i would give anything to hang out with them

anonymous asked:

Inquisition characters reacting to catching teen!quizzy sneaking out past their curfew? Preferably not gifs please! :)

Cassandra: “You’re out past your curfew.” she snaps bluntly. “Go back to your room and don’t leave again. We will discuss your punishment in the morning, young man/woman.” May or may not be drag them by the ear to their room.

Iron Bull: “Having some fun, huh?” he teases. “Come on, let’s get you back to your room before anyone notices. Hide behind me if you don’t want to get caught and get grounded.” He gets them to their room and doesn’t tell the others.

Blackwall: “Psst, I see you. It’s past your curfew.” he warns. “You ought to head back before anyone else sees you. I won’t get you in trouble, but someone else might.” He points to a back way to their room and wishes them luck in evading notice.

Sera: She giggles. “Ooh, out past curfew? Whatcha up to?” She hangs out with them and keeps a sharp eye out for anyone who would care– she might even give them something to obscure their face, lest the others notice.

Varric: “Up for some midnight shenanigans, Inquisitor?” he says with a chuckle. “Nice try– you almost made it past the door. Or maybe you already went past there and I didn’t notice.” He casually waves a hand. “I’m not gonna say anything, but be more careful if you’re going out. Don’t want the Seeker catching you.”

Cole: “Soft, candle lights flickering, keep to the shadows, a shroud of safety, into the air of freedom. You’re having fun, and you’re happy. Good.” he says cheerfully. “Some of the others won’t be happy if they see you, though. Why do they not want to see you outside between some hours…?” He’s confused about the point of a curfew.

Dorian: “Ah, getting into a bit of trouble, I see?” he teases. He asks what they’re up to, and if it’s innocuous, he leaves them be, but warns them that while he won’t get them in trouble, others will. “I would know. I did the same out-past-curfew things you do, but with more alcohol.” he laughs.

Solas: “You should return to bed before Cassandra notices. Or become more proficient in the art of stealth.” he says bluntly, surprising them from his quiet spot. He offers no further comments and merely glances up from whatever he’s doing.

Vivienne: “And what do you think you’re doing out at this time?” She surprises them, and they peer up at her in terror. She stares at them, wholly displeased. “It is well past your curfew. I will have a guard escort you back to your room, and I will be informing the others about this misbehavior.”

Leliana: Her agents see them and report to her, of course, and she just tells them to keep quiet and watch them, but not intervene. If they succeed and return to bed without being caught, she’s quietly proud of them. If they get caught, she just tells them the next day that they need to practice their stealth skills.

Cullen: “What do you think you’re doing up?” he asks, arms crossed, and he escorts them back to their quarters, and posts a guard by the door. “I’m sorry to do this, but you know the rules. I’ll have to inform Cassandra about this.” He feels a little bad as he leaves– the look they give him is hurtful.

Josephine: “Young man/woman. It’s well past your curfew.” she says dryly, and they turn to see the ambassador standing, arms crossed, staring at them with a raised eyebrow and disapproving frown. If she’s working, she has someone take them back to their room– after she issues a scolding about the dangers of going out late alone.

anonymous asked:

Imagine spending Easter with Shawn and his family

It would be so fucking amazing. Like a big Mendes family day with Shawn’s entire family. 

Like chatting to his grandparents about school/work and what your plans for the future are. Them giving you advice and encouraging words.   

Hanging out with Aaliyah and their cousins’ talking about clothes and shoes and stuff like that, sharing make-up and getting ready for dinner together. I can imagine the three of you (Shawn’s two cousins) teaming up doing a make-over on Aaliyah. Laughing and gossiping about anything and everything in Aaliyah’s room listening to all your favourite kind of music. 

You and Shawn helping Manny and Karen out in the kitchen - or Shawn would sit on the counter and you’d be helping - sharing jokes and stories about Shawn’s LA trip and tasting all the different kind of foods before anyone else. 

Setting the table with Shawn. He would grab the plates and you’d grab the glasses and every time you passed by each other around the table, Shawn would lean in and kiss your forehead lovingly, before sending you the biggest smile in the world. “I’m happy you’re here” “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else”

Painting eggs (it’s a danish thing, don’t know how it is in other countries) in all sorts of colours to decorate the living room with. Shawn being an annoying dork and painting on your eggs all the time with the biggest giggle on his face. “Oh look, you got something right there-” and then he’d let the pencil brush against your cheek, leaving a blue line behind. “SHAWN. You’re such a dork” “But I’m your dork, right?” “Right” and then he’d lean in and kiss you. 

Small food fights in the kitchen while Shawn, Aaliyah and you were clearing the table. You and Aaliyah both going for Shawn, smashing left over food in his face and hair, while he screamed like such a little girl. “Not the hair, guys! Not the hair”

Shawn holding your hand, stroking your cheek, rubbing your back or planting tender kisses on your cheeks or the top of your hair every time he had the chance to do it. Letting his chin rest on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you from behind, letting his nose tip stroke your collarbone. And everyone would always look at the two of you and say “aren’t they cute” or “love birds” and Shawn would have a smirk planted on his face, while you would blush heavily. 

Sitting around a bonfire after dinner with his entire family, watching the flames and hearing the small cracking noises from the bonfire. Roasting marshmallows over the flames and sticking one into Shawn’s mouth but also smashing it all over his face. 

Shawn putting his jacket around your shoulders, before kissing you and then picking up his guitar and jamming out a little while everyone would just be silent and listen to him play so beautifully.

Having his grandmother asks the two of you, when you’re planning on getting married and have kids - because his grandmother low-key loves you and just want Shawn to tie the knot - and starting your life together. She would tell Shawn she still had the ring and he just needed to say the word, he would get it. And you would sit there watching Shawn bite into his lip, flushing in the matter of seconds and desperately running his fingers through his messy hair. “I’ll let you know when it’s time” he’d say, laughing a little. Then you would just let your head rest on his shoulder - he would tilt his head and plant a kiss on the top of your hair - letting his hand slide across your thigh to find your hand and interlace your fingers and then just watch the bonfire together. 

Shawn and you crawling into bed when everyone left and watching The 100 together to chill and enjoy just being the two of you again. “Today was amazing” “It really was, babe. Thanks for being here” “Thanks for having me” “Always, you’re part of the Mendes family now!” and then he’d kiss you.

Masked Intruder

Summary: Dan is a robber who steals valuable objects nearly every night. When he goes into a flat decorated with plants and stuffed animals, he can’t seem to keep himself away. Dan’s not used to pretty boys stealing things of his own; especially when they steal his heart.
Word Count: 3590
Warnings: stealing, breaking/entering, cussing
A/N: I’d like to thank my roommate @sourmojo for giving me the idea to write this fic (based off of this song) and also @insanityplaysfics for being my lovely beta. That summary is the worst fucking summary I’ve ever written but I love this idea so much and I hope you do too! Please don’t ask me to write a sequel, i will write one if i end up feeling like it, but as of right now, it doesnt seem very likely.
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It was something that Dan was proud of, as fucked up as it was. He just couldn’t get enough of everything about it; the thrill, the little prizes he got out of it, hell even the news broadcasters. No matter how hard he tried to get away from his lifestyle, he always ended up going back. His own addiction, his very own little secret. Besides, it’s not like anybody was getting hurt in his escapades. Just himself and his own conscious, but that he could deal with.

So what if he broke into houses and stole objects he found compelling? They were just objects and humans should be able to get over the loss of something so materialistic. Rings, money, antiques. Stealing those didn’t harm anybody. In fact, they should be grateful for Dan. He helped people realise that family was far more important than items.

Dan didn’t necessarily know how he got to this point in his life, where he just went to other people’s houses to steal meaningless crap, but he couldn’t be more thankful. One day he was just a silly little teenager trying to be edgy by sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to be in, and the next moment he was a twenty-five year old man breaking and entering all to steal that new movie he’s been wanting for weeks. Some would say that he was stupid for risking going to jail just for a movie, but Dan didn’t give a single fuck.

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Naya: Muchas gracias
Interviewer: You guys go back to work on Monday?
Dianna: Yeah
Kevin: Huh yeahh
Naya: Yeahh
Dianna: Yeah
Kevin: Yeahh
Naya: I got my back pack on pack
Everyone: Lunchbox!
Cory: I got a new trapper keeper
Heather: I got my lunchbox
Naya: I got my lunchbox
Heather: Im ready
Harry: Back to school clothes
Dianna: Thanks you guys
Naya: We went by the Macys center
Heather: My mom put my name on my underwear!
Kevin: J.C. Pennyyyy
Naya: Pennys
Heather: Yeah
Naya: We stopped by Sears…I got new training bras

anonymous asked:

Caro... What kind of friendship do you think Flowey and Papyrus would have if Flowey can't feel love or compassion? Honest question.

Welllll I’m not really sure.  I have a headcanon that Flowey isn’t literally incapable of feeling love or compassion, he just thinks he is because the trauma of the buttercup incident had a big impact on his ability to relate to others.  But I’ll admit that’s just a headcanon.

Based on what Flowey says about Papyrus and how he acts during that scene, I get the feeling that Flowey’s relationship with Papyrus is more complicated than “I give him attention and he runs errands for me”.

The way he’s looking away from you makes me think he’s hiding something, or he feels really regretful about what happened between him and Papyrus.  My interpretation is that he is kind of emotionally attached to Papyrus, maybe not in a way that involves love or compassion but in some way.  He befriends Papyrus before you arrive underground, so it’s entirely possible that his motivation for hanging out with Papyrus didn’t have anything to do with using him to get the human souls.

As for what type of relationship they would have…. I think Papyrus would give Flowey a lot of love and affection, which he desperately needs.  Ideally he’d know that Flowey can’t really reciprocate those feelings, and he’d understand that and not expect that out of him.  But he’d also act as a sort of conscience for Flowey and wouldn’t let him hurt people or manipulate them or anything.  The nice thing about Flowey is that he’s pretty blunt and he doesn’t seem like the type to lie to spare Papyrus’s feelings, and I think Papyrus would appreciate that a lot given the other people he spends time with.  And Flowey would like hanging out with someone who doesn’t see him as the boss monster kid he was before, the way Toriel and Asgore might do, but still likes him as a person and does things to make him happy.

In Your Arms (Scott x Reader)

Character: Scott McCall

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Younger!Reader, Beta!Reader, Werewolf!Reader

Title: In Your Arms

Requested by anon:

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a college scott McCall x younger reader, where she’s been missing scott a ton, and he comes home from college to surprise her? since she was such a young beta that they formed a close bond and she misses hiding in his shadow and wolfing out with him?

A/N: I haven’t seen Season 6A yet, but I know a little bit of what’s going on. So I decided this imagine would be set after the finale ;)

My mind kept drifting back to Scott. He wasn’t only my alpha, he was also my friend and… maybe something more.

But Scott McCall was a special someone. I had never met someone like him, so purely good and so sweet. Especially since I became his alpha because he was trying to save my life when he bit me on the first place.

If only I were a year or two older, I would be in college with him. I wouldn’t find myself thinking about him and craving his touch and presence. I missed him so much, but even just having him next to me would make me happy, just that.

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Day6 Reaction to You Having a Tongue Piercing


How he’d find out:

Jae would find out while you guys were kissing. His tongue would slip into your mouth and he would feel the cold metal hit his tongue, pulling away really fast.

His reaction: 

Jae would become very surprised and would probably throw a fit about how he never noticed. He would say something like “We’ve kissed how many times and I haven’t noticed the metal thing on your tongue?!” with a frustrated laugh.

Originally posted by helloday6

Wonpil (ignore the words) 

How he’d find out:

Wonpil would have just made a really funny joke or done something stupid, causing you to laugh really hard. He would see the shiny metal in your mouth as your were laughing.

His reaction:

He would just stare at you in confusion until you noticed he wasn’t doing anything. Wonpil would be too shocked to say anything to you until you snapped him out of his thoughts. He’d point to your mouth and say something along the lines of “How long have you had that?”

Originally posted by 6ungjin


How he’d find out:

The two of you would be play wrestling when you managed to get on top of him and pin him to the ground. He would give up and let you win, so you would laugh and stick your tongue out at him in response, showing off your piercing.

His reaction:

I feel like Young K would have always had the suspicion that you had a tongue piercing, so he wouldn’t be surprised or anything. He would just laugh at how childish you were and say something like “I knew I wasn’t crazy for thinking you had a piercing in your mouth.”

Originally posted by charmsome


How he’d find out:

You would be hanging out with all of the boys when someone would bring up piercings. It would be then that you tell them all you have a tongue piercing that you got before you met them.

His reaction:

Dowoon would be surprised at first because how could he not have noticed your piercing with all the kissing the two of you do? He would make eye contact and show you that he thought you having a piercing was hot in his own adorable way.

Originally posted by weirdotae


How he’d find out:

I feel like Sungjin would already know about your piercing because you made him go with you to buy new tongue ring, but you knew he didn’t really like the feeling of it against his skin, so when your were in the car, sometimes you would casually lean over and lick his cheek.

His reaction:

Sungjin would immediately pull his face away from you and look over at you, slowly. He would say something like “I can’t believe you just licked me” or “Why do you always do that?!” to the rhythm of the song playing

Originally posted by its-youngk

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anonymous asked:

wonho has a crush on you as a labelmate (you guys are friends) and he gets jealous when he sees how close you are with Kwangmin how hes getting flirty and too much skinship? (sorry for bad english)

Your English is fine angel !! and bless your little soul this is like a dream come true (not really bc being stuck in that situation is so awful but like actually imagine the two of them fighting over you brb ded)

When Wonho gets jealous of your friendship with Kwangmin

Originally posted by garisanee

  • So first things first, the most difficult thing in this situation is the fact that Kwangmin is Wonho’s sunbae BUT he’s 2 years younger
  • So the first thing is Wonho’s would need to figure out whether or not it’s within his right so say anything ??
  • because if they’re not that close (Boyfriend have been promoting in Japan a lot and I’ve never seen the two groups interact, but I could be wrong!! if anyone has clips of the groups interacting send them my waaaay) then he can’t say anything directly to him because he’s his senior even though he’s younger
  • BUT also Wonho is known for saying what he wants when he feels like the situation is wrong and not giving a flying f(rick) what anyone thinks (the MBC thing anyone?)
  • sooooooo
  • it would start out when you guys are hanging out in the practice room, he was just getting in some extra hours to polish up the moves for the latest comeback and you were helping him out
  • but you were also waiting for the Boyfriend members because you were going to be collaborating on a track for their new album and you had to get started on the choreo asap
  • Wonho has always been affectionate with you, for as long as you’ve been friends which was actually back when he was a trainee (in this au you’re both his and Kwangmin’s sunbae)
  • so the little things like messing up your hair and hugs etc were so regular that neither of you really noticed you were doing it
  • but as soon as the Boyfriend members come in and Kwangmin picks you up and twirls you around Wonho’s like ?? get your own best friend wtf 
  • Wonho pulls you away from him and jokingly (but for real tho) says “Hey, she’s fragile, don’t swing her around like that. rattle your twin’s brain instead”
  • Slight awkwardness ensues from then on because that was really not lowkey at all and the fact that Wonho didn’t let go of your hand after pulling you to his side was hella obvious that something else was going on
  • whether it was mutual or one sided Kwangmin didn’t know
  • sensing the inpending doom of the awkwardness, you send Wonho out telling him you’ll meet up with him later for food like you planned before
  • as he’s about to close the door behind him he sees Kwangmin LOOK RIGHT AT HIM while grabbing you for another hug and smirking
  • they’re both stubborn little nuggets, don’t fight me on this, they’re both petty but I love them anyway
  • So for the next couple of weeks as you’re working with the BF boys you keep having to cancel plans with Wonho because an idol’s work is never done (he reminds you that’s not the actual quote but lets you off because it was cute)
  • and he’s getting more and more impatient because they couldn’t possibly suck THAT bad that they need all this extra time with you to work on choreo ?
  • like he knows how talented and hard headed you are, if you know what you want the performance to look like, dang it thats what it’s going to be
  • So you can imagine when he walks into the studio run out of patience after a couple of weeks of letting it slide and he sees you with your back to Kwangmin, arms behind you slung around his neck and with his arms around your waist- no more like his whole body attached to your back and his lips dangerously close to kissing your cheek !!!
  • there’s steam blowing out of his ears
  • it’s done
  • he’s flipped his lid
  • completely done with the whole situation he yanks Kwangmin away from you and pushes his chest once he’s tuned to face him looking confused as hell until he realizes who it is
  • Wonho looks like he could murder someone, and that someone’s name begins with K
  • (It’s Kwangmin)
  • “What the hell do you think you’re doing ??”
  • “What am I doing ?? What are you doing interrupting our practice time??”
  • “YAH I’m your Hyung don’t you yell back at me!!”
  • “well HYUNG, I’m your SUNBAE so don’t yell at me”
  • “Well I’m BOTH of your sunbae so I say stop yelling !!”
  • They stop and look at you for a second, completely forgetting why they were arguing in the first place
  • “I’m getting really tired of you acting like children, and I have no idea what’s going on. So how about you two figure it out and call me when you’ve apologized to each other. NO BUTS!”
  • After you left they both go back into their stubborn mode and won’t look at each other for a few minutes
  • Kwangmin’s the first to break when he sighs and admits defeat
  • “I’m sorry… I don’t even know why I was acting like that. I guess it’s just because I don’t spend much time here anymore and whenever I see y/n all she talks about is you and I guess I got jealous… I don’t blame you for being mad at me”
  • “She talks about me?”
“Who I Am Inside” Part 9

A/N: I am soo sorry this took so long! I was literally dragging it out. B/S/O to @nothin-after-79​ for helping me proof read it before posting it! Love her so much! Please leave me your feed back and let me know what you think! Please also like and share! Enjoy! :)

I woke up with a start. My palms were sweaty and my knees were shaking. Terror coursing through my entire body as I visualized of what I just saw in my dream. My mother and my baby sister, lying on the floor covered in blood. I’m just standing over them. Tears streaming down my face as I watched my whole world shatter before my eyes. Watching them beg for mercy as the stranger has his go at them. I can’t do anything, as much as I try to, no one sees me. I call out to them as they continue to scream for help as I beg him to take me instead. The way my sister looked at me with her deep blue eyes for the last time is a look I will never forget. It will be a reminder burned into my brain of what I lost. Of what I can never have. To hold her in my arms again. To see her little body lying on the floor, lifeless, covered in blood, and her hand intertwined with my mom’s. It was all too much.

Nevaeh’s last scream ripped through my soul. I screamed out for her, trying to shelter her body from anymore harm. My baby sister, she’s gone. The woman who raised me, the one who I ran to for comfort, the one who I never thought would leave me, is gone. Then my body starts to fade, everything goes blurry, and I’m not there anymore.

“Hey! Hey! Y/n! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” Sam shakes me violently, until my body responds. I gasp for air, as I ran a hand over my sweat covered face. I was shaking like a madwoman, trying to grasp a hold on reality. Once I’m fully aware, I take in my surroundings. Remembering that I’m in my room at the bunker. My eyes meet his and I just break down. My eyes burning with hot tears, and my throat closes up as I try to let out a sob stuck in my throat. Sam consoles me and holds me in his arms for a few minutes. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My breaths coming out harsh and shallow.

Once my breaths even out, I look at Sam. His eyes looked glassy, as if tears were in his eyes. “I’m here, Y/n. Don’t worry, it was just a dream.” Sam kisses my forehead and lays my head on his chest. The soothing beat of his heart helps me relax. I wipe my tear filled eyes and pulled away to look at the clock. 3:45 A.M. My heart plummeted. Realizing, that I probably woke him up.

“Sam, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. You need your sleep, especially with the case tomorrow.” I said, trying not to make eye contact since I felt so guilty. “It’s fine y/n/n. That’s what big brothers are for. Do you want me to stay with you? Would that help you feel better?” I shook my head no. “No, you need your sleep. I’ll be fine. I feel a lot better now. Besides, this is a twin bed and it wouldn’t allow us to stretch out. You go, I’ll be fine. It was just a bad dream” I assured him. Myself probably more than him. He looked at me with a not convinced at all expression.

  “Sam, I’ll be fine. I promise.” I told him, not even believing myself. That didn’t matter though, only as long as he believed it. “Do you want to talk about it?” concern still etched across his face. I shook my head no again. “I don’t even want to think about it honestly. I’m just going to try and go back to sleep and forget about it.” I pulled the covers back over me and Sam got back up, and watched me.

Originally posted by heytheredeann

“Goodnight Sam. Again, I’m sorry for waking you.” He leaned down and gave me a hug. “Anytime, Y/n. If you ever need anyone to talk to we’re always here. Only a room away.” He walked to the door and opened it. Before he shut it, he turned off my light and told me “Goodnight”. I turned on my side and tried to calm myself before I shut my eyes, but every time I closed them, all I saw were their faces covered in blood. I reached out for Nevaeh’s pink blanket on my nightstand and held it close to me. The fabric catching all my tears.

My nightmares are getting worse. Every night I dreamed about them. Occasionally, I dreamed about Sam and Dean biting the bullet for me. It tore me apart from the inside out. I’m so afraid the same thing is going to happen with the boys. If it does, I don’t know what I’ll do. They are already like my family. They are the only people I have left besides Carter and Cas. I promised myself I would try to protect them at all costs. Even if that meant leaving the bunker, if the thing that killed my family progresses on towards us. They were too good of men to die in such a terrible way. I won’t let that happen.

Around seven, I decided to get up. I slept only for an hour total after that God awful nightmare. I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the counter. My gaze is set dead ahead, as my mind wonders off. I try to focus on the case that Sam, Dean, and I are going on today. Cas took Carter with him, so the bunker would be empty while we are gone. I was so lost in my trance, I didn’t hear Sam sneak up behind me. He tapped my shoulder and I jumped, almost choking on the spoonful of cereal I just shoved into my mouth.

“You men and scaring people! I swear! Can’t you give a woman a break!” I half yelled. Sam put his hands up, meaning he means no harm. A smirk lingered on his face. “I just wanted to ask you if you got anymore sleep last night after that? I didn’t meant to startle you. It looks like you’re a bit on edge this morning. Do you still want to go on the case?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I slept like a baby. I’m just a little irritable today. Of course I want to go on the case.” I said, as I took a sip of coffee. Sam dropped the subject. He must of known I wasn’t going to say anything else about it, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop worrying.

“Ok, so this case we are going on involves 3 guys who mysteriously died by drowning. Which I happened to find out that all three of them have something in common. They were all married and had kids. The drive is about 2 hours from here so it’s not to far. Dean said he would be back after filling up the impala. Then we will leave. I also got you your fake FBI badge” He handed it to me, and I took it.

“Scarlett Underwood.” Hmm. “Let me guess, Carrie Underwood and Scarlett Johansson.” I raised my eyebrow, and waited for his response. “Hey, at least It’s not Agent Beyonce!” We both laughed, I remembered the boys telling me all about the celebrity names Cas uses. It always ended up being a female pop singer.

  “Thank you, Sam. I’m going to go get ready. Be back here soon.” I walked to my room and grabbed my makeup bag. I went to the bathroom and put some on and straightened my hair. 30 minutes later, I went back to my room. I looked in my closet at all the professional outfits I had. I refused to wear heels just in case something happens to where I have to run. Plus, I can’t stand being in them for too long because my feet really hurt. I decided to wear some dark gray slacks, a dressy black tank top with ruffles at the front, and a dark gray blazer to match the pants. I picked a comfy pair of black dress shoes and grabbed my black handbag, then I headed towards the kitchen.

  As I entered, I heard Dean whistle. I looked over at him and smiled as he acted like he was checking me out. He took his coffee and then said “You sure do look purrty!” in a southern accent. I giggled and thanked him as he handed me a drink. “So you ready kiddo? It’s the big day? You nervous?” I took a sip of the coffee he handed me and replied back. “Pretending to be an FBI agent and hoping a whole bunch of cops don’t arrest me, this isn’t nerve racking at all!” I said sarcastically, while Dean chuckled.

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

“Just take it easy, once you do it enough it will become natural to you. Besides, you got it down pat.” He gave me an encouraging smile, and patted me on the back. “You guys ready to go?” Sam asked, carrying his bag to the garage. We both nodded and followed along. I sat in the back seat and rehearsed my lines in my head.

When we got to the house of the first dead husband, Sam and Dean gave me one last pep talk before we went in. I had my lines down pat and I felt confident. I shut the door to the impala and started follow Sam across the street. I looked both ways before I crossed. I saw a tall figure in the distance looking at me. He had messy black hair and a scruffy looking beard. He looked like he was in his early 50’s at best. I didn’t realize how long I was staring at him until Sam called my name and made a hand motion for me to follow.

The shadowed figure smirked at me before I turned to catch up with the boys. Once I was at the door, Dean asked me what I was looking at. I turned and pointed to the man I had saw, but he was gone. Sam gave me a concerned look. I just shook my head and told them it must of been all the coffee I had this morning.

I watched Sam and Dean go to work on Interrogating the woman. I stayed back and observed, wanting to watch them in action before I stepped in. I walked around the victorian styled home to study the pictures hanging on the wall by the staircase and saw all their memories. They had a little girl who was no older 7. She reminded me of Nevaeh with her beautiful, long hair. It almost brought tears to my eyes until I heard Dean call out for me.

“Agent Underwood, is there any more questions you would like to ask?” Dean asked, giving me a look. “Mrs. Hathaway, did you notice anything out of the ordinary about your husband up to the day of his death?” I asked, sympathetically.

“What do you mean out of the ordinary?” She questioned.

“Like, was he acting different towards you? Was his behavior the same? Did his relationship change any with his daughter? Also, do you know if he had any enemies?”

“Heavens, no! George wouldn’t hurt a fly! I wouldn’t know who would want him dead. Everyone loved him!” tears started falling down her cheeks, and she looked at the window.

“He did complain of being cold a lot, and he was jumpy his last few days. I just thought it was because of the job interview he was going on. So, I just blew it off. That was probably so stupid of me.” She revealed, as she let out a sniffle.

“Thank you for your time, Mrs. Hathaway. Again, I am so sorry for your loss.” She gave me a hug before she led us to the door. “Hmm, cold spots and jumpy behavior before he died. Sounds like we got a vengeful ghost here.” Dean said, as we walked back to the car.
“That’s what it appears to be, but now we just got to find out who and why before it kills anymore people. What do you think, Y/n/n?” Sam inquired, as both boys focused on you.

You were looking at an old journal you found on the floor in the backseat. It appeared to be worn down and the binding just looked awful. You opened it gently and your eyes roamed over the pages as they stopped at the name “John Winchester”.

“That’s dad’s hunting journal. He used to take that thing everywhere. You can look at it, if you want. It talks about almost every hunt he’s been on. It was very useful to Sam and I when we started hunting together by ourselves.” Dean smiled.

I thanked him and continued to look through it. Seeing all what was in it. After I passed the part about wendigo’s, a picture fell out. It was Sam, Dean, and John. They were all younger and the boys looked like they were in high school. John was smiling in the picture, but his smile didn’t meet his eyes. Dean looked liked he won the lottery in this and Sam just looked like he was upset.

“Did you guys ever get along with Dad?” my eyes averted from the picture to the back of their heads. Waiting for their responses. They both paused and thought for a moment. Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times. Trying to come up with a response. Sam beat him to the punch.

“Not really. He was just so absorbed in finding the yellow eyed demon that killed our mom, that he never made time for us. Sure, he dragged us along almost to everywhere he went, but he was more like a drill sergeant than a dad. Dad and I never really saw eye to eye since are both very stubborn.” Sam said, still looking straight ahead.

“Bobby was more like a dad to us than anyone. You would of loved him. A great hunter, awesome guy, and he knew just about everything with the lore. He was there for us a lot. I don’t know what we would of done without him.” Dean gives a sad smile. I could tell he missed him a lot.

Time flew after we went to the morgue and interviewed the other families. Sam and Dean were certain it was a ghost seeking vengeance. After I pulled an all nighter for research, we had a suspect. His name was Zachary Turk. He died 14 years ago when 4 teenage boys decided to go out for a drive after hitting a kegger. They accidently ran his car into a river and he drowned. The guys involved in the accident never told a soul about it, and promised to never speak of it again. Zach had an 8 year old girl at the time and a loving wife. I could see how he wanted to show the men the pain of being ripped away from their loved ones. All of the victims deaths dealt with water.

We saved the last guy on the hit list before he drowned. It involved me jumping in after him while Sam and Dean went and burned a painting of the guy. As I got the guy to the dock and helped him out, I felt myself being dragged under. I kicked myself out the spirits grip, but he was almost to strong for me. I fought my hardest, trying to get away, but it seemed like nothing was working. When I thought my lungs would give out from lack of oxygen, I saw the same figure as I did earlier near Mrs. Hathaway’s house. He helped me get out of it’s gripped and I finally reached the surface. I gasped for air and looked around.

“Y/N! Y/N Winchester! Where are you!” I heard Dean yelling frantically.

“Dean! Sam! I’m over here!” I bellowed. Dean caught my eye and jumped in after me, he swam towards me and pulled me in his arms. Holding me tightly, we swam back to the deck. Sam was waiting for us there and helped pull us up.

“You ok, Y/n?” Dean asked out of breath

“I’m fine, thank you for jumping in. It got ahold of my ankle and I think I sprained it. Did you get the remains?” I asked, as Sam helped me up.

“It’s over. You did great, kiddo! Your first case was a success.” He flashed me a big smile. I smiled back at him as he helped me in the backseat of the car.

“We will be right back. Dean and I just have to talk to this guy than we can head back to the motel. You get first dibs on shower, since you earned it.” he shut the door and walked back over to Dean.

I laid my head back on the headrest. Thanking God that everything turned out to be a success. My mind still wandered off to the stranger who helped me today, wondering who it was. Then I remembered something. I reached down and grabbed my father’s journal and looked at the picture. How could it be?

“So you figured it out, huh?” John smiled, as he was sitting next to me in the backseat. I was shocked to see my father sitting here beside. I was speechless.

“How? H- What?” I mumbled, trying to put the pieces together.

Originally posted by johnwinchesterappreciationblog

“I needed to tell you that I’m proud of you. For sticking it out with your brothers, and for not giving up when times got hard for you. I know I was not a good father, but I hope that won’t hurt yours and your brothers relationship. I love you, Y/n. I’m so sorry, for everything.” before I knew it, he was gone in a blink of an eye. I snapped back into reality as Sam and Dean got back into the car.

“So are you ready for a celebration with burgers and Netflix back at the motel?” Dean smiled as he buckled. I nodded, looking down at the picture in my hand of my father. Letting some of the anger go that I had towards him, as I lost myself in thought on the drive back.

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anonymous asked:

Blurb about Eric trying to make you jealous?

Okey so first of all there has to be a reason to why he would make you jealous. It’s probably because he has a crush on you and he sees you with another boy so he wants to pay back.

He probably wouldn’t talk to you for like a week and act all childish, but secretly wanting to call you once he got home in the afternoon. It would bother you that he wasn’t talking to you and you would try to contact him in school, but he’d just give excuses like “I’m late for class” or “I have to meet up with Dylan”.

And when you’d ask him if he wanted to hang out (which he really wanted to) he would just shrug and say things like “no I’m meeting someone today/that day”, even if he wasn’t planning anything rather then sitting in his room and think about you all night.

You would get jealous when you see him walking around the school with other girls, like Brandi, and then you wouldn’t talk to him for days. He would keep making you feel like this by complimenting other girls and give them the attention you wanted. You’d constantly give him annoyed glances. But when you’d look away he’d look at you like your his whole world.

Eventually he’d get bored and kinda sad because you two weren’t talking anymore. He would call you, like late in the night, and apologize for being such a dick to you. You wouldn’t forgive him right away and that made him do anything to be with you. Like he would come over to your house early in the morning just to give you a lift to school and he’d constantly give you small compliments, until you gave in and forgave him.

anonymous asked:

FOR THE ADORABLE ASPECT. SAY a kitten takes to Dark. Can we have a tiny fix where he sees the kitten somewhere out and he's surprised it likes him and starts following him?

Oh, this is a cute idea. Sure!

Dark didn’t have many problems walking along the street once the sun had gone down. He had no reasons to; he could definitely handle himself in a fight, and there were less people around at nighttime anyway.

A soft mew caught his attention, though. Normally he’d look for the source and ignore it, which is initially what he did. Another similar sound made him stop due to how close to him it sounded. When he looked down, there was a small kitten sitting at his heels, looking up at him with its curious blue eyes.

Dark honestly had no idea how to react to the situation. Most animals avoided him as if their life depended on it since they could usually pick up on his malevolent nature. This little feline didn’t seem perturbed as it stood back up and moved to rub against Dark’s feet.

Dark elected to ignore the animal and continue on. A few times he found himself almost tripping over the kitten. He looked down at it again and wondered why it seemed so intent on following him.

Well, if it insisted, there wasn’t much he could do to stop it. If it expected him to take it in, then that cat was out of luck. It would get the hint eventually. Even if it didn’t, Dark supposed it didn’t bother him too much. Perhaps he could even use it to his advantage…

GOT7: Seeing another member kiss their S/O (Mark)

a/n: I wrote these scenarios longer than I had intended them to be (lol what a surprise) so I will be uploading each member seperately.

Mark had really been looking forward to this day. He always invited you to his group’s photoshoots because seeing your smiling, encouraging face never failed to give him that extra energy he needed to get him through the long day of shooting. Due to your busy schedule, you could rarely make it, much to his dismay. Today, however, was your free day and you couldn’t think of anything you would rather do than hang out with your boyfriend on a photoshoot set. The other members were just as excited to see you there, teasing Mark as they engulfed you in a big group hug as he just stood watching in silence. “You guys may have her attention now but Y/N came for me,” he said, parting the group and going in to hug you.

The photoshoot started and you started joking with the boys, all the while making intense eye contact with your boyfriend as his pictures were being taken. During lunch the photographer found out that a female model they needed for the rest of the shoot had gotten sick and dropped out last minute. “Where are we going to get someone to fill their place so soon?” the photographer cried out in despair. That was when Jaebum spoke up. “Y/N can take their place!” Jaebum said, encouraging the other members to agree with him. “Yeah, Y/N’s beauty outshines that of any model’s!” Mark exclaimed, putting an arm aroung you, looking at you lovingly. You started to protest but you were quickly silenced as Jackson led you to the makeup artists.

Soon after, you were in front of the camera with Youngjae, feeling your cheeks grow hot as all eyes were on you. Mark stared at you in awe as the lights made you look even more like an angel than you already were. You were told to stand on top of a small box, making you slightly taller than Youngjae as he wrapped one hand around your waist while the other cupped your cheek. You saw the lights of the camera flashing as you stared into Youngjae’s eyes. You heard Jackson snicker at Mark’s look of jealousy at the way Youngjae was holding you, which caught you off guard and made you lose your balance. You fell face forward as Youngjae caught you, your lips colliding into each other. You pulled away in shock as Youngjae looked at you wide-eyed, his cheeks turning red as he started to laugh in embarrassment. Yugyeom and BamBam started laughing too as they stared at the screen, the photographer having caught your kiss, looking more like a passionate kiss between lovers than an accidental collision.

Mark stormed away in anger, not knowing that the kiss had been unintentional. You ran after him, calling out his name but he ignored you, picking up his speed as he turned a corner, wanting to be alone. “Mark stop running away from me!” you screamed, grabbing onto his shirtsleeve, making him halt in his tracks. “What do you want?” he asked, not turning around. “Shouldn’t you be with your lover Youngjae?” he threw the question into the empty hallway, his voice cracking in the end. “Babe, what are you talking about? I don’t love Youngjae,” you said, grabbing his arm, confused by his behavior.

He turned around and you saw a tear run down his cheek. “I just saw you kiss Youngjae! You! My girlfriend! Kissed another member! In front of me!” he exclaimed as he threw his hands up in frustration. “I lost my balance! I fell! He caught me! That kiss was accidental!” you screamed at him, shocked that he would even think about you cheating on him. “W-what?” he asked quietly.

“We accidentally kissed each other,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek as he looked down, ashamed of how he just acted. “I would never cheat on you Baby,” you whispered to him, pulling him closer to you as you planted a small peck on his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he rested his forehead on yours, staring deep into your eyes. “I’m sorry my love, I should have known that. I just got so jealous when I saw you in someone else’s arms,” he confessed. You smiled warmly at him, silently telling him that you accept his apology.

“Ummm, if you two lovebirds are finished with your little crisis, we have a photoshoot to finish,” you heard Jinyoung call from the end of the hallway. The two of you laughed as you made your way back to the group, fingers intertwined.

Mark   Jaebum   Jinyoung   Jackson   Youngjae   BamBam   Yugyeom

Josh Dun x Reader : Just Kiss Me

A/N: so i know i’ve been really inactive for a while and i’m so very sorry! i’ve been extremely busy and having some problems because life happens, and as you all know, i am very far from perfect. however, i’m going to try my best to get back to posting some more. i’m really behind on requests, so a huge apology to all of you guys still waiting on those. i’m getting to them and i’ve read them all, and i’m super sorry. i will write them and post them, i promise. i just don’t know when i’ll get to them, but i know i will. as always, i’m still taking requests, and comments and questions will be answered as soon as i can. i love you all and thanks so much for bearing with me! here’s another josh imagine, gender neutral this time, and i hope you enjoy it! lots of love.

Anonymous said:
Ayyyyy I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn lol but I adore your writing :) but I wanted to request a Josh Dun (from twenty one pilots) where Josh gives the reader hickies and then they hang out with Tyler + Jenna and like they tease the reader about them then when Josh and the reader get home the reader is a lil annoyed at Josh but Josh is being all adorable and they can’t stay mad at Josh for anything and it’s cute and shizz at the end lol. Thanks! xoxo

*this fic is gender neutral :)
sorry i know i haven’t posted a gender neutral one in a while, so here you go

You sat on the couch and sighed. Only a little bit longer and your boyfriend Josh would finally be home from work. You had set up a double date later that night, and you’d only have a couple hours before you had to meet the others at the restaurant. Tyler and Jenna were very close friends, and you had hung out for years. They had started dating a couple years before you and Josh had, and they had constantly pointed out how you two would be a perfect couple up until the day when Josh finally asked you out. They were super supportive, as well as hilarious and loving, and your best friends in the entire world. It was normal for you and Josh to go on double dates with Tyler and Jenna, especially after the boys’ shows or band celebrations.

The doorbell rang and you instantly rushed to open the door, and when you met Josh’s smiling face, you couldn’t help but grin. “Hey babe, I missed you,” he wrapped his arms around you tight, kissing the top of your head and kicking the door shut with his foot.

“It’s only been a couple hours,” you rolled your eyes when you released the embrace.

“A couple hours feels like a million years when I’m not with you,” Josh admitted.

“I think I can relate,” you nodded, returning to his arms again in a tight hug. You released the embrace, holding his hand and leading him to the couch, where he snuggled up beside you, his head on your shoulder and his arms linked around your waist as you both sat down.

“How long until we need to get ready for tonight?” he wondered, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“A couple hours,” you replied. “Tyler and Jenna said they’d be there around nine or so.”

“It’s a little late for a dinner, don’t you think?” Josh murmured.

“We can have a snack if you want,” you shrugged.

“I’m okay,” he reassured, and you closed your eyes, sinking into the cushions of the couch. “Long day?”

“Kind of,” you answered. “I’m just tired.”

“Then take a nap,” Josh insisted.

“I don’t need a nap,” you shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“What do you need?” he persisted.

“Just you,” you promised. “That’s all I need, Josh.”

“Cute,” he smirked. “But no, really. Is there anything you need?”

“I told you, I’m fine,” you sighed, and he lifted his head and looked into your eyes.

“You sure?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure,” you nodded.

“I think you’re forgetting something,” he reminded.

“Am I now?” you gave a sly smile.

“Yeah,” he continued. “It’s sort of important.”

“Is it now?” you bit your lip, trying to hold back a giggle.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing you gently. His lips were warm and soft and he felt so good. You held his head in your hands, fingers tangled in his hair, tongue exploring his mouth and the sweet taste of him making your mind calm down. His hands curled around your hips, lifting you up midway through the kisses and repositioned you in his lap, his hands moving toward your back and his lips trailing down to your jaw and your neck. You tilted your head back, closing your eyes and humming softly as the blissful sensation of his lips on your skin continued, him sucking at your neck, his warm breath igniting your heart once again. He was always so good at knowing what you liked most.

“Fuck,” you gasped as his lips moved towards a sensitive spot, a chill running up your spine as his tongue glided against your bare skin, the feeling absolutely divine. “That feels amazing.”

“You. Feel. Amazing.” he insisted with a kiss between each word, warmth coursing through your body, tugging gently at his hair when he made his way to your shoulder. He was so hot.

“Damn it, you’re going to leave marks,” you laughed as you felt him kiss you harder. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“They make you beautiful,” he murmured, lips still exploring your skin. “They make you mine.”

“I love you Josh,” you sighed as his kisses traveled back up your neck, this time twice as passionate, working his way to your mouth once again.

“I love you too,” he chuckled, pulling away and looking at you. “But I am afraid we better get ready soon. We don’t want to keep Tyler and Jenna waiting. Do we?”

“Nope,” you agreed. “Okay, let’s go.”

You picked out one of your favorite dressy outfits, and helped Josh tie his tie, and you both looked at each other, smiles on your faces. “You look absolutely stunning,” Josh beamed.

“Looks who’s talking,” you added.

“No, really. You look completely gorgeous head to toe,” he sighed, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s take a picture,” you decided, whipping out your phone, but Josh shook his head.

“There isn’t time for that,” he insisted. “We need to go now.”

“Fine,” you sighed, putting it away and following him to the car.

You walked into the restaurant, holding hands and stating the reservation, then being ushered to a table where Tyler and Jenna were laughing over a joke. You slid into the seats across from them, beside Josh, and smiled. “Long time no see,” Josh greeted. “How have you guys been doing?”

You gave your best grin to Tyler and Jenna, but something felt off. It was like they were staring at you, not your eyes, but something else, and it bugged you. They quickly dismissed it though, the flicker of curiosity and uncomfortableness fading from their eyes, and plastered on a smile and looked at Josh. “We’ve been doing great,” Jenna responded. “How about you both?”

“Wonderful,” you replied, although mind still thinking about what had happened. You decided to shrug it off. It was probably nothing.

“So um,” Tyler stifles a laugh. “Somebody been trying to learn to curl their hair?”

“What?” you ask, and you feel Josh kick Tyler under the table.

“Nothing,” Josh waves it off.

You eye him strangely before Jenna adds another comment. “You know it’s kind of getting chilly lately, maybe you should try wearing a turtleneck sweater?” she teased.

“Knock it off,” Josh narrowed his eyes, trying not to blush. You instantly knew what they were hinting too though, and reached a hand up to cover your neck. Of course Josh left hickeys. You glared at Josh and then glanced at Tyler and Jenna chuckling, and so you forced a smile. You knew they were just joking, they’d never hurt you on purpose, it was just friendly teasing. Much less, you had caught them doing so much worse, it wasn’t like you should feel embarrassed. Somehow though, you kind of were.

“It’s fine,” you rolled your eyes, elbowing Josh and trying to get him to loosen up a little bit, but as soon as you looked at him and his entire face turned red, you couldn’t help but get a little flustered too.

“I didn’t know you were a vampire,” Tyler grins at Josh.

“Shut up,” his muffled voice begged, burying his face in his hands. You giggled and then put a hand on his back, although you were honestly probably more embarrassed than he was.

“Don’t be shy, it’s cute,” Jenna laughed. “It’s adorable.”

“I thought you said they make me look beautiful,” you whispered in Josh’s ear. “What happened to that? Huh?”

“They do,” Josh argued defensively, uncovering his face and looking right at you. “You’re the most beautiful person in the world.” His voice was soft enough for Tyler and Jenna not to hear, but loud enough for you.

“Then don’t be ashamed,” you reassured, rubbing small circles on his back. “They’re just joking.”

“I know,” he tried to resist a smile, still worked up. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you sighed. “It’s cute.”

“It’s so much more than cute. It’s absolutely adorable,” Tyler insisted. “You guys are silly.”

“Sure,” Josh shook his head. “We just look it.”

“Whatever. I think you guys are perfect for each other,” Jenna beamed. “Absolutely amazing.”

You laughed it off, honestly not giving a single fuck anymore, and then ordered your drinks and decided to ease back into your seat and relax. Tyler and Jenna would never mean any harm, and for all of your constant criticism and stupid jokes, a couple silly remarks about hickeys was nothing compared to all the bullshit you and Josh made them put up with. During the appetizers, you glanced at Josh, who seemed to have recovered by now, and gave a light smile, before excusing yourself to the restroom before the main dishes arrived. “You okay, babe?” Josh wondered as you pushed out your chair and began to walk away.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back.”

You walked into the bathroom and walked to the mirror, the tiny voice in your head still curious as to how bad they were. It couldn’t be absolutely horrendous, right? You took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, your face instantly turning red as you realized there were hickeys trailing from behind your ear down your neck all the way to your shoulder. Shit. And to think Josh didn’t even say anything when you walked out the door. Of course! That’s why he didn’t want to take that fucking picture. You just couldn’t believe he didn’t mention anything to you. You should’ve looked in the mirror before you left or taken Jenna’s advice and worn a sweater or something, anything, to cover it up. No, you weren’t ashamed to have them, I mean, yeah it was nice to let people know you had a boyfriend, but this, this was a bit much. It was too much. It was like wearing advertisement on your neck screaming to the world that you were taken. Holy fuck, no wonder Tyler and Jenna didn’t keep quiet. Someone shot you a strange glance from the sinks in the bathroom, and you subconsciously rested a hand on your neck, closing your eyes and taking a breath, and then leaving, deciding to go back out there with your head held high and no worries in the world.

“Hey,” Tyler smiled when you sat back down. “Josh was just telling us how he decided to invest in some scarves for later on.”

“Yeah, very funny,” you rolled your eyes. You kept convincing yourself it didn’t bother you.

You picked up a fork and started taking a bite off the plate, when on dates you constantly just ordered a meal to share, and leaned on Josh’s shoulder as you chewed slowly. “So are you excited for the upcoming tour, Josh? I know Tyler is nervous as hell,” Jenna smirked. “He’s freaking out.”

“Am not,” Tyler pouted, obviously scared out of his mind that they’d start up another tour in just a couple weeks.

“It’s okay, buddy,” Josh reassured. “I’m kind of anxious too.”

“What are we going to do with you guys gone all the time?” you teased. “So much time on our hands, nobody around, extremely bored…”

“You’ll be busy worrying about us,” Tyler stuck out his tongue playfully. “Constantly leaving us phone calls and writing us sweet sappy love poems.”

“Sure we will,” Jenna gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “We’ll also get a chance to clean the house for the first time in a million years.”

“Whatever,” Tyler shook his head and stifled a laugh.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, and not another word about the hickeys on your neck was mentioned, except for a couple stares from people at the tables beside you, as well as a glare from your waitress as you walked out, but that was it. You exchanged goodbye hugs with Tyler and Jenna, and the car ride home there was nothing said either, which made you start to question whether Josh would even bring up the subject at all. Instead, he just turned on the radio and hummed along to each song, staying quiet about the entire ordeal. You weren’t sure whether you were supposed to be relieved or worried. Yeah, it would be nice to just forget about everything and wait until the marks on your neck faded away, covering them up with scarves and sweaters, however another part of you didn’t want to. You wanted to bring it up to Josh and pester him with questions and talk to him about it. Because you felt if things were left unsaid, maybe they might come back to get you again. Not that you didn’t love heated make out sessions and his mouth exploring your skin, but sometimes it did get a little much, and you needed to learn not only your own self control, but Josh’s as well. You weren’t going to deny it, it was a sort of embarrassing experience, even with your closest friends, and you weren’t sure how well you’d do going through another round.

So as soon as you got through the door and you both sat on the couch, you turned towards him, arms crossed, with a frown on your face. “Seriously, Josh?” you groaned.

“What?” he asked, concerned.

“You didn’t even tell me,” you narrowed your eyes. “You didn’t even care to mention it.”

“Are we talking about the hickeys?” he sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh you meant to,” you argued. “I know you meant to.”

“Okay,” he blushed. “Maybe I meant to.”

“Uh huh?” you raised your eyebrows. You tried to stay serious, but the way his cheeks turned a shade of pink and his lips curled up at the sides and his eyes softened around the edges made your heart melt. He was so cute and innocent and adorable and it was so damn hard to keep a straight face looking at him like this.

“I’m sorry for giving you love marks,” he only turned redder. “And for not telling you before we left the house.”

“Yeah?” you bit down on your bottom lip to keep you from grinning.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I guess I kind of brought that one on myself. I should’ve known better.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” you rolled your eyes. “I think it’s cute.”

“What?” he inquired, glancing at you with attentive eyes, genuinely wanting to know what you were referring to.

“Hickeys,” you smirked. “Rough kisses, heated make out sessions, your lips on my neck…”

“So you like that, huh?” he gave a sly smile, leaning closer.

“I do,” you nodded, bridging the gap between you two and kissing, his lips pressed against yours and the feeling of bliss clearing your thoughts once again. He felt so good. Josh’s lips moved towards your jaw, then down to your neck, and you let out a breathy sigh, when he paused, pulling back and staring at you.

“Why’d you stop?” you frowned.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he double checked. “I mean, isn’t this kind of the reason why you got angry in the first place?”

“Shut the fuck up and just kiss me,” you laughed, pulling his head towards yours and pressing your lips together, the sensation absolutely amazing. You moved away, both of you catching your breath, and you looked into his brown eyes. “You know I’ll always love you.”

“Love you too, babe,” he giggled. “Hey, uh, you still angry at me?”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “I could never stay angry at you.”

“Good,” he grinned. “Because I do believe there’s a whole lot more kissing planned this evening.”

“Is there?” you raised a curious eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” he responded. “Because there’s not a single thing on this earth I’d want to taste other than your sweet lips.”

“Flirt,” you smiled.

“Tease,” he remarked.

“Vampire,” you retorted.

“Hey!” his eyes lit up and you both chuckled.

“You know, we can’t really talk and kiss at the same time,” you reminded.

“Shut up,” he joked, pulling you close and kissing your lips. It was moments like this that you wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. You loved him so much, and whether it was hickeys or kissing or jokes or dinners, as long as you were with Josh, you didn’t care. As long as you were with Josh, you were happy. And that was all that really mattered.

F(x) Reaction to: You Finding Out They Were Cheating

snsd version; here

I hope these brightened your day anon ;) even if they were sad

Victoria: it had been a one time mistake that spiraled into an affair and she didn’t know how. while her heart still yearned for you, it was beginning to stray. so as she watches you leave, she can’t even say she feels sadness, only relief at no longer having to lie. she understands your decision and will respect your wish if you ask her to never contact you again

Originally posted by periwin5les

Amber: “wait, this isn’t what it looks like!” she has no idea why she even says that as it’s exactly what it looks like. and you know it. she chases after you, trying to explain & not caring that you two were causing a scene on the streets. she knew she messed up but didn’t want to loose you. she vows to do anything to win back your trust, even if it took the rest of her life

Originally posted by girlsgraphics

Luna: gives you all the time & space you need to think out what you want to do. she knew she had lost your trust, & can’t even give a good reason as to how the affair started, but she wonders if that’s an explanation in itself. could she have been all that trustworthy if it took no reason at all for her to be attracted to some else?

Originally posted by fyeahluna

Sulli: her strange behavior & sexy outfits while meeting her “friend” made you suspicious. so, one day, when you knew the two would be hanging out at yours, you came home early to find them in bed together. sulli could do nothing but stare in shock as the bedroom door swung open.

“oh, you’re home early …”

Originally posted by sulli-net

Krystal: immediately seeks comfort from her sister. she knows it’s selfish, that she’s in the wrong, but watching you hurt pained her more than anything and as she sobs in Jessica’s arms, the only explanation she can give her for her tears is “I messed up. I did a really bad thing and I can’t take it back”

Originally posted by neocolour


Anonymous said:
do a jealousy smut!!! if you have the time, thank you (-:
 I literally forgot this was a thing so g bless you for asking me to write this


Don’t get me wrong, I love when Ashton get’s possessive, but it’s all the damn time. Today Calum asked me to hang out, just us two. I agreed because Calum is like my brother out of the group, and I can tell him anything. I got a text saying that Calum was here and lets go get some lunch.

“Hey homie,” I greeted Calum. “Yo, so where do you wanna go eat?” He asked. “There’s this new little cafe on 18th, I was thinking we could go there.” I suggested. “Sounds like a plan.” He smiled.

As we arrived, my phone was blown up from texts with Ashton. I chose to ignore them, and just continued to talk with Calum. “I swear, you should’ve been there.” He laughed. “You always say that!” I giggled. “Because maybe if Ashton would let you out of his sight, you could have some fun with us.” Calum said. I stayed silent, I knew he was right, but I love Ashton.

My phone begins to buzz, “I bet you that’s Ash.” Calum said. I sighed, looking at the caller ID, and look who it is, Ashton. “Hey Ash,” I answered. “Where the hell are you? You can read my texts and not respond?” He bombarded me with questions. “Calm down, I’m having lunch with Calum.” I said. “I want you home now.” He demanded. “I’ll come home when we’re done.” I argued. “Y/N…” He warned. “Bye Ashton.” I rolled my eyes.

“Sorry Calum, looks like my boyfriend is thinking I’m a piece of property.” I sighed. “It’s alright, do you want me to take you back?” He asked. “I guess so, I don’t want to have an argument with him.” I said.

As I got out of Calum’s car I thanked him. “I’ll call you later about how this whole situation went. Heart you kid.” “Heart you too,” and with that, he drove off. I walked in with Ashton standing there. “So you can go out to lunch with Calum, but not answer me back.” He pushed. “Ashton, I was gone for an hour, not a week.” I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist in attempt to make me stay.

“Don’t get snippy with me, I didn’t know where you were.” He tried to convince me. “Ash, are you jealous of me and Calum hanging out?” I asked. “No.” He quickly answered. “Mmh, then if you’re not jealous, how come you don’t like me going out with them?” i question. 

“Because I know them, and I don’t want them to pull anything on you.” He lied. “Ashton, they would never pull anything on me, knowing you you’d beat them up! So, I’m asking this again, are you jealous?”

“Fine yes I am jealous.” He admitted. “I fucking knew it!” I said. “Don’t give me attitude. Sounds like someone needs to be taught a lesson.” He smirks. “No, I didn’t do anything!” I defended. “You never told me where you were, you went out without permission.” Ashton said. “Ugh, this isn’t fair!” I whined.

Ashton pulled my hand down the hall, and into the playroom. “No, no daddy.” I pulled back. “Oh no you don’t.” Ashton picked me up and threw me on the white duvet. “Across my knee, now.” I groaned, obeying.

I screamed into the pillow as I got spanked. Strangely the pain was really pleasuring. I hated to admit it, but it turned me on so bad when Ashton spanked me. “You wanted to get punished tonight, didn’t you princess?” Another spank. “No daddy.” I mumbled “Don’t lie to me” another spank, this time a little bit harder. “Y-yes daddy.” I saw Ashton smile and I felt another slap on my ass.

I turned around on my back again while Ashton stood up to undress himself. His prominent boner slapping against his stomach as he stripped down his boxers. He hovered over me, working his magic on my neck again. I moaned daddy into his ear every time he found my sweet spot.

He slowly kissed every inch on my inner thighs, always stopping right were I needed him most right now. “Ash just do something.” I whined. He shot his head up and dug his nails into my waist. “What was that?” he asked furrowing his eyebrows together. “D-Daddy do something please.” I whined. “Bad girl, you forgot again. You’re getting punished for that.”

I bit my lip and watched his head disappear between my legs again. “If you say one word or let out one noise, you’re punishment will get worse.” he breathed against my core. He licked over my slit before sucking harshly on my clit. I bit down hard on my lip to keep myself from moaning. I gripped Ashton’s hair, pushing him deeper to me. His nails digging deep into my waist, I was sure he’d leave marks.

I threw my head back and grabbed harder into his hair, making him moan. I moved my hips forward to allow Ashton more access. “Hold still.” he growled, before continuing his actions. I felt a familiar knot building up in my stomach and the next thing I know is hitting my orgasm hard. I let out an almost pornographic moan and gripped his hair harder.

“What did I say, princess? One noise and your punishment will get worse. Look what you’re getting yourself into.” He smirked and continued sucking. His tongue swirling around my swollen clit. “As- daddy, stop!” I whined and tried to wiggle out of his tight grip. “Uh-uh princess. I’m not done with you yet. Its all part of your punishment.” he smirked and lowered his head again.

His grip on my right side suddenly disappeared and I felt his fingers on my entry. “Fuck” I moaned as three of his long fingers entered me. He started slowly pumping in and out of me before eventually quicken up his pace. I screamed out, this was too much for me. 

“D-daddy..fuck!” I threw my head back and grabbed the sheets. He increased the speed of his movements again, his mouth meeting my clit again. “Oh my god” I moaned and felt tears running down my face, my seconds orgasm hitting me even harder than the first one.

“You think Calum could do this to you, huh?” he asked, “answer me!” “No daddy, mm fuck.” I moaned. “Can you do another one?” he asked and I just nodded, not being able to speak. “Good girl.” he smirked “I’m gonna make you scream so loud.”

He slammed into me without any warning. Thrusting deep and hard. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Holy fuck,” he cursed as he entered me. My nails digging hard into his muscular arms. I rolled my eyes back into my head as he stared thrusting harder into me. “Fuck daddy..” I moaned “Louder baby, scream it louder” me mumbled “Shit..DADDY” I screamed “Faster” I moaned scratching over his arms, leaving red marks behind.

He thrusted faster, curse words and my name leaving his mouth. I was a moaning mess underneath him. He held me steady as he moved in and out of me. I felt the knot in my stomach again. “I- Im so close.” I stuttered. “Not yet baby girl.” he said through gritted teeth.

“Oh god..fuck” I screamed. I felt Ashton twitching inside me and I could tell he was close. “Now come for daddy.” he said and with one hard thrust my third orgasm of the night washed over me, soon followed by Ashton. He thrusted into me again and spanked me one more time before he pulled out of me. I collapsed completely now, Ashton collapsing next to me. “You’re daddy’s good girl.“ he said and pulled me close to him, giving me a kiss.

“Sometimes, its good when you’re jealous.” I giggle. “I just want them to know you’re mine.” He responded.


A;N: So, it’s not often that i would get to write a  Dylan in Britain! fic so i really hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Pairing: Dylan O’BrienxOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 7,663 (whoops)

Listen to this. 

Originally posted by petrichordrizzle

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requested by anon: Harry Potter realizing what a sweet person Scorpius is


Fandom: Harry Potter (CC)

a/n this kind of sucked… and it’s not really Scorbus?? Idek but in any way I hope ya’ll enjoy it :)

Harry wasn’t the most excited for this upcoming Winter holiday. It was the second Christmas after everything with Delphi went down and Ginny talked him into inviting the Malfoy’s to come for the Holiday’s.

Albus had been begging for years to allow the youngest Malfoy to come over but Harry never could quite get past his childhood rivalry with the older Malfoy.

Now that the two were on somewhat solid ground Ginny believed it would be nice to have them over – she also believed after loosing Astoria the two had been rather lonely and they deserved some time surrounded by friends. Harry didn’t think he’d go as far to say him and Draco were friends but he wanted to make Albus happy so he agreed to send out the invite.

Harry didn’t expect them to agree. He still wasn’t keen on Scorpius or of the idea of him and his son hanging out so much. He knew it was unfair of him to judge the boy without knowing him but the hostility was there.

The day arrived in which the Malfoy’s would be arriving and Harry felt very apprehensive.

“Harry, be kind okay.” Ginny said straightening her husbands shirt.

“I will try,” Harry said causing Ginny to give him a look. “What I can’t promise anything more.”

“You’ve never even given the boy a chance,” Ginny said. “And Albus really likes him so I ask that you give him a chance.”

Harry squinted at his wife catching the way she’d said it. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t noticed anything do you?”

He went to continue to ask what she meant when there was loud thud in their living room.

“Scorpius!” Harry heard his youngest son shout.

Ginny and Harry walked out to the living room where the Malfoy’s stood. Albus was running down the stairs two at time.

“Albus!” The two boys collided in a hug before they seemed to realize other people were around and dislocated from each other. “Mrs. and Mr. Potter, thank you for the invite.”

Harry was surprised that the boy had such amazing manners. Not to mention he had a brilliant smile – so wide it nearly reached his eyes. Why hadn’t Harry noticed how innocent the boy looked?

Ginny gave the boy a warm smile. “Please, call me Ginny.”

His wife and youngest son both gave Harry a look, Ginny elbowing him. He took the hint. “Call me Harry.”


“Thank you Draco,” Ginny said as the three of them sat at the kitchen. “For agreeing to come. It meant a great deal to Albus.”

“If I’m being honest I wasn’t sure if I’d accept,” Draco said. “But Scorpius was very eager and he’s been through a great deal.”

“As has Al,” Ginny said with a sigh. “I’m just glad we can put aside our differences for our son’s happiness. Isn’t that right dear?”

Harry sat up straight, realizing his wife had just addressed him. What had she said again? Ah, right. Setting aside differences. Of course. “Yes. The two are very close. They make quite a pair.”

Draco nodded. “They seem to make each other very happy.”

Harry nodded as well. Albus was happier when he was with Scorpius. He looked over to the pair out the window. They were laying on the grass just talking to each other. In that moment Harry witnessed the two laugh.

Albus laughed. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he saw his son laugh — or be outside. He always trapped himself deep in his room when he was home only coming out for meals.

A smile found it’s way onto Harry’s face. Scorpius wasn’t as bad as he thought — hell the boy wasn’t bad at all. He was just a boy who made Albus happy, laugh and smile like Harry had always wanted for his youngest son.

“Yes,” Harry said. “They really do.”

Scorpius was already beginning to warm on him and it was only the first day. How did he ever believe this boy was a dark cloud? If anything he was the sunshine in Albus’ life.

Fresh Start - Making Amends

A/N: Part 17 of the Fresh Start series, my mechanic!Dean x Single mom!Reader AU. After this, there will be one more part before a time jump. There are still a few parts left, but we’re nearing an end. I love this series, and the feedback i’m getting on this means more to me than you’ll ever know (i’m in a sentimental mood:p). Anyway.. Happy reading all. Oh, and thanks again to my beautiful beta @thorne93  

Characters: Dean x Reader, Beth, Balthazar.

Warnings: Wee bit of angst, but mostly fluff.

Wordcount: 2135

*not my GIF*

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came to mind. Dean Winchester was falling in love with you, what do you respond to something like that? Did you feel the same way? Hell yes. That’s probably one of the reasons you were freaking out. You had realized when you lay awake in your bed that you were not only falling in love with him, but in fact you were completely in love with Dean, you loved him.

This thing between the two of you had moved so fast, and it was scary how much you felt for him after so little time. But didn’t that mean it was real? That it was something to hold on to?

You were so confused. You came here to end things with him, to spare him the trouble with your own drama. Now all you wanted to do was throw your arms around him and never let him go. You stared long and hard into those emerald greens of his, trying to find some words to offer him.

He was so sure he had pushed too hard. He didn’t get any reaction from you at all, except for an unreadable facial expression and more tears that stained your cheek. He had to fight himself not to wrap his arms around you, he wanted nothing more than to comfort you. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart?” He chanced with a soft voice.

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And now onto my love my bby the cutest lil ray of sunshine kim taehyung (I’m so so excited to see him act in his new drama!!)

  • He would be s u c h an amazing brother okay this is just perfect for him
  • He’s such a family man like when I think of Taehyung I think of family and he’s just such brother material
  • He would be the brother that’s highkey your best friend
  • Like he would always hang out with you and take you to the arcade, to dinner, just anywhere you wanted to go he was down
  • He would l o v e spending time with you no matter what though like you two could go out you could stay in and just watch anime he was just happy he got to chill with his bby sibling
  • He would be the brother you could tell anything to like he’d know your deepest darkest secret and he’d never tell anyone not a single person nope no bc you trusted him with your secrets and he was going to honor that by keeping them
  • He wouldn’t be as protective as the other boys when you started dating although he’d still give them the typical “you hurt my bby sibling, I hurt you”
  • He would be the type to actually ended up being close friends with your partner like they sometimes just kinda hang out by themselves
  • Tae tells your partner stories about you from when you were younger
  • He would have like zero shame about it too he would tell anyone and everyone stories about the two of you as kids
  • “One time, we climbed up this huge tree in front of our house but I slipped so my lovely sibling over there hugged me until I stopped crying isn’t that sweet”
  • But honestly he’d make just a good brother like just so so sweet and caring and just wanted to have fun and make you smile every day
Bucky Barnes can sing?

(A/N): So, this was one of the other deleted requests. I don’t remember it perfectly but I remember it had to do with Bucky playing a guitar and singing for an injured (Y/N) so that’s what this is :)

Summary/Request: (Y/N)’s sick at the compound and Bucky’s left behind to watch them

Warnings: Fluff to the max

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309

Originally posted by sebsmeatball

    Bucky eyed the slowly breathing body carefully, almost methodically if he thought about it. 

   “Buck- don’t just stare at them, that’s weird,” Steve muttered as he grabbed his shield, eyeing it before strapping it to his back. 

   “Steve, I don’t know how to take care of-” 

   “Bullshit,” Steve smiled, clasping his friend on the back. “You took care of me all the time back in the day,” 

   “Well, that was for colds and asthma and shit, (Y/N)’s been shot and beaten and-” 

   “And you’re going to take care of them just fine, I know you will,” Steve smiled, giving his friend’s shoulder a good squeeze. “Just put on some TV, make them soup, give them their meds and they’ll be good to go,” Steve stated as he walked towards the elevator of their floor, “Don’t put any metal in the microwave, try not to start anymore fires, and do not take your eyes off (Y/N),” 

   “I know all that you little shit,” Bucky growled as he grabbed a pillow, chucking it at the ever patriotic man. Steve chuckled as the pillow landed short of his body, landing just below his feet. 

   “Obviously you didn’t the last time we left you alone,” Steve muttered, quickly pushing the close button on the elevator doors to avoid another pillow. “Be safe!” He called out as the door shut and the elevator descended. 

   “The little ass,” Bucky grumbled as he walked to the pillow, bending over to retrieve it. “Telling me not to put metal in the microwave,” With a sigh he walked back to the couch, the couch (Y/N) was sleeping on. 

   The last mission they had been hit pretty hard, they were beaten to a bloody pulp, shot a few times, and had broken more than a few ribs. Now days later they were curled up on the couch, their breathing slightly labored as they slept restlessly. Now the team had another mission but someone needed to stay behind and watch (Y/N) and it just so happened that Bucky, the local nurse for every Avenger, was selected. Bucky really didn’t know what to do or how to care for (Y/N), he could give them medicine and soft foods but that was about it. 

   “Buck-” (Y/N)’s voice was soft and unsteady but just loud enough that it pulled Bucky away from his thoughts. Bucky quickly looked at them and their now slightly stronger breathing patterns. “Can you hand me my water?” (Y/N) raises an arm and point in the direction of the cup as though Bucky couldn’t see it. Without saying a word Bucky takes the glass, holding it out for (Y/N) to take. 

   “Sit up,” Bucky’s voice is rather curt, taking both him and (Y/N) by surprise. With a sigh (Y/N) slowly, infuriatingly slow flipped onto their back, wincing and crying out in pain as they did. They probably needed to take their medicine again. “That’s not sitting up,” Bucky states, an almost smile playing at his lips. 

   “I know,” (Y/N) pants softly. “Just give me a minute,” Bucky nods, impatiently waiting for (Y/N) to sit up. With great difficulty and they finally do, biting their lip to refrain from crying in pain again. 

  “Here,” Bucky hands them the glass to which they mutter a quiet ‘thanks’. “You need meds?” (Y/N) nods, wincing as they shift their body just a bit. 

  “Yeah, meds would be great,” Bucky nodded before standing, making his way over to Tony’s kitchen counter where bottle after bottle of medicine lay. Bucky grabbed the ones for the pain, popped the cap off, and took two for (Y/N). Without a word Bucky deposited the little pills into (Y/N)’s palm, watching them as they swallowed the little things with great difficulty. “You need anything else before I leave?” (Y/N)’s expression falls a bit, their previous pained look quickly melting with a concerned one too. 

   “Leaving? Where to?” 

   “I’m just gonna go train for a bit, I’m not actually leaving,” (Y/N) smiles, nodding their head in relief. 

   “Um…I don’t think I need anything else,” Bucky nods, giving (Y/N) a small smile before rising once again. 

   “Just tell Friday if you need anything, yeah?” (Y/N) gives Bucky a little pained smile, muttering a quiet ‘yeah’ through their pain. Honestly, Bucky did feel bad about leaving them in that state but he couldn’t do anything else for them until they needed more pain meds or food. So rather than hang around them all day, no doubt awkwardly too, Bucky decided that training would be a better alternative. 

    Bucky only stopped his relentless pounding of the punching bag when Friday’s voice came over the speaker, drowning out the music he’d been listening too. 

   “Mr. Barnes, (Y/N)’s very sorry to bother you but they are feeling a bit hungry,” Bucky hummed as he wiped the sweat from his brow, already thinking of what was on (Y/N)’s dinner plans for tonight. 

   “Okay, tell them I’ll be up in 10 minutes,” 

   “Will do Mr. Barnes,” Bucky smiled as he set the old towel down, his feet already carrying him towards the communal showers. He had to shower quickly and run up to make whatever shitty soup Bruce had told (Y/N) to eat. Soup was really an understatement, what (Y/N) was eating was some honey colored liquid with a few floating chunks of something, more of like a nasty broth than anything else. But if that’s what (Y/N) had to eat then that’s what they had to eat. 

   Bucky winced as he handed the bowl of ‘soup’ to (Y/N), his nose wrinkling in disgust as he does so. 

   “Sorry you have to eat this nasty shit,” Bucky muttered as he took a seat beside their legs, being careful not to hurt them. (Y/N) smiled a bit as they sighed heavily, sticking their spoon into the gooey mixture. 

   “It’s fine, only 3 more weeks of this and then I can start with the harder foods again, right?” Bucky gave them a sad smile, knowing exactly how they felt. It wasn’t easy to be immobilized like they were and it most definitely wasn’t easy having to rely on others, something Bucky had to do countless times. 

   “It’ll pass by quickly, I promise,” (Y/N) chuckled sarcastically, letting their spoon slump against their bowl in defeat. 

   “Yeah, I’m sure it will,” Bucky’s heart stopped when he heard the telltale sniffle of oncoming tears. Shit, fuck, fucking hell, he really didn’t know how to handle tears, he was so unprepared for this- and fuck, (Y/N) was crying. 

   “Hey, don’t cry, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Bucky’s words only seem to spur (Y/N)’s tears on more as their chest heaves with their sobs. Each sob is followed by a wince or cringe of pain, no doubt only adding to their tears. “(Y/N) don’t do this to me,’ Bucky all but pleads, still, not knowing what to do. 

   “I’m sorry-” They hiccup, a small whimper of pain leaving their lips as they do so. Bucky bites his lip as he thinks of someway to calm (Y/N) down, their crying was breaking his heart not to mention breaking theirs, literally. And suddenly, as (Y/N) sobbed so hard they had to clutch at their ribs an idea sprang upon Bucky. Without a moment to waste Bucky sprang from the couch, running to his room to grab what he needed before returning. 

   (Y/N) hadn’t stopped crying by the time he returned, if anything they were crying harder. In fact, they only acknowledged his presence when he sat up by their thighs, much closer than he had been previously. They lifted their hands to wipe away at their eyes when Bucky began, slowly strumming the strings on his old guitar. 

   (Y/N) immediately stopped in their tracks, slowly sniffling as they cracked their eyes open to see just what in the hell Bucky was doing. The sight they were met with was Bucky, gently strumming on some guitar no one knew existed. 

  “Are you lonesome tonight, do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart?” He knew it was kind of a cheesy and stupid song to play but it was one of the only softer ones he knew. 

   He kept his eyes glued to his fingers, the metal of his left hand thrumming against the strings. He had never played for anyone, he had only taken up the guitar a couple of years ago, right after Hydra as a way to cope with his losses. Being able to remember lyrics and chords actually helped him regain a few of his long lost memories but after playing for only a day he realized that he loved to play the instrument for a whole other reason. 

   “Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?” Bucky hoped his voice sounded better than he thought it did because right now he could’ve sworn it was shaking horribly, no doubt sounding awful. “Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?” Even if Bucky thought he sounded terrible there was no denying the small smile albeit bright smile that had made it’s way to (Y/N)’s teary face. So despite the shake of his hands and the way he wanted to shy away from (Y/N)’s adoring gaze he continued, finishing his little chunk of song. “Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?” Bucky finished, his hands shaking quite a bit now, far too much to continue to play smoothly. So with a shaky sigh and shaky hands he set his guitar on the ground, still avoiding (Y/N)’s gaze. 

   “So Bucky Barnes can sing?” (Y/N) asks, their voice still watery just a bit. 

   “Not very well but yeah,” (Y/N) smiled, their spirits brighter than they had been in days. 

   “That was gorgeous,” (Y/N) whispers, staring at Bucky with that adoring and fond gaze of theirs. “When did you learn to play?” Bucky smiles, casting (Y/N) a small little smile. 

   “After D.C, it was more of a coping mechanism at first but after I learned some chords and songs I realized I actually really liked it,” 

   “It’s beautiful, you’re really good at it,” Bucky smiled a bit wider, his hand still thrumming from the strings. 


   “Yeah,” (Y/N) nods, smiling at Bucky with that sweet, innocent little smile that was starting to grow on Bucky. “Can you- can you play some more for me?” Bucky smiled as he nodded, grabbing his guitar once again. And so instead of staying apart like Bucky had originally planned he spent the rest of the day with (Y/N), curled up on that couch, playing sweet and soft music for the two of them. 

~Extended Ending~

   “Would you look at that?” Tony clicked his tongue, smirking as he watched Bucky playing some tune for a very sleepy (Y/N). “Did you know Barnes could play?” Tony turned to look at Steve, who at the moment was smiling like a child on Christmas. 

   “I didn’t,” 

So I couldn’t remember the exact request but I loved the general idea of it so here it is :) sorry if it’s not what you asked for at all!