is there even water in that tub we will never know

AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.

Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.


It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend. 

They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point. 

The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

 It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s? 

Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”

Jack figures it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. 

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A glitch in the matrix is an experience that proves something isn’t right in the world or sometimes your brain. 

Here are some creepy experiences that are supposedly true as reported by these users. 

  • DEAD BUT NOT DEAD

by reddit user 3clipse

I knew my uncle had died.

My mom had called me and told me the news. It was very sad. She told me in the middle of work and I told one of my coworkers. He expressed his condolences on my loss.

A couple weeks later, my sister mentioned my aunt and uncle doing something. I said “but…he’s dead.” And my sister said no, he wasn’t.

I called my mom. No, he wasn’t dead.

To this day I’m still not sure how much of it my brain imagined and how much was real. Did I really talk to my coworker? Was I even on the phone with my mom at all that day?

It still freaks me out knowing that my mind could fabricate so complete and real a memory like that.

  • WHY DID WE TALK LIKE THAT

by reddit user WittyRepost

Several years ago I woke up in bed next to my (now ex) girlfriend and we had a conversation in fluent French. I got up and got in the shower, and as the water started running I realized, neither of us spoke French. When I got out I asked her about it. She remembered it happening but was as confused as I was. I can’t even remember what we talked about because I don’t fucking speak French. Brains are weird.

  • FORGOTTEN 

by reddit user Joevual

My dad has epilepsy and says that he’ll experience this when he doesn’t take his meds. Sort of like a fugue state. He went to Aspen on a business trip to design a ski lodge and he forgot his meds at home. He was supposed to do a big presentation but he never showed up. His coworkers looked for him for hours until they finally found him walking down the highway in the snow, 8 miles from their hotel. Apparently he had completely forgot who he was, where he was, and why he was there. He figured if he just started walking he could piece things together and figure things out. He snapped out of it when he saw the familiar faces of his coworkers.

  • A DIFFERENT PATH

by reddit user A_lot_of_italics

One day I was walking to work and all of a sudden had an urge to walk a different path than usual. I work downtown in a big city. It was a strange spur of the moment urge to walk a different way that changed my life forever.

I turned into an alley I had never seen before. As I remember it, I made it about fifteen feet or so when an actual “glitch” happened. Everything in my mind scrambled. I felt like I didn’t have a body anymore, just that I was a semi-conscious entity floating through some weird dimension. All of a sudden in the array of different colors and shapes a vision came to me. It was a bunch of strange looking people that in my mind resembled businessmen in suits. They looked startled and panicked that I could see them. One of the “people” made a quick movement and everything turned to black.

When I regained normality, I was on a completely different street. It was the same street that I always use to walk to work. I felt sick, and severely disturbed/depressed.

I’ve never done any hard drugs, never experienced any hallucinations, never have had anything like this happen to me. The weird thing is, when the glitch was correcting itself and I could see those “people” watching me like a caged animal I had the feeling that I knew I was being controlled. It still bothers me very much to this day.

  • A SHARP BEND

by reddit user pistacchio

When I was like 10 or 11 I was going to the beach with my aunt and her friends. There were two cars of us. To get there we had to go through a very large industrial area. We didn’t know the direction, so our car was following the other. Suddenly, they did an unexpected turn and so our driver had to take a sharp bend.

In that moment we heard a very clear, loud voice inside the car saying laughing “Sharp bend, hm?!”. The driver immediately hit the brakes. We looked at each other, puzzled: we all recognized it as a voice not belonging to any of us.

In the very same time, we noticed that the other car has stopped as well. The other driver got out of the car with a scared face and shouted to us: “Did… did you hear that as well?”.

They heard the very same thing inside their car. The area around was full deserted.

  • THE SUICIDE DREAM

by reddit user 47attemptslater

When I was a teenager I had two really intense dreams one night. The first one was about an online friend of mine calling me to say she’d broken up with her boyfriend, and I sang a few lines of Seal’s “Don’t Cry” to her over the phone. The second dream was finding a (real life) friend dead body floating in her bathtub.

I didn’t think anything of it up until I logged online that evening and the online friend came online to tell me her boyfriend broke up with her. I immediately asked if I could call her, and she said no. I remember thinking that it meant something, like I could change it. Not long after, my phone rang, and it was Real Life friend from the dream calling me. I was completely freaked at this point, but talked to her normally… she was just talking about school and shit… up until I realized I heard a splash in the background. I asked her, “Are you in the tub?” and when she said yes I felt like my heart had stopped. I asked her, “What did you do?”. She didn’t answer me right away, and then after a very long pause she told me she’d taken an entire bottle of pills and chased it with mushrooms and vodka. She’d gotten scared waiting for it to hit her… so she called me so she’d hear someone’s voice. I hung up and called 911. By the time they got there she was unconscious, but alive. Today she’s a mom to a beautiful little girl, and she’s ok.

  • NO BRUISES OR SCRATCHES

by reddit user mbalsevich

Was monkeying on the hand rails of a balcony on the 4th floor of my building and fell off, as 2 of my buddies watched in horror.

I remember seeing the concrete floor approaching as I fell head first and thinking “oh fuck - I’m going to break my wrist” (Why my wrist? dunno)

Next recollection is seeing my buddies yelling, from up there, “Are you OK!? ARE YOU OK!?”.

I look up, I say: “What happened?”.

They did not see my actually hit the floor, they just ran outside and saw me already standing looking up.

Not a scratch, not a bruise, nothing hurted. I don’t remember hitting the floor, standing up, nothing. No memories exist for those 1 or 2 seconds.

None of us 3 ever understood what happened. But we all saw it and agree on what happened.

  • MY EYES ARE BURNING

by reddit user ClassicJenny

About 15 years ago my friends parents, Steve and Julie, were woken up at 1am to a very loud THUD that rattled the house. Worried that one of the kids had fallen out of the bunk bed Steve went downstairs to check on them but all three kids were sound asleep and safe in their beds. Julie told Steve to check the house in case of intruders so Steve checked the doors and windows before going outside to take a look.

After ten minutes of investigating the noise Steve came across nothing unusual and went back inside to go to bed. He found his wife absolutely worried sick and she demanded to know where the hell he had gone and what happened. Confused and tired Steve told her he found nothing and tried to calm her down before Julie pointed out that it was now 4am and that he had been missing for 3 hours. Julie had even gone outside to check on him and he was nowhere to be found and didn’t respond to her calling his name. Unable to figure out what happened they returned to bed and slept until Steve had to get up for work in a few hours.

Steve owns a painting business and a couple hours after working on a house he noticed his eyes started to feel itchy, then his eyes started to burn, then after a couple hours his eyes burned so badly that he was holding his eyelids open as to not blink because it felt like his lids were sandpaper against his eyes. His employees rushed him to the hospital and Steve was treated for second degree flash burns on his eyes. He was told his burns were equivalent to staring at a welders torch without eye protection for an extended period of time. His eyes were treated and he was lucky to have his vision fully restored.

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So that’s all I got for now. You can view the full thread here

So do any of you have experiences like this? A glitch in the system experience?

Make a post and tag “sixpenceee”! I would love to read them and will be reblogging the ones that really make me go “woah”

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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The View (m)

Summary: When a supposed bath for one leads to something a little more fun.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: PWP, exhibition kink, dirty talk, teasing, oral sex
Rating: M
Word Count: 4218

Originally posted by dream-bts


The tub is full, water sloshing over the sides any time either of you move an inch however, neither of you give a second glance at the liquid building up on the tiled floor. You both are too preoccupied with each other.

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You’re the One (Daveed x Reader)

Summary: Based on an ask I saw about reader/Daveed being roommates. The reader teases him about his appearance on Sesame Street. Fluff.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

A/N: This was a good idea. Good job anon.


“D!” You yelled as soon as you heard the apartment door open.

“What?” Daveed went into the kitchen, rifling around in the fridge for something to eat.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be on Sesame Street!”

“I guess I forgot? I don’t know, I’ve been busy.” He plopped down next to you and handed you a beer, sighing. He looked tired.

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Saturdays Pt 2

Genre: Smut/fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: SMUT straight up smut, swearing, light spanking, dirty talk, blow job, cunningilus, but mostly just vanilla sex

Word Count: 7625

Here’s my second ever smut! I’m not 100% happy with it, but I really enjoyed writing their relationship dynamic. Dedicated to @jungkxook @jungblue and @tayegi :)

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Jungkook carried you through the entryway of your bathroom and gently placed you on the cool tiles, his strong hands firmly gripped at your hips to pull your body into his. After leaving a fleeting kiss against your temple, he leaned over the deep bathtub and twisted the knob so that steaming water was flooding the inside. He quickly turned his attention back to you and tugged at the hem of your hoodie with a quiet whine.

“Eager to see me naked?” you joked as you pulled the sweatshirt over your head.

When you emerged from underneath, you didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes hungrily drank in your shirtless figure–his usually wide and innocent eyes darkening as he noticed that you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Deciding to take advantage of his piqued interest, you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your leggings and slowly pushed them down your legs before stepping out of them and lazily kicking them in the general direction of the hamper.

Jungkook stared at you momentarily, his intense gaze almost making you self-conscious, before he groaned, low and deep, and closed the distance between you to run his chilly fingers down your spine. Goosebumps tickled your exposed flesh, only growing even more prominent when his hands found purchase on your ass. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the way he was slowly kneading the muscles–his touch and the cool air hitting your skin causing your nipples to harden and grow sensitive with every subtle graze of his clothed chest against yours.

He leaned down and connected your lips in a much more urgent and feverish kiss than the one you shared in the living room just moments before.

“Yes, I am,” he nearly moaned into your mouth, his full lower lip grazing yours with every syllable. He lightly nipped at your bottom lip and ran his fingernails along the backs of your upper thighs.

“Aside from the disappointingly few nudes you blessed me with, I didn’t get to see all this,” he ran his hands up your torso until he was massaging your breasts, “for three months. I suffered without you.”

“You mean your dick suffered,” you playfully remarked, drawing a sweet chuckle from Jungkook’s chest.

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Red Wine Kiss

Note: I’m so so sorry this is late, sweetie! I hope you like it! thanks for the request. feedback is always welcome! .c

Request: I love your writing so much so I hope you can do this but if you can’t it’s ok, maybe you could do something like reader and bucky don’t like each other, and bucky would always tease her and play pranks on her and the reader just works in the lab with Tony, so bucky would always call her a lab rat, so Tony decided that all of the avengers would go to the Bahamas for a group vacation and the Reader was in a hot tub there and bucky sneaks in and starts being really romantic to the reader and then brings some wine and they end up making out ( no sex). sorry if this is really weird. Thank you so much if you can do this. @123olivia

-veeeery slight smut. just making out-

Originally posted by cherry-midnightmoonlight


When you live in a tower full of superheroes and super humans, you’d think it’d be an easy process of waking up, going to work, eating dinner, and going to sleep all to repeat it the next day. Only in a far off fantasy would that happen to you. Sure, it’s amazing living with the Avengers. It’s living with Bucky Barnes that makes it your worst nightmare. Your worst, stressful, infuriating, nightmare.

All he wanted to do was poke fun at you while you worked in Tony’s lab. If he wasn’t in your ear, he was in your belongings. Or destroying them somehow.

A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you slammed your fist down on the work table. “Could you stop humming!? Five minutes - that’s all I need!” You shouted, turning to face the most immature and annoying person you’ve come to know.

Bucky simply smirked and shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t know, can I?” He quipped, reveling in the way your eyebrows creased and your chest heaved with anger. Bucky loved getting a rise out of you and you always failed to ignore his annoying antics.

“You either do it willingly or I’ll shove my first so far down your throat, your asshole will be sore.” You said through gritted teeth as the last ounce of patience you had dwindled down to a speck of nothingness. 

Bucky belted out a laugh and held his stomach, wiping away a fake tear. “Oh, lab rat. If you only knew how much I could wreck your asshole.” Bucky said through his loud chuckles, walking out of the room without a second glance.

Your mouth fell open with a gasp and your cheeks burned red, the heat pooling around your neck. You stomped your foot and took a much needed break from working. You hoped Tony would be back from his lunch break or else you’d never get this done.

As if he read your mind, Tony came in with a bag containing a white styrofoam box. You sighed and plopped down in your lab chair, resting your elbows on your knees. “Tony, I need a vacation.” You whined, rubbing your temples. Tony chuckled and handed you the bag. You took it with a small smile and opened it.

You smiled even wider as you looked inside. “Wow, my favorite food? Why ever would you?” You asked as you started to dig in. Tony chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “I know Barnes gets under that skin of yours. Thought you needed a pick-me-up after he replaced your body wash with honey.” Tony explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

Groaning at the memory, you furiously stabbed at your food before taking a bite. “About that vacation. Maybe we all should go somewhere.” Tony thought aloud, finding it funny how you’re so worked up over someone he doesn’t care to take a second glance at. “Where are you thinking?” You asked curiously, slowly becoming excited at the thought of being away from Bucky, even if he’s still in the same place as you.

Really, could he bother you during a nice vacation away from the tower? He’d surely be too busy enjoying himself. Why on earth would he choose to bother you when he could be skiing or swimming in the ocean?  Or drowning… You’d pick your battle soon enough, you figured.

Tony quickly pulled you out of your chair - so quickly you almost dropped your food. “Tony! What on earth-” Tony immediately shushed you as he ran you two towards the elevator, quickly asking FRIDAY to send you to the common room. “Round up the team! We have a vacation to plan!” He yelled excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

You smiled at the brightness in Tony’s eyes. You knew he needed to get out of his lab, anyways. He was still stressing about work and Pepper; you never saw him sleep or take time away from his inventions. You were thankful you were hired on the spot to help Tony out. But sometimes, even you needed a break from everything.

It’s been a year or so since you got here. The lonely and desperate person you were before quickly changed once you called Nick Fury and asked if he knew anyone that could use your smarts. 

Nick was an old family friend and you needed a job to pay for college. So, when he told you about Tony and what he did, you were more than eager to come in for an interview. After that, college was paid for and you had a job, including a bedroom.

Tony wouldn’t let you deny his forward request to pay for your college, even the rest of that months rent in your old Brooklyn apartment. Now, the only thing sucking the happiness out of you was Bucky. Ever since you got here, he was a little childish. Playing pranks, making annoying sounds to irritate you, the whole nine yards.

If he wasn’t so-

Tony cleared his throat as he stared at you from outside of the open elevator doors. Your head snapped up as you came back to reality and you sheepishly stepped out. You and Tony walked into the common room and surprisingly everyone was there. “Great! Guys, Y/N and I think we should go on vacation!” Tony said with a smile.

Sam cheered along with Clint and Steve. “Yeess! We’ve been hoping this day would come!” Sam yelled out happily, nearly splitting his cheeks from how big his smile was. You giggled at the men, shaking your head. Nat and Wanda were squealing and you rolled your eyes playfully when they looked at you.

Bucky was sitting in his chair, watching everyone cheer with a small albeit genuine smile. You sighed softly, hoping he wouldn’t ruin this for you. “So, any ideas?” Tony asked as he pulled out his holographic phone. He pulled up a map and looked around. “Maybe Milan? Tokyo? Paris?” He asked as he gestured towards each place. Everyone hummed and discussed among themselves. 

“What about the beach?” Wanda suggested, sparking the teams interest. “Well, I haven’t been to the beach in a long, long time. That sounds amazing.” Nat smiled, cupping her hands together. The beach actually sounded really nice. It was spring time now and the cold weather could kiss your ass if it were up to you. It’s only cute during Halloween and Christmas time, anyways.

Tony looked around after putting his phone away. With raised eyebrows, he needed confirmation. “So, the beach, then? Maybe the Bahamas?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “The Bahamas!?” You squealed, gasping as you gaped at Tony. You’ve always wanted to go to to the Bahamas, and if you didn’t faint right now, you definitely would when you step foot in the warm sand.


After everyone had agreed and packed up, you all loaded up the jet and made your way to the Bahamas. “I’m so excited to get there! Tony, where are we gonna stay?” Sam asked, flipping through a magazine full of things to do at the Bahamas. “Flip to page 45.” Tony called out from the front of the jet. Sam did as told and you leaned over towards him, peeking at the page.

There was a huge beach house with a wooden sign that said ‘Stark’ engraved on it. “Daaaamn.” Sam muttered, raising his eyebrows. Before you could reply, you felt a boot nudge your shoe underneath the table. Not now, Barnes. Not now. You swallowed your sigh and paid Bucky no attention. That’s all he wanted from you and you’d be damned if you shot back.

Five minutes in, you shot back. “I will NOT let you ruin this vacation for me!” You yelled across the jet, shooting daggers at Bucky. He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his hair framing his face as he shook his head. “I was just humming.” Bucky tried to defend himself, but he knows what he’s up to. “Sure, because the need to play footsies with me is apart of your poor singing act.” You rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out.

Bucky grumbled and sat up in his seat, his jaw clenching. “You’re such a bitch sometimes, Y/N.” Bucky said, hitting your last nerve. You gasped and stood up, your hands on the table. “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW-” The jet was full of groans and exasperated sighs. “For the love of God, guys! Shut up!” Clint whined loudly, rubbing his temples.

You shot a look at Bucky and he smirked at you. “Sit down, lab rat.” Bucky winked at you. You rolled your eyes again and scoffed as you sat back down in your seat. “Aw, I meant on my lap.” Bucky playfully frowned. “You’re a headache.” You muttered, shaking your head. “S'long as I’m your only headache.” Bucky said with a sly smile.

You abruply stood out of your seat again, deciding to move up front to sit with Tony. This is the last time you’re going to let Bucky get under your skin.

The rest of the ride was quiet, all but the soft humming coming from Bucky. It wasn’t as loud, so it didn’t bother you as much as it would if you were right in front of him. You could see the bright blue water come into view out of the jet window, your chest filling with excitement. “Oh my gosh! We’re here!” You squealed as you squirmed in your seat.

The team all stood and gathered their bags as Tony landed near his beach house. It was a private area, so nobody would be able to bother you. All with the exception of Bucky Barnes. You exited the jet quickly, making your way into the house after Tony unlocked it.

You’d take the tour later, but what you wanted right now was that soothing hot tub you saw a photo of in the magazine. Your body was tense and you needed to relax immediately. Taking absolutely no notice to what anyone was saying or doing, you changed into a two piece in an empty bedroom and grabbed a towel and sunglasses.

You passed by the others and Steve stopped you before you bolted out of the back door. “Y/N! Hey, uh, sorry about Bucky.” He said bashfully, trying not to look down at your body. You smiled at him and shook your head. “It’s fine. Well, it’s not - but it’s not your place to apologize.” You explained softly, watching Steve nod.

“He’s just…I dunno. Have fun.” Steve said before walking away. You creased your eyebrows but shrugged, continuing your walk towards the back. You slid the glass door open and set your towel down on the wooden deck surrounding the hot tub. A remote was sitting in a small slot and you pulled it out, looking at the different buttons. 

You pressed a few, jumping slightly when the hot tub began to fill up with water. Once it finished, you turned the jet pressure up, walking up the two stairs to get in. You could see steam rising up and you knew it was crazy to get in a hot tub under the sun, but you really needed the muscle relaxer right now.

A long, heavy sigh fell from your lips as you settled in the hot tub. “Shiiit, this feels amazing.” You sighed out, closing your eyes, the hot water bubbling all around you. You let your arms rest against the deck part, tilting your head back slightly. You allowed yourself drift away, listening to the wind blow, the sound of waves crashing, your teammates screaming and laughing in the water.

Had you not been paying attention to the sounds, you wouldn’t have heard the door open and close shortly after. “I like the sight of this.” Bucky said, you could hear the smirk in his tone. 

You groaned and opened your eyes, looking at him through your sunglasses. “Barnes, can’t you leave me alone until we get back to the tower?” You asked with venom laced in your voice. 

Bucky ignored you and climbed in the hot tub, sitting near you. You noticed he was shirtless and he was holding two wine glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine. “I’m guessing you didn’t ask if it was okay to get that?” You questioned as Bucky popped the cork out. He smiled and filled the two glasses, handing you one.

“No, but I’m guessing you’re going to drink it anyways?” Bucky quipped, his eyebrows quirked. You sighed as you took a glass from his hand. Bucky bumped his glass gently against yours. “Cheers, Doll.” Bucky said softly, taking a gulp of his wine. You rolled your eyes but thought about the nickname he had just given you and took a sip from your glass.

Then another sip, and another, and another. Soon, the bottle was halfway filled and you were a tad bit tipsy. A giggle fell from your lips as Bucky moved closer to you, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. “Come on, you have to admit that you’ve thought about kissing me at least once, beautiful.” Bucky stated, setting his wine glass down on the deck behind you two.

Your cheeks burned red and you shook your head. “Bucky, I would never! And don’t call me beautiful!” You hiccuped through your giggles, turning to face Bucky. He was much closer and it made your heart skip. Bucky took your sunglasses off and set them down. His eyes looked into yours and you never noticed the different shades of blue hidden in his.

Bucky caressed your cheek and you stared at him, unsure of what to do. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Y/N.” Bucky said quietly, his eyes trailing along your face. You swallowed thickly and leaned into his touch. “I thought you hated me.” You slurred slightly with creased eyebrows. “I don’t. God, I don’t.” Bucky breathed, sounding rather nervous.

Bucky started to lean in, his hand resting on the side of your neck. You blinked a few times as he inched closer. “Just tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his knee brushing against yours. You let out a small exhale, letting his lips brush against yours. “No.” You whispered, finally pressing your lips against Bucky’s.

He groaned into the kiss and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue bump your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and started to twirl your tongue around his. He tasted like red wine and mint, a mixture you’d never get over.

You moved to sit on Bucky’s lap and his hands moved to rest on your hips. Your hands traveled along his neck, making their way into his long hair. Your mind was clouded but you were fully aware of the erection he was sporting. You rolled your hips against his, eliciting a  low growl from Bucky. He pulled away, your lips creating a wet smacking sound as he did so.

Your breath was heavy, your chest heaving up and down. Bucky gulped, his eyes trailing along your face and your exposed chest above the water in your bikini top. “Th-that-” Bucky breathed, his hand moving up to touch his lips. You smirked and leaned into his ear. “Kitten got your tongue?” You asked with a smirk, licking up the shell of his ear.

Bucky groaned and his eyes shut momentarily as you rolled your hips against his again. His lips were on yours in no time, tongues twirling, teeth biting, hands grabbing, nails clawing.

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Sweet Creature; H.S.

“No, Harry! Just – fucking plain no. In what alternate universe would you think I’d be happy with you making decisions for me?” Y/n yells at me, throwing her hands up for emphasis as she storms away from me. I know I should go after her, tell her that I didn’t mean to do so, but I’m sure she knows. I’d never do anything to make her unhappy.

I’m sure she’ll realise that in a minute as well. Y/n could have quite the temperament but she’d never go to bed angry. Usually, five minutes after we fought, we’d apologize to one another. We were both stubborn, but clever enough to know what’s important in life. Y/n and I had met a couple years prior, but in the beginning I don’t think neither of us thought of going on a date, getting in a relationship and even later – moving in together.

I don’t know how it happened, or when, but somehow along the line I realised how quickly and hopelessly I had fallen for her. Thank god she experienced the same.

I let my large body fall onto the sofa, a loud huff escaping my parted lips. I let my fingers curl around the scrap book Y/n had been making yesterday evening, filled with pictures of us and things she found important to her. I had always found it an honour I were included in that.

I laugh to myself when I see baby pictures of her. One in the tub, her dog sneakily drinking the bath water behind her. Or one where she was dancing with a loaf of bread. Just from seeing her carefree face on the photo, I could imagine her hearty laugh echoing through the house.

“H, I’m sorry. I overreacted.” I hear Y/n’s voice behind me and I raise my hand, waving her over. “We’re both in the wrong, sweetheart. I promise I’ll never make big decisions without you. You know I just wanted to surprise you.” I lift my head, smiling at my girlfriend as she walks around the sofa. She slides herself onto the armrest, her upper body leaning against the back.

“Remember our first date?” I speak, patting her bare leg as I turn to the next page. There are photo’s covering the paper of twinkling lights, lots of greenery, with me somewhere in the background. I took her to Morden Hall Park, one of my favourite get-aways. We were slowly strolling, enjoying the scenery around us, when suddenly she took my hand and pulled, pulling me into a slow jog that turned into a full run. Somehow we ended up face first on the grass, laughing our asses off. It was the best time I had in months.

“Yeah. You tried to give me a compliment. Do you remember what you said to me?” Y/n chuckles as she slides from the arm rest onto the sofa next to me, her warm body pressed against mine as her fingers brush over the photograph.

“Sadly, I don’t think I’ll ever forget such a mishap. Sweet creature.” I laugh somewhat awkwardly, biting the bottom of my lip as I let my gaze wander over our newly bought furniture, trying to avoid her. “Anything would’ve sufficed. Girl, woman, lass; whatever implied I was female.” Y/n laughs is so hearty that I can’t help but chuckle along.

“Yeah yeah, I know. You’re going to pester me with it until I’m in my grave, yeah?” I laugh, pulling her onto my lap and pressing my lips against her neck. She is ticklish and bounces up and down on my lap to get away from my prying fingers and tickling lips. “We’re still young, you shouldn’t talk about that. But, probably.” Y/n answers me when she has calmed her breathing and snakes her arms around my neck.

“I’d take it as a compliment. Means I’m willing to spend my whole life with you, you know?” I grin, pressing my lips briefly to hers. She loses herself in the kiss for a moment, but pushes herself off to grant me a raised-eyebrow-grin. “You have the weirdest ways of complimenting a girl, Styles. But I’ll take it. Just because you’re cute.”

“That’s why you’re with me? Because of my looks.” I gasp, holding my hand against my chest as Y/n fiddles in my lap. “Well – I – I thought you knew. Sorry.” She shrugs her shoulders so nonchalantly she has problems keeping a straight face. My hands attack her sides again and I throw her onto the sofa, hovering above her.

When her laughter has subsided and I find that I have tortured her enough, I stop my assault and merely hover over her. Her mood changes before my eyes and I hold my breath as she speaks.
“When is your solo tour starting?”

I took a big gulp of air, letting a sigh flow past my lips before I press them softly to her chin. “Next month.” A frown takes over her features and I know she has enjoyed the last year of having me almost all to herself, but this was planned almost as soon as the band parted their ways.

“You could come visit me? As much as you like. I’d like to have you with me.” I mumble, kissing her whole face, taking my time to show her how much I appreciate everything she has done for me and is about to do. “I like that, but I hate coming home every time when you’re not here.” She frowns even deeper, moaning softly when I press my lips against her weak spot.

“Then come with me. For the whole tour. You won’t have to miss me, and I don’t have to miss you.” I grin brightly, lifting myself up on my hands to assess her facial changes. For a split second, I see the twinkle in her eyes and her vibrant smile is on full show. Until her logic jumps in.

“What about our home?” Her fingers trail along my shoulder, to my biceps and down to my hand. She lifts it, making me imbalanced, and presses her lips against the back of my hand. I know I have to convince her. I couldn’t bare even a day without her with me.

“When you’re with me, I am home.” I press my lips to her once more, putting more pressure behind it as I try to show her all the love and need I feel every morning when I wake up to her beautiful smile.

Perfect Boyfriend

Characters: Reader (Erin, but I don’t think I mentioned her name actually), Chris Evans

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Warnings: Fear of getting older, nudity, implied smut (well maybe a bit more than implied but it is pretty tame) otherwise just fluff.     

Word Count: 1200ish

A/N: This is for Erin aka @blacktithe7. It’s her birthday today and this is me (and Chris) wishing her a very happy one. I love you Erin and I hope you had a great day today!

Thanks to @percywinchester27 for betaing this one for me (and Ana says: I love you too Erin).

Also sorry for the crappy title - hopefully the one shot is better than then that one.

Chris had wanted the two of you to go somewhere special today. He had suggested one restaurant after another. He had suggested weekend getaways and vacations but truth be told, you hadn’t been in the mood to do much this year. You just wanted this day to pass and get on with your life. A birthday was just a day right? At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself as you laid in bed alone that morning.

You weren’t sure where Chris was, but him not being here had you kinda worried that he had not listened to you. You loved that he wanted to surprise you, and you loved him more than anything, but you had been serious when you had said you didn’t wanna go anywhere on your birthday. You knew however, that if he had made plans, that sweet smile of his would be able to convince you to do just about anything. You wouldn’t have the heart to say no to him, so you really hoped and prayed that your boyfriend had taken you seriously. That he was just out for a run or something, and not planning some huge gesture, like you knew he really wanted to do.

You groaned and pushed yourself out of bed, calling out for him with no answer. It was 10 am. It wasn’t like him to not be home at this hour, which only made you all the more worried.

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My Fake Boyfriend Part 5

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2200

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 Part 4 

credits to the gif owner

Originally posted by bovaria

Saying that shopping with your mother was the most boring and tiring thing you have ever done in your life was an understatement. She made you try every single dress that she found cute or that she thought you would look cute on you. It didn’t matter if you liked it or not, she was in charge.

After hours of trying things on and not finding anything that you and your mother agreed on, you decide to go to a small boutique outside the city. You used to always go shopping there when you lived here and you had faith that you would find something that you liked and your mother agreed.

“You should have bought that last dress, you looked beautiful in it.” You watch as your mother starts the car “It was a white lace dress, the bride would kill me and I’m planning on going back home safe and sound.” You say in a serious tone, you didn’t want to cause any more drama.

“You could always use it with James; I don’t know, you were just so beautiful in that dress.” You put your hand on your mother's shoulder squeezing it lightly “It’s a little earlier to start thinking about wedding dresses, don’t you think?”

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Tornado with legs

Levi scrubs the last of the dirt off the coffee table. “Finally.” That’s the last time he trusts Isabel to bring a ‘mystery box’ into the apartment.

He hears a crash in the kitchen, followed by a squeak of “Oops!” Isabel is a freaking tornado with legs. He sighs as he goes to investigate what she’s mussed up now.

“I was never-”

“I know,” Isabel interrupts. “You were never this crazy when you were 5!” she mimics with R’s that sound suspiciously like W’s.

Levi suppresses a grin at her sass. He shoos her off while he rights the stool she managed to topple over.

The doorbell rings and Isabel rounds the corner at top speed. “I’ll get it!”

“No, no, no!” Levi scoops her up. “Remember what we talked about? You’re going to watch a movie while Eren and I study.”

Isabel nods wisely. “‘Cause it took you a whole year just to invite him over.”

Sure, tell the kid a million times not to jump on the furniture with muddy shoes and it’s in one ear and out the other. Mention your undying crush on a certain football player while you think she’s napping, however, and she remembers every single word you say about him. Unless, of course, Hange told her. Quite frankly he wouldn’t put it past them.

Levi takes a deep breath. “Don’t repeat that again,” he says. “Ever.”

Isabel giggles.

Eren knocks on their door. Levi sets Isabel down. “You remember how to set up Netflix?”

Duh,” Isabel says proudly before marching towards the living room.

Levi laughs. He never imagined himself as the guardian of such a spunky kid at the age of 19, but she makes him a little more grateful for it every day. Even if she does like to pour an entire bottle of bubble bath in the tub and turn the water on full blast. He shudders.

He makes one last stop at the mirror in the hallway to fix his hair before he opens the door. He has to pause a second, the same as always, and just admire Eren’s radiant smile before he can say hello.

“Levi!” Eren says. “How’s it- oh, who’s this little angel?” he asks, peeking around Levi.

Angel. Levi almost snorts.

“I’m Izzy!” Isabel says confidently. “And I’m-”

“Supposed to be watching a movie,” Levi finishes for her, turning around to fix her with a stern look.

Isabel sticks her tongue out at him.

“Izzy, huh?” Eren smiles another brilliant, blinding, beautiful smile. “That’s a cool name.”

Isabel nods. “And you’re Eren.”

Eren tilts his head at her and Levi’s stomach drops a little. “How did you know that?” Eren asks.

“Green eyes. Nice hair. Pretty face.” Isabel ticks each point off on her fingers. “You gotta be Eren.”

“Izzy!” Levi whispers.

Eren raises his brows at Levi’s back.

Levi’s face burns. He refuses to turn around; half because he can’t look at Eren right now, half because he’s having a stare down with a pint-sized hurricane that possesses just as much bravado as he does.

Eren pipes up against the silence that has fallen over the apartment. “Pretty face, huh?”

And like a switch, Isabel goes from scowling to grinning. “Uh huh. Levi talks about you lots. Like, all the time.”

Isabel.”

“S’kinda annoying. But he really, really likes-” Levi clamps a hand over her mouth.

“She’s had a little too much sugar,” he explains apologetically. He shoots Isabel a look. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get anymore for a while.”

Isabel glares at Levi. A hint of mischief lights up her eyes, and before Levi can work out what she’s up to- “Ew!” - she licks his hand.

Levi grumbles his way to the bathroom, turning the water on as hot as he can handle it.

Eren shifts under Isabel’s intense stare. She’s sizing him up, lips set in a firm line and eyes narrowed. She nods, satisfied with whatever conclusion she’s come to and takes Eren by the hand. “C’mon. I’ll paint your nails.”

Eren laughs, and allows her to lead him into the living room. She chatters away a mile a minute. He tries his best to keep up, and nods encouragingly when she finds the perfect nail polish to match his black shirt: the brightest blue in her collection.

He looks around at the pictures on the walls, tempted to ask who they all are, but Isabel says something that catches his attention.

“What was that, Izzy?”

“You’re nice,” she repeats. “That’s why Uncle Levi likes you so much.” She brushes another coat on his index nail. Half of it ends up on his skin. “You like him too, don’t you?” She looks up at Eren and smiles. “I can tell.”

Levi watches them from the archway, waiting eagerly for an answer. Eren simply smiles at Isabel, and when she resumes her work on his fingernails, he gives a small nod.

Isabel is a freaking tornado with legs, and Levi loves her more than anything in the world. Though, watching Eren ruffle her hair with his clean hand, he’s becoming a close second.

@leonygunawan said: HEY HEY ITS ME AGAIN SURPRISE SURPRISE!! ive come back with a genius idea of jeff x reader where jeff inflamed his rotating cuff (i googled this btw) and y/n is so excited to treat him bc y/n have always been the one that got sick or injured and jeff always treats her like y/n is a fucking queen. She would bring his books, drive him to school, feed him(?), dress him or shower him if you feel comfortable writing that part but if you don’t just leave that one thank you so much… again for writing!

Author’s Note: I incorporated only a few things because with an inflamed rotator cuff he’s not totally useless ;) And the gif really has nothing to do with the story. It’s just cute.

Originally posted by sensuous

Jeff X Reader

“So it’s just an inflamed rotator cuff? Nothing too serious.”

“Yep.” Jeff grimaces as he unbuttons an old button down shirt, trying very cautiously to shrug out of it. “I got some anti-inflammatory meds and I’m on six weeks of rest starting today.”

He easily shakes out of one sleeve, but barely doing so must cause him a wave of pain. His sudden sharp intake of breath startles you into motion and you hold your hands out to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me.”

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Flight 512

For some reason, I like this. It isn’t really anything special or great, but it’s something. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being so patient. I know it’s been a while

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed..”

My eyes threaten to close and I have to keep drumming my fingers against the steel bench in order to keep awake. It’s as though every part of my body - my legs, my arms, my neck - all have the same intention of aching until I cry. I sigh for the hundredth time and attempt to find a comfortable position but to no avail. 

There’s a cool breeze coming from somewhere unknown to me, but I realise that the chill down my back is another thing keeping me awake so I don’t complain, despite the mountains of goosebumps that have spread across my arms.

I watch the clock’s hand move round and round its face. It’s as though one minute it was close to midnight and now, as I’m sat on the exact same bench, it’s coming up to three o’clock.

Looking to my left and then to my right, there doesn’t seem to be many people around, only the odd man or woman dragging their suitcase across the floor. I somehow feel as though I’m the only one waiting for the delayed flight. I wrap my arms around my stomach and lean my head against the back of the steel chair, it sends shocks through my neck. 

Behind me, far at the other side of the airport, there’s a glass window that fits the length of the room. Every now and then, there’ll be minute flashes of light from the awakening of a plane. Orange would cloud every inch of it’s vicinity.

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed, we apologise for..”

I refrain from cursing the woman’s voice and sit up for the first time in a long period of time. My legs no longer feel a part of my body and I have to bounce them up and down to begin to feel the familiar static feeling running through them. I wipe my eyes with the palms of my hands. 

“Excuse me.” A voice rings through the space I thought was empty and causes me to jump slightly due to the sudden sound. 

I look up to see a figure towering over me. It takes me a few seconds to take in their appearance due to the fact that I’m currently seeing stars after having pressed the palms of my hands into my eye sockets so hard.

“Uh, hi,” I mutter, and my voice cracks.

“Anyone sitting here?” The boy points to the seat beside me where my bag lays open, its contents almost spilling out. I think it’s his way of asking me to move it.

“Um, no,” I reply, already grabbing my bag and pulling it onto my lap. I subtly look around the room and see the rest of the benches completely empty. 

“Thanks.” He smiles and I’m hesitant to return it, but I do. 

We sit in silence, apart from the occasional announcements over the loudspeaker. 

When I get chance, I can watch the boy out of the corner of my eye. His dyed-blonde hair is cut short but it seems to be growing steadily, and his skin is tanned perfectly. Every now and then he’ll reach to his right before raising his hand to his lips. 

I run a hand through my hair and it’s as though he’d forgotten I’m here and my movement startled him. He turns to me and I can hear a soft crinkling sound.
“Grape?” he asks and offers a tub of grapes to me. At this point, I’m beyond confused and shake my head. “It’s cool, I haven’t done anything to them, like poisoned them or anything.” He grins menacingly. 

“Saying that makes me think you have,” I say and raise an eyebrow at him. To this, his grin seems to deepen. 

“Suit yourself.” He drops another between the barrier of his lips before chewing. I look away and sigh. “Your flight been delayed too?” 

I’m confused as to why he’s sat so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his thigh against mine, I’m confused as to why he’s offering me grapes, and I’m startled at the fact that he’s still trying to make small talk.

“Unfortunately.”

“I’m Justin, by the way,” he says and offers his hand for me to shake. I suddenly feel my own become clammy.  

“[Y/N],” I reluctantly shake his hand and feel the softness of his skin. I appreciate how pleasantly warm it is. 

“That’s a nice name,” he says before popping another grape into his mouth. 

“Thanks-“

“Are you travelling alone?” he interrupts me, but the calm and inviting look on his face tells me he didn’t mean anything by it. 

“Yeah, I’m going to see my family in Canada. Are you?” 

“My family’s up here, I’m heading home. To Canada, actually.”

I nod. “Did you have a nice time?”

He looks over at me and smiles. I can see his eyes moving around the features of my face and I suddenly feel self-conscious.

“I had a pleasant time, yeah.” 

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada has been delayed, we apologise for the inconvenience..”

“Drives you insane, doesn’t it?” he says and looks up towards the ceiling. I can see the veins working in his neck, I can see the beginning of a tattoo on the back of his neck and curiosity fills my body.

“Tell me about it.” 

Another silence falls over us but for the first time it doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable. Every now and then, he’ll raise his hand to his lips while I sit motionless. 

“Sure you don’t want one?” 

I shake my head as politely as I can and I see him shrug. 

There’s another hour before anything changes. My conversation with Justin escalates and it’s evident we’ve both become accustomed to each other, even Justin - who dripped with confidence from the beginning - has seemingly opened up even more. 

“There’s a restaurant in Toronto that do the best pancakes in the world, I swear, I could eat them for every meal of the day,”

“I’ve never been a huge fan of pancakes,” I say, crossing my legs and facing him. Justin does the same. 

“Try these and your opinion’ll change. Give me your number and I’ll take you whenever you’re free.” He grins. 

The grapes are long gone and I regret not taking up his multiple offers because I can hear a monster growling in my stomach.

“It’s a deal,” I smile and he imitates me. 

There’s subtle dark marks under his eyes and his eyes look heavy, but his face seems to light up when he smiles and I enjoy watching it happen. It’s like the darkness before the sun comes up from behind the trees and it makes the world seems so much brighter. 

“I’ll see you there,” he grins proudly.

“Promise?”

“Scouts honour.”

I laugh and I can see he’s watching me. His brown eyes are burning into my skin and a flush trickles through my body like boiling water.

“Flight 512 to Toronto, Canada is due at 17:55. Please be ready for departure..”

Justin releases a long breath and sits up straight. “That’s us.”

“Finally,” I say and pick my bag up as it sits on the floor with a swift movement. I feel a strange reluctance to have to leave, despite having spent long enough here.

It’s quiet while we collect our things. Justin is the first to stand and he watches and waits for me while I click the handle of the suitcase into place. He smiles when I stand, he’s taller than me so I still have to lean my head back to be able to see the light in his eyes.

My legs feel as though they’ve been replaced with steel, and I’m struggling to walk beside Justin without feeling aching pains shoot through them.  I clutch the strap of my bag tighter in the palm of my hand.

To my left I can see a cafe with a sign saying ’24 Hour’ and it’s as though my stomach knows; it lets out a howl that lasts a good few seconds before dying down again. I chew my bottom lip and speed up when I smell fresh coffee and baking cookies.

“So,” Justin starts. “Were you serious? Would you be willing to give me your number?” He looks down at me and I can feel the warm look he’s giving me.

I shrug. “Why not? You’ve had plenty of time to kidnap me and you’re yet to do so. I think you’re safe enough,” I chuckle and he laughs. His teeth are blindingly bright and I’m only just acknowledging this. They contrast with his tanned skin.

He gives me his phone to which I take carefully and type my number in. He’s watching me and it causes me to have to delete my mistakes with shaking hands.

“I’ll call you,” he says and I nod.

“I’ll be waiting.”

It sounds like a goodbye, even though we’re still walking to the boarding station together, not to mention, getting on the same plane. I can see the dots in the distance beginning to look like actual figures, and as we get closer, I can see that every one of them looks as exhausted as Justin and I. We stick close together and join the group.

It takes another twenty minutes or so before a steward arrives. Justin has taken a packet out of his backpack and I notice it’s filled with cookies. He takes one and I listen as he crunches contently, trying not to let my mouth water too much.

He moves the packet towards me and I smile while taking one at a steady pace, not wanting to seem too eager.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. I’ve been hearing your stomach growl for the past three hours, I figured I’d help you out,” he says casually. “Here. Take them.” He shoves the packet to my chest and I’m forced to grab them so they don’t fall to the floor.

I blush and say nothing. The group seems to have formed into a queue and the steward is now checking people’s tickets; everyone practically throws the tickets towards the poor man.

I stand beside Justin and munch on a few more of the cookies to rid myself of the empty feeling in my stomach. There’s noise and commotion around us but we stand quietly. Justin’s hand brushes against mine and it’s soft and warm against my own. My heart beats a little faster.

anonymous asked:

Okay okay but get this.. . ... insecure Lance with vitiligo I cannot believe this isn't already a thing give me my beautiful space son who's fLipping out because the foundation he had on him leaving earth isn't going to last forever and he really really doesn't want the team to know about anything that will make him different and mark him as a freak like everyone has always said

AHHHH I literally screamed when I saw this. 

Thank you <3 

I sorta went a different way with this. Sorry!

“Stop. It. You can’t cry right now.” Lance inhaled as much oxygen as he could before his lungs hitched and he coughed it out. 

“If you cry the foundation will wear off. So knock it off.” Lance ran his shaking hands through his hair. He didn’t know if he was talking to vent or help himself but he wish he would stop babbling like some teenage girl. 

Lance sat down on the edge of the bathtub glaring at the water. Shiro told them to wash up, but how could he wash away the only thing that is keeping him normal. Lance wanted to take a bath he really did. He wanted to try out the Altean soaps and face masks. He wanted to treat himself™ just like he would at the Garrison. Maybe Allura has some makeup, we have similar skin tones. Lance stood up and marched out of his room, he needed to find the princess. 

-

“Princess?” Lance hesitantly knocked on her bedroom door. 

“Yes Lance? Why aren’t you out of armor yet? Shiro told you to wash up.” Allura stood up from her where she was perched on her bed. 

“I kn-know. But I have a question for you.” Lance hugged his body, praying his sweat didn’t ruin the foundation anymore than what it was. 

“Well what is it?” Allura gestured for Lance to enter her room and he awkwardly stood in the middle of it while she sat on the edge of her bed. 

“Do Alteans have makeup?” Lance’s voice was so small it made him feel 5. 

“Makeup? Well of course!” Allura jumped up from her seat. “We have a lot of different kinds.” She smiled at him, hoping to relieve his stiff posture. 

“Do you have foundation to match my skin tone.” Lance gestured to his face. 

Allura stood up and placed her hand on his face, pretending she didn’t feel him flinch. “I think we do, mine might not work since it was made especially for me however,” Allura grabbed a small scanner off her desk and made her way back over to the boy, “this scanner will give us the number and type we need to match your skin perfectly.” 

She gently grabbed his hand and placed his finger under the scanner. It flashed a purple light for a few seconds before it beeped green and produced a small chip. 

Allura grabbed the chip “Now I’ll put this in a machine and it will have it made by the time you are done cleaning up.” 

Lance released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Can I get it sooner?” 

“Why do you need it so soon?” Allura chuckled a little bit. 

“I just need it that’s all.” Lance said a bit quietly, too quiet for Alluras liking.

“Once it’s done I’ll drop it off at your room. Okay?” Allura gently said. 

“Okay.” 

“Now go clean up.” And Lance left. 

-

Lance sunk down into the tub, letting the water surround him. He slowly submerged himself completely under water and let his mind wander. 

Ugly, Freak, Weirdo, Whats wrong with your face?

 Lance could still hear the kids voices like they said them yesterday. He could still remember the snickers he heard behind his back. He could remember how teachers would look at him sympathetically. He could still feel the shoves from the kids when he asked to play with them. He remembered crying to his mama asking why this happened to him. He remembered his sister teaching him how to do makeup and attempting too help his confidence. Sadly he was only confident with 3 different layers of makeup plastered on his face and arms. 

Lance rose his head from the water and touched his face and smeared the makeup off his face. He drained the water, stood up, turned on the shower and started scrubbing his arms and face. 

What would the team think? He wasn’t normal. He was a freak. 

He watched the water drain down, taking the brown makeup with it. After the water cleared he turned of the shower and dried off. 

Lance put on his pants and started to sort through the different Altean supplies. He found something that resembled lavender and started to apply it to his face. He attempted not to stare at the different color patches that scattered his face. He moved down to his arms, where it only started happening a year prior. He dropped the container when he saw a small patch forming on his stomach. 

“Fuck.” Lance leaned over the sink, not even trying to stop his tears. 

“Why, why, why.” Lance grabbed his hair. He was about to get back into the tub when Allura knocked on his bathroom door. 

“Lance! It’s done~” Allura seem to sing. 

“Ca-Can you ju-just leave it out-outside my door?” Lance nearly punched himself for his voice cracking. 

“Are you alright Lance?” Allura asked, curiosity and concern plaguing her voice.

“Yes.” 

“No you’re, not….I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in.” Before Lance could react the bathroom door was opening and he was face to face with Allura who was holding a bottle. 

Allura opened and closed her mouth and Lance grabbed a towel and wrapped his torso up in it, happy that he was wearing pants. 

After a few moments of unbearable silence Lance bit out “Go on laugh, I don’t care. Just leave the bottle and go.” 

“Lance.” Allura gently grabbed the towel  from Lance and brought his face closer. “I would never laugh a you for something like this.” She opened the bottle and put a few drops of the liquid on Lances face and started to rub it in. 

Lance stared at Allura as she continued to apply the makeup on Lance. “What?” She asked. 

“Why are you being so nice?” Lance mumbled out. 

“Why wouldn’t I be nice? You can’t help this,” she gestured towards his arms. “Plus this doesn’t changed anything about you. I’ll even keep it a secret from the team if you need.” 

Lance started crying again and Allura hugged him. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. 

Lance hugged her back. “Do you think the team will judge me?”

“They would never.” Allura softly said. 

“Should I tell them?”

“Only if you want.” 

“Will you help me?”

“Of course. Now lets get you ready for dinner.” 

Lance smiled and started to distract himself from the voices of the kids that echoed in his mind. 

Happy Ending! I think? 

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The Only Reason Why (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

“(Y/N) … Sunshine, like Clay, your name does not belong to this list, because unlike anything that happened to me, you were the only reason, the only reason I was still smiling. You were my true friend, and you were the only one who did not turn away from me, because you were my ray of hope, and I owe everything to you, know that you were the last person I thought before I died … ”

You listened attentionaly to your tape, the tape that Hannah Baker, your best friend, left for you after she killed herself. You were one of the reasons why she did what she did, but you never did anything wrong to her, you would never hurt your best friend, your sister.

“You’re on this tape, not because you did something wrong, but because I thought you’d walk away. When you started dating Zach, I thought you’d leave my life like everyone else, I thought I’d be alone, after all, You love him more than anything…but I was mistaken, you would never do this to me…I was just too stupid to thought of it. I saw your silly smile every time you talked about him, and for the first time, I felt jealous, thinking that he would get me out of you, the only thing that still made me get out of my bed every day. And so many times that you asked me if I was ok, even though you already knew the answer, you were still on my side…and what I did to you was unfair, but you could not save me when I was right about my decision…and I would not go back…”

Tears were already flowing through your eyes without even noticing, listening to Hannah talking to you about everything she did not say to you when she was alive, you were broken apart. Your friend. Your only friend, and you can not save her.

- (Y/N), babe. I was calling to telling you- (Y/N)? Babe? It’s everything alright? What happened?

Zach asked as he entered the room, seeing you crying. You had completely forgotten that he was going to come to your house for you to go to another party in the house of whoever it was this time, and you did not hear his calls or his steps on the stairs, you were devastated, crying, and got into a mood that you only get when listening to those tapes.
Zach quickly caught up with you and embraced your frail and devastated form in bed, repeatedly asking what had happened, even though he had idea what it was.

- (Y/N)…Babe, calm down, talk to me, breathe…talk to me…

Zach waited long enough for you to calm down and stop crying. Your eyes were swollen when you finally stopped crying and looked at Zach, your boyfriend…

“(Y/N), my Sunshine…I know what I said on Zach’s tape, about what he did and what I think about him…but (Y/N), he’ll never, ever, disappoint you…”

-Babe…
-I heard my tape, Zach. I was on my tape…

“…He’ll never let you down like I did, he’ll be there for you when I could not be there, to comfort you, and hold you…”

-Zach…I found her…
-What?
-The day she … I decided to stop by her house, I felt something was not right …

“…after all, he’s a gentle person, and I know he’ll do everything for you, and he’ll love you too much…”

-… I spent a little bit earlier in her house before I met you at Monet’s that day, when I arrived, the front door was not locked, so i come in, and I was calling her. Then I heard water spilling upstairs, still calling for her, but she did not respond. Upstairs, I saw that there was water coming out of the bathroom, that’s when I really felt something was wrong, when I opened the door…

Silent tears fell down your face again, and Zach still held you, listening intently.

- … she was in the bathtub, her wrists cut, and the tub full of blood, I tried to keep her awake, alive, I called 911, and I tried to keep her eyes open so she could hear me, her parents came soon after, seeing all that, but it was late, she was already gone…and I could not do anything Zach! If I had arrived earlier…
-Hey, hey, listen to me, listen to me…babe, it was not you, you could not do anything about what she had decided. It was not your fault, okay? It was mine, it was Justin’s, it was Alex’s, Jessica’s…all of us, we all messed with her, I messed up with her, but I’m not going to mess with you. I will not let you down, ever, never, and you can talk to me about everything. It was not you…it was not your fault.

“And he will never make a mistake with you, he will love you with all his strength and support you in whatever decision you make, and I hope you have a future together, and I will always be with you, always love you, wherever place you are, I love you.”

You and Zach didn’t go to the party, he prefer, just because of you, not to go, he prefered to be with you, and hold you while you calm yourself, being with him, in his presence, with him calming you and saying sweet words to encourage you to go through everything that you were passing since Hannah’s death. And she was right about him, he was kind, and gentle, and he would always be there for you. No matter what.

Coming Home - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer gets released from prison and comes home to the reader and their daughter.

Y/N - Your name

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Word Count: 1,169

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been gone for almost two weeks :( I went on vacation with my friend and then came back to so much make up work and ap testing. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me, here’s this! :)

It had been weeks since the three of you were together, hell, it had been two weeks alone since you visited him in there. Spencer looked absolutely horrible when you did, bruises aligned his jaw and he had a black eye that stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was obvious he was going out of his mind in that place when he snapped saying that he was capable of murder, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You worried about him almost every second after that moment and just wanted him to come home, but you couldn’t show your daughter how scared you really were.

She asked almost every night when daddy would be coming home and lately you were running out of excuses, but telling a seven year old what was really going on was just not an option.

Your thoughts ate you alive most nights, but you couldn’t stop blaming yourself until you would eventually fall asleep.

*phone vibrates*

It was four a.m when this was going on and you were usually passed out until at least seven, nothing was waking you up tonight.

After four missed calls, they gave up.

Once the sunshine hit the curtains Y/D/N came running in your room and hopped right next to you in bed. She seemed to always be full of energy in the mornings, which wasn’t a good thing on weekends.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Y/D/N was pushing you a little by now trying to get you up.

“What? I’m awake..” your eyes hadn’t opened because you were determined to get a few more hours of sleep. It was Saturday anyway, you had nowhere to be.

Y/D/N let out a loud sigh that made you open your eyes and laugh.

“Oh we’re pouting now, are we?”

Y/D/N nodded and crawled under the covers next to you. Her hair was long enough to be put into a tiny ponytail but it never seemed to stay tamed, especially after sleeping. Once she had turned four it was apparent she had gotten her daddies hazel eyes, which wasn’t a problem until now, when all you could see was him while looking at her.

“Someone was knocking at the door a few minutes ago but you and daddy told me not to answer to strangers, but I think they gave up.”

You looked at Y/D/N with confusion, it was 7 a.m, who was at the house this early? Oh no. What if something happened to Spencer? You jumped up and searched for your phone that was scattered somewhere in your sheets.

Four missed calls from Emily Prentiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You didn’t even bother putting a sweatshirt over Spencer’s old t-shirt and walked as fast as you could to the front door. If something happened, you had no idea what you were going to do.

The peephole wasn’t even a thought before you yanked the door open to see Spencer standing there.

You were completely frozen seeing him, shock completely took over your body. This wasn’t real. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks but couldn’t move. For all the times you’d dreamed this, you never thought it would come true.

“Y/N.”

His voice felt like home, something that hadn’t been the same since he was gone. Relief washed over you but before you could get a word out Y/D/N came running past you and latched onto Spencer’s legs.

“Daddy! You’re home!” Y/D/N’s smile was as big as could be, as was his.

“I missed you so much goober.” you watched as Spencer kneel down and hug Y/D/N.

“I missed you too, I lost a tooth!” Y/D/N took a step back and smiled showing the hole inside her mouth. Spencer’s mouth dropped playing along as if it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“No way! Wow, did you put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy?”

“Yes, mommy helped me and I got five bucks the next morning!” Y/D/N pointed at you and giggled as Spence looked up at you.

“Well isn’t that awesome! Hey Y/D/N, wanna go get me some water while I talk to mom?”

She nodded and ran into the kitchen.

“I uh, um..” you tried saying something, anything really, but you had no idea what to say.

Spencer stepped towards you nodding, understanding everything that was going on in your mind. He knew you like the back of his hand, surprises were not your thing.

The height difference between you two was perfect for him to kiss the top of your head. You loved this, especially when you would get stressed.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Spence.” you mumbled as your face was scrunched against his shirt, which smelled of faded cologne.

Spencer looked down at you confused, “You’re sorry? Baby, what do you have to be sorry about?”

“All of this is my fault, I never should’ve let you go across the border, especially alone.”

Before he could react to what you just said Y/D/N came running back in with the glass of water. You backed out of his arms and watched as your daughter and husband talked.

Spencer kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay and flashed a couple smiles until you got up to go to the bathroom, or just sit in there.

After a few minutes a light knock came on the door,”Y/N, could I come in?”

You quietly sighed saying yes and unlocked the door. You sat back down on the side of the tub as he walked in, staring at the floor once he shut the door behind him.

“Can we talk?”

You nodded, “About what?”

“About you feeling guilty, because you shouldn’t.. At all. I was going even if you hadn’t agreed Y/N. None of this was your fault.”

“Okay.” you mumbled so low that he could barely hear you.

“Y/N.. please look at me.”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had fallen. Spencer bent down and took your hands in his.

“Baby..” his voice cracked, “please?”

You squeezed his hands then looked up for your eyes to meet, Spencer gave a slight smile as you realized how badly you missed his touch. Those puppy dog eyes were all you needed right now.

“What do you need me to do so you’ll feel safe again Y/N?.”

“I just.. I can’t lose you again.”

“You’ll never lose me Y/N.”Spencer leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead still holding your hands.

You smiled at those words, “Good.”

Spencer leaned back and glimpsed at your shirt and messy hair smiling, “You’re beautiful Y/N but I think that shirt is pretty awesome too.”

You blushed and shoved his shoulder, “You’re too sweet to me Spence, but you know I always steal your shirts.”

“That’s okay, you wear them better than I ever did.”

oh, man, i saw this post, which has reminded me of A Story, which i will now share with you.

so: i used to work at a restaurant that did this. it was a hole in the wall ~italian~ place run by an absolute disaster of a man. he was called john, and john was, amongst other things, bad at planning and also a cheapskate.

and see, perhaps you’ve heard “cheapskate” and you’re thinking “responsible business owner who would like to not incur more costs than he has to”, but no, friends. the thing that i mean is “so cheap that he refused to pay the cooks to be there for a whole shift, because we could do fine without them.”

to reiterate: this was a restaurant, and he felt that cooks were an unreasonable expense.

“but misha!” you might say, “how on earth can a restaurant function without anyone working the fucking kitchen?”

and that, friends, is where the giant buckets of pasta come in.

john would pay his cooks to come in for a couple hours before the restaurant opened, and they’d do all the cooking them. trays of meatballs and chicken breasts, huge tubs of sauce, stockpots full of the day’s soup, and, yes, giant tubs of cooked pasta, separated by shape.

when the cooks left for the day, they’d leave a giant pot of boiling water on the stove and a hot flattop next to that. there was also a line of four microwaves under one of the counters. and there were servers. (like me!)

so people would come in and be seated, and we’d go out and take their order. then we’d go back to the kitchen and chuck a couple of store-bought rolls into the oven to create the illusion that they were ~house baked~. while the rolls heated, we’d get their salad. the salad which was accomplished by grabbing a fistful of greens out of the greens tub and tossing it on a plate, then topping it with the appropriate cheeses and other misc veg. (there was literally a tub of misc veg for the house salads–shreds of carrot and uneven half-moons of radish, plus whatever other veg john had ordered and needed to use up. wooly, watery tomato wedges lived in the next tub over.)

next up was assembling their supper. this was the 90s, so you could still get away with serving every single thing on your menu as part of a giant bowl of pasta. the whole menu was designed around this. chicken parm was spaghetti, red sauce, grilled chicken, and mozzarella cheese. pasta carbonara was spaghetti, gloppy alfredo sauce, and some pre-cooked bacon that you threw onto the flattop for a minute or two. chicken piccata was spaghetti, grilled chicken, lemon-garlic butter sauce, capers, and parmesan. you might be noticing a pattern. sometimes it was shrimp instead of chicken, or pork, but the rest of it was always the same.

so you get back to the kitchen, and you’d haul out the giant tub of the pasta they’d chosen, and drop a serving into the boiling water for about thirty seconds or so, just long enough to heat it. while it heated, we’d microwave their sauce, and, if needed, either microwave their protein or toss it onto the flattop for a minute. scrape it all into one of those weird bowl-plates that restaurants love, and tada, you’ve just cut your boss’s labor costs in half.

ok, but remember how i said that john was bad at planning? john was *bad at planning*, friends. he hired cooking staff, but as far as he was concerned, he was the chef, and the overseer of all kitchen functions. including how much of a thing to cook, and when to cook it. given that he was a cheap bastard, maybe you’re thinking that this is a hilarious story about the time that the pasta buckets ran empty, which would be a reasonable, if incorrect, thing to think.

john, you see, was very convinced that the restaurant was going to be A Success. (spoiler alert: it was not.) according to john, any day now, things were just gonna TAKE OFF. and so he had people cooking as if every night was going to be the night that things picked up.

this was a small restaurant, ok? maybe twenty tables, and i never saw more than half of them full. i don’t think that i ever worked with more than one other server, and often i’d be working by myself, even during the dinner “rush” when we might have as many as five or six tables full at a time.

but tonight! tonight was gonna be the night it all changed. every tonight. and so every day, the cooks would boil pound upon pound of dry pasta, and every day they’d oil the pasta and pack it into tubs, and every day they’d put the tubs in the cooler under the counter so we could assemble the meals that evening. five or six of those big plastic tubs, all of them at least half full of different types of pasta, tucked away under the counter. but, you know, whatever; that’s what passed for an italian restaurant in small town america circa the mid 90s.

and so we continued, the cooks boiling pasta before open and the servers awkwardly assembling meals in the kitchen and john glaring at us all from his office. until that day, that fateful day, when we rant out of misc veg for house salads, and john told me to go into the cooler and get more.

i’d never been in the cooler before. i walked in and looked around for the veg bucket, and then did a double take. there in the cooler, stacked along the wall, was tub upon tub of pasta. i don’t mean the standard five or six that lived under the counter, i mean like fifty or sixty, just piled atop each other, like a wall built out of lego, only the lego in this scenario were clear plastic tubs, each of them at least half full of what i can only assume was finely aged, lightly oiled pasta. fucking dozens of them.

i walked out of the cooler. i couldn’t find the vegetables, i said, and then ignored john while he cussed me out before going to get the tub himself. i couldn’t stop thinking about the wall of pasta.

after my shift, i walked two miles home in the dark, still thinking about the wall of pasta. thinking things like, what the fuck. why. WHY.

i didn’t go back to work after that. i didn’t call or anything, i just didn’t go. why the fuck would anyone need that much pasta? john called my house after i missed the shift and told me i was fired, which seemed, honestly, like an ok outcome.

the restaurant closed a month or two later. john declared bankruptcy, and the contents of the restaurant were sold off to pay his debts.

i wonder how much they got for the pasta wall.

padlock-ink-deactivated20170426  asked:

can you write something where it's y/n and Harry's first time making out?

You didn’t know how it happened. You both were in the hot tub having a good chat and enjoying the warm water.

But harry caught you by suprise with a small peck on your cheek. Which made you giggle.

But then he placed another peck on your lips, and slowly creeped down to your neck. That’s when You knew this wasn’t just inncocent kisses now.

You tilted your neck to allow harry more access to your neck and you moaned in approval. Harry smirked at your reaction as he kissed over your collar bone which was on full exposure in your bikini.

Wanting to be even closer harry pushed you up against the hot tub stairs. You sat down as Harry went between your legs. You missed his lips on yours so after you repositioned you connected your lips again.

This time you brought your wet hands up to Harry’s hair to deepen the kiss. He bit your bottom lip and slide his tongue between your lips making you moan in satisfaction.

“Har-ry..” you whispered out. You guys have never made out. A few kisses but not like this. Harry wasn’t holding back and you weren’t either.

Harry couldn’t resist how good you look in that swim suit and he had to let you know.

“You look so good in that Y/N.” he said between kisses as he slide his hands down to your waist.

“So good…” You smiled into his kiss because you thought the exact same thing about Harry and you couldn’t keep your hands off him.

Your hands went to his chest and suddenly you pushed him into the wall, Changing your position. Harry chuckled at how eager you were.

You sat on Harry’s lap as you leaned back in and took his mouth onto yours. The warm water surrounding you both.

Harry’s hand went back up to your neck and he slide his hands down your shoulder to your swimsuit top and slowly slide it down. But he suddenly stopped and disconnected your lips.

“Is this okay?” Harry asked you. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

As you looked at his now wet hair and glistening body,Your heart leaped with how caring he is.

“Yes Harry. This is ok.” You reassured him and smiled.

You’ve dated Harry for awhile now, and he would always make sure that whatever you guys did that your comfortable and ok.

You guys haven’t gone too far, this being the farthest you’ve gone.

But even your first kiss with him you remember he was centeminters away from actually connecting your lips with his.

When He asked if he could kiss you. The memory still made you feel all warm inside because that was just the type of person harry was. That’s when you knew Harry was a keeper.

You haven’t gone further then that though not because you didn’t want to. But because it just hasn’t been the right time.

Harry’s heavy breathing and kisses brought you back from your memory but you weren’t complaining.

But then you felt it. You felt the hardness between your legs, from Harry.

Harry quickly pulled away feeling the same thing too.

“I’m sorry. We should probably stop.” Harry looked embarrassed and tried to hide his hard on.

“Harry it’s ok.” You said placing a hand on his cheek. You were still sitting on his lap and you could tell Harry was growing.

“Y/N I just don’t want to make you feel like you have too-” You shut him up with a deep kiss to his lips. You knew Harry overthinks everything and he couldn’t help but be concerned about you.

You pulled away and shook your head. “Harry your not making me do anything.”

You leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “I want too.” You tell him truthfully.

You could hear Harry’s breathe hitch after what you said. As you continue to kiss down his ear and neck.

You became bold as pushed your waist deeper in his groin.

Harry let out a quiet moan and tried stopping your hips from moving because if you continued right now, he couldn’t control himself.

“Ok let’s go inside.” Harry quickly got out of the water not bothering to dry off. As you eagerly stepped out of the hot tub.

You shrieked when Harry wrapped his hand around your waist and picked you up bridal style.

Both of you were still wet and your hair was sticking to Harry’s chest.

“Harry what are you doing! Put me down!” You giggled as he started walking towards his house.

“You were taking too long, Love.” He grinned back at you in his arms.

You wrapped your hands around Harry’s neck and brought his mouth closer to you to kiss him.

It didn’t matter that you both were completely wet and shivering. The only thing that mattered was how you felt for eachother.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to have to take you right here.” Harry teased in frustration as he broke the kiss.

“Well hurry up then.” You both smirked at him.

You both looked at eachother super excited for what was to come.
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Tumbleweed, Her (M) #1 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

Originally posted by daenana

[A/N] This kind of writing falls under the ‘Noir’ category. It involves crime and is rated M for mature contents. One part, every week. OK? OK.

The Lieutenant: Bang Yongguk.

The smell of cigarettes from his superior is blocking his mind. He tried to shake his discomforts, a few times, but he had to settle for a walk for a minute. He never bothered to take his phone to the toilet but this time, he did. He picked the cubicle farthest from the entrance and placed the seat cover down. He slip his phone out of his back pocket and he sighed, before anything else. He sighed, tiredly. As if he’ll be expecting some unwanted texts. And like he predicted, he did.

“Yongguk.”
“Please, answer my call.”
“I need you.”
“Call me.”
“I won’t be asking you for help. Not anymore.”
“This will be the last time.”

He locked the screen and hovered his eyes away from it, while tilting his head back. “You have seven missed calls, since Monday.” The last text arrived. He had been out of town, but isn’t very far from where he lives. This was the kind of text messages he refused to reply to. He cares about you too much, and for that same reason he had been avoiding you. So that you’ll grow out of it.

[Several months ago]

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Little One

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

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Word count: 2114

Imagine: being Damon and Stefan’s little sister and having to tell them you are dating Kol Mikaelson.

Being a Salvatore had its perks and, mostly, it was great to have caring and loving siblings. Of course, as you were the younger one and a girl, Damon and Stefan felt like you were, somehow, weaker than them and needed their full protection on every decision you made. Those kind of thoughts annoyed you deeply and it was exactly what drove you to run away from them, disappearing for a few decades. It was for your own sake and you did not regret it for one minute.

“So, mind to tell us where the heck were you last night?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with a friend.”

“Y/N, you know it’s dangerous out there, especially with the Originals in town.” Stefan reasoned with you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine and I’m surely not scared of them.”

Your brothers did not know, but you had met the Mikaelsons years ago and grew very close to them, especially to the younger one: Kol Mikaelson. You and him dated for a while, enjoying the pleasures of being wild vampires in the twist of the millennium. It was a brief relationship, though. He disappeared without any explanation and left you heartbroken.

“You should.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweethearts.” You laughed. “Now I’ll go upstairs and shower. Do not disturb me, okay?”

“When did you become so bossy?”

“My brother taught me so when I was little girl.” You yelled, in the way to your room, hearing Stefan laugh downstairs.

Soon enough, you arrived your destination, rushing to open the curtains and admire the gorgeous day outside. Bright sun, white clouds; the whole scene got you wishing to put on a bikini and go swimming. But, as you were at Mystic Falls, that would not be possible. A sigh came out of your lips as the realisation you missed your travels hit you. Shaking your head, you undressed quickly, leaving a small pile of clothes on the floor.

At the bathroom, you put together a great shower.

“Damn it, Damon.” You rolled your eyes, noticing one of your bath salts was gone.

Having no other choice, you shrugged and entered the tub. The water was so warm and cosy it made you close your eyes, smiling. After the long night you had, that was exactly what you needed to unwind.

The minute you closed your eyes, you could not help but think about Kol. It was funny how you thought you would never see him again and, somehow, he was undaggered by Niklaus the same time you got back to Mystic Falls. Sure it could not be a coincidence.


[Over 100 years ago]

“So, Mary, are you sure this party is safe?”

“Yes! I’ve told you that a million times. One of my friends, Elijah, invited me over, I asked if you could come and he said yes.”

“Why do I feel you’re not telling me everything?”

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s go! You get to meet handsome men and drink fresh blood, that ought be good.”

You bit your lower lip, analysing the situation and finally agreeing to go, nodding your head slightly. Mary smiled and let out a girlish shout, which made you giggle.

“By the way, you look stunning in that dress.”

“Don’t make me blush or I might regret going to this party thing.”

Mary only rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside the vehicle. For your best friend, life was an endless festivity, you just had to jump in it and enjoy. As for that evening, you decided to go along with her beliefs.


{later that night}

“This is such a bore, Mary. You never told me it was going to be ball.”

The family who owned that place was, surely, very rich. The room had a very unique decoration, featuring light coloured walls, expensive furniture and a bunch of stuff you did not care to pay attention to. Actually, the only thing that caught your eye was a very good-looking guy, who kept gazing at you all night long. However, he did not dare to come around and talk to you.

“Look, stay just a little bit longer and then you’re free to go, all right?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll go outside, to catch some air. It won’t take long.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll see you later.”

You went up, searching for some sort of balcony. Although it was a clear night with a bright moon shining, the wind kept howling. These moments reminded you so much of your brothers, how they would tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby, so you would sleep peacefully. Especially Damon. You and him were immensely close siblings.

“Well, what are you doing all by yourself here, love?”

“I guess this is not my kind of party, so I snuck out.” You answered the stranger, without looking at him.

“I saw you with Mary. Are you friends with her?”

“Yeah, she has been my friend for a few years now.” You replied, staring firmly at the moon. “How do you know her?”

“She’s sort of a family friend.”

“Elijah is a relative of yours?”

“My brother.”

You glanced over your shoulder, curious of what that man would look like. For your surprise, you recognised the devilish smirk and the filled with mischief eyes. He walked towards you slowly, which lead you to assume he was huge teaser. His warm touch got your shoulders and you could not help but shudder under it.

“I believe I haven’t gotten your name.”

“Kol Mikaelson, at your service.” He kissed your hand, as a way to display courtesy. “Mind to tell me yours?”

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Now, what do you say we ditch this party and go out to have some fun?”

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