i'm going to make one of these for calvin because i love him too

eddiespatronum  asked:

Heey, I'm new in all of this tumblr thingy but I've found your blog and I really love it! So I was wondering if maybe you could make a story about a girl that has been Bucky's best friend (besides Steve) since he got his memories back, and one night they get drunk at her place after a mission, but things get a little "out of control", so the days after that they have to decide what's going on with them and with their feelings?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fandom: MCU

A/N: first of all, let me welcome you to tumblr!!! I hope you enjoy this hell we all call home lol. also, I’m really glad you enjoy my writing and hope you like what I made out of your request. <333 (PS: I really hope no one ever decides to look at my google history because the search for gifs has taken me to some very smutty places hahaha)


“So what do you say, boys? Drinks at my place?” you asked when you walked over to them on the jet.

The mission was a success and you were all on your way back home now. 

Celebrations were in order.

Bucky smiled and nodded. “Sounds good.”

“I’d love to, but I’m having a date tonight,” you literally beamed when the words came out of his mouth. He was your best friend, had been for ages and you just wanted him to be happy and find love again. He was slowly getting over Peggy. It had taken a long time, but he was getting there.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” you sat down next to him, still smiling like an idiot.

Bucky didn’t listen anymore, way to distracted by your smile. You didn’t seem to notice.

“You know her. But that’s all I’m going to say. I want to make sure it works out before I let you know who to kill when it goes wrong.”

You kissed his cheek. “You know me so well.”

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I’m sorry for breaking your heart

Imagine reader getting a terminal illness and not telling cal until last minute when they leave because they didn’t want to hurt him 😈(` love sob stories sorry)

Quick note I haven’t written in years. I changed part of the request because I couldn’t find a good way to make it work, but I really hope I did this alright

  My childhood was spent in and out of hospitals my closest friends were nurses and doctors. I spent most of my whole childhood hooked up to IVs and machines. I was a normal kid until my heart had decided “hey I don’t want to do this anymore I’m done” and quit on me. From age seven to eighteen I Was hospital bound. I had been on a waiting list for a new heart for a long time. The thing is when a kid needs a heart another kid has to die. I understood that clearly even though my parents and doctors never directly told me. The problem with getting a heart when a child dies is if the parents want to give their child’s heart away. When I was ten I was supposed to get a heart, but the family of the child couldn’t do it. I understand how hard and I don’t hate them. I eventually got my heart when I was seventeen. I spent a long time recovering and getting used to being out on the real world. When I was nineteen I met a boy that swept me off my feet and made me forget about my life. From the moment I met him I knew I never wanted him to know about my past. As selfish as it sounds I never wanted him to know because I couldn’t stand it if he looked at me differently. He’s under the impression I had a normal happy childhood where I spent my summers at a lake with friends and dancing at music festivals. He never had any reason to question me. My family was against helping me with the lie, but they wanted me happy. They watched me lay in a hospital bed for years and Calvin is the first thing that had ever made me happy. Sure I was so happy and relieved when I got my heart, but that’s different than how I feel with him. He makes me forget I grew up in a hospital he makes me feel new and that excites me.

 It all started outside a gamestop. Of all places to meet a video game store was where we first met. I was checking out old games since I Could never play them as a kid and he started talking to me. He was talking about the games and all I could do was look at him in awe. I had never met someone that knew so much I wanted him to help me choose games. I had a lot of free time since I couldn’t find a job that was willing to look past my medical history and take a chance on me. I had my GED and I was taking classes at a community college, but my health worried people too much. That’s why I refused to tell Calvin about my past. If the nerdy boy in the video game store knew I was broken and repaired with new parts he probably wouldn’t have talked to me. It was nice to talk to someone that appreciated me for me and not who I was. I wasn’t that girl who had a new heart to him I was the girl who didn’t know anything about games. We had talked for a long time eventually we swapped numbers it didn’t take long for him to text me after we parted ways. Our first date was at a park nothing really interesting happened we just walked around. He’s not a very romantic guy he wanted to pull this big thing off, but he messed up and we ended up not being able to do what he had planned. He wanted to take me to a fancy restaurant wine and dine fancy, but his reservation got messed up and we ended up eating sandwiches from Subway in the park. On our second date we went and saw a movie it wasn’t anything spectacular just some random kids movie that we both could laugh at. When I went to his house for the first time I witnessed the insanity that was his office. I knew he made videos for youtube, but I was never interested in looking at his channel. I figured if he wanted me to see something he would show me. In all honesty I watched enough youtube to last me the rest of my life when I was hospitalized. He mentioned me a few times in videos from what I’ve heard. I’ll admit I checked his fandom a few times to see what he actually did. They were all really funny and most of them flipped out when Calvin mentioned having a girlfriend. After a year of dating, I moved in with him. It was a little weird to live with a boy, but we were extremely close. I would stay up with him while he edited videos. I would make decaf coffee and he would make fun of me for drinking coffee like a baby even though he drinks a cup of coffee mate with a splash of coffee. Our relationship was one of a kind. We spent most days hanging out in his office and going out in the middle of the night to get food from any place that was open. I would lay in bed while he ranted and filmed his videos. From time to time I would try to distract him while he worked. I made a few sneaky appearances in some of his face cam videos. He would get so annoyed with me because I would pop up without his noticing and he wouldn’t be able to edit it out. I just enjoyed seeing the comments that said things along the lines of “WHO IS SHE?” After a year living together it was pretty normal for me to appear in the background of his videos. I could just be a voice in the back or a figure lying on the bed behind him. It was our little joke with his fans. No one had seen my face so I was just that mystery girl that was always at “Leafy’s” house. In one of his videos I had walked behind him in a pair of his boxer and my bra. I had no clue he was filming a face cam special. Since he’s an ass he put censor bars over my check and used it as a thumbnail. He was pushed out of bed on “accident” that night.


“Ow why did you push me?” Calvin whined from the floor.

“I didn’t mean to push you. Maybe you shouldn’t hog the good blanket.”

  Sadly all good things end and I knew Calvin and I weren’t going to last much longer. He had no idea. I had told him I was spending the day at my moms and wouldn’t be home until late or in the morning. With a quick kiss, a hug goodbye I left. I didn’t actually go see my mom it was just an excuse to keep him from worrying if I don’t come home. I started having symptom of possible heart problems and I was going to the ER. I couldn’t tell Calvin since he had no idea I even had heart problems. I was scared, but I was also too selfish to let him know about my past. I kept superb track of my health. I had notebooks filled with my scheduled medications, monthly check ups and every other thing that I needed a list for to keep myself healthy. I had thought I had a small cold, but the symptoms were too familiar. When I first got my transplant I was told my medications would put me at risk for infections since they stopped my immune system from attacking my new heart. The whole drive I was a nervous wreck, I had been cooped up in bed all week with Calvin checking in on me and taking care of me. That morning my fever had skyrocketed, my body ached, my head was spinning and my heart felt like it was working overtime. That was when I knew something was wrong. I had put on my best “I’m feeling great” look before telling Calvin I was going out. I must have done well because he didn’t notice or ask if anything was wrong. I curse myself for not realizing it was more than a cold. If I had noticed sooner things would have been okay. It wouldn’t have come to this. After several tests and being hooked up to machines I thought I’d never see again I was sent in an ambulance to the closest hospital that had a cardiologist on staff. The whole ride was terrifying a nurse had contacted my mother. She wanted to get Calvin, but I cried and begged her not to tell him. I didn’t want him to see me weak and broken. I didn’t want him to see me like that. I’ll always regret not asking my mom to call him.

“Your tests have confirmed our worst fear. It seems that what you thought was just a cold turned into an infection. The infection has started to attack your heart.”

I was speechless. My mother started to cry. My father was in traffic trying to get the hospital and Calvin was at home probably editing a video and making coffee.

“We’re going to have to admit you to the hospital and monitor your condition.”

 That’s when it finally hit me. I spent nearly my whole life in a hospital bed and my life is probably going to end in a hospital bed. I was given a private room so family could stay with me. I had fallen asleep after I was connected to so many machines. I had IVs in my arms, an oxygen mask and a heart monitor beeping with every beat of my heart. At some point that day my mom had contacted Calvin. He had been at my bedside while I slept. My mom told him everything. My whole past and why I kept it secret from him. I wish I knew his reaction. I wish I knew if he was mad at me or not. The last thing I remember was waking up screaming from the worst check pain in my life. I remember the panicked looks on my loved ones faces as the beeping on my monitor went out of control. I can still see Calvin’s tear stained face as he ran out of the room to find a doctor. I remember several people rushing in and the sound of the defibrillator starting up. Then everything was black. I will never forget the final words I ever heard

“Please don’t leave me! Please stay… fuck please fight I can’t lose you…”

That’s when the line went flat.

Agents of SHIELD characters as @dril tweets
  • Daisy Johnson: youll never shut me the fuck up , no matter how many times you unfollow me, you will never shut me the fuck upon here!! get lost Cyber scum!
  • Phil Coulson: another day volunteering at the betsy ross muesum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
  • Melinda May: my followeres, who all hate me, and wish to kick my ass, are nobodys, and they lack the combat training to injure me, because theyre infants
  • Jemma Simmons: YO *points to spinal cord on brain diagram* THATS THE BRAIN;S DICK
  • Leo Fitz: oh, youvve read a few academic papers on the matter? cute. i have read over 100000 posts.
  • Grant Ward: my uncles caught me searching "can i still join isis if im racist" on the family computer & are now withholding all holiday treats for 2015.
  • Antoine Triplett: "i wish they got, WiFi down here" - guy who died in the paris catacombs
  • Bobbi Morse: Have you ever wanted to click X on a bastard
  • Alphonso Mackenzie: MYTH: my posts are for the Pauper REALITY: my posts are for the Prince
  • Lance Hunter: someone please get me in touch with the little boy who died & went to heaven. i want to astral project him into my ex-wifes castle for intel
  • Mike Peterson: i enjoy a bit of "Humour" every now and then, but people seriously need to sotp tying me to a chair and injecting me with unknown substances
  • Raina: the wise man bowed his head solemnly and spoke: "theres actually zero difference between good & bad things. you imbecile. you fucking moron"
  • Kara Palamas: unfollow me if you hav e ever done or thought about doing war crimes. i dont want war criminals shitting my feed up
  • Andrew Garner: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset. ME: I agree
  • Maria Hill: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
  • Victoria Hand: i shall say this only; ive ended peoples careers by reporting them for "Ironic" typos & spelling errors., i do not give a shit. im a warrior
  • John Garrett: stealing valor by purchasing fraudulent military gear from etsy,. parading my insane loadouts in front of our vets as they hurl abuse at me,
  • Calvin Zabo: pal the only "meltdown" im having is my ice cream melting down into my hand while I lay on the beach & laugh while thinking about the trolls
  • Lincoln Campbell: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
  • Hive: me and a bunch of stupid assholes are going to start a community in the middle of the desert to either die or prove a very important point
  • Anne Weaver: let me be very clear: i would rather attend a Pig's wedding than attempt to sift through the dumpster you people have made out of my dm box,
  • The Koenigs: if you're ever wondering if im some other guy, the answer is yes, im him, unless it's bad to be him, then im not him, im a different person
  • Joey Gutierrez: im the guy who ruined Columbus Day by saying he had slaves, and im ruining Back to the Future Day too by saying the film is rife with incest
  • Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez: *slams king james holy bible shut on a piece of pepperoni with mayo and onions stickin out * And that is how u make a truth sandwich
  • James/Hellfire: dont worry ladies, im not one of those"Bros" who talks to girls about sex stuff. anyway, i have an entire bra stuffed in my mouth right now,
  • Gideon Malick: i can only hope that when a kangaroo court of dipshits comes to haul me to prison that i have the grace and humility not to get mad at them
  • Giyera: Sovereign Citizens Getting Owned Compilation
  • Rosalind Price: i get in my car and 100 men smear their asses up agsint my windshield and doors. Unbelievable. I'm late for work. This is clownish.
  • Glenn Talbot: UNITED NATIONS: ah!! please help us! we need just a normal man's opinion!! we got you a seat ME: How'm I to trust you, while God is bleeding
  • Holden Radcliffe: committing unforgivable crimes against nautre in my laboratory ,trying to create the next genetically discombobulated meme animal
  • Daniel Whitehall: argh.. (shakes fist) Damn you White people !! ha ha, but seriously though, most whites are actually highly intelligent, and resourceful,
  • Sunil Bakshi: shut the fuck up and kick my ass

anonymous asked:

hey! I'm new to your blog (I'm loving all of your writing) and I'm sorry if I'm not specific enough, but here's my request: Cal and reader have been dating for awhile, but reader begins to feel deeply insecure about them self, and it's getting in the way of their relationship because reader doesn't feel good enough for Cal. Cal tries to comfort then and show them that they're perfect the way they are. (I'm sorry if someone has suggested this before, thank you!)

Hello lovely! Thanks for your request, I hope this is okay! :D X

It seemed like you’d been having an ‘off day’ for the past few months now; it felt like nothing was going right and you began to feel more and more hatred and contempt for yourself as the days went on.

It wasn’t just your appearance (though you were cripplingly insecure about every aspect of it); it was your personality, too. Everything about you could be improved upon, and you didn’t know where to start.

It had been a busy day and you stood in the kitchen making dinner, slightly distracted before familiar arms snaked around your waist, accompanied by a chin resting on your shoulder.

Your face screwed up in discomfort as Calvin’s fingers lingered on your waist - it was one of your many insecurities.

In order to escape the predicament you nudged a knife and it clattered to the floor, giving you an excuse to wriggle out of Calvin’s grip to retrieve it.

His arms retracted (much to your relief), and you continued what you were doing until he spoke. His suggestion made you close your eyes momentarily in disbelief.

‘Y/n, I was wondering… we’ve not done a video together in a while. D'you wanna film onetonight?’

The thought of opening yourself up to so much criticism and public scrutiny in your current state of mind made you nauseous to the point of physical sickness and you knew you wouldn’t be able to deal with it… but you didn’t want to tell Calvin how you were feeling; he worried about you far too much and you didn’t want to stress him out.

The look on your face worried him and he knew immediately that something was bothering you.

He found it slightly amusing that you weren’t aware of how well he knew you and your mannerisms - to everyone else you were hard to read, but to him you were an open book.

‘I can’t do a video Cal, I’m so sorry.’ Your voice broke as you blurted the words and he chuckled slightly, though his serious tone of voice didn’t reflect the humour. ‘It’s fine, Y/n. Don’t worry about it.’

The way your body tensed as he slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body to his told him all he needed to know.

'What’s wrong?’ He asked, his voice quiet and concerned as he took the knife out of your hands and laid it flat on the counter.

'Look at me,’ his voice was impossible to say no to.

Sighing as you turned, you leaned against the countertop as his eyes explored yours.

'Talk to me.’

That was just it - you didn’t know where to start.

It crossed your mind that how you felt could be misconstrued as self pity and the thought sickened you, but you were beginning to feel overwhelmed.

'Dinner.’ You blurted, cursing yourself for the shitty excuse as soon as it left your mouth. 'I don’t know what to do for dinner.’

'Oh,’ Calvin raised an eyebrow, wondering what the hell was wrong.

'We’ll just go out for something to eat then. Come on.’

Maybe some fresh air would make you relax and talk to him, he figured. He knew you probably just needed time.

The restaurant was crowded as fuck and you stuck close to Calvin’s side as he made reservations for a table and was pointed to one at the back of the room.

Good; secluded. Quiet.

As you walked through the rows of tables, you could swear that every single person in the room was looking you up and down and judging everything about you.

A grateful sigh escaped your lips as you sat down and the constrictive feeling in your chest began to ease slightly.

Conversation began and your worries and concerns melted away as they always did in Calvin’s company. The food was delicious, though you had to take short breaks from eating because Calvin made you laugh so much.

He was so fucking amazing, you didn’t deserve him.

You didn’t deserve him.

The thought echoed in your brain and you glanced down at the food on your plate.

You didn’t deserve this.

Why did you let him take you out when you could have easily made something to eat?

Because you’re selfish. You take advantage of him. You will never deserve him-

A group of girls walked in who looked like they’d just stepped off a red carpet, and a glance at your own clothes that stood in stark contrast to theirs intensified the hatred for yourself that burned in your stomach.

The girl at the front had long blonde hair and wore a short skirt and a crop top.

She looked fantastic.

Her eyes observed Calvin and she flicked her golden hair over her shoulder as she caught the awareness of her little group and pointed their attention in your direction.

Well, Calvin’s direction.

Calvin’s eyes stayed firmly locked on you and he tapped your plate gently with his fork. Your eyes refocused on him and he smiled an adorable half smile as he spoke. 'Hello?’

He chuckled at your lack of a reaction and you forced a smile as you picked your cutlery back up and tried to resume eating.

A knot had developed in your stomach that was as all-consuming as the self hatred that refused to let you think of anything else other than how inadequate you were.


'I’ll pay.’ The words came out sounding almost desperate and Calvin turned to look at you, incredulous.

'What? No.’ His extremely predictable response made you feel even worse.

'Please? You payed last time.’

'Too late,’ he teased as he handed his card to the man at the desk.

See? All you do is take advantage of him. They’re right about you - you’re an ungrateful bitch who just uses him. He deserves better.


Tears stung your eyes as the car pulled into the driveway and you rushed inside the house, determined not to let yourself fall apart in front of him.

'Y/n!’ His voice was concerned and sincere and a whimper left your lips before you could stop it.

He caught up with you and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from going anywhere.

'Y/n! What’s wrong? Will you just talk to me? Please?’

'You should have let me pay for dinner!’ You inadvertently snapped at him and he dropped your arm, taking a step back from you.

'What? Is that what this is about?’

'Yes! No… I don’t know.’

'What is wrong with you recently? Why won’t you just talk to me?’ He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, beginning to pace around the room.

At that, you exploded.

'Because I don’t fucking deserve you, Calvin! You deserve someone stunning, someone who’s a much better person than me. I’m awful - insufferable. I’m ugly in every sense of the word and I’m so sorry you have to put up with me.’ Tears streamed down your face as a torrent of raw emotion spilled from your lips.

'You deserve someone like that girl in the restaurant - pretty and perfect. You deserve the best, and I’m just not it.’

Your tone became quieter as you realised what this could mean and you collapsed on the sofa with your head in your hands - defeated.

'If you want to end this - us - right now, I wouldn’t blame you.’

Silence blanketed the room as the emotions swirling inside you intensified to an unbearable degree and tears flowed down your face at an unparalleled vigour.

Calvin’s warm arms encircled you and he pulled you to his chest wordlessly and rocked you back and forth in his arms.

That was Calvin; calm during the storm.

You prepared yourself.

'Are you gonna break up with me?’ You managed through your tears, unable to meet his gaze as he held you, and he felt his heart ache for the pain you were feeling.

'No, baby. I’m not going anywhere,’ he said softly as he held you tighter and wiped your tears away with his thumb.

'How could you think that about yourself?’ He asked quietly, his chocolate brown eyes glistening as he imagined what you had been going through while he was completely oblivious.

'Because its true.’ You sniffed and he scoffed. 'I can’t believe you think that. You’re fucking amazing, Y/n. I wouldn’t survive without you. You mean fucking everything to me, and you’re so, so beautiful,’ his fingers under your chin gently encouraged you to look at him, 'inside and out.’

How did he do that? How did he manage to override your illogical thoughts when you found it impossible?

His soft, warm, familiar lips met yours and the kiss tasted like tears but it didn’t matter because he thought you were beautiful.

Inside and out, he said.

And he meant every fucking word.

I hope that was what you wanted! :) Requests/feedback always welcome! Stay safe babies and I luv u!! 


I'm Sorry

“Baby, you think you could be my little IHOP cook and make us some pancakes?”
Rosa smiles at me as we both lie on top of the white covers and the sun shines through the blinds in our new apartment. Her playful giggle brightens up the room more than any sun could. I watch my wife of three months stretch a bit and I look at the clock.
“10:23 on a Saturday morning, there’s no other place I’d rather be than with that beautiful girl in that picture.”
“Steven, you always try to butter me up when you want breakfast, like you don’t know I’m ready to make whatever my handsome hubby wants.” She picks up our wedding picture and smiles.
“I’m so happy we have each other” she says to me before putting the picture back down by the alarm clock.
Rosa goes in the closet and puts on my blue and white Calvin Klein striped button down shirt and walks into the kitchen. I turn my head to the right to look out the window. Shiny windows reflecting the apartments across the street. Before Rosa turns the countertop television on in our kitchen, I close my eyes and hear the traffic 24 stories below, on the sidewalk and in the street. Someone yelling for a taxi, subway cars going under the pavement forcing hot air to rush the the vents below people’s feet, street performers banging on big buckets to collect working people’s money. I remember one time, on my way to the train, I saw those guys playing a drum beat for the first time. I thought it was the most amazing thing. I gave them ten dollars. Two days later, they’re playing the exact same beat. I was so upset, they couldn’t even make a different rhythm for the same block? And to think I didn’t even get breakfast that morning I gave them money. I can’t stand street performers. They’ll never get another red cent from
“Yea, Rose?”
“We don’t have any milk for the pancakes!”
Her whining tone is still pretty cute after marrying her, elongating the last syllable of her sentences will forever be adorable to me. I sit up in our bed and yell out, “Don’t worry, love. I’ll head down the block to the Rite Aid and get some milk. It’ll only take me a minute. Just relax until I get back.”
“Okayyy. Oh! Don’t forget to bring back some Post-Its and one of those mini-Sharpie markers if they have it.”
“Dark blue?”
“My favorite color!”
I head out the apartment and for the elevator doors to close. I just realized my headphones are back in the apartment. Oh, well. I’m not going back there, I’m already in the elevator. I look back at my phone to see a text from Rosa, “U better hurry bak. Bacn is waiting”. I chuckle to myself while other tenants get on the silver moving room. I start to leave the building before the front desk seat warmer aka Harry shouts across the lobby, “Hey Mr.Cross!” I keep my head down as his voice bounces off of the marble walls. “Hello to you too, Harry.” You give a guy tickets to a baseball game one time and he thinks you’re best friends. I hate velcro associates. Stuck to you like little puppy dogs because no one wants to be their friend. Oh well, I only see him 20 seconds a day and feign interest in whatever conversation he tries to hold with me.
I take the long way round the block to get to Rite Aid, I can’t stand being near the sidewalk drummers. The crowded squares full of pedestrians take me along with them. I look up at where my apartment is while I go down the block, hoping to catch a glance of my spanish princess when I bump into some photographer.
“I’m sorry man, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
I when I look down, I saw his wallet’s on the cement. I go to get up but by the time I look up, he’s gone. I turn my head to see if I can find him, nothing. Nothing at all. I can’t see that mid-forties guy with the Polaroid style camera. How could he disappear so quickly. I mean, I know there’s a lot of people on the block, but no way could there be that many. And he left is wallet. I’ll just mail it to him when I get the chance later today. Better hurry up and get this milk now, I got food and beauty waiting for me.
I head to the “cold section” of the store as Rosa likes to call it and I pass the Ben & Jerry’s different flavors of ice cream, coupled by some Starbucks coffees sold in tall glass bottles before I see some gallons of milk. While on line, I can’t help but want to find out who bumped into me on the street. I hold his wallet right before it’s my turn to get rung up. A tattered light brown wallet, three fold sections, held closed by velcro. Some scratches decorate the outside of the wallet. Maybe he fell on it a few times, or he could have went rock climbing, trying to get some pictures of the sun and it could have fallen out. Maybe one of these scratches happened when we collided.
Oh! The markers. I search for the small marker amongst the last minute purchases they try to trap you with. All I see are Snickers, 5 Hour Energy’s and 5 gum. I guess I can’t get her everything she wants. At least I got the Post-Its for her.
I head out back to the lobby, groceries on my wrists and the stranger’s wallet in my hands. I press the up button, waiting for the elevator about to open the guys wallet when I hear, “Mr.Cross!” I close my eyes and sigh.
“Yes, Harry?”
“You got a letter while you were gone. A gentleman came in and said to make sure to give it to you before you got upstairs.”
“Um…okay. Can I have it?”
Harry looks at me with a stupid, somewhat lost look before coming back to reality. “Oh yeah! Just uh, just one second.” The portly 36 year old runs back to his desk, almost crashing into a little girl with her mother.
“So sorry! I didn’t see you there.”
He takes careful steps around the family.
“C'mon Harry. Remember, no running in the lobby. No matter how important. You represent the building that’s what Mr.Barton said when he hired you. Get it together.”
As he continues his one man pep rally to himself, the elevator door opens. I’m starting to grow even more impatient. I see a text from Rosa, “When r u coming baaaaaaaack? :c(”
“Harry, this can really wait. I gotta head back up to”
“Got it!”
He holds up the envelope like a child who just won a scavenger hunt with the last piece of treasure. Hand raised in the air, squeezing tightly on the paper but trying his hardest not to crumple it up.
“Thanks Harry.”
“Oh, you’re welcome Mr.Cross!”
I don’t think I’ll ever see a stupider grin on an adult male’s face. As I turn back to the elevator, I see the red numbers above ascending every few seconds.
“^ 3 ^”
“^ 7 ^”
“^ 16 ^”
Ugh, I cannot wait to get back into this apartment.
“I’ll be right up, I’m waiting for the elevator. Got held up by Husky lol”
I press send on the phone as the plastic bags start to cut into my wrists. I readjust myself and read the face of the envelope which reads “Mr.Steven Cross” It has no address on it or name for who it’s from. Just a hand-written name, either they were rushing or can’t write very well. I open to the paper inside. Just two words.
“I’m sorry”
What could this mean? Who sent this? I look over to where Harry was and he’s no longer there. Lost in this sea of tenants. Oh well, the elevator is back anyway. I enter it alone as I wait to reach my floor and decide to open up the wallet now that I ave a few seconds to myself on this slow elevator. No money. No cards. No ID. What’s with this? Maybe that’s why he didn’t care that he dropped it. Nothing important was in here anyway. I dig through the pockets a little more and find one folded piece of paper.
“Find the target. Once the target is engaged, execute and you will be relieved of your duties. If you refuse, another one dies, and one more will continue to die each day until you finish your assignment.”
Now my heart is pounding. What on earth do they mean “execute”? What target? Who’s dying? Too many thoughts race through my head and I glance back at the envelope in my other hand.
“I’m sorry.”
As I stare at the note, a picture falls out of the guy’s wallet. I almost drop everything. Why is there a picture of me leaving the apartment? It’s from this morning. These are the same clothes I’m wearing now!
“I’m sorry.”
The elevator door opens, frightening me in my new panicked state. I slowly step out about to get my keys when I see my door is cracked open. I lay the bags outside of the door and try to open it as quietly as possible. Everything seems normal at first glance. Maybe I just didn’t close the door all the way. I walk through the living room, over to the kitchen to see what I would never have dreamed of.
“Rosa! Baby, say something, please!”
The pan of bacon on the tile floor being surrounded by a pool of blood leaking from her neck and back.
“Baby. No. I…”
I pick up her body, my shirt soaked red and blood starting to move through the intersections of our square tiles with each second. I start to look for my phone, too stressed and excited to realize that it’s in my hand. I search around the apartment and I see the camera. The camera that the photographer had, the one who bumped into me. The sight of the blood stained knife next to it almost made me vomit. I find two pictures by it on the kitchen counter. One of an envelope with “Mr.Steven Cross” on it and a picture of Rosa, taken from behind the couch. That monster. I’m gonna wring his neck when I find him. I’m gonna make him pay for this. As I pick up the camera, I find a note attached to the bottom.
“The wallet has your instructions in it. If you do not complete your task within 24 hours or you try to contact the police, you will face the consequences.
Sincerely, Waste Management”
I drop to my knees. What can I possibly do? I can’t kill another human being. Oh God, Rosalina. Why couldn’t I have been there to protect you? I finally remember that my phone is in my pocket and start to dial 911. The phone rings and a deep voice answers.
“Mr.Cross. We know that you have faced an ordeal but you must think before you act. We warned you that another loved one of yours will die if you try to contact the authorities. Now, we will give you a second chance but you now have 12 hours to execute your assignment or your mother will be getting a visit from us tonight. Waste Management will not tolerate insubordination. The clock is ticking”
The phone hangs up.


I cannot wait to get in my bed. Today’s zumba class was intense, but I always have fun. And the instructor always compliments me.
“Clarissa, good way to keep the energy up.”
“Clarissa, looking good.”
I’m ready to knock out though. I have to get home quick. I finally get a taxi to notice me. He pulls up to the curb but when I get in, another guy steps in the cab with me.
“Um, we can share the ride. I can’t wait for another one.”
I don’t want to share it at all but seriously, I am beat. He looks at me nervously for a second.
“Go ahead, you take it.”
That was a bit weird, but whatever. Cab to myself. Home here I come. I love the city at night, the lights just look so pretty. The smoke rising from manhole covers is always my favorite thing to see at night. I cannot wait, however to see my little girl. Karina has been talking all week about her second grade spelling bee. I know she’s going to talk my ear off but I love when she’s excited.
I’m about to get out the cab when I realize there’s a wallet left in the seat next to me. Maybe that guy who came in the car with me left it. I’ll just take it with me, I can send it to the address tomorrow. I walk up to the third floor of my apartment building and find a note taped to my peephole.
“Ms.Clarissa Oliver”
That’s weird, it doesn’t say who it’s from. I open it up and there’s only one page with two words on it.
“I’m Sorry.”

anonymous asked:

Are you still taking prompts? Because I would love chubby twink Cas in panties and being insecure and Dean just being great. This is so vague and I'm so sorry. Love your blog!!! :3

Of course I’m still taking prompts. What, did you think I actually got a LIFE??? Ha.

But I also love this prompt, because chubby!cas is my JAM


Of course, the first thing Cas saw when he stood in front of the full body mirror was the overflow that puffed just right over the top of his panties. He loved wearing them, he really did, but they always made him feel inadequate, because he knew he was never going to have the defined hipbones the model on the front of the package had, or the tiny waist, or the petite ass. He brought shaky hands up to poke at the stretch marks staining his hips, and visibly winced when his skin dipped down and created a shadow in the crater where his finger was. And he was angry, dammit, because Dean deserved a lithe, attractive little body to have his way with, and he was the opposite of all those things.

Cas was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the front door opening, and a deep, masculine voice making Cas sure of its owner’s presence. He looked at the clock on their bedroom wall and sighed when he realized that it was, in fact, time for Dean to be home. Knowledgeably, he knew it’d probably be a good idea to hide his bareness before Dean came in the room and saw, but he couldn’t find the energy within himself to even bother.

He could hear Dean’s footsteps coming down the hallway now, so he closed his eyes and tried to will away his anxiety. Then, the bedroom door was opened, and Cas could hear a sharp intake of breath before it was eventually clicked shut again, this time with Dean on the inside.

“Well, hello to you too,” Dean mused, unable to keep the arousal out of his voice, and his eyes off of the lace covering Cas’s jiggly ass.

But then, there was sniffling. And a muttered “Hey,” from Cas. Dean’s eyebrow creased, and he set his bag on the floor, walking forward enough so he was able to set his hands on Cas’s shoulders and peer over them at the mirror in front of him.

“Babe, what’s the matter?” He inquired, genuinely concerned and confused. In return, there was just the shaking of Cas’s head and another sniffle before the body in his hands was turning around and wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck, who obliged to hold him.

“Why do you stay?” Cas asked into Dean’s shoulder. “You could do better. You know I’m fatter and uglier than anyone’s liking.”

Dean sighed and tightened his grip on Cas just a little bit, loving the soft feel of him. “Number one, fat and ugly aren’t synonymous. Number two, you are neither.” And Cas didn’t have much to say to that, because whenever he brought it up, they always fought about it. Instead, he just nodded half-heartedly and sighed.

“No,” Dean said richly, pulling back and looking Cas dead in the eye. “Cas, you’re too pretty to be sitting here thinking that just because you’re not a goddamn Calvin Klein model, that means you’re unattractive.” He slid his hands down Cas’s arms and onto his hips, grasping at the thickness there and stepping impossibly closer. Dean reveled at the little gasp that came from Cas as he looked up at Dean towering over him. “Baby, this is you. And I love you. All of you.”

This time, Cas was speechless for a whole other reason. He knew that Dean wouldn’t lie to him, and the fact that the notion applied to this issue as well seemed to finally enter his thick skull. So he nodded choppily and frantically blinked away the wetness in his eyes until it became too much and he had to wipe it away. Dean just pulled him in closer, letting him wipe his eyes on his shoulder and rubbing Cas’s back. Things weren’t completely resolved, but Dean planned on sticking around until long after they were.


anonymous asked:

Hey Gabi, Do you think this will be April/May all over again? We got Lilo, now Nouis and probably Niam tonight. Everyone except Harry...I'm just so tired of the 'not with Harry' narrative this band is sporting! I get he's closeted with Louis and they push that narrative also to their advance at the moment and Harry is not one to post a IG with friends etc. but it just hurts to see after all the years and I thought we passed that...

Are you actually asking me if Louis ends up with 3 babygate situations by the end of the month? My answer is NO. Why do you see it like this?

Can you please not forget that Harry was PUBLICLY in LA with Louis for a month then in England for many many days after the brits until Louis showed up in LA? He is practically spending his third day without Harry.

In March/April he had Calvin, Oli and his other lads all over the place. The command was to go out, be seen, make the headlines.

The only thing I agree with is related to last March/April is the *build up* to something.

Now let’s see what we have. A new dad who still hasn’t done a paternity test even though the whole world is chanting to do so, a baby that is in the center of a custody battle, new dad in fight with new mom who refuses new dad’s gf to be around the baby, new dad is willing to go to court to get custody.

- New dad looks well rested.
- Is surrounded by family and friends
- Happy, having fun.
- Still working ‘cause he still has the contract with Danielle but he still does only the bare minimum, even less, bless him.
- TMZ is focusing on the resolution of babygate and can drop the bomb at any moment.
- new dad is out partying for three days in a row (not looking as fucked up as in March/April) while BEING IN a custody battle.

Any sane person would hide, show their best to confirm their ability of raising a child and the importance of being part of said child’s life but he does not do that.

I know this fandom loves to cling to pattrtns but forget them. We are not even close to what went down this time last year. We are in a situation where babygate is the enemy, Danielle is the necessary tool to hold any romantic ties to Briana on a leash, TMZ is following a very smart plan during which they protect Louis and make him the good guy in he story, we are at a point where the resolution is building up, articles are NOT written about the partying bt the fandom sees it, freddies (oh lord), ex-larries (oh lord #2), neutrals etc and this all serves a purpose: undermine any belief that Louis is actually fighing for that kid.

Now we all know there is no baby and i am happy to repeat that every day, but apparently it is not everyone who knows that but they follow the fandom, they follow Louis (some even literally), and these pictures, this news, this image that has been built in the last few days IS getting to the fandom and it would be too perfect if everyone understood the ridiculousness of Louis partying and being the bad boy while he is supposed to be showing a clean cut responsible model dad image which we all know HE IS IN REALITY because we KNOW Louis Tomlinson but these actions are NOT helping the doubters.

These actions are meticulously planned, especially attending the party of the other babygate contestant where Louis was even name-dropped, so it is all coming together, and it all serves a narrative, it is all part of a war, it is NOT a war starting like last year.

This is a war ending, in front of our eyes. This IS gonna be IT. It’s not rocket science to see that we are heading towards the season finale and we are getting the happy ending.

I don’t know when and I am not a fan of throwing dates around left and right, definitely sooner than later, but these stunts - babygate and Danielle - have an end date, as well as the Syco contract and it will all come together, the pieces have started falling into place, now we are only waiting for a paternity denial.

And also, just a personal remark: I’d rather see Louis looking happy, spending time with his sister and bandmates (people he actually loves and cares about) even if it is three nights in a row than see him dead inside while associating himself with the Jungwirths even for one second. I even take 4 Danielle’s. Priorities first. Danielle will be gone in no time.

I'm The Shy One

Written in Y/N’s P.O.V
 Lately he’s all I think about. The brown eyes, charming smile, and his insane body. He’s literally my perfect boy, the only problem is whenever I’m around him I get so shy and awkward. I just wanted him so bad, like there’s a part of me that craves his kiss, his touch. I wonder if he ever feels the same? If he did, what would we do? I sat on the couch in the living room of Nash and Cam’s apartment. I thought I was alone but I heard footsteps upstairs. I slowly walked up there, praying it wasn’t a murderer. I heard something in Nash’s room so I opened the door and almost collapsed. Jack stood there, towel around his waist and dripping wet. “Oh god y/n! You scared me.” I stuttered my answer “I-I’m sorry J-Jack. I didn’t know you were here.” He told me he got there late last night. “So where’s Nash and cam?” He asked. “Bryant wanted them for movie poster shots” he gave an understanding nod and went about his business. I just kind of stood there awkwardly as usual. “Uh I need to put clothes on so…” He must think I’m so weird. “Oh right, I’ll just go back downstairs.” Before I left he started talking “actually, I was going to ask you to help me pick out an outfit.” I smiled and asked why. “Lately people have been saying I don’t know how to dress”. He laughed. “Yeah I’d love to help”. He smirked and went to the bathroom, he came back out wearing a pair of grey Calvin Klein’s. That alone made me want to attack him, but I put aside my urges and walked to his suitcase while he sat on the bed. “You should really hang these up” he just shrugged and made the cutest face. I found a pair of tan khakis and handed them to him followed by a white button up shirt. “Shouldn’t I wear a shirt under this?” He asked while examining the shirt. “No, it’s a lot sexier without one”. He just smiled while I blushed realizing that I said that out loud. I started putting the clothes back in the suit case and Jack started grunting so I turned around to see him twisting around all weird like. “What the hell are you doing?” He looked and chucked “I can’t get this belt untwisted.” I looked at his belt it looked like he was trying to braid it through the loops. “Will you help me??” He whined. I stood in front of him and tried to untwist it but it was useless. “Why don’t you unbuckle it?” He suggested. So I moved my now shaking hands to the buckle. I undid his belt and he leaned forward and began kissing my neck. “Jack what are y-you doing?” He stopped and looked at me “Shhh baby. Just let it happen.” He started his assault on my neck again. I let out a sigh because it felt amazing. “I’m going to fuck you hard baby girl.” He stopped and pulled me down onto the bed with him. Before I couldn’t even process anything my sundress was gone leaving me in bra and panties. His fingers went to where I needed him most and applied pressure. “Who made you this wet, babe?” He asked me. “You, Jack, only you.” He removed my underwear and then started removing the clothing he just put on. I could see how much he wanted me but I could tell he wants to make me to squirm. He climbed back on top of me and without warning, he slammed into me. “JACK!” I screamed out in pure ecstasy. “That’s what I like to hear, baby,” he grunted thrusting into me. He picked up my leg and put it over his shoulder, allowing him to delve even deeper into me. He hit my g-spot repeatedly, making me moan his name loudly. He continued to thrust into me, making the headboard bang against the wall. “J-Jack, I’m almost there,” I cried out. “I know babe, just hang on,” he moaned, leaving some hickeys on my neck. He thrusts hard one more time, both of us hitting our highs together. We moaned each other’s names, and Jack pulled out of me, laying down beside me. “That…was…amazing,” I breathed out, still trying to recover. “Yeah…it was,” he agreed. He pulled me close and gave me a loving kiss on my temple. “Y/n…be with me.” He said still out of breath. “I just was Jack” I responded. “No I mean…be my girlfriend. I’ve always wanted you to be.” A small tear escaped my eye, “Just know I’m the shy one in the relationship” I said to him. “Okay and just know I’m the one who is going to find that to be adorable.” I looked at him and kissed him sweetly. “I’m fine with that. I love you Jack.” He smiled “I love you too y/n.” We fell asleep in each other’s arms. We woke up about two hours later. Jack turned to me and grinned “Hi beautiful.” God he was so cute. “Hi sweetie.” I said and leaned in to give him a little peck on the lips. His lips were so soft. I went to pull away but Jack held me there, deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to slide into my mouth. His kiss is flawless. He pulled away, smirking and fluttering his eyes open “Round two?”
Our Song

They had just been driving in the car when Taylor urgently screamed at Adam to pull over. He had done what she asked and now he was just sitting on the side of the road, not sure what they were doing. She’d jumped out of the car and ran a few feet away from the car and she was speaking into her phone. Cutting the ignition off, he hopped out, moving to sit on the hood of the car. The road was pretty empty and he hoped that meant that the paparazzi wouldn’t drive by. He could see the headlines now: CALVIN HARRIS LEFT ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, TAYLOR SWIFT TALKS CALMLY ON THE PHONE.

Taylor wandered back to the car and hopped onto the hood with Adam. He put an arm around her and she leaned her head onto his shoulder. She didn’t offer an explanation for her urgency to get off of the road and Adam didn’t ask her about it… until the curiosity got the best of him.

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anonymous asked:

I'm a Larry shipper but I think Larries take it too far and I hate being grouped with them. I agree with most of what you(and other antis) say but I don't like when they(you) say Larry shippers ruined Haylor. Taylor was never good for Harry, we didn't ruin it. It was meant to happen.

Oh this message was starting off so well and I was so happy. Of course you had to ruin it, though. Directioners (mostly Larries, though) did ruin Haylor. Obviously, Larries are not the only ones to blame and both Harry and Taylor certainly certainly made mistakes as well, as no relationship ends solely because of outside forces, but Larries were the motivation for the media craze around Taylor’s love life, the slut-shaming & other sorts of shaming that resulted in her going 2 years without dating for fear of being made fun of award shows, of being called a ‘serial dater’ and ‘boy crazy’. Taylor had had other boyfriends in the past, and while they were also in the public eye and she also got some mean remarks here and there, the media was never as crazy as it was back in 2013. You know why? Because the media writes what sells, and with a huge fandom (mostly a sub-fandom, Larries) sending Taylor death threats, writing horrible things on her social media, scrutinizing their relationship to the last detail in such a loud & public way that the entire web soon became aware of the hatred Directioners had for Taylor, obviously the media picked up on that. That’s why it became trendy to hate Taylor in 2013 - Directioners (again, mostly Larries) were glowing with the prospect of the break up, and then the actual break up, and reading awful things about the woman whose relationship with Harry they didn’t agree with was somewhat of a satisfying thing for them.

And don’t even bother saying “it wasn’t Directioners! Directioners had nothing to do with it”, cut the crap. Taylor is now dating Calvin Harris, and a quick google search will show you that most headlines are reporting how happy they look, how cute of a couple they make, etc, not even mentioning that he’s her 7th boyfriend since she’s been in the public eye, or that she’ll break his heart soon or that she’s dependent on him or that she’s a slut, etc.. Because THAT’S what their inflammable audience from 2 years ago wanted to read, not what the audience of today wants to read - Today, most Larries couldn’t care less about Taylor because she’s no longer a threat to their fictional ship (Larry) or, to those who want to keep the boys for themselves, she’s no longer a threat for dating Harry either. 2 years ago, this huge fandom was actively searching for news about Taylor Swift, trying to find loopholes in her relationship with Harry Styles to say “see, she doesn’t love him!” or to find reasons to hate her so they could justifiably be like “She’s a horrible person, she doesn’t deserve Harry”. Some Directioners (and some Larries) WERE the reason why Haylor (and Taylor, in particular) got so awful media coverage. No wonder online magazines have been doing their “Mea Culpas” lately about it.