i-hate-when-you-talk

I hate when you walk by people talking in public and hear a snippet of a very interesting conversation and get left wishing you could have heard more because I just heard a middle aged woman say “but I won’t stop pooping” and that was it

more texts for you bitches [pt 2]

angsty af texts

[text]: I’m not talking about this with you anymore I am so mad
[text]: So you decide to treat me better AFTER you break up with me…yeah, no. Not gonna happen. Lay off.
[text]: FYI telling a person to calm down is about the LEAST productive thing one could do!
[text]: Do you seriously have that little respect for me?
[text]: You’re a piece of shit.
[text]: Take a hint – I want nothing to do with you.
[text]: I hate that bitch.
[text]: I don’t think this is how you treat someone you love
[text]: You have to take me back. Please.
[text]: I don’t like to leave loose ends and I realized I needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities.
[text]: It’s like you didn’t even realize what you said was immensely fucked up.
[text]: I also broke up with my [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other] tonight
[text]: What does it say about my self-esteem if I continue this?
[text]: I just don’t really feel like being your secret.
[text]: I just feel like no matter what I say it’s not correct
[wrong number text]: I think I’m gonna break up with [your muse]…I’m done.
[wrong number text]: [Your muse] just pissed me off so much.

flirty af texts

[text] Well, let me fuck you while I make potatoes. It’s every girl’s dream.
[text]: I’m sorry I asked to make out with you last night
[text]: So you don’t remember asking if you could kiss me?
[text]: Is it gay if I had sex with a guy during a threesome?
[text]: You have to love more than my vagina to be boyfriend material
[text]: I get nervous saying so in person, but I thought you were pretty adorable
[text]: Good morning. It’s [your muse’s name], the cutie you met on Tinder.
[text]: If we’re both single by the time we’re 30, let’s elope.
[text]: You’re not single, are you?
[text]: I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in
[text]: Here’s an unsolicited pic of my tits, because you almost died last night.
[text]: Speaking of lightening speed, he ate me out while I was watching The Flash. If that’s not winning at life idk what is
[text]: Hey so I was thinking, would you like to grab a drink this weekend?
[text]: We just had sex in the shed while having a conversation about cheeseburgers…so that’s how my Thursday is going
[wrong number text]: Do you think [your muse] would say yes if I asked them out for drinks?
[wrong number text]: Holy crap [your muse] is fucking hot
[wrong number text]: To quote Rachel Green, [your muse] is so pretty, I could cry
[wrong number text]: I could never talk to [your muse] … [he/she/they] is so cute I’d be so embarrassed.

friendship af texts

[text]: You didn’t choose the taco life. The taco life chose you.
[text]: Your Snapchat story was solely footage of stray cats and whiskey shots
[text]: I’m eating pizza in the bathtub
[text]: I got high with a cute stranger. But [he/she/they] has a [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other]. Sad.
[text]: Dude [he/she/they] must have been cute to get you to smoke with [him/her/them]!
[text]: If he’s into you and he’s got a girlfriend, what does that say about his character?
[text]: I’ve been out with this guy twice and no kiss!
[text]: I’ll eat brunch alone. No ones good enough when you’re not around
[text]: Anyone coming over I expect to be here by 8. There’s cake.
[text]: I’m masturdating. Going out alone! For fun.
[text]: Is it rude to send him a “Happy Birthday I Hope You Finally Get an STD” text?
[text]: Some guy tried to give me a high five out here and when I denied him he called me ugly
[text]: Please stop putting yourself down I hate when you talk badly about yourself
[text]: If you’re having problems, don’t worry about mine. You’re your own priority.
[text]: You should just dump [him/her/them] and move on.
[text]: I’ve had so many people in like the past week tell me they were closing on or saving for a house…I’m just like, have fun with that
[text]: You might have a house but I just spent hundreds of dollars on highlights so who’s really winning here
[text]: He was so cute, it was a shame it didn’t work out. I loved his face and his penis
[text]: You also look amazing in that pic I can’t stop looking at it lmao
[text]: As soon as I saw [he/she/they] asked me out for drinks, I was like aw fuck
[text]: Your mom is drunk at the bar

Into the Water

Tony Stark X Reader

A/N: I don’t know what brought this idea on? Maybe because I’m watching “The Impossible” on Netflix, and wondered how the hell they held their breath? I can barely hold mine underwater for like 10 seconds lol BTW I have 2 more fics that are almost done!

Summary: Reader has an accident after a nasty fight with Tony…

Warnings: Car accident, angsty as fuuuck, swearing, panic, death (??)

 BTW the format got a little fucked up! Sorry!

Masterlist // Part 1.5 // Part 2

Originally posted by teapotsandroses

“He’s just being a dick, Mom!” I cried into the phone, driving down the highway. “He’s so fucking stubborn! I just want him to be safe, Mom! He’s going to end up killing himself if he keeps being so reckless!”

Tears were running down my face, lights streaking quickly by as I drove towards my mother’s house in New Jersey. I had left the tower after a huge fight with Tony in the lab. He had broken up with me, because I asked him not to go on a mission that they had no information about, which sparked a fight. He had been pulling all-nighters, again, and barely eating. It was not safe for him to go on a dangerous mission when he hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep or meal.

“Oh, Honey.” My mom sighed into the phone, “You two will make up. You’ve been through worse than this. Come stay the night, and you can call him in the morning.”

“I hope so,” I sniffed, wiping under my eyes, “I don’t want to lose him.”

“Oh, baby girl, you won’t. Just let him cool off, and come snuggle your lonely, old mother.” She chuckled, “Now take a few breaths, and get off the phone. I hate it when you talk and drive. I will see you in a bit.”

Keep reading

James

 Notes~ You decided to go shopping instead of attending Devil’s Night with him. When you both are home, James instantly wants to get sexual with him. You both end up having a talk about something that has been bothering you for a while. 

Warnings~ Somewhat sexual,short mentions of alcohol, drugs, beatings, and rape.

Words- 1,098


Originally posted by tates-tortilla

Devil’s Night was almost over at the Cortez by the time you arrived back to your room. Instead of taking part in the event you went shopping with Liz. James insisted that if you must miss his party that you at least have someone else with you at all times. You knew what your husband’s favorite hobby was and it really didn’t bother you. It kept him happy and from getting angry at you, which is all you wanted. You walked to your bed to drop the arm full of bags you had with Liz behind you ready to do the same thing. You started opening your bags and sorting out the articles of clothing and shoes to take them to their proper place. Liz pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took one out before offering you one. “No thank you. I don’t smoke,” you answered.

“You might as well, everyone else in this damned place does.”

“I thought you would have much rather spent the night out with Tristan than with me.”

“Honey,” Liz started,”Tristan and I don’t have to go out to have a good time and I don’t mean just sex.”

“It seems like all James has wanted lately is sex,” you sighed as the last word left your lips. You walked over to your closet hanging up things and placing shoes on the bottom. “That’s just how the man is. He finds someone he likes and gives them gifts and riches to make up for the lack of emotion.” Liz took a long drag on her cigarette and got up when she heard a knock on the door. It was Tristan. Sometimes when James would “work” the you would go down to the bar and chat with Liz and Tristan for hours. Tristan wrapped his arm around Liz and kissed her before they sat down in a chair with Liz on Tristan’s lap. “Hey Tristan,” you said putting the last of your new things and grabbing a bottle of wine. You sat in the chair across from Liz and Tristan. You didn’t even bother getting a glass for the wine and just drank it out of the bottle. “It looks like you’re taking up drinking instead of smoking,” Liz said raising her eyebrow at you.

“You could always do drugs instead,” Tristan said,” if you do the right kind it’s the best mix of smoking and drinking.”

“You know I hate it when you talk about that stuff,” Liz pouted.  You looked at the time and it was a minute to midnight. James would be back instantly after that. “You guys may want to leave,” you suggested to your friends.

“March is such a grump,” Liz said.

“My husband is just particular, but I would rather you guys leave now so we don’t have to find out what he’ll do to keep you out.” With that, the pair got up and excited the room. You took the bottle of wine and put it back into its place. You’ve lived in the Cortez for while, yet it’s never truly felt like home. You loved your husband very much and wouldn’t do anything to bother him. That included trying to redecorate or modernize anything. You knew if he asked he’d probably say yes and use it as a way to make sure you never left him. You heard the door open and made your way to it. “Dearest, how was your day,” James said before you wrapping you up in his arms. His cane feel to the ground next to him.

“It was alright,” you sighed,” I bought a lot of new clothing I think you’ll like.”

“I bet they’re lovely.” James leaned down to press his mouth hard against yours. You gasped as you felt his tongue push its way into your mouth.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and grabbed for his hair. His hands moved down your body taking in its shape before they grabbed your ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you up to carry you to the bed. He laid you down and quickly touch off his shirt. He moved to be on top of you. Your hands pressed against his chest as he kissed down your neck to your collarbone. Then you thought of something. “James, I can’t.” James pushed himself up and looked into your eyes, “ What can’t you do, darling?”

“ I can’t just have sex with you like this James. Lately, you’ve just been acting like that’s all I am for you.” James looked like he was thinking deeply about what he was getting ready to say next. You honestly expected him to already be trying to kill you over it or force himself upon you. “ I can assure you that you are not used for only that purpose.”

“Than what purpose do I have for you,” you pleadingly looked into James eyes. He moved to the edge of the bed to sit with his legs hanging over the side. He reached his hand up to grab a handful of his already ruffled hair as he thought. You just sat there looking at him not knowing what to say. You never have seen him like this before.

“Dearest, you’re here because I love you. You aren’t here just because I want something that selfish from you. If I did I would just use any woman who walked into this place like I used to.”

You crawled to sit by his side and he pulled you into his lap. He was still looking off into the distance. “At most times,” you continued, “ I feel like I’m here just to be your arm candy and that’s why you offer me everything I want.”

“I offer you all of those things because I wish for you to be happy and as much as I wish I could I know that I could never make you truly happy.”

“James, is that what you really think?” He nodded his head without looking at you.

“You make me happy, you do I promise,” you reassured,” you just haven’t been acting like yourself. We haven’t even eaten a meal together in over a month.”

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“Instead of working so much next week, you should just spend time with me so we can actually talk about all of these things and get back to normal.”  

James looked into your eyes for a few seconds before speaking up,” I promise you that I will dearest and that my main focus will be put back on you.”


Thank you so much for reading. Please like/reblog. Requests, ships, preferences, and anything else are always welcome. ❤

Heart Comps. 3: Darkness Fuels Jealousy

A/N: IT’S BAAACCCKKKK. Heart Complications 3 is here! Now I’m warning you more, this is going to get violent, dark, abusive. We’re gonna see how bad the Demon side of Finn is, and we’re gonna see that he’s got interesting powers in the next chapters. This? It’s just a prelude. There’s no smut in this one, just general freakish things. AND YES I know that Finn would never be this way, however, this is my fic and this is how I feel the Demon King would act.

Characters: Reader Inserted

Word Count: 2,590

Triggers: Stalking, Anxiety, Threats

Type: Non-smutty.

Tags: @neeadinghugs @deseraysmiththings @panic-angel3314 @ambrosegirlforever @queen-twerks-a-lot @baeckyshorsewomen @mishaandtears

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What happens when Finn gets jealous? He loses control of who he is.

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Originally posted by baleesi

Waking up in an empty hotel room used to be fine for you. You loved your independence. You thrived in your aloneness. After that night with Seth? Not so much. I guess it’s a good thing you’ve had a 6 day weekend in the beautiful city you reside in.

You remember waking up to a couple of passive aggressive texts from Finn from the last few days. He wasn’t happy that Seth was first, and that he didn’t understand why you didn’t come to him. You know he’s called the Demon King for a reason, you just didn’t know that the Demon would be slowly coming out in jealousy fits.

You wake up to the light hitting your face. Your eyes, barely holding open as you fully come to. That’s when it hits you. Sunday. Tomorrow is Raw. I haven’t packed. Plane leaves at 8pm.

You check your phone for the time, when you notice the text message light blinking. You’ve fully avoided your gang of misfits all six days, which apparently has worried them.

Because your phone has 25 text messages and almost 40 missed calls. You roll your eyes and begin to scroll through.

You click Romans box first, the text messages pull a smile on your face.

Rome: Are you alive?

Rome: We haven’t heard from you in days.

Rome: Come on call me back.

Rome: I’ll send the goddamn cops, woman.

Rome: I’ll Liam Neeson you.

You send back, “yeah, I’m alive, just needed a break”, before clicking Jeffs box next.

Jeffro: I get that you need space but you gotta check in man.

Jeffro: Finn has been asking us if we’ve heard from you.

Jeffro: I think he likes you.

Jeffro: I don’t blame him but for real answer your phone!

Jeffro: Just got off the phone with Finn, again. He’s worried about you. Call him.

You hit the reply box, “I’ll call him after I wake up a bit more, I needed a break”. You enter Dean’s texts.

Dean: If you’re not either dead or dying when I see you, I’ll make sure you’re one of those options.

Dean: Getting us all freaked out that you’re dead. Dick.

You laugh hard, “back at you, douche”, clicking reply. Next is Seth.

Seth: Did I do something wrong? I haven’t heard from you since that night. Call me back.

You text Seth, “no, nothing you did, I just needed to be alone, sorry to worry you. See you at RAW?”

And the dreaded 12 text messages from Finn. The lump in your throat forms, more scared than sad.

Finn: Are you okay? Call me back.

Finn: Look, you need to tell me if you’re alive. Answer.

Finn: I’m getting really, really upset that you’re avoiding me.

Finn: Do you hate me or something?

Finn: I can’t get ahold of Seth either. You two having fun?

Finn: I still don’t understand why you’re into him. It’s weird.

Finn: But clearly he’s won you over so I’ll just leave you be.

Finn: You know I hate it when you don’t talk to me.

Finn: (Y/N)..

You don’t even read the rest. You just start clicking away. “I’m alright. I’ve been AT MY HOUSE for the past six days. I wanted some alone time, because ever since I slept with Seth, you all have been fighting for my attention. YOU MORE THAN ANYONE. If I want to sleep with any of you, I’ll make sure to let you know”.

You hit send and get out of bed, not even comprehending why he’s so upset. It’s unlike Finn so much, so it scares you. You’re not dating, you can sleep with who you want. You mentally shrug and pull your hair into a ponytail before looking through your dresser for clothes to bring on the new States tour. You don’t even know where to start, but what you do know… is that you’re bringing a lot of lingerie.

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You slowly make your way around the Talking Stick Resort Arena in Phoenix, AZ, catching Romans eye from down the hall. He stops his conversation mid sentence to charge at you. You brace yourself for floor impact, dropping your bags, but you’re lifted off the floor in a big spin hug.

“Rome, you’re crushing me”.

Ohp”, he says as he sets you down gently, “I forgot that you’re tiny”. You hit his bicep playfully as he grabs your bags. That’s when he looks at you almost sympathetically. You roll your eyes.

“What now, Rome”, you ask before gazing into his blue eyes. His mouth twists, like he’s contemplating even telling you, that’s when a deep sigh leaves his body.

“Finn… isn’t Finn right now”, he mumbles as you both begin walking to the locker rooms to get ready for the show, “you see, we’ve been around him long enough to tell the signs, but you..”, he pauses, “you’re new”.

A look of confusion plays on your face, trying to decipher his words.

“When Finn is mad.. or jealous.. or basically any type of negative emotion.. something else comes out.. someone else”.

“What do you mean by that? Why is it aimed towards me?”

“He’s got a thing for you, he has since he met you, and when you slept with Seth, his someone else started to begin to show through”, you both turn the corner, walking down a long, quiet hall, “and what you sent him today pushed him into dangerous territory, a place none of us have seen in quiet a while”.

Finn turns a corner, standing in front of the both of you, “speak of th’ devil, am I correct”? Your body detects the instant change of atmosphere as he stands in front of you, almost taller than usual. Roman keeps close to you, ready to jump at any given time.

Your lips let out a faint whisper, “hiya finn..”. The words from your lips make him lick his slowly, “she haven’t a clue, has she”?

As Roman and Finn stare each other down, Romans arm hovers in front of you protectively. You eye Finn up and down. He is taller. You begin looking harder at him, his silky white Irish skin you knew is almost as stark as fresh snow. The pitch black suit doesn’t help. Your eyes trail along his elongated body to his face. His lips that used to be a wet, pouty pink, have become dry, and three shades lighter. His normal bright blue eyes are an ashy gray, followed by a hint of smoldering red. You take a step back to assess this situation. His grin upon his face plays wider, taunting you to make any sort of statement, any sort of sudden move.

“I can hear your heart beating faster, ya should probably go”.

You begin to walk past both Roman and Finn. He grabs your arm tight.

“Don’t worry, little one”, his words like shards of glass against your face, he leans in close, “I don’t have a match tonight, even if you run, I’ll find you”. That’s when he whispers something into your ear, something you can’t decode, but the sound of it makes your ears ring louder than church bells. You pull away and notice the devilish grin form on his face, gulping down a swallow of air as you look into his shadowy eyes. He allows your arm its freedom as Roman follows you into the locker room. His face almost as white as the walls behind him.

“Sooo… yeah that whole Demon King Finn thing? Yeah, real.”

I can fucking see that, Rome”.

He starts laughing as you calm your breathing, but he slyly locks the door behind him. Roman saunters up to you, standing directly behind you.

“Sorry for protecting you”, he pulls you by the shoulder so you’re facing him, “I know you don’t need any but I felt.. dominant.. around you”. Your breathing stalls as your hand reaches up, placing it on his chest. You immediately know you want to feel this man inside you. You also immediately know who lurks out in the shadows.

“Rome, I want to, so fucking bad”, you pull your hand away from him, “but we’re gonna have to wait until this shit with the Demon King is over”. His assuring smile lets you know that’s alright.

“I just want to make it through this night unscathed, okay?”

He kisses the top of your head, letting his lips linger on your skin for a couple seconds longer, “I’m always going to keep you safe”. You breathe into his neck. Safe. It’s the one word you’ve needed to hear since you ended up in the warpath of a jealous demon. Your heart calms at the sentence, knowing you could be hurt as soon as you walk out the door.

“Rome”, your inquisitive voice protrudes with a nervous break, “you said Finn isn’t Finn, which is very understandable now, but if he’s not Finn, what do I call him”? You feel Roman take a nervous gulp.

“Bálor. He’s Bálor. Demon King from the depths of an unruly hell”, he steps away from you, “who is using Finns jealousy to bring himself out, which means”.. Roman stops himself and takes a step away from you, before placing his hands upon both your shoulders, “we’re gonna get out of this room, okay”?

“Roman, what? ‘Which means’ what”? You struggle to grab your bag but he throws it over his shoulder.

“Bad things. Follow”.

He takes your hand, peeking his head out from the door, making sure there’s nobody around. “I’m taking you to Seth and Jeff”, he mouths, just in case. He begins heading down the hallway, always looking to make sure you’re not in any danger.

“Why”, you mouth back.

“I have a match with Dean”, he replies, looking back at you, “they’ll be able to help if I’m not around”.

Roman finally bursts through the door with force, making both Seth and Jeff jump from their chairs around a smaller table. Seth throws his cards halfway across the room in shock as Roman locks the door.

“Rome, the fuck man”?

You step from behind him, the expression on your face confirming their worst fears. Seth drops his anger, pulling you into a tight embrace. Jeff lowers his head, “she has, hasn’t she”? Roman nods, stripping his clothes off, ducking behind some lockers to get changed.

“Yeuhp, she has, and that’s not even the worst part”, he buckles his wrestling gear up as Dean comes staggering through the bathroom, “if that ain’t the worst part, what the hell is”?

Roman steps back to everyone, pulling his top over his head, “he’s so beyond a jealous rage that he relinquished his entire being over”, he clips his vest. He motions for Dean to follow him out, “so keep an eye on (Y/N), she’s gonna need it, especially with Bálors jedi mind tricks”. They leave, the door clicking locked behind them.

You dig through your marked outfit box, hoping to find something colorful to pep you up out of your funk. Oooh, lime green. You pull your outfit out and Seth looks up, “need me to help”, his smile beaming with his question. You mess up his hair, “I think I can dress myself”. You turn and disappear into the bathroom, Jeff and Seth both watching until you’re out of view.

It’s not very big, it never is, but the showers have great water pressure and the steam helps you relax. The hot water runs over your tired, drained body, hoping to find any bit of energy to get through your match. You step out, a towel loosely wrapped around your body. The shower door is locked shut, but it feels chilly, even with all the hot steam. You seem drowsy, hoping you’re dreaming as your towel falls off your body. You bend pick it up, but it gets kicked away from your hand. The bathroom lights begin to flicker a little.

You shoot straight back up and look directly into the mirror. Bálor. You turn around, but he isn’t here. Jedi mind tricks. You slowly face the mirror again, and this time he’s closer, reaching up and tugging a clump of your hair hard. You instinctively throw a punch into the wall, and everything stops, except for a soft laugh. You’ve never dressed faster in your life.

You step back into the locker room, and the four boys are there. Roman and Dean sweaty from their match. You look confused.

“How long was I in there for”?

“Almost an hour and fifteen minutes, they got back an hour ago”, Jeff replies, “are you alright”? You nod, lacing up your boots for your upcoming match. Dean perks up, “I suggest we all follow her to gorilla, so she doesn’t run into DemonDick”.

“He’s not a dick”, you lace your boots tighter, “he’s just.. not himself”. You hate when they talk about him. Finn is still your friend. He’s just not Finn. You stand up, heading towards the door.

“I can take care of myself, just stay here”, you assure them as each one looks at you, almost pleading to not go out alone, “I got this”. You smile.

You head out down the hallway to gorilla as you run chest first into him. You most certainly don’t got this.

You push him a little, “move”, your tone harsh. He catches your wrist, “now, now, look at ya”, his smoldering dead gray gaze slowly looks you from top to bottom, “such wonderful colors for someone apparently dark enough to dare piss me off”, the tone in his voice is gritty, “I should teach ya not to do that right here”.

Bálor slams you against the wall, hard enough to prove a point, watching the breath escape your lungs, “but I’m not one for foreplay”, he breathes out from his nose, the playful evil look turns to rage again, “I’ll see you later”. He removes his grip, sauntering away as if it never happened.

Your match with Sasha Banks went smoothly, you pick up a win just before Wrestlemania, where you’re supposed to team with Finn. You just hope Finn is Finn by then. The boys meet you in the gorilla, your stuff with them.

“We’re headed to the hotel, Finn has a room with us, we booked you a different one on the other side of the hotel, where maybe he can’t find you”. You thank them as you all head down the street towards the hotel, draped in a long jacket, you in the middle of four overprotective men.

Roman helps you to your room, the tiredness sinking in as you can barely see straight as you get to the door.

“You going to be okay?”, he asks, the genuine concern is refreshing after the day you’ve had. You breathe out almost in a defeated tone, “yeah, I think I will be”.

You watch his face twist a little, almost regretting letting you be alone in your room. He kisses the top of your head before handing you your bag.

“I know you’re worried about Finn, but you don’t have to be. Get some sleep, okay? You deserve it.”

Your innocent smile plays up, “I will Rome”.

“Call if you need help”, he says as he heads down to the elevator. You shove the key card in the slot and push open the door, closing it slowly. An instant chill runs from your lower back to your spine.

“I told you I’d see you later”.

Stay or Go

Request: Can you write an imagine about a 5'6 curvy but toned (hourglass shape) dark-skinned African-American woman that works with Tony (not an Avengers) and is good friends with Bucky or Steve. She also has feelings for either one but think he only sees her as a friend but actually he’s in love with her but doesn’t think she’ll date him because he’s white.

Tony danced around the lab like an idiot, while you continued with the schematics for a new weapon to put on Tony’s suit. Any other day you might have joined in. His music taste wasn’t all bad, every now and again he’d surprise you with very old music that you liked, usually from your parents playing it around the house. However, today you were gripped by this unexplainable need to finish the schematic you’d been working on for a new defense mechanism for Tony’s suit. You could call it a stroke of genius inspiration, and you had to get it done before the inspiration left. Tony may have been a bit flamboyant today but he did not get in the way of your work.

“Tony, what the hell?!” A new voice yelled, you jumped a bit and looked up to see who was yelling. It was Steve, you looked over at Tony suspiciously wondering what he had done to piss of Captain America. Tony shrugged as the two of you made eye contact.

“What did I do this time?” Tony asked nonchalantly. You found it amazing how calm he could be when a very annoyed super soldier was stalking into the office.

“If you thought the fire crackers in a pot gag was funny, think again,” he growled. You gave Tony a look of pure incredulity. Why would he do that?

“It was as good a wake up call as any,” Tony said, his voice skipping up a few octaves as he became defensive. He was more or less pleading his case to you.

“I’m so sorry about him, Stevie. I should have known that if he wasn’t bothering me he would bother you. Are you guys alright? How’s Bucky?” you asked, setting your pen down and accepting that you were going to have to take a break. Steve stopped glaring at Tony long enough to look at you and answer.

“He’s fine now, but if Tony had even a bit of sense-”

“It seemed like something familiar for him to wake up to,” Tony interrupted. He was being an asshole and you fully intended to give him a piece of your mind once Steve left.

“We both know sometimes Tony is lacking in the sense department. I’ll handle Tony, you get back to Bucky. I’ll visit this evening.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Steve sighed, then shot one more glare at Tony for good measure. You watched Steve leave then you turned your glare to Tony. He was reclining in a desk chair, throwing popcorn in the air and catching it in his mouth.

“You are such an asshole, you know that?” you tried to keep from yelling at him, but he could just be so annoying and selfish.

“I am aware of that, yes,” he responded.

“I get that you don’t like Bucky, and that’s fine, but do you have to antagonize him?”

“Well given that he-”

“Oh stop it! We both know the story. You know he was brainwashed to do those things. Bucky shouldn’t be HYDRA’s scapegoat!” you argued.

“If it wasn’t for him, my parents would still be alive. If you ask me I’d say I’m going easy on him.”

“Tony, I am your friend but I have to call you out on your bull shit. What you’re doing is wrong. I know you’ve got your own problems that you’re trying to work through but vengeance is a double edged sword, and it’ll cut you too.”

“Ugh, I hated when you talk in riddles,” he threw his head back, as if  exhausted.

“Well if karma doesn’t kick your ass, Steve will. First you won’t allow Bucky to go home with his best friend because you want to ‘keep an eye on him’ then while he’s here you torture the poor man. Steve has started fights for less Tony, and with all due love and respect, without your suit you ain’t got shit on Captain America. And if Cap fights then Sam and Bucky fight, and do you want another civil war?”

“I think you’re just mad because I’m toying with your crush,” Tony grinned.

Without thinking you threw the nearest object at him. It was a little piece titanium that hit him right in the arm.

“Ow, dammit,” he complained rubbing his arm, “Fine I’ll go easy on your boyfriend.”

“You’ll let him go live with Steve.”

“Well if I do that then you’ll never see him,” Tony pointed out. You looked around for something else to throw at him but the things at your desk were either needed materials or simply too big to just chuck at Tony.

“That doesn’t matter, Tony. It’s not like he likes me anyway, so how about you let him and Cap go on their merry way,” you said dejectedly.

“So you can just keep being the supportive friend?”

“You don’t even like Bucky why are you suddenly trying to be a matchmaker?”

“Because I like you, and you are too damned cute to look that sad about some guy. Especially Bucky. He’s like 90, he’d be a damned idiot not to want you. You could do sooo much better though.”  

“Duly noted, but I still would like it if you didn’t hold Bucky hostage here. He’s obviously not happy.”

“If that’s what you really want,” Tony sighed getting up from his chair, “I’ll deliver the news now.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled.

Steve sat on the sofa in Bucky’s room, recalling the events of his talk with Tony, “I think Y/N is giving him what for. She has away of twisting his arm and getting her way.”

“Yeah, she’s something else,”Bucky said fondly. Steve looked over at him with his lips pursed. Only a fool would miss how crazy Bucky was about Y/N. Just the mention of your name could bring a smile to his face. You and Steve became friends shortly after the battle of New York. You worked in tech, fixing his equipment, and the rest of the teams after the battle. He had come to like you instantaneously. Anybody who could make Tony Stark shut up was someone he could be friends with. That being said, if his best friend was going to try and date anyone he didn’t mind that it was you.

“She’s really great Buck, and super nice,” Steve began, obviously talking you up in hopes of actually making Bucky do more than befriend you. You and Bucky became easy friends through Steve, you had a good sense of humor and it made Bucky laugh when he didn’t even feel like smiling.

“Steve, I know what you’re doing. And you don’t have to sell her good qualities to me, I already know she’s great. She isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is? If you know that she’s great then you know that she’s not going to be available forever. Her career might take her away, somebody  might come along, see how great she is and make a move.”

“Then that someone should, they’d probably be better for her… and more her type.”

“What does that mean, Buck?” Steve asked in an exasperated tone.

“Well she’s…”

“African American? Buck, you never had a problem with African American’s not even in the forties, so what the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t have a problem with her being African American, her skin is beautiful it’s like all the things good in this world put into the richest color.”

“Well alright Hemingway, if it’s not her race then what’s holding you back?”

She might have a problem with me being white. I mean historically speaking, she would have a little bit of a right to it,”he said with a forlorn sigh.

“I highly doubt that Bucky. She’s our friend, it would be a little counterintuitive for her to be so close to us and harbor ill feelings towards us.”

“Being friends and being romantically involved are two very different things.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” Steve countered, “Worst case scenario she say no and we all continue to be friends.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is-” A knock on the door interrupted Steve’s sentence. Steve looked towards the door confused as to who it could be. He opened the door and immediately frowned as he saw Tony standing there.

“What do you want?” Steve asked.

“I’d like to talk to you in private for a while. Without the murder-sicle listening in.”

Steve rolled his eyes but stepped out and closed the door. Tony walked away from the door and down the hall.

“Listen,” Tony began in hushed voice, “Y/N has convinced me to let you and your friend skip off into the sunset.”

“Really?” Steve asked skeptically.

“She’s got a good heart and she’s good at persuading me, but there’s a small problem.”

“And what’s that?” Steve figured there was catch it seemed too easy for him to just let them be.

“It’s Y/N, I know you guys are all friends or whatever, but she’s crazy about Bucky. I’m pretty sure sometimes I catch her writing his name with hearts around it on her data. It’s sickening, and kind of sad really,” Tony said more to himself, “If you guys go then she won’t see Bucky anymore and she’ll probably start listening to Unbreak My Heart and crying and I can’t see her like that.”

“…I’ll just let Bucky decide what he wants to do,” Steve said after a moment.

“I know Bucky is into her. I don’t care how scrambled your brains are you’d have to be blind and dumb not to like her. So tell him to stop being a coward and just ask her on a date,” Tony’s tone was exasperated.

“Great, thanks Tony,” Steve’s tone was largely just annoyed now, but Tony did have a point and there was really only one thing to do. Tony went back the way he came, hands shoved in his pockets. Steve went back inside to deliver the news. Bucky looked at him expectantly, wondering what layer of torture Tony was adding now.

“What is it?” Bucky asked when Steve didn’t start talking immediately.

“Tony’s letting you go, says you can come live with me if you want to.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise he had not been expecting that, “What? Really?”

“Yeah… if you want to we can go off to DC… but you probably won’t see Y/N again.”

“Well, like you said she’ll find somebody,” he tried to shrug and be nonchalant.

“Well… you could ask her now…before you leave. And if she says no, which I highly doubt she will, then you’re leaving anyway.”

“What if she says yes?”

“Well… I’ve been looking at places in Brooklyn,” Steve shrugged.

“Fine. What’s the worst that could happen.”

You sat tinkering with program you were looking at. It was the final piece for today’s inspiration. Tony was sitting in his chair again, tossing a ball in the air. He was being tolerable again, and for that you were grateful. You sighed, trying not to think about the fact that Bucky would surely leave and that would be it. Just as the thought began to pull at your heart strings there was a knock on the glass doors of the lab. Both you and Tony looked at the door, startled by the noise. It was Bucky, he looked as beautiful as always. He pointed at you and then curled his finger as if to say, “come here.” You got up and as you walked past Tony he hit you in the butt with a stack of papers.

“Hey, don’t chicken out. Tell him.”

“What? No,” you stopped looking back at him.

“Look at you. Look at yourself, you are gorgeous. Make your ego bigger than your ass.”

“Ha ha,” you rolled your eyes and continued out, “What’s up?” you asked being sure the door closed behind her.

“…Tony has finally decided to let me go off with Steve.”

“Yeah, you must be excited,” you said trying to muster up some kind of mirth to be in your tone. You knew you should be happy; this was going to make HIM happy. However, he didn’t look happy. He looked down at his hands then at you, his eyes tracing up the curves of your body, lingering where your waist pulled in, before they skipped up to meet your eyes.

“I just… I am…”

“But?”

“But, if I leave, we’ll never hangout-”

“I’m sure I can find my way up to D.C. don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I want you to be happy.”

“Well that’s the thing. If I leave we’ll never hangout…and I’ll never know what would have come of us.”

“What do you mean?” you had a good feeling about what he meant but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. It would be foolish.

“I mean, that I have to know if…if we could go on a date. I think you’re everything I’ve ever looked for in a friend and a partner and I just… Would you want to go on a date with me?”

You were frozen, you had a feeling you knew what he meant to begin with but some part of you still didn’t expect him to ask, “Bucky, if I say yes what does it matter? If I say yes, you’ll go to D.C. so…”

“If you say yes…I’ll stick around.”

“And be miserable because Tony’s being an ass I don’t think so you’ll be happy in D.C. you should go.”

“I won’t be happy, knowing you would have said yes and I chose to go.”

“I assure you there are plenty of girls in D.C. you’ll be fine,” you grumbled.

“But none of those girls are you… besides I don’t have to stay here here. I can just stay in New York.” he looked at you, trying to predict your answer from reading your emotions as they flicker across your face.

“…Yes, Bucky. I would love to go on a date with you,” you said finally, trying to stifle the smile that’s coming to your lips.

“Really?”

“Yes! I like you alright? I want to go on a date with you.”

He grinned and pulled you into a tight hug, you can feel the excitement radiate off of him. It’s infectious and you can’t help smiling and laughing too.

“Jesus finally!” Tony groaned.

“Shut up Tony!” you yelled.

Save me

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Bucky and the rest of the team would usually return home from a mission late at night so it would be difficult to be seen by people on the ground. This resulted in me usually being asleep by the time they returned and our greetings would have to wait until the morning. Never Bucky however, he would try to sneak his way into the shower and back into bed with me.

I don’t know why I always woke up, he was very quiet, they all were, I could just tell when he was there or something. I knew they would be returning tonight, so I did as I always did, I prepared them dinner, and left it in the oven to stay warm, then began my nightly routine.

I crawled into bed around 11 after checking on the food making sure it wasn’t over cooked. It was like any other night, but I had this feeling, something had gone wrong or was going to go wrong. I tried sleeping, but my mind was cluttered with all the possibilities of what could have happened.

My thoughts came to an abrupt stop when the door opened and Bucky quietly placed his bag on the floor by the window, then made his way to me and gave me a light kiss on my temple. “I was getting worried about you.” I whispered into the night, taking one of his hands into mine. “Did you eat?” I kissed the back of his hand as he sat behind my legs.

He didn’t respond right away. “No, I wanted to be with you, I needed to be with you. The dreams came back while we were gone and you weren’t there to save me.” He sounded so broken and defeated. I sat up at this, my hair in total disarray, he smiled at this and tried to tame it for me.

I placed his hand on my cheek, the cool metal feeling refreshing and bringing me ease. I held his flesh hand in mine and stared into his piercing eyes. “I’m sorry sweets. I’m so sorry. Please eat something. I need you to eat. I’ll join you if you would like.” I kissed his hand once again and he slowly nodded as I stood up, his shirt that I was wearing coming up a little high but falling down below my hips as I took a step back. Bucky followed slowly, he was so tired, his tall frame slumping slightly before I wrapped an arm around his waist, while one of his arm wrapped around my shoulders and held me close.

We made our way back to the kitchen to see Steve and Wanda chatting quietly over their plates. “Good morning.” Wanda said quietly a smile on her face. I nodded with a smile and motioned for Bucky to sit. I went and prepared his plate, feeling eyes on me as I did so.

“Here you go love.” I placed the plate infront of him and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head, his right hand rubbed circles over mine as I stood behind him, my hands on his shoulders. I moved to the seat next to him and gave him a smile as he began to eat. Steve and Wanda said their good nights and made off to their rooms.

Bucky ate slowly, probably trying to savor every bite, he was so greatful. He had told me plenty of times how much he loves and appreciates me, and how he could never get a meal like this “back in his day”.

Once he was done I took his plate and began to wash it, his eyes never left me until I sat back down. “Love?” I placed my hand on his (he was fond of touching). “Will you tell me what you were dreaming about?” I tried to sound calm and welcoming. His eyes shut and his head dropped slightly. “You don’t have to Bucky. You know I would never push you to talk about something if you don’t want to.” I took his large hand in both of mine and placed it on my chest, above my heart.

He had told me before that feeling my heart and listening to it was calming and reminded him of his mom. He shook his head no, I nodded and scooted closer to him. “That’s okay. I love you, do you know that?” He smiled, big and bright.

“Yes.” He kissed my lips softly and stood up, pulling me towards our room. He sat me on the bed and made his way to the bathroom to shower.

He got out 10 minutes later, the smell of plums and cherry blossoms followed. “Did you use my shampoo?” I asked with a smile. He nodded as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

Bucky made his way into the bed and gave me a serious look. “I love you. I truly whole heartedly love you.” He rested his head on the left side of my chest and my fingers began to slowly run through his soft damp hair.

“I know love. I love you more.” I whispered with a smile.

“Not possible.” I could hear his grin forming as he spoke.

“Yes possible.” I whispered so quietly you wouldn’t be able to hear it if you were at the foot of the bed.

Sleep quickly took over Bucky, but not me, something screamed at me to stay awake, like I needed to protect him. I laid there, watching him, he would shift his body every once in a while, eventually his head was just bellow my ribs and his arms around my hips. I finally felt comfortable that I was just being paranoid and let sleep begin to take me.

Just before I was about to fall completely asleep a scream ripped through our room, his body left mine and the head board slam against the wall. I was terrified to say the least until I realised he was having a nightmare. My heart broke when I looked at him, he was crying and staring at me, like I had done something awful. “Love? Bucky. I’m here.” I sat up and put my legs on either side of him. His arms flew around my waist and pulled me close.

His head rested on my chest once more as he sobbed. “Save me. Save me. Save me.” He repeated this to himself every time. I stroked his hair and held him.

“Okay. It’s okay, you’re safe Bucky. I’m here love. I’m here.” My voice was gentle, and smooth.

His shaking continued and he held me tighter. “They took you.” He whispered. “Hydra took you, they took you and tortured you, they didn’t want me. They just wanted to take something from me, so they ripped you away and I couldn’t save you.” He looked into my eyes which were brimmed with tears.

I placed my right hand on his cheek and stroked it with my thumb, he leaned into my touch and closed his eyes, placing his hand over mine he began to calm. “I wouldn’t let them take me. I need to be with you, and nothing is going to take me away. Do you understand that?” My voice grew shaky as i spoke. It tore me apart everytime this happened, but i had to stay strong, i couldnt break down and cry with him. He needed someone to be strong when he couldnt be.

He nodded and kept his eyes shut, a few tears slipping through. He loosened his hold and gently pushed me off him. He laid back down and I stayed sitting, my legs crossed, watching him as he regulated his breathing. Once he did he pulled on my hand. “I don’t know how you can put up with me.” He whispered as I rested my head on his chest.

My fingers drew patterns on his chest for a couple seconds before I responded. “Yes you do. You know that I love every part of you, good and less good-”

“Bad.” He interrupted.

“No..” I retorted. “Every part of you is good. Somethings are scary, or sad, but not bad.” My argument was clearly not holding up because he laughed.

“Those are bad things. I killed people.” He chuckled.

“Stop it!” I whined. “Bucky, you know I hate when you talk like that.” I kissed his chest and placed my warm hand flat over his heart.

His large hand rubbed circles on my back as I inhaled his scent. “I’m sorry doll.” He whispered his voice growing lower as waking up in such a panic was always exhausting.

“Bucky?” I whispered, hoping not to wake him if he was asleep. He hummed a reply but didn’t move “I really do love you, and I’ll do everything in my power to protect and care for you.” My voice hushed and soft. He hummed again and squeezed me lightly, a small smile spread across my face and I placed a small kiss on his chest when I felt his body relax fully, and his breathing slow with soft snores escaping from him.

I felt at peace, knowing he would be okay, and that I was prepared to calm him whenever he needed me. I knew he loved me, and I knew that the love I was giving him was totally foreign and exciting. The weight that I was feeling earlier was completely lifted once I too, was taken by melatonin, and sleep ravaged my body.

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

“I´ll always come back to you”

Requested: hey can you do an imagine where the reader takes shawn to the airport and when he’s about to go the reader cries because she will miss him but she’s scared of planes and doesn’t trust them so she worries and a whole bunch of fluff happens? thanks boo 😊

Shawn Mendes x Reader

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You sat in your car on the way to the Airport. Shawn, who sat next to you, was going to fly to Japan, where the first show of his world tour would take place. He looked at you. “Is everything okay? You´re so quiet,” he asked you because you didn´t say anything during the entire drive. You thought about Shawn´s flight and how long you won´t see him.  You looked at him. “I will miss you,” you said with a sad smile, and before he could answer you arrived at the airport and got out of the car.

There were only a few fans since it was late at night, so Shawn took a photo with everyone quite fast. After they all said goodbye you went to the right gate and waited together for his flight.

You were sitting on one of the chairs, thinking about Shawn´s trip again. It would be a 12-hour flight, from Toronto to Tokyo. You had a big fear of flying, you didn´t trust a machine, weighing tonnes, which could still fly in thousands of miles’ height. You just couldn´t understand it and the more you thought about it the more afraid you got, even though you weren´t the one who was going to fly. 12 hours is a long time, what if something happens? What if the plane has a damage or the pilot makes a mistake and they crash?
Suddenly the fact that you won´t see Shawn for 2 months seemed not so important anymore, but the thought of him never coming back again scared the heck out of you. The last thing you want was to lose the most important person in your life.

Shawn noticed how nervous you were and took your hand. “Okay, I know something´s up, I hate when you don´t talk to me so please tell me and I promise I will do everything to make it better.” You didn’t know how to explain your worries. You were afraid of his reaction, you didn´t want to make him feel bad about leaving, or maybe he would get scared too. When you still haven´t said anything after a minute, he touched you lightly on your cheek so you turned your head in his direction. You looked him in the eyes, you scanned his concerned face and perceived every detail. Never before you felt so much love for a single person. You loved him so much and it hurts to let him go. He was the best thing that ever happened to you, he was the most important person in your life and you couldn’t ever live without him.
You didn´t even realise you had started to cry until Shawn wiped away a tear from your cheek. “Hey, Y/N, come here. Tell me what’s wrong,” Shawn said caringly. He moved over to your seat and lifted you on his lap, your head leant against his shoulder. He didn´t say anything else he just held you in his arms. One hand running up and down your back, the other intertwined with yours.

“For one thing, I will really fucking miss you and I don´t know how I will stand through these two months without you,” you blurted out. “And for another thing, I don´t want to lose you. What if the plane has a damage or something else? I was just thinking about it because you will be 12 hours on that plane and it could happen so much,” you told him your concerns.  "I couldn´t live without you Shawn and I don’t want to lose you because of a stupid defect or mistake.” Your voice was shaky and your eyes big and full of fear when you told him. Shawn stayed calm as always, his hand never leaving your back.
“I know it won´t be easy. I will miss you too but I promise I will text or call you every day. I will facetime you every day before you go to bed! I will report you on everything that´s going on and you will tell me everything that you will have done the whole day and I will stay on my phone until you fell asleep. When you have one of your nightmares again, or something upsets you at university, just call me and I will make sure you feel better. Trust me, you won´t even realise how fast the time flies and before you know it I´m back at home.
I can also understand that you are afraid of planes, but did you know that they are the safest transportation on earth? I mean I already flew so many times and never happened anything. There´s no reason to be worried. Nothing´s going to happen to me and I will come back safely,” he said in one breath. “I’ll always come back to you,” he said calmer after he took a deep breath. He kissed your hand and looked at you again. “I’ll always come back to you because I love you. I really do and even though we won´t see each other for two months now I´ll never really leave you because although I´m at the other side of the world, I´m always there for you. Don´t forget that!” He wiped away the last tear, which was still on your cheek and kissed you gently. You snuggled up closer to him, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Thank you, for everything,” you said quietly and suddenly you felt like an idiot because of your fear of flights. “I´m sorry, I was stupid. I overreact because of the flight, I was just scared and thought about it way too much and,” “There´s nothing you have to apologise about, everything´s fine,” he interrupted you smiling and before he could say anything else someone called Shawn. It was time for him to go.

There you stood, Shawn and you, arm in arm, didn´t want to let each other go. You didn´t remember when the last time was, you hugged someone so tightly. You two stood there as long as possible, but it only felt like seconds to you. “I love you, and don´t forget to call me when you need something,” he said, his lips against your cheek.
You looked at him and leant your forehead against his. “I love you too and I won´t forget about you, don´t worry,” you smiled and closed the gap between your lips.
Shawn looked at you with a smile and gave you one last quick kiss. He held your hand until he was forced to let go, when he slowly walked away from you.

Originally posted by lalgibi

Pearlmethyst week 5. Angst/Drama

They were at it again. Garnet had left early on a solo mission and Steven was spending the day with Connie, leaving Pearl and Amethyst to themselves.

“Ugh, Amethyst please! It’s not that hard.” Pearl shouted as she gestured to the empty bags of chips lying all over the floor.

“Geez Pierogi, lighten up!”

Pearl pressed her lips together and clutched her hands, shaking them a little before she let out a loud groan and started to pick up the bags.

“Why can’t you just clean up after yourself?”

Amethyst snickered. “Damn Pearl, sorry not everyone’s as pearlfect as you.”

Pearl’s head snapped up as she picked up the last bag, she hated it when Amethyst called her that, but she just kept quiet and walked in to the kitchen to throw the bags away.

As Pearl came out the kitchen again Amethyst was sprawled out on the couch with her head hanging off. She smirked as Pearl dusted her hand against each other, letting the crumbs on them fall to the ground.

“You can be such a pain, do you know that?” Pearl asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Amethyst just shrugged before she slipped off the couch, landing on the floor with a soft thud. Pearl rubbed her eyes before she looked down at Amethyst again. Amethyst shapeshifted her arm longer and reached over between the couch cushion and pulled out another bag of chips.

“Amethyst!”

“What?” Amethyst groaned as she pulled the bag open and dropped half of the chips into her mouth.

“How long have you been keeping those there?”

“I donno, like a month or somethin’.” She said as she swallowed the rest of the chips and threw the bag next to her.

“Why don’t you just eat the bag?” Pearl scoffed as she bent to pick it up.

“I don’t feel like it. Why don’t you just get off my case?” Amethyst grabbed Pearl’s wrist and pulled her forward, causing Pearl to lose her balance and fall, landing with her face on Amethyst’s chest.

“Woah P, at least buy me dinner first.” Amethyst laughed and Pearl yanked her hand from Amethyst’s grip and quickly stood, her face burning a bright turquoise.

“Aw, come on P. Get a sense of humor.” Amethyst laughed as she stood.

“T-that’s not funny!” Pearl pouted as she scrunched the empty bag in her hands.

“Was to me.” Amethyst said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“Not everybody can make a joke about everything like you!”

“Damn Pearl it was a joke, get over it.”

“No! You’re always like this why can’t you just be serious for once!”

“Maybe ‘cause I don’t want to be boring like you. Sorry I’m not perfect like you! Dammit can you stop trying to make me somethin’ I’m not!”

Pearl face fell a little and she took a step back. “I-I never said-”

“At least I’m a real gem and not some broken maintenance drone!”

Amethyst clamped her hand over her mouth, as if to pull back what she’d just said but the look on Pearl’s face made it clear that she couldn’t. Tears welled up in her eyes, her cheeks bright turquoise again and Amethyst could see her body start to shake.

“Fuck, no Pearl… I’m- I didn’t-”

Pearl didn’t give her time to finish, as she let out a choked sob before dropping the empty bag and fleeing to her room. Leaving Amethyst on her own.

“I didn’t mean it…”

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“Tada!” Steven shouted as he stepped back from Pearl, who had a blindfold neatly tied around her gem with a small bow in front.

“Now when you sleep we won’t be able to see your dreams.” He stated proudly. The gems had agreed to have a sleepover with him and he was going out of his way to make sure that everyone was happy.

Pearl gently pressed her fingers to her forehead and smiled down at him. “Thank you, Steven.”

Just then the temple door opened and Garnet and Amethyst stepped out each carrying arms full of pillows that they had gotten from Amethyst’s room. Pearl locked eyes with Amethyst and the two stared at each other for a moment before Pearl looked down again as she rubbed her arm and Amethyst left her stomach turn.

Steven sensed the tension and quickly got the DVD he had borrowed from Connie and put into the movie player. “Just need the snacks.”

“We’ll get them.” Garnet said in her normal, calm voice as she nudged Amethyst to the kitchen. Once she was sure Steven and Pearl couldn’t hear her she spoke. “What did you do?”

She asked and Amethyst nearly dropped the bowl of popcorn she was holding. Garnet kept quit and Amethyst sighed before she spoke. “I fucked up.”

“Clearly.”

“I didn’t mean it, I… It…” Amethyst groaned. “I don’t know what to do.”

Garnet smiled. “You’ll think of something.”

“Wait, wha-” Amethyst was about to ask what she meant but Garnet was already walking back to the others.
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Amethyst tossed and turned before she sighed and spread out on her back. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t fall asleep. Her eyes wondered over to Steven’s alarm clock that read 02:42 before they landed on Steven who was passed out in Garnet’s arms.

Even Pearl was sound asleep a few feet away, curled up like a little ball with her back to Amethyst. Amethyst gulped when she realized that’s why she couldn’t sleep. Pearl hadn’t spoken to her all day and it only made Amethyst feel guiltier. As she pondered over if she should wake Pearl to try and talk to her or just leave it alone and hope it fixes its self, a small strand of light shone out from Pearl’s gem, making Amethyst look over.

Pearl had sifted to her back and the blindfold around her gem had started slipping off. Amethyst sat up slightly wondering if she should watch the small piece of the dream she could see. They were usually funny but Amethyst didn’t feel like it and it was most likely just about Rose again. Amethyst was about to lie down again when she heard a voice from the dream. It was foreign to her and scared her half to death.

“You are so utterly useless! I don’t even know what I was trying to prove to myself. Having a defective Pearl.”

Amethyst felt her body go cold. She couldn’t see much, only a few shapes and bright white colours that hurt her eyes. Pearl whimpered and curled up on herself even more, causing Amethyst to rise to her knees.

“You’ve been given a chance, now all that remain-”

The dream was cut off as Pearl shot up, sweat running down her brow and tears in her eyes as she clutched her chest and gem. Amethyst slowly got to her feet and was about to ask Pearl if she was okay when Pearl shot up on to her feet. She let out a soft whimper and both hands went to her forehead as she tugged the blindfold off and dropped it before stepping back.

She stared at it for a split second before she turned and ran. Amethyst heard her trip and fall on one of the last steps and quickly followed her. Pearl sprinted out the door and Amethyst was worried that she was going to run off, but as she got outside the first thing she saw was Pearl sitting against the wall with the heels of her palms pressed into her eyes as she softly cried.

Amethyst slowly closed the door behind her and wondered over. She didn’t know what would be the right thing to do so she did the first thing that came to mind, which was placing her hand on Pearl’s shoulder. Pearl flinched and turned her body away from Amethyst as she looked up. Amethyst quickly pulled her hand back and felt her heart sink as tears ran down Pearl’s face and dripped off her chin.

“Pearl?”

“I-I’m fine.” Pearl sniffed as she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

“Okay, but can you not lie to me?” Amethyst took Pearl by her shoulders and turned her so that they were facing each other.

Fresh tears formed in Pearl’s eyes and she squeezed them shut and lowered her head, biting her lip to hold back sobs, her shoulders shaking. Amethyst wrapped her arms around Pearl’s shoulder and she pulled her closer trying to give her a hug. Their gems pressed against each other and Pearl snapped her head back, cheeks blushing turquoise.

Amethyst gulped and readjusted her position, getting on her knees. She gently placed her hand on the back of Pearl’s neck and pulled her head down slightly, so that her face was pressed in to Amethyst’s shoulder.

“I didn’t mean it, P.” Amethyst whispered hoping that Pearl would know what she was talking about and Pearl broke. Her shoulders started to shake violently and she suddenly let out a loud sob that was somewhat muffled against Amethyst’s shoulder. Amethyst jumped a little but quickly recovered and placed her free hand on Pearl’s back.

They sat there with Pearl crying loudly in to Amethyst’s shoulder and Amethyst awkwardly rubbing her back and wonder if she should have kept her mouth shut. Every now and again Pearl would start to gasp for air, startling Amethyst half to death before she pressed her face against Amethyst’s shoulder again and the crying would go on.

Amethyst wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, too long in her opinion before Pearl’s crying got softer and then after a while completely stopped. Pearl sniffed and shook in her arms a while more before her breathing started to pan out again and she became quiet. Amethyst kept rubbing her back and after about five minutes of silence she wondered if Pearl had cried herself to sleep.

“I know.” Pearl’s voice was so soft Amethyst almost didn’t hear it. “I-I know you were mad a-and that you felt like I was nagging you, b-but the truth is I hate it when you talk badly about yourself because you’re amazing and strong and brave and… and I…” Pearl bit her lip before she whispered out the last part. “I love you.”

Amethyst froze before she slowly pulled back. Pearl shut her eyes tightly wishing she had kept her mouth shut.

“I-I so sorry, j-just… I didn’t say that, you c-” Pearl was cut off from her rambling when Amethyst gently pressed their lips together. The kiss was slow and gentle, and after a few moments of being paralyzed Pearl hesitantly kissed back.

Amethyst pulled away first her face hot and she looked at Pearl whose entire face was turquoise. She realized that she had gotten Pearl to blush at least three times in one day, which had to be a new record. Pearl slowly took Amethyst hand and interlocked their fingers.

Amethyst sat down in front of her, still holding her hand before she spoke. “I love you too. I have for some time but I was too scared to tell you.” She smiled and kissed Pearl’s hand. “Do you want to talk about your dream?”

Pearl shook her head and pulled her knees closer.

“I didn’t see it but I heard. Whose voice was that?”

Pearl gave her a sad smile. “That’s a story for another day.”

Amethyst chuckled. “Damn P, well do you wanna go back to sleep? I’ll help you with the blindfold.”

Pearl’s smile disappeared and she looked down. “I’m fine but you can sleep if you want.”

“Aw come on, don’t tell me you’re not tired after crying that much.”

“I-I’m scared.”

“Oh…” Amethyst shifted a little before she rose to her feet and pulled Pearl up. “I got an idea.”

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“Aw, they’re so cute.” Steven said as he took a picture of the two gems in front of him, who were curled up against each other. Pearl laid with her head on Amethyst’s chest and her knees bent up, making them form a little ball.

Garnet smirked before she turned the young boy towards the kitchen. “Let’s let them rest and get you some breakfast.”

“Okay!” Steven beamed as they walked down the stairs. “Oh! When I was at the library with Connie we found this book on gems. Did you know people use to use amethyst gems to keep away nightmares?”

Garnet looked over her shoulder to her sleeping teammates before smiling. “That sounds about right.”

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A Deal with the Boss

Mafia Boss!T.O.P.
Words: 29.1K
Chapters: 
6 of TBD [Masterlist of other chapters]
A/N: Wow okay! This is by far the longest chapter I have written and I’m totally happy with it! I hope you guys do too!

Originally posted by smokingseunghyun

I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning loudly, stretching my arms above me while looking around my room.

The packages of drugs were on my desk, the piles hastily thrown there after Mike barged in with the duffle bag full of them.

My eyes stared at the TV on my wall, watching as the woman was breathing hard, staring at the man she loved as he left, rain pouring over them as she cried, begging for him to come back to her. I jumped when my bedroom door opened, Mike walking in with a duffle bag, unzipping it.

“Tomorrow morning, you have to deliver these out.”

I watched from my bed, cold spoon in my mouth as he emptied out the packages, the tub of ice cream that was resting on my pillow slipped, making me look down and quickly fix it. “Transporting them where?” I asked; Mike, tossing the duffle bag in my closet and sitting next to me.

“Mexico, you’re the only one who can handle a job like this. You know the men down there are on our side so I’ll be keeping tabs on you as you go. If I were you, I’d start getting my paperwork together.” Mike took my spoon and helped himself to some of my treats.

I yawned, going to my bathroom, starting to brush my teeth as I fixed the water in the shower. I stripped myself, relaxing under the hot water, spitting out the paste in my mouth and rinsing it out. I washed my hair, relaxing even more with the smell of my shampoo and soap.

I got dressed, drying my hair with a towel, brushing it and pulling it up into a messy bun. I took out the manilla folder from my closet, going through it and taking out the passport and ID I would need when crossing the border.

Mike had a few friends who worked in the Secretary of State, allowing us to fake our identities with people who were already deceased. I had received a few papers with different names and it made everything easier when crossing borders and state lines. I never had any problem, but now that I was crossing the border by car, it wasn’t going to be easy.

I pocketed everything in my bag, going to my kitchen hearing the front door open and close, the locks going back to their place. I turned around, seeing the dark eyes of Seunghyun who smiled down at me. “You’re up early,” He commented, walking past me to the kitchen.

“I have to go out of the country really quick. I’ll be back in a week tops,” I answered back, following him to the kitchen.

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Heavy Hearts [5]

Summary:The house is so quiet, so free of the frenetic energy usually pulsing through her family and Jon is so soft eyed, so gentle and calm and kind.

A/N: Sorry this was a while coming, i was in London for a few days. Enjoy!

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Dear Journal,

Today’s exams went well. I think that I had every answer right. That’s all I have to say about today. But don’t worry dear Journal, I have something for you. How would you like me to read you a part of the book Sirius wrote for me? Well, here it is. It was during a night in 5th year…

“My sleep was slowly disturbed by soft sobs. I knew that they weren’t from Peter or James, since they were both snoring. They were from Remus. I opened my tired eyes and saw him sitting by the open window. He was hugging his knees close to his chest, his eyes looking outside.

“Remus?” I said.

He looked at me with his red and puffy eyes. He looked broken. I stepped out of my bed sheets and my feet touched the cold floor. I didn’t care how cold the floor was, I just wanted to hug Remus close to me. I kinda liked when he was sad because that meant that I could hug him without anyone suspecting that I Had a crush on him. I walked up to him and sat next to him. He had no shirt on so i tried to hide my blushing cheeks. He looked at me and silent tears fell on his wet cheeks.

“Pads.. I’m sick of it..” Remus said, his voice cracking.

“What are talking about Moons?” I frowned.

“I’m disgusting.. Look at me.. my skin is full of cuts and bruises.. i’m sick of myself.."He said.

I wipped a tear off of his cheek with my thumb. I layed my hand on his back, forgetting that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. My cold fingers shivered at the touch of his warm bare back. Since he didn’t pull away, I decided to let my hand stay on his skin.

"Re… I hate it when you talk like that. You may not realize it but you’re beautiful. No matter how many scars you have or how bruised you look, you’ll always be the Remus everyone loves. You deserve to be the happiest person in this world. Merlin Remus, if you could see yourself from my eyes… you’d be suprised about how much I care about you. You shouldn’t be disgusted by yourslef. Remus I just want your happiness…” I said, brushing my thumb on his cheek.

“You really think that?” He asked, still crying.

“Of course I do. Now you need to sleep okay? Come on..” I said, helping him stand up.

I layed him in his bed and told him to get some sleep. Before I could leave he took hold of my wrist.

“Pads.. C-Can you stay with me?..” he asked.

“You mean.. oh yeah.. sure..” I said, feeling my heart beat quickly than usuall.

He made me a small place in his bed and I laued down next to him. At first, I was scared to touch him but once he hugged me, I knew it would be okay.

“Thank you Sirius. You’re important to me to you know?” He whispered.

“I know.”

I waited until he was asleep to close my eyes.

-Sirius “

-Remus
March 22nd 1976

I hate when you start talking and getting to know someone and why/how long you’ve been single comes up. Like yea, I’ve been single almost 2 years, then they ask if you met anyone since that break up. Yea, basically now I explain Manny as a fwb because it’s better then explaining how stupid I was.

Drugs And Arts

Jimmy is perfectly aware that this is not how things should go.

In normal circumstances, he would stand in Dean’s shop now, demanding that the mechanic treat his brother right.

Instead, he’s banging on the door of his brother’s studio during his very own lunch break.

Who cares if he doesn’t get to eat. This is important.

His brother opens with his usually lazy grin, hair askew, eyes ablaze, his painting clothes invariably stained with so many colours it almost hurts to look.

He’s not smelling like weed for once, at least.

Without a word, Jimmy pushes past him.

“Hello to you too, dearest brother.”

“Castiel, this has gone too far.”

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naomi-campbell13  asked:

hiii, i was wondering if you could write about Y/n being famous too and she meets harry for the first time and he asks her out

I had a few requests for something where the girl is famous too, so here’s what I wrote. I decided to write it in first person and gave her a name.


Meeting Harry Styles

My sister had taken me to a One Direction concert. Neither of us were particularly huge fans, but I’ll admit I’d been known to sing along to a few of their songs on the radio. When she originally told me about the tickets I raised a brow, but ended up agreeing to join her, thinking it would be a fun night out with my sis. I’d recently wrapped up filming for my latest movie, and between that and press and promo for my previous film that was opening in a few weeks, we rarely got to spend time with each other anymore.

Halfway through the show, and a few beers later, Nora let the cat out of the bag. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the sheer excitement from the crowd, but with her arm looped through mine she informed me she’d always had a crush on Niall. I giggled at her as I leaned my head on her shoulder, watching the four boys on stage. My eyes, however, were not focused on the Irish one, but rather the tall, long-haired one in jeans so tight you could practically see-

“Mia!” Nora shouted in my ear, interrupting my dirty thoughts. “Did you see that? Oh my God, he’s so cute! That smile!”

“Yeah,” I grinned. I knew she was referring to Niall, but I wasn’t.

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Cross is clearly a trolldere

Previously on the Crack Adventures of Cross and Nightmare, Cross was being annoying, Horror stole some ice cream but it was later retrieved, it was implied that Error ships Crightmoss, and thanks to some trolling, the ship started to come true.

(Everyone is still extremely out of character. Also, know that this one is a bit more fanfictiony than the previous ones and focuses more on the actual pairing in all its dumbness)

Nightmare: My mental coherency is in shambles.

Killer Sans: (teleports in behind him) LEMME GUESS WHY

Nightmare: ASJKDHASJKLH

Killer Sans: cuz of WHAT HAPPENED EARLIERRR

Killer Sans: maaan you and Cross were like THERE

(Nightmare throws Killer Sans out of the room and slams the door.)

Nightmare: MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

Killer Sans: (from the other side of the door) but come on man you were talking to yourself I couldn’t help it

Nightmare: GET OUT OF HERE

Killer Sans: ugh fine I guess you need your brooding time anyway

(Killer Sans leaves, and Nightmare immediately begins to pace around the room.)

Nightmare: (thoughts) What’s wrong with me?! Ever since that thing that happened an indeterminate amount of time ago happened I can hardly look at Cross in the eye socket anymore!

Nightmare: I just look at him and I… I…

Nightmare: … I really need to get out of here for a while.

(He teleports away.)

(…)

(Horror Sans slowly peeks out from behind a cabinet. He laughs like Bowser from Hotel Mario before cartoonily sneaking out from his hiding spot.)

Horror: There’s no hiding the ice cream from me, Nightmare.

(But suddenly, as he’s creeping out, the door to the room begins to open. Freezing momentarily, he teleports back into his hiding place.)

(The person entering turns out to be Cross.)

Cross: Look Nightmare, I think we really have to talk about–and you’re not here.

(He turns around, sighing as he exits the room.)

(Horror raises an imaginary eyebrow. Did he miss something? Well, it’s not like he cares, anyway. He just wants ice cream.)

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Woc Series: O Mary Don’t You Weep AU

Hey guys!! This is a requested imagine where Harry and Y/N are together during segregation.  There will be multiple parts to this imagine, and this first one is really just setting up the background info so that the next few parts have more drama in them.  I do want to warn you guys that there is mentioning of violence and one usage of the n word.  I’m definitely not a proponent of that word; however, it is used in context of the time and the particular event that happens in this imagine.  As always, comment, give feedback, and ask questions! But most of all, enjoy!! Xoxo

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*1957 in the South*

 “O Mary don’t you weep, don’t you mourn…. O Mary don’t you weep, don’t you mourn…. Pharaoh’s army got drowned…. O Mary don’t you weep…”

The boisterous voices of the choir reverberated through the church as one solid echo, the old hymn being sung with unrequited emotion.  The humidity present within the space sapped up the notes and Mrs. Patty May’s shrill voice punctuated the air, setting herself apart from the rest.  You watched from your place in the second pew as your father nodded his head along to the old spiritual, his eyes closed and his foot tapping, keeping beat.

You wiped at the back of your neck, collecting small droplets of sweat with your handkerchief; the church didn’t have air conditioning and it was stifling despite it being late morning—it was early summer and already it was sweltering enough to force the townspeople to sit on their shaded porches in the afternoons.

As the choir’s voices faded out and the hymn came to an end, your dad stood up and walked over to his pulpit.  You felt your kid sister pinch your arm gingerly, causing you to flinch slightly before looking over at her with a scowl.

“Can I have another peppermint?” She whispered, her eyes wide as she asked.  You huffed lightly, but reached into your pocket for the last piece of candy before giving it to her.  “Don’t suck on it loudly, Daddy’s about to start preaching again…” you warned her quietly before turning back to listen to your father.

“Amen,” the deep baritone of your father’s voice resonated through the church, and he grinned when the church folk echoed him.

“God is good ain’t he? He allowed us to wake up today, so please can I get another loud Amen?”  Your dad wiped at his forehead with his handkerchief as people—old and young alike—raised their hands skyward and yelled “Amen!”

You clapped softly before nudging your friend, Robert, to do the same.  He had a bad tendency of falling asleep or forgetting to clap at the appropriate times, and you often helped him out.

“You wanna go to Mr. Johnson’s to get ice cream after this?” He nudged you back as he asked you quietly. You smiled before nodding, “sure.”

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It was only an hour after church ended, and yet the air was humming with a heat that induced sluggishness. You watched, amused, as Robert kicked a small rock down the middle of the vacant street.  You licked lazily at the ice cream in your hand and hummed to yourself lightly.

“Have you heard from your brother?”  Robert looked back at you as he asked, his rock kicked a few steps ahead of him. You nodded, smiling faintly at the thought of your older brother.

“Harlem’s treating him just fine…. He’s trying to convince Daddy to let me come visit,” you gave Robert a tight-lipped smile, thinking of how stubborn your father could be.  You took another lick of your ice cream, the frozen treat acting as a perfect contrast to the sweltering heat that stuck firmly to your dark skin.

You heard Robert chuckle as he shook his head, “The day you go to Harlem… a southern gal like you…. that be the day them white folks catch me,” Robert looked back at you with a grin. Hating when he talked like that, you kicked one of the rocks in abundance in the road at the back of his shoes in defiance.

“Ayeee not my nice church shoes, woman!”  Robert grimaced before turning to walk backwards so that he could see you, forgetting about his kicking rock.  

“You know I hate when you talk like that..” you grumbled before taking another lazy lick at your ice cream; it was low enough in the cone so that it didn’t drip down your fingers, something that always happened to your kid sister.

“You know it’s just a joke, Y/N. They won’t touch me on this side of the tracks…” you watched as Robert stuck his hands into his pockets, his suit jacket slung over his broad shoulder and getting dirtied by the dust that the two of you were kicking up.  You narrowed your eyes at him and he made an annoyed face at you that caused you to roll your eyes.

“Still, it ain’t right to be talking like that… You ain’t got no reason to even say that tomfoolery,” you reprimanded him, your tone riddled with worry.  Robert had a habit of making offhand comments about white folks doing something to him, and it deeply troubled you.

The rest of the walk back to your home, right next to your father’s church, was quiet which was mainly your fault.  Robert had tried to lighten the mood and hold a conversation with you, but his words deeply stirred something inside of you that you couldn’t let go of.

You were so stuck in your head that you didn’t register that the two of you were standing at the steps to the house’s porch until Robert placed a hand delicately on your upper arm.

“Y/N…… I’m sorry, truly. I ain’t mean to make you like this. You look—well—you look like you seen a ghost.  Nearly as pale as a moon rock, woman.”  

You bit at your lip, trying to hide your grimace, before looking up at Robert.  The brown skin of his face had darkened from working on his father’s tobacco farm, his eyes a deep brown that matched his skin with a nice broad nose and full lips.  His hands were rough and calloused, and more than anything you wished you could see a future with him; that your summers would always involve going to Mr. Johnson’s for ice cream, and nudging each other at church.  You wished that you wanted him to be yours, so that you wouldn’t have to have nightmares about his foolish words.  But reality was harsh, and you knew that you’d never really belong to him.

Before you could stop yourself, you flung yourself into his arms and hugged him impossibly close. His muscled back flexed from underneath your small hands as he hugged you back immediately.  You breathed in the scent of him, a musky scent tainted by the tobacco, before pulling away.

“Thank you, Robert…. I’ll see you tomorrow…” you whispered before turning around and walking up the three concrete steps to the porch.  You turned to give him one last fleeting smile before you made your way inside the house; a dark premonition rooting itself deep in your belly.

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It was past midnight by a few hours, and you were becoming nervous.

You were sitting on the ledge of your bedroom window.  The moonlight filtered in through the open window, allowing the cacophony of night critter sounds to waft inside your small room along with hot, humid air and the sweet scent of the tall country grass.  

You were staring off into the darkness, just barely able to distinguish where the sky met the earth, and as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, your mind wandered with garish possibilities of what could have caused such a prolonged delay.

He was never late before.

You breathed in the humid air before trying to cover up a cough when it got stuck in your lungs. You furrowed your brows, willing for the signal to appear from across the horizon; you desperately needed it to especially after your mind had taken a dark turn because of Robert’s careless words.

You didn’t know how long you continued to wait, but the night critters’ songs turned to background noise and goosebumps were beginning to arise on your bare arms when you finally heard a promising sound, the low roar of his truck’s motor accompanied by the signal: headlights flashing twice before going dark.

With barely a passing glance aimed behind you, you excitedly jumped off the ledge and forward into the grass below.  Your house dress shifted around your ankles as you quickly made your way from the side of the house, diagonal through the tall grass—occasionally swatting at offending bugs—and towards your boyfriend of three months.

The trek to him always seemed impossibly long; a small path was worn into the grass from dozens of nights of doing the same thing, and yet the five hundred meters to get to the road, to him, felt like five hundred miles.

You picked up your pace when you saw him exit the old truck to lean against the driver’s side.  You knew his eyes were watching you; whenever he looked at you your skin livened and buzzed as if electricity ran through your veins.  As you got closer you could make out his short hair and straight, pointed nose, and his muscled arms crossed against his chest.

And then you were only a mere ten steps away, and you could make out the green of his eyes, sparkling emeralds that reflected the stars, and his skin, an even paler white in the moonlight.

“Harry,” you breathed his name like a secret caress, watching as he stepped forward and uncrossed his arms.

Before he could respond, you dashed into his arms, jumping slightly into his embrace.  You felt his muscles flex as he held you so that your face was a hair higher than his own.  You felt a genuine smile grace your face as you breathed him in.  His eyes were sparkling and slightly crinkled on the sides as he smiled up at you.

“Hey, darlin,” the deep huskiness of his voice was so familiar and comforting.

Smiling down at him, you lowered your face to his before capturing his lips with your own. You would never get used to the shock of kissing him for the first time in days—the way that his lips, so supple and soft, seemed to electrify and zap your own in a comfortable burn.  Or the way you could hear the unsteady thumping of your heart in your ears, drowning out the ragged breaths that the both of you took.  The sweet taste of Harry and his wet tongue seemed to bombard your senses almost as much as the nectarous scent that he emitted, and as he gripped the back of your head with a large hand to deepen the kiss, you completely surrendered yourself to him.

Eventually you pulled away slightly, gasping for air as Harry set you down.

“I missed you,” you whispered, bringing up a hand to caress his cheek.  You fixed him with a small smile when his eyes softened, his green orbs roving over your face as if he was committing it to memory.

“I missed you more,” he told you earnestly causing your smile to deepen.

You placed your hand on his other cheek before standing on your tiptoes to place a peck on his lips. You smiled as you pulled away. Harry grasped both of your arms in his hands as his eyes bore into your own.

“You okay, Haz?” There was something akin to sadness in his eyes for some reason.

You watched as he blinked rapidly as if he was trying to rid of it before he nodded at you slowly, his lips pursed slightly.  You were about to question him about it more when he breathed in deeply before giving you your favorite dimpled smile that lit up his whole face.

“Let’s go for a drive,” he offered pleasantly; he squeezed your arms lightly as he asked you and you nodded your head as you answered, “sure.”

Harry, always a gentleman, helped you into the truck, and you scooted to the passenger side, watching Harry’s lean, tall figure follow you into the old vehicle.  You adjusted yourself so that you were up against Harry, his warmth a steady presence.

He started up the engine, keeping the headlights off precautionarily before pulling off from the side of the road and back onto the right side.

“Can we go onto your side of the tracks tonight?” You wondered aloud as you looked at Harry’s side profile, his eyes intently on the road.  However, when you asked, his eyes darted towards you quickly and flashed with something like fright before he turned back towards the road.

The truck was moving at a lackadaisical pace in the direction that took you further into your part of town causing you to furrow your brows slightly.

“Haz…” you murmured before reaching out for his arm.  The windows were down and slight breezes rustled loose tendrils about your face, his own hair whipping around.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, darlin…” Harry muttered, his tone off.  You pouted slightly, sensing that he was keeping something from you.

“Why not?” You pushed for an answer before laying your head against his shoulder, watching as Mr. Johnson’s general store passed by in the rearview mirror.

“It’s just… not that safe over there right now,” Harry peeked down at you for a beat, watching as you bit at your bottom lip.

“Ok,” you murmured.  A long moment of silence passed before you reached for the truck’s stereo to turn it on.

Immediately, the husky voice of Billie Holiday crooned softly as it invaded the compacted space.

“It cost me a lot, but there’s one thing that I’ve got….. It’s my man….”

A smile instantly graced your face as you heard the song.

“I can’t believe they’re playing this song.  It’s so old!” You exclaimed happily; it was your favorite Billie Holiday song; one that you owned on vinyl and listened to often.

You hummed along to the melody and closed your eyes before breathing in the musky scent of Harry’s truck; he had worked in his family’s bakery earning enough to eventually buy the old truck.  Sometimes the motor lagged, but it was all his and he was extremely proud of it.

You felt as Harry decreased his speed and pulled onto the side of the road again.  You opened your eyes when he drove carefully into the grass, the rougher terrain causing you to rock slightly in your seat.  He drove his usual one hundred yards or so into the open field, far enough away from the main road and anyone who would be out at this time of night.

You watched Harry turn off the engine with tense movements, and you frowned slightly when the two of you were thrown into silence.

“Haz,” you murmured, your tone coming out worried as you brought your other hand to rest on his arm. “Tell me what’s going on,” you cooed.

“I just love you so damn much, Y/N…” Harry grimaced lightly, his voice coming out gruff.  You felt your heart skip a beat as it always did whenever he expressed his love for you.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your heart melting as he turned towards you, his light eyes glistening.

“And I mean it, too. I ain’t gonna ever stop feeling this way, darlin….”  You smiled lightly at his words, rubbing his arm in soothing gestures.

“We’ll be okay, Harry,” you whispered, trying your best to ease his mind with your words.

You pursed your lips when he took in a shaky breath and furrowed your brows when he removed his hands from the steering wheel, noticing that they were shaking softly.

Harry sniffed lightly before turning his head to look out his window, hiding his pained expression from you.

“Everytime we sneak out we run the risk of getting caught… No one will care that we are in love. They’ll just see a white man and a negro woman….” Harry’s voice was hoarse, his words putting a chill in your spine.  You took a deep, steadying breath as your eyes began to sting with the beginning stages of tears.  You hadn’t had this conversation with him for weeks, but it always lingered over the two of you, weighing the both of you down.

With a careful hand, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair affectionately.  You felt the silkiness of it, so different from your own, and you fixed him with a watery smile when he turned towards you again, his face distraught.

“We’ll figure it out, Haz,” you whispered to him, completely believing your words.

With wide, earnest eyes you watched as Harry brought a trembling hand to the apple of your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your soft skin.

You leaned into his hand before moving towards him to lay your head on his chest.  Even through his shirt, you could hear the steady beating of his heart; a sound that you loved more than anything in the world.  Harry began to rub your back in large circular motions, and you placed a chaste kiss to the base of his throat lovingly.

“We’ll be ok,” you breathed as you closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the calm feelings that took over you.  You listened to Harry’s breathing as it steadied.

There was something so enchanting about being with him in the silence of the truck.  The way in which time seemed to stop and the warm air wafted through the windows, bringing with it the sounds of nighttime critters and the sweet scents of summertime.  If you opened your eyes you would be able to see the stars, grouped in sparkling constellations.  You felt the calming rise and fall of Harry’s chest as he breathed from underneath your cheek, and every few minutes he would drop a kiss to the top of your head, his warm lips causing small grins to play across your face.  Rarely did the world ever feel perfect, but in these moments it felt irrevocably right.

You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed liked that, perfectly content with being in each other’s arms, but you opened your eyes and frowned lightly after some time when you heard the loud roar of multiple engines.  

You looked out through Harry’s window to see the far off flashes of headlights on the main road. Immediately a cold dose of fear ran up your spine to kiss the back of your hairline.  You quickly looked up at Harry to find his face pulled down in a frown. He sat up, his eyes trained on the empty road, the roar of the motors getting louder, the headlights illuminating the black of the road.

“We’re far enough off the road, right?” You whispered, highly concerned.  This wasn’t the first time that something like this happened, but the motors seemed louder, and you were always put on edge despite the proximity.

Harry’s eyes were trained on the road and he hushed you softly, his brows pulling in.  Your breathing halted, your chest beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen, and yet you didn’t dare make a sound.  Needing to feel safe, you grabbed Harry’s hand in the dark, squeezing it lightly and finding a small ounce of comfort in the warmth and sizeable nature of his hand.

With wide, frightened eyes, you watched the side of Harry’s face, at his downturned lips and the way his green eyes narrowed with focus.  His breathing was shallow, so shallow that your dark eyes dropped to his chest to see if he was even breathing.

However, your eyes shot up to the road when the roaring engines got closer—so close that you could have sworn the heat from them reached the cab of the truck—and you watched as three old trucks zoomed by, completely oblivious, they’re headlights barely having time to illuminate what was in front of them.

Your breath came out shaky as they passed and their motors died out.  Your eyes swung back up to Harry.  He looked like he had seen a ghost—his skin was clammy and pale, and his eyes held a wild look in them—you had never seen him like this before.

Quickly reaching out to place the back of your hand against the small space of his forehead, you proceeded to repeatedly asked him if he was alright.

It took a minute for him to respond to you, and his words came out tumbling over each other.

“Harry,” you called out his name, your voice quivering.  Something was not right and you were beginning to become scared.

“I need to get you home, Y/N,” His deep voice usually deep and steady came out frantic.

“What we’ve barely had time to even be in each other’s company…”

“Goddammit, Y/N!  I knew I shouldn’t have come to get you!” Harry’s outburst made you jump.  Blinking quickly, surprised, you grew confused.

“Harry,” your voice came out steadier than you felt.  “What is going on?” You asked again, your voice barely a whisper.

“They killed a boy,” Harry breathed out, his voice broken.  “They killed him.” He lowered his head to the steering wheel, his chest heaving in a broken sob.

Your blood immediately ran cold, your mind becoming light as if you were no longer controlling it.

“Who?” You asked quietly, your voice still remarkably unshaken.

“I don’t know, but apparently he’s been with a white girl from town.  Joseph, Billy, everybody went nigger hunting tonight and found him on our side and he was touching her… Jesus Christ.  They attacked him and lynched him,” Harry’s voice came out breathy and muffled but you heard every word that he uttered; each one was like a knife to your soul.

With shaking fingers you felt your wet cheeks, your body somehow frozen with the information that he presented you with.  You tried your best to take in a deep breath of air, but you choked slightly and wheezed, trying to regain your breath.

You didn’t know how long you stared at Harry with wide eyes and a gaping mouth but the tears on your cheeks eventually began to dry leaving white paths on your cheeks, and your breathing returned to normal.  You looked away from Harry for a split second before turning back towards him, your body just going through the motions.  He was beginning to breathe normally again but he was still leaned over the steering wheel.

Stiffly, you reached out to him and pulled him back, finding little resistance from his body.  Your face softened as you took in his red-rimmed eyes and his damp cheeks.  His eyes were distraught and you vaguely felt a pang in your heart.

Slowly, you leaned over to him before leaving a closed-mouth kiss on his lips, tasting the saltiness on his lips.  You pulled back before he returned the kiss, and breathed out a ragged breath.

“Can you drive?” You cleared your throat as you eyed Harry.  He looked so detached, but he eventually nodded at you, his eyes fixed on his lap.

“Can you please take me home?” You whispered as you felt tears begin to swim in your eyes again. You fiddled with the fingers that were in your lap, feeling like your body was being ripped apart but not feeling a thing.

Harry didn’t respond, but he started the old engine before accelerating slowly to get back onto the road. You tried to do your best to breathe in the saccharine sweet air, but each breeze that entered the cab chilled you and the critters sang acheful songs.

You watched, blankly, as Harry drove up on your house, only to feel the sharp pang of fright to run through your bloodstream once more.  The trucks you had seen were all parked in the church’s front lawn haphazardly.

You barely made out your mother’s figure as she turned around, alerted by the sound of the vehicle, her face tormented.

“Y/N!!” She shrieked, her eyes wide with something akin to distress.

Without thinking, you opened the door of the truck and jumped out, sprinting to your mother.  Her dark face was tired and hysterical, and you quickly urged her away from the direction of the truck so that she wouldn’t see Harry.

“Where have you been? Whose truck is that?” Her voice came out frenzied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.  You quickly looked over your shoulder to see that Harry was gone, and you let out a breath that you had been holding since he told you what happened earlier.

“Mamma, what happened? Why are all these people at the church?” You looked around her and saw most of the men of the town coming together in a large group.  Their faces were dark with anger.  Your eyes searched for Robert, and you breathed lightly when you saw that he wasn’t there.  You prayed that he was home watching over his mother; she was older and needed assistance during the days and nights.

“Something terrible has happened..” Your mother cried out as she tried to push you towards the house.

“There’s been a lynching,” she continued gravely.  “They going to get the body and bring him home to his mamma.”

You felt chills erupt across your whole body.

“Jesus,” you murmured, your words shaky.

“But, Y/N.  There’s something else…”  Your mother sat you down on the steps of the porch, her voice fighting to be as comforting as possible.

Your mind was so fuzzy that you simply nodded up at her, your eyes wide, taking her in.

“I don’t want you to hear this from anybody else.  I’m so sorry, baby….” You looked at your mother, your mind muddled and being splayed as confusion on your face.

You watched as your mother’s face broke down and a few tears escaped from her dark eyes.

“Y/N…. it was Robert. He’s dead.”

Before you could react, your body lurched and you blacked out, your head hitting the hard concrete of the porch steps.

“I wish you were coming with me” Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader is Seb’s girlfriend, they haven’t announced it to the public yet and he wants her to attend a premiere with him.
A/N: So this one wasn’t a request but I had the idea and just started writing it.. I hope it’s good
Word count: 734


“No, no I won’t do it; I’m not ready for…” you said with an even tone, waving your hands, gesturing to everything. 
“I don’t get it y/n; I just want you by my side for the premiere!” Sebastian sounded hurt.
“Seb, come on please, I’m just not ready for everyone to know about us”
His piercing blue eyes glaring at you. “We don’t need to announce anything; I just want to share tonight with the girl I love.” He moved closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and smiling at you.
“I know” you whispered, momentarily burying your face in his chest before looking up at him, “but I’ll just look so out of place, I mean think about it, me an unknown randomer standing by the side of the most beautiful man on the PLANET, everyone will be looking at me and let’s face it, you can’t keep a secret if your life depends on it!”

His eyes were following your lips as you spoke. “Hey! That’s not fair; we’ve been together for almost a year now and nobody suspects anything”
“Babe, how long after we got together was it before you told Chris and Mackie?” You raised an eyebrow, knowing the answer.
“Two days” He mumbled. 
“Exactly” you laughed, he smiled at you - nothing made him happier than seeing you happy.
“Okay, fine, maybe you’re right but I don’t want to leave you tonight. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks so, if you won’t come with me… then I’m not going.” He kissed your forehead before you could get your reply out.
“No, Sebastian that’s completely daft! You’re going.”
“I’d rather stay here, with you”
He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your lips, knowing you wouldn’t resist.

Pushing him away, you looked him in the eyes and said “we both know that’s a lie, you love meeting your fans, they love meeting you too - come on would you really let all of those people waiting to see you down?”
“Damn it y/n, I hate it when you do that” seeing the questioning look in your eye he continued “I hate it when you talk sense into me” the two of you laughed.
“Go on, go and get your sexiest suit on” you smiled as he winked at you before turning to walk towards the bedroom.

“How’s this one?” He asked, emerging after ten minutes of complaining and not knowing which suit to wear.
“Seb, just like the last two you asked me about, you look great - not that it matters what I say because you keep changing your mind anyway”
“Urgh!” He span on his heels and walked back into the bedroom.

“Wear the silver one!” You shouted after him. Moments later he emerged wearing the sliver suit. You were sat in front of the TV when he came out so you hadn’t noticed him standing in the doorway.
“Well?” He asked, announcing himself.
You turned around ready to tell him the same thing you told him every other time but instead the word that left your mouth was “damn!”
He couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter at your inability to form words. “It’s not often you’re speechless” 
You still didn’t have and words so you just smiled at him. “Come on, you’d better get going” 
“I know, I know,” He smiled back at you as he made his way over to give you a kiss before leaving for the night. “I’ll be back before you know it” 
“And I’ll be watching your every move” you gestured to the tv, already on the channel where a reporter was talking about the build-up to the premiere and talking to the fans who had shown up in their thousands just to catch a glimpse of the cast. “God I wish you were coming with me” He sighed “Maybe next time” you offered a smile “God I love you” He whispered, looking straight into your eyes. “I love you too” He kissed your lips and then your forehead before leaving for the night. 

You didn’t take your eyes off him until the door closed. After that you headed to the kitchen, picking up a bottle of wine, a glass and your snacks for the night. Finally, you settled down on the couch, ready to watch your wonderful boyfriend walk down the red carpet.