threes. At least sometimes. Definitely not all the time. Especially when it came to the three of you. Things could get complicated. Fast.

Joined at the hip, with you in the middle, Jackson and Mark had been your closest friends since day one. You couldn’t even recall the day you met them because since that day, it’d all been a blur of hormones, stolen glances, ‘friendly’ thigh touches, long, drawn out hugs, and 'casual’ kisses. You’d promised yourself when you were younger that you wouldn’t ever think of being with either of them, they were your best friends, your brothers. No dating, no banging; it would ruin what you already had with them.

Boy, just because you say it doesn’t mean you mean it.

If you were you and Mark was Mark, quiet, sweet, and thoughtful; Jackson was Jackson. No words were capable of properly describing him, he was an enigma of doubled over laughs, bright smiles that crinkled his eyes, and the purest soul you’d ever encountered. 

He’d always been touchy-feely, but there always seemed to be a difference in the way he’d hug other people versus you. He’d hold on longer, treating you like you were porcelain and he could break you with the slightest touch. You had secretly relished the feeling of his lips against your skin when he buried his head into the crook of your neck. Something as simple as that sent heat pooling between your legs and you were sure he noticed every single time. Even the way he’d lean in to whisper something to you, his hair brushing your forehead intimately, his soft voice causing happy chills, and the way he would only make eye contact for a second before looking away and biting his lip made your heart flutter.

You’d always been a late bloomer, puberty coming later for you than anyone had predicted. Basically, your growth spurt began to fuck with his life as you grew curvier and filled out.

Jackson then began to seem uncomfortable being with you alone and overly protective when you hung out with other people, especially boys and you immediately thought he was only thinking of you as his sister. Even Mark, who you looked up to as a brother and was Jackson’s best friend was no exception. He wanted to shield you from all the dangers of the world; the only piece that didn’t fit was his strange behavior around you. Some days he was all touches and flirting, the next he was blunt and quiet, very uncharacteristic of him.

Mark probably talked some sense into him, being the eldest and most mature of the trio. Maybe he smacked him around a little for acting ridiculous and being even more dramatic than he usually was, but eventually he did confess to you. 

“Just tell her you like her, Jackson,” Mark groaned, completely worn out from his friend’s anxiety. “_____ isn’t going to wait for you forever. You and I both know that, so get your ass in gear and confess.”

You’d never seen Jackson so nervous before in all the time you’d known him. He was always so confident and levelheaded, always knew the right thing to say, that smooth lady killer vibe. With you, he completely lost all sense of direction and couldn’t even complete one sentence before he just kissed you. It was a typical Jackson move, no matter how well spoken he was, he’d always been able to express more with actions rather than words. You didn’t know what to do at first, all you’d ever known had been completely changed by a kiss from your best friend. What were you going to do now? How was your friendship ever going to survive? What about Mark? What would he even think of his best friends dating?

A million questions were before you, but the only one you really cared about was the searing kiss from the boy who you’d thought you knew everything about. And the only answer that mattered at that moment was when you kissed Jackson back, your arms around his neck as he practically bounced with joy and kissed you with even more enthusiasm. Of course you’d said yes. You’d be a fool to deny yourself love from someone who’d always loved you and been with you. 

So you found yourself fingers tightly interlocked with one of your best friends, the other one sitting calmly to your other side barely flinching at each jump scare. You practically were about to vomit into the popcorn you were so anxious. This is why you told Jackson and Mark you didn’t want to see the new critically acclaimed horror movie everyone was talking about, because it stressed you out. They taunted you and picked at you, until you said yes. But the real motivation for going was that you could cower into Jackson’s strong arms as many times as you wanted and he could hold your hand the whole time. That was the only plus side to this thing.

Jackson leaned over to you, his eyes smiling in the dim lighting as he whispered, “You okay? Remember, you can always cuddle with me to make the ghosts go away _____." 

He wiggled his eyebrows causing you giggle and swat at him playfully, "Are you sure? I know I can’t see because it’s dark, but I think all my fingers are purple.”
He immediately released your hand from his strong grip, looking sheepish as he breathed out, “Sorry.”

You were about to snatch his hand up again, when he leaned deliciously close to your ear. You shivered, feeling his lips brush against the cusp, barely hanging on as he whispered, “Gotta pee.”

You wanted to smack him upside the head, but also laugh until you cried. You almost would have down both had the stern look Mark was giving you made you quiet down. Jackson flashed his winning smile before silently slipping away down the stairs of the big theater and out the door. You watched his broad back disappear around the corner, the theater suddenly becoming more eerie every second he was gone. 

The movie was approaching its climax, the ghosts and demons haunting the poor family’s farm house making even more frequent appearances, which meant more jump scares. You sidled closer and closer to Mark, desperate to cling onto anything. He sensed your distress and calmly put a comforting arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm soothingly. You buried your head into his shirt, plugging your ears with your fingers as another scream ripped through the speakers of the theater. 

You heard Mark from above whisper, “It’s okay ______, it’s a movie. I won’t let anything get you, okay? You’re fine.”

You felt your heart beat lower significantly and you relaxed into Mark’s arms, feeling much calmer. You could even hear his own heart beat through his thin shirt, steady and soothing. You’d always been jealous of Mark’s nonchalant and cool personality. But what you admired was his selflessness and how much he cared for those around him. He picked up on the mood better than anyone you knew and was always there for you when you were in a tight spot. Mark really was the big brother you had never had and you really appreciated his friendship.

The entire theater suddenly shook from a loud noise from the movie and caused you to practically rip Mark’s shirt off his smooth chest, “Jesus _____,” he cried softly as he grabbed you by the shoulders when you practically jumped into his lap out of fear.

“Jesus _____, is right,” a voice whispered, dangerously quiet, above the gasps from the other people. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Mark?”

You turned to see Jackson looking absolutely furious, having returned from the bathroom and standing despite the angry comments from those viewing the movie. You were confused by his anger, “Jackson what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Just look at yourself first of all,” he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

You realized the compromising position you and Mark were in, limbs tangles, your hands stretching his shirt out, his arm around your shoulders, your head buried into the crook of his neck. You gulped, instantly entangling yourself from your other friend, “Jackson-”

Mark interjected quickly, “Jackson, it’s not what you think at all. _____ got scared, so I was trying to help her and I’m not even sure how it ended like that, but it did.” Even Mark looked nervous now, “I know it looks bad, but all good intentions, I promise. You know I respect your relationship with _____. She’s like a sister to me, you know that.”

Jackson was having none of it, he had always been so stubborn, “Yeah well, if touching her like that is your definition of respect, then I’m afraid you need to check yourself again.” He grabbed your hand, his face full of jealousy as he wrenched you from your seat and led you out of the theater through the nearest red exit sign.

You found yourself in the side ally of the popular downtown theater, graffiti decorating the faded red brick. It was early spring and a chill still held in the air. You shivered, regretting when you had taken off your sweater in the theater. You wrapped your arms around yourself to grasp for the little warmth they offered you.

You whirled around at Jackson, seething, “Jackson that was a real dick move back there. Mark-”

Jackson crushed his lips to yours, cutting of your sentence. He possessively cupped your face, drawing you closer to him so that your chests brushed against one another, “Don’t you dare say his name again.”

You rose from the kiss, dazed as your lips throbbed with need for him again. You snapped back into reality, “Jackson Wang, you are being ridiculous. I can say the name of our best friend as many times as I want.”

Jackson’s dark eyes were glinting darkly as he growled, “Go ahead. I dare you. We’ll see what happens when you do.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the raw jealousy bubbling below his handsome features. You’d never seen him so upset before nor this possessive. It pissed you off and aroused you to see him acting this protective of you, “Alright then. Mark, Mark, Mark-”

You felt the wind in your lungs escape with a whoosh as Jackson caged you against the alley wall. His hands bruised your hips as he attached his lips to your sensitive neck. You choked out a moan that mixed with a sob, letting your hands travel up his back and settle in his hair. You’d already given up fighting him, you were his for the taking and all you wanted was for him to take what was his.

He kissed a line up your jaw before roughly dragging your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper. He released your hips and pressed his hands against the wall behind you, his body away from your touch. He whispered breathily against your lips, “Who’s name were you going to say again?”

You felt frustrated tears pooling in your eyes. How easily he could make you want him; you whispered achingly, “Yours.”

He lifted a finger and traced from your temple, down your cheek and neck, before tracing round the curve of your breast, “Who’s name?”

You practically shook, the only thing keeping you steady was the cold brick behind you. The tears slipped down your cheek as you moaned, “Yours.

Jackson visibly shivered from your response, his hands coming up to brush the tear falling on your cheek. A hard glint still held in his eyes although his body had relaxed. Your knees knocked together as he looked you up and down, his lashes brushing against his cheeks as he pulled you close to him, his arms winding around you protectively. You buried yourself into his hard chest, savoring his scent and touch as his warm, calloused hands slipped under your shirt and his thumbs drew hypnotic circles on your hips.

He kissed you languidly, a smirk drawing on his lips, his eyes like shadows, “What’s my name? Say my name, ______.”

You pressed yourself against his hips, feeling his half hard member against your stomach, “Jackson.” You needed him desperately, he’d left you in such a state that you didn’t care if people on the busy city street could see him fucking your brains out, you needed him now.

You gasped when he slipped his hand down to rub at your jean clad center, the rough material stimulating your clit. You bucked against his hand and he let you, a smirk on his face, “That’s right baby girl. I’m the one making you feel this way, no one else. Isn’t that right?”

You grabbed onto his shoulders to get leverage when he wedged a thick thigh between your legs, allowing you to ride his leg. Your voice shook as you buried your face deeper into his shirt, “Y-yes. Fuck.

He backed up against the alley wall, his hands grabbing at your ass as he lifted you up until your feet barely brushed the ground. Jackson bit his lip painfully hard as he squeezed your ass with each thrust you gave, “Fuck, baby. Do you wanna ride my dick like this too?”

You could barely choke out an answer, the pleasure of your tight skinny jeans rubbing you was almost too much. He grabbed your hips and forced you to slow down, a smile on his lips as he saw how desperate you were for release, “Come on baby girl, you can’t already be that close.”

You let out a strangled growl, thrashing in his grasp, “Jackson Wang if you don’t let me fucking come-

He hushed you, still grinning at your furious behavior, "Don’t worry baby, there will be plenty of fucking and coming, soon enough.” He carefully set you down on the ground again, making a show of taking his belt off. Each clink it made set you on edge and if you weren’t scared of him suddenly not going through with it, you would have ripped all his clothes of already. 

As soon as he finished, you raked your nails over his toned stomach, feeling each solid indention of his abs. He was so incredibly god-like and sexy you could hardly stand it. You moaned, not caring that you were inflating his ego. He knew you couldn’t resist anything about him, particularly his voice and body, and you weren’t afraid to admit that. As long as you got a reward that is. He smiled brilliantly, nibbling on his bottom lip as you kissed his chest through his shirt, “Oh baby girl, I so wish we were at home right now.”

Any morals and standards you had previously were now gone. You peppered his neck with open mouthed kisses and sucks, “Who cares? You can fuck me anywhere Jackson.”

He laughed, but it was lusty as he replied, “Don’t tempt me ______.”

You were getting impatient, so you reached down and felt for Jackson’s zipper. The wetness in between your legs had literally soaked through your jeans by now, you needed him so bad it hurt. You groaned, palming him through his briefs, “Baby please.”

Jackson smirked, his voice husky, “Of course, anything for you.” He added as an afterthought, his hands running up your sides, “But you asked for it.” He pressed you against the wall in the shadowy alley, blocking out everything but him.

You hurriedly unbuttoned your own jeans, sliding them down your legs faster than you’d ever done before. You went to pull your panties down, but Jackson stopped your hands, “Don’t. You know how much I love ripping them off your body, baby girl.”

You shivered, nodding as he grabbed the sides of your panties and tore them off your body, making easy work of the dainty material. You gasped, as Jackson pushed you against the wall, his hard member already pressing against your dripping folds. He growled, a wolfish grin spreading across his features as he watched your squirm, “Oh baby girl, people from three blocks away are going to know that I’m fucking you up against a wall.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging at the hair at the back of his neck impatiently, “Jackson, please!”

He smiled almost sweetly and it looked like normal Jackson’s, but it was laced with desire and possessiveness. He thrust so hard into you that your head knocked against the brick wall painfully from the sheer force, but you honestly didn’t care and he didn’t either. With each snap of his hips, obscene noises escaped your lips and he wasn’t concerned with quieting you down, “That’s right baby, let them know who’s fucking you.”

He was bouncing you so hard on his dick, that you were afraid you would bite your tongue if you spoke. The only word you could choke out was his name, “Jackson!”

Jackson’s eyes were locked on your face, watching your changing expressions with lust. He raked his hands up and down your sides, tearing his fingertips across your hot skin, “Fuck, baby girl. Uh! Just like that!”

You couldn’t stand the sound of his voice praising you, it sent delicious feelings straight to your abused womanhood. You bucked your hips into his, savoring the smack of skin against skin. You were so aroused from fucking into his thigh earlier that you were already close to coming. 

“Jackson,” you moaned, “I’m so fucking close!”

Jackson groaned, his dick twitching as he grew close too, “Who’s fucking you right now?” He slowed down, making you practically wail in frustration. “Say my fucking name, _____.”

You beat your fists against his chest in frustration, raking your nails down his shirt, and bucking into him furiously. You hated and loved the way he made you beg for it, it was sweet torture. You happily gave in, moaning his name desperately, “Jackson!…

He bit his lip and sped his pace up, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Each snap of his hips felt like one step closer and closer to your release. His moans after each time he plunged into you were so sinful, you’re sure that if you would be blushing if you could. Jackson reached down and managed to rub your clit, the feeling just enough to send you over the edge. Your release hit you harder than you could remember, your legs shaking from the amount of pleasure that coursed through you. You walls suddenly clenched surprisingly tightly around his member and he gave a growl as he came inside you suddenly, “Holy fuck, _____!" 

The both of you rode out your highs, grins plastered on your faces as you winded down. Jackson slumped against you, pinning you with his body to the wall as he held you close. He kissed your cheek sweetly, a content smile on his slightly bruised lips, "That was amazing.”

You still didn’t understand how he snapped from this Jackson, to that Jackson. It was like a light switch, but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. You ran your fingers through his hair, straightening it from its disheveled appearance, “I love you, Jackson.”

He looked surprised, but it was just a slight widening of his warm brown eyes and shy smile that you realized it was wonder instead. He whispered back softly, every word spoken like they were only meant for you, “I love you too, _____. You’re everything." 

He sounded so innocent that you giggled as he placed you gently back on the ground, retrieving the sad remains of your panties and jeans. Jackson sheepishly handed you your underwear, "Sorry, they’re uh…”

You held the ruined piece of cloth up to the dim lighting before tossing them in the nearest trash can, “Worth it.” You slipped on your jeans and Jackson laughed loudly, tightening his belt without looking. He loved to see the way you looked and moved after having sex with him. The gingerly way you pulled your pants up over your sore hips, the way you look so satisfied and content. He loved it more than he cared to admit.

“Hey, babe? I think we should go find Mark, so you can apologize to him,” you  gave him a stern look, to which he replied with a pitiful pout.

The two of you waited the rest of the movie in the lobby, already feeling guilty. Mark must have figured out what the two of you had been doing already and it made you blush red. Jackson stood up suddenly when a crowd of people flooded into the lobby, “There he is.”

You stood too, immediately finding Mark among the people. To your surprise he looked completely unperturbed when he saw the two of you and headed straight your way.

Jackson took a deep breath and began, “Look man, I know you know-”

Mark sighed, passing a hand over his face in fatigue, “Save it dude. I really don’t care anymore as long as you’re not mad at me. I totally get it and can understand why you were mad.”

Jackson visibly relaxed, slinging an arm around Mark, “This is why you’re my favorite.” You pouted playfully, nudging your way in between them, to which they welcomed you, resting their arms around your shoulders. 

Mark looked down at you cheekily, winking, “Oh. I thought I’d just mention to you that I’m pretty sure everyone in the movie theater knows Jackson’s name now. You done good, _____.”

You blushed, but laughed goodnaturedly, “Someone’s gotta tell them.” You weren’t at all ashamed, in fact, you were a little proud to say the least. 

Jackson nuzzled into your neck, kissing you gently, “Maybe next time they can learn your name, babe. If ya know what I mean,” he grinned, biting his lip and giving you an exaggerated once over. 

You elbowed him in the side, smiling, “Only if you’re a good boy.”

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“So I guess Dana hasn’t told you a lot about me, huh,” Charlie says, sitting on the couch.

Fighting back nerves, Mulder rattles around the kitchen, throwing away the sandwich crusts and setting the mug in the sink. It’s the only thing keeping him remotely calm. “No, she has,” he says, picking at a spot of peeling paint. “She just… said you hadn’t seen each other since she left for college. And she tried calling but could never get in touch with you.”

“Yeah.” Charlie sighs, scratching the back of his neck. “It had nothing to do with Dana, I just had to… things were complicated.”

“I can understand that,” Mulder says, chewing his lip. The mug clanks against the walls of the sink.

“Yeah, I, um, think you probably can,” Charlie replies, kind of nervously. “I’ve heard about what you’re involved in.” Off Mulder’s surprised look, he adds, “I got in contact with Melissa a few months back. She mentioned your department, what you and Dana do. Something about your sister. And aliens.”

"Yeah, she was, uh, she was abducted when I was twelve. By aliens.” Mulder doesn’t bother trying to sugarcoat it; Charlie must think the idea has some substance if he’s asking, and besides, this is not the time for sugarcoating. He slumps against the counter, twisting his ring. He still hasn’t mentioned that Scully is missing. He doesn’t know how to bring it up: hey, estranged brother-in-law (as of this morning), your sister is missing, and I don’t know if she’s been abducted or is on the run or what the hell is going on because I was missing as of a few hours ago.

“Right.” Charlie gulps. “So you should probably know that I’m an abductee, too.”

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Panic Cord (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 4

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took eighty years to write, but it’s finally here! I kinda had to re-read the previous parts because i was completely lost at this point haha! But i hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

“Y/N, please let me expla-“

You cut off his pleas with a simple close of your window. To say you were surprised to see him was a giant understatement. You expected him to be on the other side of New York right now, but here he was. Regardless of the fluttering of your heart, you were still upset. Bucky abandoned you and Alfie, it would take more than a simple apology and bouquet of roses to make up for that.

You turned your back to him and crossed your arms over your chest.

So now he was sorry? After what he did? Didn’t he know how dangerous New York was after dark? You were extremely lucky that you didn’t have a repeat of what happened last week. Someone could’ve hurt you or worse, hurt Alfie!

“Y/N,” Bucky pleaded once more. He tapped on the glass lightly. “I know you’re probably infuriated with me right now, but at least give me a chance to properly apologize to you.”

You scoffed. Properly apologize? Did he really think you’d let him off the hook after that? And you were beyond infuriated, you were livid! He had the audacity to come back to you after what he did!

Turning around, you unlocked the window. He slid his hand underneath the glass and gently pushed it up, allowing himself to crawl inside your apartment. Why couldn’t he just use the door? Did he think that little of you?

You could hear him straightening himself up, adjusting his jacket. He was nervous and he should be. You might be blind, but you had a pistol for a mouth and you could use it when you needed to. You weren’t by any means an angry person, but this man was pushing your buttons tonight.

“What do you want, Barnes?” Your eyes were narrowed at what you hoped was him. People always told you it creeped them out when you made eye contact the rare couple of times you did.

You could hear Bucky step closer to you. You took a step back.

“I am really, really sorry for leaving you, Y/N.” he said. “I just…when you pulled away from my arm I thought I hurt you.”  

Your glare softened. He thought he hurt you.

“But you did hurt me,” you whispered. “Not physically, but emotionally. You just left me there. I had no idea how to get home.”

You heard him swallow loudly.

“I didn’t exactly leave you,” he confessed. “I made sure you got home safely. Although, some people might’ve thought I was stalking you.”

“So you watched me struggle for five hours and didn’t offer to help?”

His breathing halted for a second and you could practically feel the anxiety reeking from him.

“I just…didn’t want you to get hurt, Y/N,“ he whispered. "I’m not exactly boyfriend material. Hell, I’m not even friend material I’m just…bad.”

Your glare had long subsided. You didn’t like many things in life, but to hear Bucky talk about himself the way he did really caused your insides to twist.

You were angry with him, there was no doubt about that. But you tried to picture being in his shoes. He was probably just as on edge as you were, if not more. But that still didn’t excuse what he did.

With a sigh, you crossed your arms.

“I guess I’ll forgive you,” you admitted. You could hear Bucky let out a sigh of relief and step towards you. You felt his hand gently brushing the flesh of your cheek, but you immediately pulled away from it.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let this slide, Barnes.” you added.  “You still have to prove yourself; especially to Alfie.”

You meant it to come out fiercely and with a strong meaning, but as soon as you finished that sentence, the sounds of Alfie’s gentle snores filled the room.

That little booger.

You felt the coldness of a metal hand gently grasping your flushed cheek. How could he make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl with just one simple touch? You had such a love/hate relationship with it at the moment.

With a small sigh, you placed your hand on the back of his and gently pulled it away from your cheek once again that night. 

“I promise,” he began, his voice laced with guilt. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for this night. I’ll do anything, Y/N.”

You clicked your tongue, cocking your head to the side.

“Anything?” You ask, squinting your eyes.

“Anything.” He assured.

You knew it was really early for this, but you wouldn’t be able to sleep on your own tonight. You were too paranoid that someone had followed you home. Maybe someone did, and somehow they didn’t notice the six foot super soldier following you. Hell, if Bucky could climb onto the fire escape like that, anyone could.

“Stay with me?” You whisper.

He didn’t say anything, and that worried you. Had you gone too far this time? You knew Bucky was an old fashioned kind of man, but surely it wouldn’t be a big deal.

You jumped slightly when you felt the warmth of his flesh hand collide with yours, pacing your fingers together. He guided you across the room until your knees had come in contact with the bed.

You felt him unzip your hoodie and gently slide off the wrinkled material before tossing it to the side. As he discarded your shoes, you felt yourself wondering if he did this to the other women he was with or was this simply for you?

Once you were left in just your shirt and underwear, you heard the rustling of sheets, along with Alfie’s snores growing louder.

“C’mon, doll.” He says softly, placing his hand on your lower back and guiding you into the comfort of your bed.

You felt the sheets engulf your body as you crawled into your bed. You could hear Alfie maneuvering around your feet until he found a comfortable position in the bed. With a small huff, he plopped down into the comforter and drifted off into dreamland. 

You could hear the small sounds of Bucky getting undressed and it was at this moment did you desperately wish to be able to see him. You followed the sounds of clothes being discarded and dropping onto the carpet until you felt the bed dip beside you. 

You shivered, not liking the cold temperature of the room. It was the last day of September, meaning the temperatures were dropping more and more each day. 

“Y/N,” you heard Bucky whisper from the other side of the bed. 

Your eyes opened, peering in the direction of his voice. 

“Yes, Bucky?” 

He was silent for quite a while and you began to wonder if he fell asleep again or maybe just decided to stop mid question. 

“If you want…you can sleep near me if you’re cold.” 

You felt your cheeks heating up as you processed his words. You liked Bucky, really you did, but you were always very distant with people. After what happened when you were little…

With a small smile, you scooted closer to Bucky. You gently rested your head on his chest, letting out a small whimper as you were engulfed in his warmness. The man was like a human heating system and you craved it. 

“Bucky?” you asked, feeling your eyes drooping. The lack of sleep was finally starting to hit you now. 

“Yeah?” he whispered. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling deeply. 

“Thank you.” 


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What Do YOU Want? Pt. 5

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,000

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 … Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

(A/N: Wow, jeez, ok this came out a lot longer than the others, but I hope you still enjoy it!)

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If someone had told you 3 years ago that you would be where you are now, you would have laughed your ass off. If they said that you would give up the biggest opportunity that has ever been given to you, while Jiyong went on tour across the globe for concerts and fan meetings without a single returned phone call, you would have continued to laugh in their face.

But here you were, and there he was; enjoying his life without you and a work environment where he no longer has to worry about seeing the face of the girl who walked out on him.

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