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Hickies (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can you do one where Peter and reader got a bit steamy with a make out session and Peter doesn’t notices to ton of very very noticeable hickies on him until he’s left his room and him trying to survive the day with it?

A/N: Hey guys! I am finishing my exams this Wednesday, so I will probably upload nothing else until then -I will try to write my imagine based on the incredible trailer that day, so it should be up on Thursday at most!


Peter laughed softly as your lips traveled down his neck, leaving small kisses. His t-shirt was off, you wearing it.
‘’Babe, somebody is gonna barge in’’ he whispered, a smile on his lips as your lips kissed his stomach. ‘’Are you giving me a hickie?’’ he asked, furrowing his brows.
You raised your head to look at him, a smile plastered on your face.
‘’Of course not’’ you reassured him.
He brought your face close to his and kissed you, the kiss getting more intense as time passed. His hands traveled to your hair, messing it up, then moving to your hips and pulling you closer to him as he sat on the bed. You put your hands on his hair, pulling at some strands and making him groan.
Lowering your head, you started to kiss his neck again, his eyes closed. His hands moved to your butt, making you moan softly as you gave him a hickie, which was followed by multiple others, although he didn’t notice.
You kissed him on the lips again, his tongue entering your mouth as your hands drew patterns on his back. He run his hands up and down your body, enjoying the feeling of having you so close to him.
Finally pulling apart to breathe, you rested your forehead against his and smiled softly, opening your eyes to find his looking at you with an expression full of love. He grinned before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt with his hands.
‘’Will you give me back my t-shirt so I can go out and have breakfast?’’ he said, the grin still on his face.
You laughed and took it off, his eyes never leaving your body. You then put on your clothes, and as you looked at him putting on his t-shirt, you admired the way his neck was full of hickies, although he didn’t notice.
‘’Let’s go grab some food’’ you said, getting up from bed and grabbing his hand.
You both left your room at the Avengers Tower and walked towards the kitchen, a comfortable silence between you.
When you got to the kitchen, everybody was there, considering it was still pretty early and they couldn’t afford to sleep in and lose training.
‘’Good morning everyone’’ you said as you let Peter’s hand go, walking to the fridge to get some juice.
Peter sat on a stool as you passed him some pancakes, and Tony looked at him with a smirk on his face before nudging Steve’s side.
‘’Spiderboy, what you got in your neck?’’ he asked, the smirk present on his voice.
Peter automatically raised his hand and put it on his neck, trying to see if he had something.
‘’What do you mean?’’ he asked, his voice raising an octave.
‘’It seems like somebody decided to paint a sunset there’’ Natasha told him.
You rested against the counter, a cup of warm coffee in your hands, which you brought close to your lips.
‘’I’m pretty artsy, right?’’ you asked, taking a small sip of your drink.
Peter gasped and looked at you, an offended look in his eyes.
‘’You said you hadn’t given me a hickie!’’ he accused you.
‘’When you asked me, I hadn’t’’ you said, shrugging your shoulders.
Everybody laughed as they looked at Peter, who looked like an angry kid.
‘’What am I supposed to tell my aunt? The ‘I fell going down the stairs’ excuse isn’t gonna make it this time!’’ he complained.

Someone recently asked me “do you see yourself years down the road with the same girl you are with now?” Without hesitation I quickly responded with “fuck yes”. They asked me to explain how but I just smiled and shook my head. But all I could think of was how she talks about me like I put stars in the sky. How one kiss, one touch from her and I feel like I’m flying. It’s the way my body aches when hers is just a little too far away. It’s the way her presence is the only thing that seems to calm my entire soul. How her smile, her laugh could take any bad moment and turn it into something worth while. It’s how her beauty is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. The way she makes me feel can be compared to the way kids feel when they are told they are going to Disney. Full of butterflies, full of excitement, full of anticipation. That’s how loving her feels like. So when someone asks if I can see myself with her in the future I’ll just smile and nod because for the first time thinking about a future with someone doesn’t come across as terrifying to me. A future with her feels calm, it feels right. I’m not much of a believer of soul mates but I do believe that our souls were meant to cross paths for a reason and I’ll spend forever finding out why.
—  this love was worth the wait

anonymous asked:

those are not his eyebrows those are his antenna-i i cant,i canrt finish this im sorry

someone get the bug spray

Fruits - Peter Parker

request -  hi! i was wondering if you could write something about a peter x fem!reader where she’s homeschooled and doesn’t have friends and then she meets peter and they become close ? thanks!! 

a/n - i changed the request up a bit, and made the reader tony’s daughter to give it an even more ‘fluffy’ feel to it and i think it failed horribly BUT thank you so much for 1k!!! i can’t even believe all the love i’m getting for these fics, it makes me so happy to know you guys like them :) don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

I sat at the dining table just across from the living room, headphones in as I watched a math lesson that was just uploaded onto my school’s website. It was just around 10 AM when my school day started, a bowl of freshly cut fruits on the table as I took notes in my small book, sometimes glancing around to see if something more entertaining was going on.

Being the kid of a billionaire had it’s perks, but some downsides to it as well. Sure, I was able to access anything through money, but I was stuck at home a good 99% of my life, hidden away from the public eye at the request of my father. I’ve never been able to go to school and have a ‘normal’ life, with my only friends being the middle aged people the world calls the Avengers.

I paused the lesson and took my headphones out, heading out to the kitchen counter to pour a cup of coffee for myself, only to hear the door opening.

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Don’t Fight This, Don’t Fight Us- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by seaside-stars

A/n I am going to try to finish up and couple more request today but I am not sure if I will be able to get to it. Thank you for all the request, feels great to get them.

Request/Summary: Can you please do an imagine of Harry Hook where Harry gets brought to Auradon and you are TinkerBells daughter but when u look into his eyes u guys fall in love & you go home to tell ur mom but she gets mad so you decide to avoid your feelings for Harry but he pushes it. You can chose ur ending if it doesn’t make sense (:

Warnings: None

“Thank you again for doing this y/n,” My best friend Ben whispered to me as the limo carrying the kids from the Isle pulled up. I gave him a small smile and nod.

“No problem,” I whispered back. The limo driver hopped out and opened the door. Out stepped a girl with teal hair, a boy with blonde hair, and another boy with brown hair. I looked them up and down and notice the hook the brown haired boy carried. That could only mean one thing.

He was Captain James Hook’s son.

The smile I had on my face fell slightly as I looked over to Ben.

“Hello guys, welcome to Auradon,” He said with a huge grin on his face. He must have sensed my discomfort as he looked over at me with a worried expression. I simply turned back to the three of them and made eye contact with Hooks son. All the fear I had felt from being around him went away when I looked into his beautiful eyes. He smirked at me and I immediately ripped my gaze away from his blushing. I looked at the other two kids and saw them staring at me, Ben noticed this too.

“This is Y/n Bell. She will be showing you guys around the school and answering any questions you have. Y/n This is Uma, Gil, and Harry,” Ben pointed to them when he said there names. I gave them all friendly smiles but quickly returned my attention to Ben as a guard came up and whispered something into Ben’s ear.

“I am sorry but I have to go but I am leaving you in good hands,” He said as he started walking off. I grabbed his hand and pulled him so our backs were facing the three.

“Ben you can’t leave me with them, I thought you were going to stay with us during the tour,” I said in a panicked tone. Ben laughed at me and patted my back.

“You will be fine, besides what could go wrong,” He asked as he left me behind with them. After a few seconds I turned around with a forced smile. I didn’t have a problem with them it was just that Harry kid made me want to melt when I looked at him.

“Well why don’t we start the tour,” I asked them with fake excitement. They all mumbled their agreement and we started the tour. As I walked them around the school Harry kept making flirty comments. Gil would laugh at them and Uma would scold him but would end up laughing. I would turn as red as the jacket he was wearing. After a long hour of being a blushing mess I finished the tour.

“That is pretty much it, if you guys have any questions then feel free to ask me. If you can’t find me I am sure someone else will happily answer them,” I finished feeling slightly relieved. I watched as Uma and Gil walked away to their dorms but Harry stayed behind.

“So, you’re a Bell,” He asked me. I nodded my head.

“I hope you don’t have anything against me because of my father,” He said after a while.

“You’re not your father, I don’t have anything to hold against you,” I told him. That made him smile.

“I like you lass, do you want to go out sometime,” He asked me with no trace of fear. 

“L-Like a d-date,” I stuttered out, shocked that he would want to go on a date with Tinker Bells daughter.

“Yeah, a date,” He said a little uneasy. I smiled at him.

“Sure, why not. I have to be going though, my mom is expecting me. Just tell me tomorrow when you want to go,” I told him as I turned to leave.

~At Your House~

“I will not let you see that boy,” My mom yelled at me. We had been arguing for hours just because I wanted to go on a date with Harry.

“Mom he is not his father, why can’t you just let me be happy,” I screamed back.

“Honey, I want you to be happy. That is why you shouldn’t be with that Hook boy. He is bad news,” She said in a tad bit quieter tone.

“Mom you don’t even know him,” I shot back.

“You are never going to talk to that boy again and that is final. Do you understand me,” She snapped back. 

“Yes ma’am,” I mumbled back stomping up to my room. It wasn’t fair, if I liked the boy then why couldn’t I go on a date with him. It’s not like I was marrying him. What was the harm in it? I mean he wasn’t like his father was he was he? He lived on the Isle though which means he is a villain and I have heard some rumors about him before he even got here. Maybe my mom was right, I just need to push my feelings aside and everything will be fine. I soon fell into a deep sleep thinking about Harry.


I walked down the halls of Auradon when I spotted Harry. When he saw me a huge grin spread across his face and he waved at me. I quickly turned around and walked the other way. I felt horrible for doing it but I had too. It was for the best. I quickly walked to my first block class, having to take the longer route so I wouldn’t have to walk passed Harry.


I had successfully avoided Harry all day. He had tried to talk to me but when every he did I would make up an excuse as to why I couldn’t talk or just act like I didn’t hear him. It was the end of the day and I was walking with Ben.

“I just don’t get why you are avoiding him. I know you like him,” He said as we walked.

“Ben you know that my mom doesn’t want me talking to him. Plus he is no good, I mean you have heard the rumors about him,” I tried to reason with him.

“Yes but as you said they are rumors. That doesn’t mean they are true. Oh look who is coming,” Ben stated with a smug smile. I quickly turned to him with a look of panic.

“Well I should be going,” He said as he turned to go. i quickly grabbed his arm making him stop.

“You can’t leave me with him. I will do anything,” I begged him which only caused him to laugh.

“Sorry but I things to do. You’ll thank me later,” He laughed out as he walked away leaving me behind with a sour look on my face.

“Hey,” I heard Harry nervously say.

“Hi Harry,” I said back with no emotion. I practically could feel the uneasiness radiating off his body.

“Why have you been avoiding me,” He asked.

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” I quickly denied.

“Then why is it everytime I call your name you turn away from me and walk away or when I actually get to talk to you, you come up with a reason to leave,” He questioned me.

“I just don’t want to talk to you,” I bitterly stated. It came out way colder than I intended but it was easier this way.

“What do you mean you don’t want to talk to me? You can’t tell me you feel nothing for me,” His voice was full of hurt. I stayed silent, knowing my voice would betray me. He took a few steps forward but I stepped back and help my hands out infront of me.

“Harry please,” I stammered out. Even though I wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry but I couldn’t. 

“We just won’t work out if we did start dating so what is the point?”

“How do you know that? Y/n we could make it work, don’t fight this. Don’t fight us,” He pleaded. 

“Harry,” I sighed out.

“Please, just give it a chance. I may not know much about love but I know whatever I feel when I am around you is more than a friendly feel,” He said as he caressed my cheek with his hook.

“I want to, I really do but I just can’t. My mom-,” I started but got cut-off by him.

“Your mom doesn’t control your like y/n. You get to chose who you spend it with,” He said. He was right, she couldn’t decided who I wanted to be with. That was all up to me. 

“You’re right, she doesn’t control how I feel. Harry, I want to give this a chance,” I said with a smile. He returned the smile and pulled me into a hug.

“You won’t regret this Y/n.”

A/n I am sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. I don’t know how I feel about this one but I hope you kind of liked it.

There’s a Fine, Fine Line

Jughead x Reader

The Reader and Jughead have a complicated relationship. Based on the requested song: 7 Things by Miley Cyrus

Warning: some swearing

Word count: 2,562

A/N: I know the request wanted it focused on one line and I tried I really did but the other parts were too cute once I started writing I’m sorry I hope you like it still. Also PS  It would have helped if Miley would have numbered the seven things because like I swear i was counting like 9 things at one point in my childhood. Also speaking of childhood the flashback actually happened to me let’s all relive my worst middle school memory yay.


You make me laugh, you make me cry

I don’t know which side to buy

There’s a thin line between love and hate. Jughead Jones rides that line with you, and it frustrates you to no end.

You had been ‘friends’ with him since you can remember, now only hanging out when Archie and Betty are there. You didn’t hate him at first, in fact, when you were a kid you had a crush on him for what seemed like the longest time.

At the 8th grade dance, you even asked him to dance. You remember what happened vividly, almost like a movie.

A short blue dress, black flats, and a braid down your back. Your makeup is done to perfection, and you feel on top of the world. Betty meets up with you at your place before the dance, her dress is a short milky white with a black necklace and earrings. Her blonde hair  tied up in a bun, a few strands hanging down in a perfect messy kind of way.

“Wow.” you say.

“Do you think Archie will like it?” she asks, going to your mirror and fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“If he doesn’t I will punch him.” You say with a small giggle.

“Thanks.” She smiles in return.

A car horn beeps from outside and you both jump up. It was Archie and his dad. They were going to drive you there.

You both race down the stairs and out the door, tickets in hand.

Archie sits up front, and so you both open the door and get in the back.

“There are my girls.” He says with a smile. All of you, plus Jughead, have been an inseparable crew since the beginning of time, and it all seems to work. You like Jug, Betty likes Archie, Archie and Jug are best friends, and you and Betty are best friends. It all just works.

You arrive at the dance and meet up with Jug, going to the dance floor to sway and jump the night away at your last dance of middle school. Half way through the night a slow song begins to play.

Archie smiles as you see him searching for Betty, and Jughead goes to the side of the dance floor. It didn’t look like he was going to ask someone.

Betty seems to have disappeared, probably to the bathroom, and before you know it Archie has come up beside you and has asked you to dance.

You say yes, of course. Archie was your friend, and you know nothing could ever come out of it. He is just a friend, this is a friend dance. People do that right?

His hands are on your hips and your hands around his neck. You can’t seem to look him in the eyes. You didn’t want to see him looking at you, as this should be Betty’s dance.

Soon, one slow song ends, and yet another begins. You thank Archie, as you see Betty coming back from the bathroom, and almost immediately he makes his way to her. He is just being nice, wanting to dance with both of us on our last 8th grade dance.

You search out Jughead on the side of the dance floor, finding him walking out of the room. His body seems tense, like he wants to leave.

You approach him, trying to chase after him.

“Juggie!” you say, touching his shoulder.

He stops and turns around.

“I don’t like you, (Y/N).” he says plainly.

A pain shoots through your body. The boy you had liked since the 2nd grade was standing before you, one of your very good friends, saying that they didn’t like you.

He turns around again and storms off, before you can ask what exactly he means. Did he mean that he doesn’t like like you? Or does he mean that he just doesn’t like you in general? Does he not like you as a person?

Your head spins as you go out to the hallway, sitting against the wall in your dress and braid, putting your head into your knees as you take deep breaths, already trying to deny what just happened.

That was only two years ago. After thinking about it over and over again, you came to the conclusion that he meant that he didn’t like you in general. It was a painful discovery, but it was one you learned to deal with, and one you’re still dealing with to this day.

You seem to only tolerate each other now, never speaking outside of when you hang out with all four of you. Like today.

You aren’t entirely sure what the plans are, but you just know that he will be there. You take the whole day to mentally prepare yourself before texting Betty.

‘what’s the plan?’ you send.

‘Pop’s, then a movie at Archie’s place.’ she replies.

You respond with a smiley face emoji, and as the last bell rings you pull your hoodie up over your head and walk to the diner.

They’re at the normal booth when you get there, Jughead on his laptop, a space open across from him. You scoot in across Archie, taking your spot and ordering a milkshake.

“How was your day?” Archie asks.

“The usual.” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “I went to Geometry class, my calculator died, and continued to spiral into the torturous hell of triangles.”

Your friends chuckle, but Jughead only raises his eyebrows.

“Are you sure that’s not just high school in general?” Jughead smirks, causing even more laughs from Betty and Archie. Oddly enough, you can’t help but crack a smile yourself.

Your friends they’re jerks

And when you act like them, just know it hurts

Jughead doesn’t have many friends he hangs out with besides you and Betty and Archie, but the ones he did have weren’t the kind of people you would think.

He basically lives at the Drive-In, and you can’t help but notice that some of the Southside Serpents are starting to hang out around there.

Okay, so technically you can’t exactly call them Jug’s ‘friends.’ They more are just forced to hang out around each other because of a common interest, but he’s still starting to pick up on some things that weren’t exactly desirable.

He’s late all the time, cancelling plans all of a sudden, not telling even Archie where he is or how he’s been. He’s dropped off the face of the planet, you actually haven’t seen him in a few months, and neither has Archie, and you can tell it’s taken a toll on him. Even you were starting to worry about him.

On your walk home from school you decide to take a different route. You had to cut through a few yards and walk down a trail through the woods at the back of your house, but the day was beautiful and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the leaves change.

You see a figure sitting on a bench with a big backpack on the path, and only when you get closer do you notice the familiar beanie. It’s over his eyes, like he’s sleeping.

“Jughead?”

“(Y/N)?” he jumps, nearly falling over. He lands in the leaves on the ground, his beanie falling off on the path. He straightens himself up, quickly grabbing his signature hat and putting it back on his black locks.

“Where have you been?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips.

“Around.” He says, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Really?” you raise your eyebrows, challenging him to tell you more.

“Yeah.” he responds, not taking the bait.

“Well Archie is worried half to death, so is Betty. You should probably talk to them.” You say, deflecting the conversation away from how you might be affected. You cross your arms and shuffle your feet on the path, causing some gravel to kick up and roll towards his feet.

“I have been. It’s only been like a week since I saw you guys anyway.” he shrugs.

You look up. Did he not realize how long he’s been gone? “It’s been two months, Jughead.” you tell him.

“Oh…really?” he raises his eyebrows this time, genuinely confused as to how that amount of time has passed.

“Yes. Please explain.” You state simply, looking at him.

“Why would I tell you?” he smirks, scoffing at the implication of telling me.

“Okay, whatever.” you brush it off. You are used to this by now, “Just please tell Archie about whatever this is.” you say, giving him a look up and down.

“What does that mean?” he challenges.

“You don’t think I don’t notice? You hanging out with all the serpents at the drive-in?” now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him.

He looks shocked, and doesn’t say a word.
“They’re making you a different person.” you tell him, walking away.

“Wait,” he says before you get too far.

“What?” you say, spinning on your heels and turning to face him again.

“I’m not hanging out with them.” he tells you, his eyes to the ground.

“Really? That’s what it looks like. And it hurts Archie, and Betty and it hurts-” you stop yourself from saying it hurts you. You’re too busy trying to pry it out of him you don’t notice that he’s looking at you now.

“Hurts what?” he probes.

“It hurts the relationship you have with them.” you cover for yourself.

It’s silent for a minute, you now meeting his gaze.

“Come with me.” he sighs, picking up his backpack and walking in the direction opposite of where you were going initially.

You didn’t argue, though.

Maybe today will be different, maybe today he’s decided not to hate you.

And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do

You make me love you

He leads you to the Drive-in, going to the back room.

He opens the door, leading you into a room with a mattress on the floor, a mirror on the wall, and some clothes and posters tossed carelessly around the space.

You instantly realize, that’s why he’s been spending so much time here. He lives here. This is his home, and nobody noticed it. Not even Archie knew.

“Jughead, why didn’t you come to any of us?” you finally ask, looking around the room, walking to the center.

“I can take care of myself.” he says simply.

“The thing is, you don’t have to. You have Archie, and Betty, and..me.” you say, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Really? Cause last time I checked you seem to hate me.” he takes his hands out of his sweatshirt, taking a few steps toward you.

“I’ve never hated you, Juggie.” you say, not breaking eye contact.

“Don’t,” he takes a breath,  “call me that.” His voice is rough and deep, pointing at me with every word. His eyes are flaring, yet stone cold. He is angry at something or someone, you can’t tell.

“I don’t know what I ever did to make you hate me, but I know I sure as hell wasn’t the one who started this.” you say, throwing your hands up in defeat, waiting for a response.

All he does is scoff.

“Fine, have fun being alone, but don’t say I never tried.” you say, pushing past him and making your way towards the door to leave.

“Tried? You’ve barely given me the time of day.” You turn around at this, walking back over to him.
“The only reason I haven’t is because you said you didn’t like me.” You tell him.

“Why would I say something like that?” he gets defensive.

“Don’t act like you don’t remember.” you scoff now, folding your arms once more and rolling your eyes.

He just stares at you.

“You don’t like me, I get it. I’ve moved on with my life. I’ve accepted it. You’ve never liked me.” you say, wanting the conversation to be over.

“I don’t think you do get it.” he says, looking down at his feet.

“Then tell me what I’m missing.”

“The way he looks at you. The way he smiles when you walk in the room. His attention, devoted to you.” he looks at you again, trying to meet your eyes.

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask, confused as ever.

“Archie! It’s clear he likes you. He has since 8th grade. I wasn’t stupid, (Y/N), I saw you dancing with him.” he nearly screams.

“Wait.. what?”

“He only had eyes for you.” He says, hurt now behind his eyes.

“Oh my god.” You put your hand to your head, bringing it down over your eyes. You can’t help but crack a smile and let out a little laugh at how fucked up the situation is. It’s been so muddled and there’s been so much miscommunication.

“What?” he says, his face a mix of confusion and sadness and still some anger.

“Jug, I like you.” You say without thinking.

“What?” he asks.

“He asked me to dance because Betty was in the bathroom. I thought he wanted to dance with her.” you ramble, not realize what he’s asking.

“No, no. What did you just say?”

You pause a moment, just hitting you that you just admitted that you liked him, that you still like him. He obviously heard it, there was no turning back now.

“I- I like you, Jug. I always have.” you let out with a sigh, unable to look at him.

You’re afraid of what he’s going to say, bracing yourself for another rejection. Instead, you feel his hand going to the back of your neck as he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your lips. It was sweet, and simple, a thousand words said in just one touch.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against your lips as you break apart, keeping your foreheads together.

“For what?”

“For saying I didn’t like you. When I saw you guys I got so mad, and when you came up to me afterwards it was the only thing I could think of. I was… well, I was in middle school.” he lets out a small laugh, unable to find another explanation.

“It’s okay, we both were.” you come back, letting out a small laugh as well.

He takes a small step back from you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers, but you can still feel the heavy weight in the air, a mix of your heavy breathing and the anticipation of what could happen next.

“I hate this.” Jughead breaks the silence, and you’re unable to read his expression.

You pause. The memory flashing in your mind. This was going to be a repeat of middle school, you could feel it.

“Hate what?” you ask this time.

“I hate that you make my stomach tie in knots, I hate what your smile does to my heart. I hate that I’ve liked you for such a long time, and I’ve been too blind to see that you liked me back.”

“There’s a fine, fine line between love and hate, Jughead,” you say, “you just have to decide which side to be on.”

“Then I don’t just like you, (Y/N),” he says. You can feel yourself stop breathing.

“I love you.”


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Ruff

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: none???

Word count: 1,479

Request: By the lovely @sassy-and-classy-cowgirl, “Hey could you do one where the reader has a dog and she talks about it a lot, and to Bucky it seems like she has a boyfriend, but in reality it’s just her dog. Thanks!”


Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Bucky’s POV

She walked into the kitchen and took my breath away as usual. I smiled at her as she approached me and sat down at the island.

“So what are you up to today Y/N?” I questioned casually, hoping that she’d say she was free. She grinned and turned to me.

“Well I thought that I was probably gonna go and hang out with Jasper,” she beamed.

“Who’s Jasper?” I didn’t recognize the name and was curious. Was he an old friend that I just didn’t remember her mentioning?

“Oh, he’s new around here and super cute! I was planning on taking him for a walk around central park to let him get familiar to the area,” she smiled. It was obvious that she was fond of this Jasper guy. All of my confidence deflated. I was planning on finally asking her out today. I’ve been trying to build up the courage to do so for months now.

“Oh well have fun, I guess,” I mumbled trying my best to sound sincere and failing miserably.

“You alright Buck? You seem off.” She reached out and touched my shoulder. My skin burned under her palm.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said and shot her my best smile. She must’ve bought it because she smiled back and stood from her seat.

“I’ll see you later? Yeah?” she asked.

“Sure,” I grumbled and waved at her as she walked to the elevator.

I didn’t notice Nat in the room until I let out an angry groan and she started laughing.

“You make it really obvious Barnes. Everyone sees the way you look at her. I’m almost positive that she likes you back. You should seriously consider asking her out,” Nat sang as she sauntered out of the kitchen.
*******

Y/N had been going on and on about how great Jasper was for about two weeks now. I was entirely fed up with the guy and I had never even met him. It was obvious that she was infatuated with him. It was really a wonder that I hadn’t seen him around the tower with her before. She was chatting with Wanda in the living room when I walked in and sat down.

“-going on a trip,” Y/N said. I caught the tail end of her sentence.

“Is Jasper coming with you?” Wanda questioned her.

“Yeah, I bet my parents will love him!” She beamed excitedly. He’s already going to meet her parents? What the hell, they just met two weeks ago. I started to feel sick.

“The only problem is that I’m going to have to drive the whole way there and the whole way back here without any breaks,” she grumbled. This made me even more angry at this Jasper guy. He didn’t even offer to take a driving shift. Her parents live at least 10 hours away.

“Jasper isn’t going to drive at all?” I asked. She seemed amused.

“Well, it’s not like he could even if he wanted to,” she giggled and Wanda joined her. This guy can’t even drive? Is she seriously dating him? My jealousy overcame me so i decided that it was best to leave the girls to themselves.

I was fuming so I went to the gym to work off all of my pent up anger.

************

Y/N and Jasper had gotten back from their trip a week ago. It was around 4 o'clock when Y/N shuffled into the common room. She sat down next to me on the couch and started flipping through the TV channels. I glanced at her and smiled in greeting. She smiled back.

Her close proximity was doing bad things to my hormones. It was like my feelings for her grew every second that I was near her.

She started to ask me how my day was going but all I could think about was stupid Jasper. Every time I would try to have a normal conversation with her, Jasper would pop into my mind and ruin everything. He was like a parasite and I just wanted him to disappear.

“So do you want to train with me later? Steve says I need to work on my hand to hand,” she beamed. The intrusive thoughts of Jasper made my attitude turn sour. Before I knew it, I was incredibly jealous.

“I don’t know? Can’t Jasper train with you?” I snapped at her. Her eyes went wide.

“Bucky what is going on?” She questioned clearly shocked by my anger. I immediately felt bad for snapping but it was too late to backtrack now. It’s not her fault that she has a boyfriend. I can’t get mad at her for it.

“I’m just tired. I’m sorry for yelling,” I apologized. She didn’t deserve my anger. I just wanted to retreat to my room to wallow in my self pity in peace.

“Bucky wait! I know when you’re lying to me and you are definitely lying to me now,” she said firmly so I turned back to her and shifted my gaze to the ground. My mind was racing. I didn’t know what to say. It was true that I was lying to her. She could always tell. I sighed heavily and then spoke. I was going to come clean.

“It’s just- well it’s just that I really like you. I know you’re with Jasper and it’s not fair for me to be jealous when you were not mine to begin with and-”

“Wait, you’re kidding right?” She giggled and threw her hand up to cover her smile.

“Y/N this isn’t funny. I’m trying to be honest with you!” I said. The confusion was evident in my voice. Was the idea of dating me really that funny to her?

“Oh my gosh Bucky, you think I’m dating Jasper?” She asked still laughing.

“Yeah why? You make it pretty obvious,” I grumbled, her laughter was embarrassing me.

“Come with me,” she smiled and reached her hand out to grasp mine. Holding her hand felt so right that I wasn’t strong enough to pull away, no matter how annoyed I was with her for making fun of me.  

She led me into the lobby of the tower and had F.R.I.D.A.Y call us a cab.

“Where are we going?” I asked still slightly annoyed with her but grateful that she wanted to spend time with me at the same time.

“You’ll see in a minute,” she stated.

The cab ride was short and we soon pulled up in front of her apartment building. She led me into the lobby and up to her floor. She swung the door open and a playful labrador puppy ran up to me and started nibbling at my jeans. I squatted down to pet the puppy. He was adorable.

“Bucky, this is Jasper,” she stated and my head whipped around to look at her.

“What? This is Jasper?” For a moment my brain couldn’t catch up with what was happening. I was dumbfounded.

“Now it makes sense why you wouldn’t just ask me out like Nat said you would! I thought you just didn’t like me back, while all this time you thought I was dating some guy named Jasper,” she was laughing even harder now than she was back at the tower.

“Oh my gosh and you actually meant it when you asked if he was going to drive to my parents house. I thought you were kidding,” she giggled but then looked to me stricken on the floor trying to comprehend what I just heard. Her laughs faded away and she reached down to help me stand up.

“Bucky, how could you not tell how absolutely infatuated I am with you?” She questioned and looked directly into my eyes. She held the sides of my face with her small hands and after raising her eyebrows in question and seeing me nod, brought her lips to mine.

I sighed into her mouth. It was better than I ever imagined it being. We broke apart only to breathe.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I said as I rested my forehead against hers. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“And to think that all this time I was jealous of a little puppy,” I said more to myself than her.

“Yeah yeah mister, now how about we discuss your obliviousness to my feelings for you over some food instead of in my living room. If I’m not mistaken, we have some lost time to make up.”


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Excerpt from Jeremoth’s journal-“Giselle, my dear wife. I knew her since childhood and we were the best of friends even till she died. She was smart, outgoing, she even beat up the ones who bullied me. She wasn’t just a pretty face though. She knew mechanics, she even stole parts off a car one time! I know she was smarter than me, she could have easily been the doctor instead of me. It was hard being a woman back then. But she didn’t let that stop her. We had a fight and separated for a bit, I went to med school and she went into illegal fight clubs, and even burlesque. She loved it, even if they considered it "not classy” for a woman. She didn’t want to be classy, she was just herself. And I loved everything about her, she was my rock and my best friend. She always will be too.“
"She never was sure if she wanted children. We had talked about it before we got married. She laughed that she wanted 3 kids, I said ‘that’s how many I want too!’ But it didn’t seem like a serious talk at 15 and 17. Then, we got married, and I asked again. She was still not sure, thought she wouldn’t be a good mother. I didn’t press, I let her make the decision on her own. Finally she told me she was ready. We tried for a long while, but nothing. She thought maybe it was a sign that she wasn’t meant to be a mother. But then, Eveleen was born. (She also punched me in labor when I was delivering the baby, but that’s another story..)Eve was our everything. And Giselle, rough and rugged as she was, made a wonderful mom. She home schooled Eve because she knew she could teach her better than any school could. Wanted her to have street smarts and life lessons, she said. I don’t know why she was scared to be a mom when she was the best one.”

Weasley ((George x Reader))

summary: molly introduces y/n and george and fluff ensues

requested: Hey can you do a 24 & 3 with George Weasley??

warings: none (possibly some swearing)

pairing: george x reader

prompt(s):

3. “I was thinking about asking you out, but then I realized how stupid that’d be.” 

24. “Stop it.” “Stop what?” “Smirking at me like that!” “Like what?“ “… Stop it!”

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You don’t go to Hogwarts- or at least you didn’t. Your parents were transferring you over the summer, because the success rates after graduating were higher there, or something like that. All you knew was that you were being forced to leave the school you’d grown up in for a majority of your life for a different one, where you knew all of no one, which was very intimidating.

Not that that was what you wanted to think of while you were book shopping for this new school. You were in the middle of picking up one of the books you needed, when your name is called across the store. You nearly drop the book in surprise, glancing in the direction of the voice, taking in Molly Weasley coming towards you. 

“Oh, hi Mrs. Weasley.” you greet when she’s in earshot. She’s friends with your mom, so you’d seen her around a bit.

“Y/N, hi! Your mom said you’re transferring to Hogwarts?”

“I am, yeah.”

“That’s great! All of my children go there, so you won’t have to worry about making friends- speaking of which, have you met my son George?”

“I have not met your son George,” you laugh, meeting eyes with a somewhat embarrassed looking guy your age. 

“Well, I’ll just leave you two to it then.” she responds, shooting a not so subtle wink at George, which doesn’t make him look any less embarrassed. She walks over to a different redheaded boy, which you assume is one of her other sons, and pretends not to watch the interaction. 

There’s a pause of silence, and after a minute the tall boy fills it. “I’d be her son George.” he chuckles, a little flushed.

“I assumed,” you arch an eyebrow, smiling to show that you were teasing. 

“What a rude thing to do.” he pretends to look offended. “I could’ve been any of her sons- she has six of them, you know.”

“Can’t say that I knew that, actually. But I’ll be more careful next time.” You can’t help but giggle at him. 

“As you should be,” he grins, the tension between you successfully melted. “Now have you found the fourth book on the list? Because I haven’t, and I’d ask one of my brothers, but I’m the smartest you see, so if I can’t find it then there’s no hope for any of us.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” you play along. “But that book is on the first table you see when you come in.”

“Pfft, of course it is. I was just testing your knowledge.” he informs you. “You passed.”

You end up doing the rest of your shopping with the Weasleys, mainly George as he splits the two of you away from the group for a majority of the shopping. “What’s your biggest pet peeve?”

“My biggest pet peeve?” his brow wrinkles in confusion. 

“Yeah.” you laugh at his expression. “Like, what really annoys you?”

“Oh, I dunno. I don’t like it when people call each other by their last names.”

“That’s weird.” you inform him, which he only rolls his eyes in response of. 

“Okay, then what’s yours?”

“I don’t know. I don’t like wet socks.”

“What?”

“Y’know, like when you step in a wet patch while you’re in socks- that’s like one of the worst feelings ever.”

He just scoffs. “And that’s not weird?”

“No- who likes wearing wet socks? Literally no one. It’s weird if that’s not one of your pet peeves.”

“I think you’re a little biased.”

“I am not.”

“Whatever you say.” he hums, opening the door to the tea shop that you’d agreed to meet the rest of his family at. 

You about to wit something back when Mrs. Weasley spots you, and ushers you over to the table she was sitting at. “I’m not sure where the others are,” she informs the two of you. “I think they said something about Borgin and Burkes- George, would you go get us some waters?”

“Sure.” he gestures for you to take the seat across from his mother, smiling at you before heading towards the front. 

“Good looking boy, isn’t he?” she tuts, smiling expectantly at you. 

“Huh?” is all you can let out, a flush taking over your face as you process her words. 

“Georgie! He’s quite the looker.”

“Oh, um, yeah. I guess.” you stutter out, hoping your blush isn’t as visible as you know it is. 

“Girls always have liked him- can’t say he’s always liked them though. But he’s seemed quite interested in you today. Don’t reckon he’ll ever hear the end of it from Fred.” 

“Oh,” you let out, wondering what could possibly be taking George this long. 

“You do seem quite interested in him as well- and you’d just make the most beautiful children-”

“Mind if I join you?” George cuts in, seemingly unaware of the conversation he’d just interrupted as he sets your water in front of you, placing the others on the table. 

“Sure, Georgie, you can take my spot.” Mrs. Weasley gets up, her wink directed at you now as she takes her water from the table. “Y/N and I were just talking about how handsome you are.” she informs him, you nearly choking on the sip of water you’d just taken. Mrs. Weasley looks highly amused as she wanders towards the exit, clearly quite proud of herself. 

“Really?” George slides into the spot next to you, turning to you and bouncing his eyebrows. 

“I’m not sure I used those exact words.” you glance over at him, taking in the smirk on his face. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he teases, the smirk still resting on his face. 

You scoff at him, tempted to stick your tongue out. “Smirking at me like that, Weasley.”

“Like what, Y/N?” he challenges, ignoring your attempt at annoying him. 

You hold eye contact for a moment,daring each other to speak first. “…Stop it!” you burst finally, nearly pushing him off the bench with a shove that was meant to be playful. You burst out laughing at the expression on his face, which makes him laugh, and then you’re causing a lot more noise than you probably should be saying as you were in a shop. 

He looks at you then, with a tenderness that makes your cheeks flush. “What?”

“Nothing,” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, cautiously. “I mean, I was going to ask you, but then I realized how stupid that’d be.”

“That wouldn’t be stupid!” you clear your throat at the eagerness in your voice. “Um, I mean why would that be stupid?”

He tries to keep a straight face, but laughs at your response, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Maybe it wouldn’t be. I just didn’t think you were interested is all.”

You stare at him expectantly, rolling your eyes when he doesn’t continue. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” you hint, making him grin again. 

“Would you like to go out with me, Y/N?”

“No.” you watch his mouth drop open and giggle. “I’m just kidding, George. Of course I would- but that’ll show you for being over confident you wang.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “What’s a wang?”

“You. You’re a wang.”

“Really? So if I look up wang in the dictionary there will be a picture of me?”

“Exactly.”

“No I don’t think so- in fact I happen to have bought a new dictionary today- thanks for that, by the way- so I think I’ll just test that theory, if that’s okay with you.”

“You’re just full of tests aren’t you?”

“Says the one who thought rejecting me was just the funniest thing in the world.”

“It was! You should’ve seen your face.”

“No, I don’t think I should have- mostly because that’s impossible. Which I know because I’m the smartest Weasley.”

“Yes, I think I’ve heard that before.”

(just like endless banter until it’s time for you to go, and George kisses you goodbye, which leaves you very excited to see him again when school starts)


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I’ve Got You.

request- hey, I really loved your fic Family! I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a member of the spn cast and she is around 16 and emancipated from her family, but the rest of the cast doesn’t know for the simple fact that it hasn’t ever come up, but they find out after a fan asks about her family and she tells them that she’s emancipated and doesn’t keep in contact with her family. This later leads to a chat with the cast about why she never told them…?

requested by- anon

characters- Jared x Platonic!Reader, Jensen x Platonic!reader.

warnings- swearing, mentions of depression, mentions of abuse, mentions of self doubt.

a/n- I feel like this is kinda a lot like ‘family’??? but regardless, I enjoyed writing it.


Your family was always a sensitive subject for you, growing up was hard enough but when you had parents who took everything out on you and weren’t supportive at all.. lets just say it got tough.

You found out what ‘emancipation’ was when you turned fifteen, it was around the time you had gotten an audition for a roll on Supernatural as Sam’s daughter. 

Booking the roll meant you had to leave your small town in Denver to move up North to Vancouver, Canada. It was then you decided to go to the local council so they could help with being emancipated, you had proven you were over fourteen and that you would have a legal way to make money, you had also told them why you wanted to be emancipated, they understood.

Within four weeks your court date was delivered, you arrived, finished the hearing and then, a few months later when you were about to leave for Canada, you got the news that it was all finalised. You could finally live a life without your parents.

Of course the producers of the show and network knew, they had to know, the cast however didn’t know.


You were at another convention doing a panel with Jared, the questions were lighthearted and funny but you knew the deeper, more personal ones were approaching.

A young girl stepped towards the mic and spoke, “hi! My name’s Belle” you gasped which made Jared laugh, “Belle’s my favourite Disney princess oh my gosh! That’s so cool” you chirped into the mic, the girl laughed a bit and thanked  you, “this question is for Y/N, if that’s okay” she laughed when Jared stood up and kicked the stool playfully, you shook your head “ignore him, what’s your question?” You asked her trying not to laugh when you saw Jared pout as he sat back down, “okay, so you’re from Denver, which is quite far away from where you film, I was wondering if that effected how close you are to your parents?” She asked, you let out a nervous laugh, “uh, aha, I actually don’t talk to my parents anyways? Around this time last year when I found out I had the roll I went through the whole emancipating process? So I don’t live with them or I don’t have to talk to them… Yeah” you concluded before letting out another nervous laugh, Jared quickly thanked the girl for her question as they moved on to another.


You were sat in your hotel room when there was a knock at the door, after the panel you said you felt sick and went straight to your room, luckily all your photo-ops were the next day.

With a sigh, you stood up and walked over to the door, slowly you opened it and smiled a small smile when you saw Jared stood on the other side, “can I come in?” Jared asked, you nodded your head and opened the door wider for him to walk in, you quietly closed it and turned around.

He was watching you closely as you picked up a book that was led on the bed, you bookmarked it and placed it on the bedside table, “you okay?” He asked, you let out a sigh, “I honestly don’t know..” you quietly answered.

He walked over and sat on the bed, he patted the spot next to him, “come on.. talk to me” you debated in your mind for what felt like an hour before you sat down facing him with your legs crossed.

“How come you didn’t tell anyone?” Jared asked after a few seconds of silence, you shrugged your shoulders, “never came up in conversation” you answered quietly, “I don’t know… I just didn’t know how, I guess” you avoided his gaze and looked down at your hands that were absentmindedly playing with your bracelet.

Jared sighed quietly, “do you mind me asking why?” He asked again, you were silent for a while, “okay, that’s fine, when you want to talk I’ll be here to listen” he placed a kiss on your forehead and started walking towards the door when a small voice made him stop, “they were never there…” he turned around, “not once, they always found a new way to make me feel shitty about myself… so I left…” you quietly trailed off, Jared came back over and sat down, he turned to face you, “have you talked to them since?” He asked, you shook your head and blinked back the tears.

“I’ve debated whether to or not… part of me wants to leave all of that behind, but another part of me wants to know whether they actually miss me” you sighed, “what did they do exactly?” He asked quietly whilst rubbing his thumb over your knee in comfort, “what didn’t they do?” You laughed, “they wanted to shape me into the perfect kid, they thought that the best way to go about it would be to yell at me, to… belittle me and make me feel like crap! They’d padlock the kitchen cabinets so the only time I’d eat would be when they ate, and even then they wouldn’t give me much… If I did something wrong, even just the slightest bit wrong they’d lock me in my room! I couldn’t live like that anymore, it wasn’t fair!” Jared went to speak but you interrupted, “even when I was depressed they didn’t care. They refused to take me to the doctor, said that it was all in my head and that I was looking for attention” Jared had tears in his eyes as he watched you pour your heart out to him, “do you have any idea what it’s like to want help, but to be refused it? To want to get better but your parents said no because it’d ruin their ‘perfect image’, it’s exhausting” you cried, “I was trapped and I couldn’t get out, and I couldn’t do it” that was when you broke, sobs racketed through your body as Jared quickly scooped you into his arms.

He held you tight, one arm wrapped securely around your body and the other was against the back of your head, pressing it to his chest, “it was too much, and I couldn’t do it” you spoke. Jared shushed your and held you close, rocking slightly, “you’ll be okay, I’ve got you” he muttered softly, you clung onto him and cried until there was no tears left.

After a while of just sitting there, Jared felt two arms wrap around him, “thank you” you whispered, he smiled and placed another kiss on top of your head before squeezing you tightly, “don’t mention it. Don’t be afraid to open up once in a while, okay?” He said, you nodded your head and yawned a little, Jared loosened his grip and went to unwrap your arms from him when your grip tightened, “please don’t go” you whispered, he shuffled up the bed whilst holding onto you and led down, your head was resting on his chest, his arms were protectively holding you as darkness overcame both of them.


It was around an hour later when Jensen strolled up to your hotel room with your spare key-card dangling from his fingers.

He’d knocked on the door for ten minutes beforehand but got no answer.

He quietly opened the door and froze at the sight in front of him, a small smile graced his lips as he grabbed a throw from one of the chairs and covered both Jared and yourself.

He quickly fished his phone from out of his pocket before snapping a photo, he chuckled softly to himself and walked out of the room quietly closing the door behind him.


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Butterfly and the Beanie

Jughead x Reader

An unlikely pairing, that starts with good intentions, but… is it match made in heaven or a match that was just made to burn?

Warnings: Not everything can have a happy ending. (Swearing, Fighting.)

Word count: 3,148

A/N: I just got done watching 13 Reasons Why and feel a bit melodramatic so this happened. I did it more for a storyline and less for cute moments. I hope you all still enjoy it.  I tried first person with this one, please give me feedback on which point of view you like my writing in best: 1st, 2nd, or 3rd. The narrative switches from flashback to current day, hope it’s not too confusing. Ps i’m very proud of this.


I’ve been thinking about those words ever since I walked out of school today.

High School Sweetheart

The definition: Jughead and I.

Or at least, it was.

As I walk home, holding everything in, I try not to think about it, but I can’t help it.

How I met the boy that ruined me in all the best and worst ways.

I met him at the Drive-In, a few weeks after my dad and I moved to Riverdale to start anew in the fall of my freshman year, after my mom passed away, I remember it clear as day.

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New Besties

This wasn’t actually requested because i have been having a really hard time writing requests lately. Fear not though the requests will get done at some point. 

Jughead x reader 

Reader is new to Riverdale and she ends up being friends with Cheryl but Jughead helps her end that friendship since she hates Cheryl

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


Being one of the river vixens was hard already. Put that on top of being one of the shyest people alive. Not fun. Cheryl Blossom had taken a liking to me if you could even call it that. I was new and right as I stepped in she came and spoke to me. It was nice to have someone actually speak to me since I didn’t know anybody but now I want her gone. She is the devil in a pretty girls body.The first time I noticed something might be off was when I talked about homework with her

Flashback

“Ugh. my creative writing teacher is giving me an assignment.” I complained as I sat with three of the girls after cheerleading practice

“What’s the assignment” Anna, one of Cheryl’s minions asked me.

“I have to write a four-page love story with at least two cliches,” I said. I didn’t even know what the hell I was gonna use but then something or more like someone gave me an idea. “Maybe I’ll write it about a popular girl who is in love with a geeky guy nobody notices.” I started but Cheryl caught me off before I finish my epic story about my own life. I was unbelievably in love with Jughead Jones but he didn’t notice me.

“Ew. Those girls are so gross. Like if you’re popular you should try to keep being popular hanging with the outsiders isn’t gonna help you in the long run” she said. I didn’t really pay attention, though. Jughead had sat down and I noticed how he started typing away on his computer. “Right Y/N,” Cheryl said.

“Yeah sure,” I said not really having known what she had talked about.

End of flashback

I sat with the other cheerleaders talking about who our lab partners were. I was more than happy with mine. I had finally after 4 months of waiting been paired up with Jughead on something. “Yeah, that sucks. Luckily I got Reggie.” Cheryl said. I turned to look at her with a questionable expression.

“Really. You think that’s lucky. Reggie knows about as much as my little 3-year-old-brother” I commented making the other girls laugh.

“Yeah well at least mine isn’t creepy” she said referring to Jughead. I turned around and looked at him. He was sitting all alone in the corner of the cafeteria.

“Jughead isn’t creepy. He’s actually really nice, we have creative writing together” I said making Cheryl the one with a questionable expression.

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Eyes (l.h. imagine)

Summary: soulmate au where your eyes change color depending on how far away/close you are to your soulmate

Warnings: some swearing
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You lived in a world that seemed to hate you. Meeting your soulmate is supposed to be difficult, but you had a more than difficult time finding yours. At birth, your eyes are a normal color. By the age of five, your eyes turn a different color depending on how far away you are from your soulmate. Yours have always been a dark brown since then. Brown means that your soulmate is far away and gray means that your soulmate is close. They’ve started changing before, but it was just a trick. You could be in an empty room and they would change, getting your hopes up about something that won’t happen. You’ve pretty much given up hope of ever finding your soulmate at this point.
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“Come on!” Your best friend yells, running towards the stadium. You sigh and run after her, getting in line behind lots of other girls. She wanted to see 5 Seconds of Summer and has dragged you along with her. You weren’t a huge fan of the band. Sure, they were good but you weren’t crazy about them like she was.
“Remind me again why you brought me along?” You ask as she hands the guard the tickets to get inside the venue. She grins at you. “Because you’re my best friend.” You laugh and say, “lucky me.” This makes her laugh, knowing you’re just kidding.
The sun is still shining bright outside, but it’s getting ready to go down. Colors of red and orange strike across the sky. It’s warm, but not too warm. You close your eyes and soak up the sun, then open them when you hear girls screaming. The band is walking into the venue from the side entrance, and they’ve been spotted. You lock eyes with the lead guitarist, Luke for a quick moment. He smiles a little at you and you wave.
“I love you, Ashton!” Your friend yells, trying to get the drummer’s attention. He grins and waves at her, and you swear she almost faints. You wince as a burning pain starts in your eyes. You cover them with your hands, biting your lip as the pain increases.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” She asks, concerned. You look at her after the band is gone and the pain fades. You smile and she smiles back at you, but her smile fades. “What? What’s wrong?” You ask, confused. Two seconds ago she was nearly jumping ten feet high to get the attention of the boys and now she seems worried.
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that… (Y/N), your eyes changed.” She admits. Your eyes widen. “Are you serious?” She nods, handing you her phone so you can look at the camera. Your usually dark chocolate orbs have now turned a light amber. “Your soulmate is here!” She whisper-yells. You bite your lip.
This isn’t the first time this has happened. Your eyes have changed color before in an empty room. They had a habit of playing a joke on you; making you think your soulmate was around, only to reveal that he isn’t.
“They do that a lot. Don’t get your hopes up.” You mumble, handing her the phone back. She frowns. “Oh. Okay.” You give her a small smile. “Come on, let’s go find our seats.” She smiles and follows you inside the venue. It’s starting to get crowded, teenage girls standing around everywhere. You can feel the good vibes going around and it actually makes you excited for the show.
“Here they are!” Your friend says, pointing to two seats in the front row. You both sit down and take a few selfies while waiting for the show to start. “Is this your first time seeing them live?” A girl behind you asks. You smile and nod. “She didn’t want to come, but she’s going to love it.” Your friend says, giggling. “You will, the boys make sure you have a good time.” The other girl says. You look up at the stage as the lights go out and a black and white screen pops up. A countdown begins and your friend jumps up from her seat, pulling you with her. You laugh as the crowd starts to chant, “5SOS, 5SOS, 5SOS!”
You can feel the excitement building in your body as you begin to chant along with them. Your friend is jumping up and down and is screaming inaudible things, and her happiness makes you grin. She saved up for a whole year for these tickets and you’ve never seen her happier. The boys run on stage as guitar riffs scream through the stadium. Your seats are in front of Luke and you can see him up close. He’s wearing black skinny jeans and a black v-neck. A silver necklace hangs down from his neck. His hair is flat, unlike in all the posters (Y/F/N) has in her room. However, it’s getting a bit long and has started to curl on the ends. His lip ring is gone, which makes you a little disappointed.
He makes eye contact with you again and time seems to stop. Your friend is dancing beside you to whatever song they’re playing, but you’re too focused on Luke. The burning sensation is back in your eyes, and you rub them to try to get it to fade. You get some relief when Luke looks away, so you sing along to End Up Here as best as you can, not knowing all the lyrics completely.
“How you guys doing tonight?!” Ashton yells into his mic after the song ends. Screams erupt from all around you. “We’re here to make sure that you all have the best time of your lives tonight. Are you ready?!” Calum yells. More screaming. He laughs. You smile and look at your best friend, who throws her arm around your shoulders.
“(Y/N), your eyes are gray.” She yells in your ear, so that you can hear. You frown. They’ve never gotten gray before. “My soulmate is here.” You tell her, turning around to look all around you. You feel anxious, biting your lip so hard it feels like it could start bleeding. “Are you okay, miss?” A guard in the aisle asks you. “She’s fine.” Your friend tells him, looking around with you.
You eventually give up on searching after missing half of the concert. “He has to be around here somewhere.” Your friend mutters, but you shake your head. “Just forget it. My eyes are just playing a trick again.” You say quietly. She manages to somehow hear you over the screaming girls and hugs you. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” You give her a fake smile. “They’re about to play your favorite song.” You tell her.
She screams, looking up on stage. “Luke, how are you doing, man? Are you good?” Michael is asking. Luke grins. “‘I’m doing pretty good, Michael.” Michael chuckles. “That’s good, because if you weren’t good then we probably wouldn’t be good.” Luke laughs and the sound makes you smile.
“You guys wanna know something?!” Ashton asks. The screaming erupts again. “Luke is very giddy tonight because he saw a cute girl outside before the show and now his eyes are gray.” Ashton tells everyone, which makes Luke turn a light pink. “Ash!” He yells, making everyone laugh.
Your friend turns to you slowly, her eyes wide. “No, it can’t be.” You tell her. “Your eyes are gray. His eyes are gray. (Y/N), Luke Hemmings is your soulmate.” She whispers. The girl behind you from earlier hears. “What?! Luke, your soulmate is right here!” She screams, desperately trying to get Luke’s attention. Your eyes widen as you shake your head.
Michael hears the girl and motions at you to Luke. Luke looks over as a spotlight hits your face. His mouth opens slightly as he sees your eyes. “Hi. I’m Luke.” He murmurs into his mic, smiling softly at you. His hair is sticking to his forehead but he looks like an angel. You swallow hard and run out of the aisle.
“(Y/N)!” Your friend yells, running after you. You run out of the stadium, kneeling over to throw up on the sidewalk. She appears beside you and holds your hair back. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” She asks, confused. You look at her.
“Don’t you get it? I’m not his soulmate. Luke is a beautiful human being who has so much talent. I’m not like him. This is just my eyes playing a joke again and getting my hopes up.” You say, sitting down on the curb. By now, there are tears running down your cheeks. She sighs and sits down beside you, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. “What if that’s not what it is this time?” She asks. You sniffle, lying your head on her shoulder.
“Your eyes have never turned gray before. That’s a sign, (Y/N). Your eyes burned when you saw Luke earlier, that’s never happened either.” She murmurs. “He’s just so great and I’m not.” You mumble, wiping away some stray tears. She glances behind you.
“Yeah, he’s pretty great.” You look behind you to see Luke standing there, a concerned look on his face. “I’ll wait inside.” Your friend mutters, running back inside. You stand up.
“Okay, I know you think I’m your soulmate. But my eyes change color a lot. It’s like a curse. This could be false.” You explain to Luke, who walks over. “What if it isn’t?” He asks. “Why does everyone keep asking that?” You mumble to yourself before sighing. “I mean, look at you. You’re a rock star. You sing and tour and have millions of girls thrown at you every day. You’re really talented and fuck, you’re also really good looking. I’m not really talented or good looking. This wouldn’t work. This can’t work.” Luke smiles a little and cups your face with his hands. “You’re cute when you ramble.” He murmurs. “I’m not rambling. Am I? My bad.” You say. He leans in, and you can feel his breath across your cheeks. “Luke, what are you-”
“Stop talking. God, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you, but you-”
“Shut up.”
His lips touch yours and it’s like magic. Your body has a feeling of pure euphoria. You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips move against yours. Your eyes are burning, but you don’t care at this moment. His lips are soft and taste like mint and some kind of alcohol. Corona, maybe? Whatever is it, it’s delicious. The kiss is amazing and the feeling you’re having is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Luke pulls away after a moment.
“Shit, you’re a really good kisser too.” You mumble, which makes him laugh. “You’re my soulmate. That kiss proved that. Wait here for me after the show, okay? I’m taking you to dinner.” Luke tells you, kissing your forehead. You nod, giving in to the blonde angel.

Amnesiac

Word Count: 1,898
Reader Gender: Female I guess idk
Warnings: None (i think????)
Love Interest: Bucky
Note: Sorry this took so long to post. Every time I tried to post it my internet would mysteriously cut out and eventually I just got frustrated and gave up haha. But I have returned in hopes that I’ll be able to finally post it ♥

Originally posted by coporolight

I ran down the street, rain hitting my face like bullets. There was a big storm passing through the city, and I was one of the few people brave enough to be in it. Or stupid enough. Either way, I didn’t have an umbrella with me; the storm was so sudden, and it’s normally sunny around here. As I ran across the street, a dark and blurry figure caught my eye. Well, he was only blurry due to the rain. I hesitated before running up to it, not at all sure what it was. As I approached the figure, I noticed it was a human being.

A man, to be more specific. He was in dark jeans, and a darkly coloured thin sweater. I felt his neck for a pulse, relieved to find out that he was alive. I looked at his torso, noticing normal breathing patterns. The only thing signaling that he ended up here at all were the multiple bruises and cuts that littered his body. I shook his shoulder harshly, my expectations of him waking up coming to a sudden halt. After a few more minutes of trying, I gave up on my attempts to be gentle, and gave him a slap instead.

“Ow, what the hell?” He asked, voice laced with sleep.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” I asked and he looked at me warily.

“Fine.” He said shortly, eyeing me.

“Do you live far from here?” I questioned.

“I don’t know.” He said after a moment, now looking confused.

“Do you remember anything?” I questioned.

“No.” He said shortly again, confusion now replaced with irritation.

“Well,” I paused, “You can come to my place, I’ll patch you up.”

We locked eyes for a long moment, and I could sense his distrust. In the moment of silence we shared, I was able to look at him a bit clearer. His had a bit of scruff, obviously signaling that he hadn’t shaved in a few days. His hair was quite long, but it suited him somehow. He was shivering slightly, and it became evident that he was trying his best to appear completely calm. I stood back up, offering a hand to him.

“Come on, if I was trying to kill you, would I have bothered with waking you up?” I questioned.

He narrowed his eyes at me, silence continuing to fill the air. He finally took my hand, and I helped him stand. He limped a bit as he walked, but I wasn’t about to ask about it. If he really does have amnesia, then me asking him what happened right now is like talking to a brick wall. I shrugged off my jacket, the cold and rainy hair hitting my covered skin. I draped it over his shoulders, and he looked at me curiously.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“You’re cold.” I said simply and he grunted.

“Yeah, but isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?” He asked and I shrugged.

“I’m alright.” I lied coolly.

“Bullshit.” He said.

“Well, I’m not taking it back until we get to my place, so suck it up.” I said stubbornly, and he just shook his head.

That day was a few weeks ago, and in that time he’s managed to remember little things. Like his name, where he was born, and all of that stuff. His wounds have healed, and the smaller cuts have vanished. Unfortunately, during this time I’ve found myself falling for the somewhat mysterious man that resided in my house. He’s taken to calling me ‘Doll’ rather than my actual name and, despite how often I tell him not to, I actually do enjoy it. It makes me blush a little, and I think that’s why he does it.

He also cusses like a sailor, which is fine by me, I’m the same way. He’s yet to remember everything, or how he even ended up on the street in the first place. It’s bound to come soon, and it scares me a little. That’s also partially why I haven’t told him how I feel about him. I’m scared that when he remembers he’ll leave and never look back. Or worse, it turns out he’s married with 8 kids. I heard footsteps enter the living room, and I looked who they came from. Bucky.

“What’s up, Doll?” He asked, sitting beside me.

“The damn television won’t work right.” I grumbled.

“You try turning it on?” He said smartly.

“Oh, ha ha, let’s all make fun of the one time I had a fucking mind blank.” I huffed.

“Just one time?” He asked, laughing a little when I hit his arm.

“You’re an ass.” I huffed.

“I’m a damn delight.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll make sure to remember that.” I said sarcastically.

I cleared my throat as I went to go get what I called the ‘Bucky Kit’. I gave up of calling it First Aid when he was the only one I was using it on. When I got back he was already out of his tank top, the bandages on his chest now exposed. His torso was almost fully healed, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I’d feel awful if anything got infected and he ended up needing surgery. Plus, he has this phobia with hospitals and shit. Me trying to get him inside the hospital might be just as hard as getting the T.V. remote from him.

I took off his bandages, looking for any signs of an infection. When I didn’t find one, I began cleaning the dirt off of his chest. He didn’t have a lot, seeing as how I properly care for his wounds. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, a sea of inappropriate thoughts entering my brain. I cleared my throat, hoping to clear the thoughts along with it. I focused on cleaning him up, and after a long agonizing moment of silence, I was finished.

“Now, if you’d stop running into everything, you’d be healing a lot faster.” I playfully criticized.

“Doll, I gotta tell you something.” Bucky said.

“Ah, so do I.” I confessed with a small smile.

“Same time?“ Bucky offered and I nodded.

“Sure.” I agreed, and we counted to three together.

“I remember everything.“ Bucky stated.

“I think I love you.“ I said at the same time.

My eyes widened as his words sunk into my brain. While I was happy that he finally got his memory back, fear poked into my mind. Was he going to just leave me and forget me now? What if I was right and it turns out that he has 8 kids and 4 ex wives? His eyebrows furrowed together, an undetectable emotion on his face. I should’ve just shut up, I should’ve just kept that to myself.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” I spoke, my voice faltering.

“Wait, you what?” Bucky questioned.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting to leave, now.“ I continued, my voice faltering even more.

“Y/n, wait a second-“ Bucky tried.

“I have to go spring clean my room,“ I started to back away, “So I’m just going to go.“

I ran off, retreating into the safety and comfort of my room. I slammed the door shut, feeling tears brim my eyes. I felt selfish for feeling so sad about him regaining his memory, but I couldn’t help it. He was probably going to leave me and never talk to me again. He probably doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore. As a matter of fact, he’s probably in his room getting ready to leave right now.

I plopped onto the side of my bed, my back facing the door. Why couldn’t I have just thought of him like a friend? I sadly wiped my tears, which only made them flood through. In a matter of seconds I was bawling, my hands covering my face instead. I tried to keep the noise nonexistent, the last thing I needed was for Bucky to hear me cry. He’d probably just laugh. I don’t want to see him when he leaves, I just want him to go without telling me.

“Y/n?” Bucky questioned after knocking on my door.

“Go away!“ I yelled, my voice betraying me.

Instead of hearing footsteps walk away, I heard my door open and then close. Great, he’s come to ridicule me, or come to tell me good bye and to delete his number. Thankfully, my hair hid my face, so it was harder to tell that I had been crying. I heard him slowly walk closer to me before abruptly stopping in his tracks. I scooted a little further away from him, hoping he’d take a hint. Unfortunately, he didn’t.

Instead I heard him walk even closer, moving my hands away from my face. I looked away from him, focusing on the wall that faced my side. He moved my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I took a deep breath as he gently moved my head, forcing me to look at him. He was crouched on the floor, looking up at me with concern. Oh great, this is even worse, I get pity. His hand stayed on my cheek, his thumb pushing away tears.

“Hey, why are you crying, doll?” Bucky asked in a quiet tone.

“It’s stupid, you don’t have to worry about me.” I replied in a slightly bitter tone.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” He stated, completely serious.

“Well, now that you’ve got your memory back, you’re going to leave and I’ll just be left here with a memory. You’re not going to want to talk to me-“ I began rambling, making me cry a bit harder.

“Is that what this is about?” He questioned, taking my silence as confirmation, “Doll, you didn’t give me a chance to reply.”

“Well, I just assumed-” I began.

“Well, you assumed wrong.” He stated, “If you had given me a chance to talk, you would’ve found out that I feel the same toward you.” He stated, and my heart raced.

“R-Really?” I stuttered out, my crying voice fucking everything up.

“No, I’m fucking with you, of course I do.” He said and I sighed.

“You’re still going to leave and forget me.” I pointed out, and he raised his brows.

“Even if I didn’t love you, how could I ever forget you?” He asked.

“I dunno.” I mumbled, fiddling with my hands.

“Doll, you’re too amazing to forget,” He smiled lightly, “Plus, you can be a real pain in the ass-Ow!” He yelped after I hit his arm.

I glared at him for a second before a smile took over my lips, and I hugged him instead. He instantly hugged me back, standing up and spinning me around for a second. A weight was lifted off of my shoulders and off of my heart, the sadness and fear leaving me. My tears dried, no longer falling from my eyes and staining my cheeks. After he let me go, I pulled away and stared at him for a moment.

“So does this mean that we’re a thing or-” I began, getting cut off with a kiss.

“What do you think?” He questioned after pulling away.

“I think that doesn’t really answer my question.” I stated.

“Yes, we’re a thing, you dork.” He said, rolling his eyes.

Do I? - Jaime Benn

A/N: I’ve written this one for @minourouss. I hope you like it, boo.

Word Count: 1314

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

“Guys, I am way too sober for this” I say, trying to sit back down on the couch.

We had had our last exam of the semester this morning and we were celebrating it. The night was perfectly scheduled, dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, drinks at the newest pub in town and hit the club right after that. We were all dressed to impressed and ready to run this city, and I was all for it until we got to the pub and found out they were having karaoke night. We found a couch with a small table and we sat down as two of my friends went to the bar and ordered our drinks.

“(y/n), you should go up there and show them how it’s done” and it started, my friends pushing me out of the couch, yelling at the host that I wanted to sing a song and I trying to use my sobriety as an excuse.

“C’mon, we have heard you sing a million times. You are good” my friends kept pushing me. “Here, bottoms up and get ready to rock and roll” they say, handing me two shots of tequila.

I look at them and I know I have no choice so I drown both of the shots and walk down to the stage, where two very drunk ladies are singing, I’m too nice to say that they are destroying, “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Tyler. I take the time to look around while I wait, the pub is not packed, but there is a fair amount of people there. God, I need another ten shots, pronto.

“What are you singing, doll?” the host asks me and I look at him, that was a hell of a good question.

“Mmh… I think I’m gonna do Do I by Luke Bryan” I answer and he nods, looking for it on the computer.

“No pressure, but we kind of need a good show after this” he jokes, looking at the two women who are having trouble staying on their feet.

I give him a nervous smile and wait until he hands me the mic and helps the last artists down the stage. I take a deep breath and go up.

“So… I don’t really want to do this, like at all” everyone laughs at my comment and that gives me the courage I need to keep talking. “I don’t want to do this, but today it is our first night of freedom after finals and I’m taking one for the team, so here I go”

I give a small nod and the music starts playing. I’ve always liked this song, from the moment I first listened to it. I know every single word, I don’t need to look at the lyrics on the monitor, so I just walk around on the stage. I look at my friends and they are holding their hands on the air, swaying from left to right and making me laugh. The song ends and I give the crowd a shy smile as they give me an ovation, or at least it feels like an ovation to me.

“I was kidding when I said we needed a good show, but thank you for that, it was amazing” the host says and I feel my cheeks heating up.

I walk back to my friends and they stand up, making a scene as they yell my name and ask me for autographs.

“Ok, stop it. You’ve embarrassed me enough for the next hundred years” I scowl at them, sitting on the couch and grab my drink, ready to get as wasted as possible.

We listen to a couple of songs, laughing and cheering as the people on stage are our favorite artists when the bartender brings a bottle of champagne to our table. The bottle is tipped by a lit sparkler and brings everyone’s attention to us.

“Excuse me, we haven’t ordered th…” my friend tries to tell the man when he pulls a note from his pocket and gives it to me before walking away.

I look at it in shock for a couple seconds while the sparkler keeps lighting up the room.

“What does it say?” “What is it?” “How is it from?” I snap back to reality and open the note to find a short text.

Breathtaking

JB 14

 

“(y/n), I think Justin Bieber is flirting with you” and all of them laugh as I look around the room, trying to find the mysterious man that has paid for an overly expensive bottle of champagne.

My eyes travel all over the place before they find a pair of big brown eyes staring at me making me blush, and I thank God for the darkness of the room. I know very well who he is and I mentally face palm myself for not figuring it out before. I give him a shy smile and he smirks, mouthing “cheers” and holding up his glass while I shake my head and bite my lip. He turns back to his group of friends and I do the same, finding all the eyes set on me.

“Is that who I think it is?” yeah, my friends are hockey fans too.

“I suppose it is” I answer and let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Girl, hook us up. Tyler and I could have a good time” my friend Alyssa says and I roll my eyes.

“I don’t think it works that way, Al” I mutter, drinking the rest of liquor I have in my glass. I’m quite tipsy by now, the alcohol is kicking off and I feel quite floaty. “C’mon ladies, let’s go to the club”

We get on our feet, ready to go, when my brain decides that it is a good time to be brave.

“Hold on” I say to my friends, turning around and heading to the VIP space in the pub.

Jamie is talking with some of his friends when his brother elbows him and cocks his head in my direction. Jamie looks at me and gets up, meeting me half way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of his friends.

“Thanks for the champagne, it was very kind of you”

“You are welcome. It got your attention, so it is money well spent” He smirks and my heart flutters

“It definitely did” I give him a shy smile.

“Hitting the clubs?” he asks, looking at my outfit.

“As I said, first night of freedom” I laugh “going out tonight?”

“No, we are just having a couple drinks to unwind a little” he explains and I turn my head to look at his friends. All of they are part of the Dallas Stars and all of them are staring at us “big game tomorrow”

“Well, do me a favor and kick some ass tomorrow?” I joke around.

“Will do…”

“(y/n)”

“(y/n), that’s a pretty name” he looks right at my eyes and I swear I’m gonna faint “you should come to the game tomorrow”

“Sold out, my friend” I say, annoyed because my friends and I couldn’t get tickets on time.

“It’s good you have contacts then…” He winks at me and hands me his phone.

“Smooth, Benn. Very smooth” I praise him, typing my name and number and handing it back to him “tell my contact to text me the details”

“He will do it gladly” he smiles and looks over my shoulder “you should go before your friends go crazy”

I turn around and I see them pointing at the door and making weird dance moves.

“Gotta go” I say, turning around and walking towards my crazy ass friends. “see you around”

We leave the pub and walk for around three minutes before I get a text from a number I don’t know.

Stay out of trouble, young lady.

 

I raise an eyebrow and I’m about to text back I get another message,

And by trouble I mean guys.

JB

Business and Pleasure (Spencer Reid Fluff)

Summary ~ Faking a relationship, turned into something you hadn’t expected

Words ~ 1020

Request ~ No

I sat on my couch waiting for my roommate/best friend to get home from work.  I heard the door open and I looked over to see Spencer. He slammed the door dropping his coat and bag on the floor before walking straight into his room and shutting the door hard. I was shocked I looked between his door and the front door, trying to figure out what just happened. I got off the couch walking over to his coat I hung it up and walked over to his door.
“Spence” I said opening the door I saw his laying face first on his bed. I sat down on the bed rubbing his back asking him what was wrong.
“Work” He said rolling over.
“What happened?” I asked.
“The guys don’t take me seriously. They think I am just a brain, Morgan doesn’t talk to me about normal guy things, and when I try and join in with the conversation they just laugh and say ‘You wouldn’t understand kid’ The girls treat me like an innocent teen that knows nothing. I am just sick of it, I know just as much about girls as the other guys do” He rubbed his hands over his face annoyed.
“Aw sweetie, did you say anything to them?”
“That would make me look like a dork” He sighed, I pulled him into a hug rocking him side to side.  We pulled away and I gave him a sympathy smile. He looked at me shocked and then looked me up and down.
“Wait you are a girl” He said.
“Are you only realizing this now?” I laughed.
“Help me” He groaned.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Okay this is going to sound crazy but what if you came to work tomorrow and 'surprised’ me and pretended to be my girlfriend, then the guys would see that I know about girls” he said hopefully.
“I dunno Spence that sounds kind of risky, what if they realise I am just a friend?”
“But they won’t, you will show up with lunch for both of us, I will hug you kiss you on the cheek, we will talk like normal because we practically talk like a married couple already. Then you will say goodbye” I looked at the hope in his eyes.
“What do you want for lunch?” I smiled
The next day I got up and spent extra long making sure I looked good. I wanted to really impress Spencer’s friends. I was kind of excited about pretending to be Spencer’s girlfriend. I like the idea of him calling me his. I put on my outfit checking myself in the mirror. I went to the office asking at reception what floor Spencer Reid was on. I got a lot of looks as I walked down the halls looking for the right place. I saw him standing beside a tall guy and a skinny blonde girl.
“Babe” I said walking up to him. He turned around smiling and brought me in for a hug.
“I didn’t know you were coming today” He smiled.
“Surprise. I brought lunch” I said holding up a bag.
“Thanks hun” He said intertwining our fingers. “You look gorgeous as always”
“Well I have to compete with you”
“There is no competition, do you want to eat at my desk?” He asked.
“Sounds fun” I smiled.
“Hold on Reid, are you not going to introduce us?” The guy asked.
“Hey, I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you I’m Morgan this is JJ”
“Lovely to meet you”
“So how come Reid has never told us about you?”
“We don’t like to mix business and pleasure” I said winking at Spencer.
“Oh my God” He laughed.
“And there is a lot of pleasure?” Morgan said sarcastically.
“Well lets just say that the case isn’t the only thing that keeps him up at night” I laughed.
“Okay that is enough, lets go eat” Spence said pushing me away chuckling.
“Nice talking to you” I said over my shoulder. We sat down at his desk and laughed slightly.
“Wow you are really good at this” Spencer said.
“Yeah, well you weren’t so bad yourself. We ate our lunch and chatted like we normally do, then we said goodbye.
“I’ll see you tonight babe” I said wrapping my arm around him.
“Yes you will” He said before pulling out of the hug. He looked behind me briefly and then back at me. Suddenly his lips were on mine and his hand was on my cheek. I loved the kiss, I had imagined it before but it was nothing like this. I savoured the feeling and the taste until be pulled away.
“Bye babe” He said smiling. I smiled back turning around and walking out. I walked home in a daze of happiness, confusion and sadness. Why did he kiss me? Was it just the act? Does he like me?
I sat at home once again waiting for him to get home, I wanted to play it casual and act like nothing had happened but I knew that I would burst if I didn’t ask him. He walked in the door hanging up his coat and looking over at me.
“Hey” He smiled.
“Hi” He kicked off his shoes and sitting down beside me. He took the remote searching through the channels and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
“You are staring” He said his eyes never leaving the TV.
“Why did you kiss me?” I blurted out.
“I thought it would help with the act” He said looking at me.
“Oh so it was just for the act?” I questioned. There was a long silence as he stared at me, I could see the debating in his eyes before he broke the silence.
“No” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine. “I like you” He said between kisses.
“I like you too” I smiled into the kiss. He broke the kiss abruptly.
“Really?” He said shocked.
“Of coarse, even when you had weird long hair” I laughed.
“Shut up” He groaned leaning back down.

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Snapchat ~ crazey_jadey

Title: Making Up is Hard to Do
Code: JD0009
Requested by: anon & anon :)
Words: 1,000 even because I’m magic, apparently.
Note: I got two requests for this, and then found another. After a bit of a delay, here you are. Thanks for being patient! For anon, anon, and anon :)

You sighed, pushing yourself out of the chair, and waddling down the hallway for yet another bathroom break. Getting your over-grown self onto the toilet was proving to be quite the difficult feat, and it didn’t help that your raging hormones had you nearly beside yourself. Where was he? Finishing up, you washed your hands and pulled your phone out of your pocket. You dialed the number and listened to it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five. Six. “Gibbs.” You opened your mouth to curse him out and ask him where the hell he was when you heard the recording continue, “Leave a message.” You sighed, waiting for the beep.

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99 Problems (9/10)

Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, flirting, angst, fluff,  

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                                                       Chapter 9

    You’ve been back at the tower for a week, and  Bucky has barely spoken to you since the night he told you he didn’t want you . The avoiding eachother game has been two way street though , you’ve managed to dodge him every chance you could. Seeing him only makes his rejection hurt more . He never explained himself, just walked away after dropping that massive decision on you . To say you’re heartbroken is underplaying it, you managed to lose Bucky as a friend too and it makes this 100 times worse.  You haven’t thought about that night since you returned home, you’ve done everything you could to distract yourself.

   " Do you want me to talk to him ? Maybe hell tell me-“

” No Johnny . He made up his mind. “ you sigh , continueing to flip through the channels on your TV.

” It just doesn’t make sense ! What could of happened in that short of a time slot?!“ Johnny asks, he was just as confused as you .

” And who wouldn’t want to go back to a bed with a hot naked chick in it ! NOTHING HE DOES MAKES SENSE!“  he booms, you snort at his statement, gently patting his shoulder.

"Some people have more control when it comes to naked women babe.”

He sticks his tongue out at you ,making both of you laugh .  He does have a point though , that was an awfully short time frame , what could of possibly happened ? That’s when it hits you , he went to speak with Tony.

You shoot up from the couch so fast it makes Johnny flinch.

“ You’ve got to be kidding me. ” you start storming to the elevators, Johnny right behind you . 

Originally posted by blairsfelicity

    You burst into Tony lab,   your eyes lock on his as soon as you enter .

“ Y/n whats wrong?"  Bruce asks, dropping his pencil onto the table.

” Bruce, can  you give me and Tony a minute please?“ you try to calmly say .You could never be mean to Bruce, hes the most harmless person , well when hes not a giant green smashing machine. 

 Bruce nods, pulling johnny out with him, you can hear Johnny whine behind you but your eyes don’t leave Tonys.

” What up buttercup?“ he asks as he tinkers with something infront of him

” What did you say to him ? “ you question ,

” I don’t know what you’re-“

” Cut the shit Tony, you know exactly what I’m talking about.“ you bark .

He sighs, setting down his screwdriver. ” Y/n, you know I love you . But Robocop -“

” Don’t call him that Tony. “ you growl at his nickname for Bucky. He puts his hands up in surrender.

” Alright alright, calm down. I may have pointed of the danger he could put you in by pursuing  whatever you two had going on .“

 If there wasn’t a lab table between the two of you , you would already be launching yourself at him .

” Who made you the boss of me ? The last time I checked, you weren’t my father Tony. You don’t have the right to decide whats safe for me or what isn’t!“

"You don't know all the things hes capable of , the things hes done. He could hurt you y/n! What if he switches back into the soldier huh? Or has a nightmare and hurts you on accident ? OR what if hydra-”

Originally posted by schedulingemotions

“ You son of a bitch . How dare you  .  Do you know how he sees himself? You had the nerve to point out irrelevant things that probably made him feel worse ! I was helping him Tony!  You hate when people use your past against you , and you just did it to him! I can handle anything that would of happened . Do you know he wont even talk to me now? Not only did I lose the man I love, but I lost my best fucking friend because you cant mind your own damn business Stark!” you shout , tears of frustration spilling from your eyes.

“ I did it for you .”

 At his words you lose control  , before you can bolt towards him an arm wraps around your waist.

“ What the hell is going on!” Steve Shouts , he tightens his grip on you as you struggle against his arm.

“ Tell him Tony, Tell him what you fucking did !” you yell through the tears. Your frustration turned into pure sadness now. You’re hurt beyond belief at what Tony has done, and at Bucky for not fighting for you . He gave right into Tonys words.  You stop fighting against Steve as Tony tells him what was said, you melt into his arms as you sob into his chest.

“ Y/n I-”

“ Don’t.  I think you’ve done enough.” Steve says , tugging you  with him out of the lab.

 " Where is he?“ you ask once youre out of the lab.

"gym.” steve answers .  Huh, I thought hed put up more of a fight . 

You go directly to the gym, angrily ripping open the doors. Bucky grabs onto the swinging punching bag, stilling it as his eyes lock on yours.  He doesn’t say a word as he goes back to his workout .

“ Oh no you don’t. "  you stomp towards him, putting yourself between him and the bag.

” Are you out of your damn mind! What if I accidentally hit you! “ he yells .

” You let Tony get into your fucking head !? I thought you were smarter than that!“ your voice echoes through the gym .

” He was right though! There’s too many ways you could get hurt with me Y/n, I was too blinded to even consider the risks. “

” You are one stupid bitch, you know that Barnes?“

” Did you just call me a bitch?“

"  I was so worried about making a decision for you , but you had no fucking problem making mine for me.  I knew the risks of being with you , but they weren’t enough to push  me away .  You did that all by your self by deciding for me.” you growl

He stays silent as the realization of your words sink in .

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

“ You aren’t a puppet anymore , others words shouldn’t interfere with your wants .  You wanted me before Tony opened his damn mouth , but as soon as he made you feel like you were doing something wrong, you completely flipped your view. You’re your own person now , the sooner you fucking realize it the better. ”

You leave the gym, letting the tears you managed to hold in loose.


  Two days later

“ Miss Y/n, your presence is required in the common room.” FRIDAYs voice booms.

You groan while rolling yourself out of your bed.  You’ve spent the last two days locked on your floor by yourself, mainly sleeping or binging on Netflix. You haven’t forgiven Tony or Bucky . You know you shouldn’t really be as mad at Bucky, it just hurt that you thought you meant enough to him that hed tell Tony to shove it up his ass. But apparently not. 

 You stretch your arms as you ride on the elevator, when you arrive on the communal floor you let out a loud yawn  .

 " You’ve been sleeping for like two days, there is no way youre tired. “ Tony says from his seat at the kitchen table. Upon seeing him , you swirl yourself around heading back to the elevators. Nope, not today Satan. 

When you turn you walk into a solid wall of muscle.

” What the -“

” I don’t think so Doll.“ Bucky says, his hands holding on to your arms to balance you . You tug out of his hold, sending him your classic bitch face .

” Do you guys have daily meetings now to make my decisions for me ? “ you snap , watching both of them look anything but happy.

Originally posted by direwolfees

” Listen , we were both wrong. I shouldn’t of stuck my nose in your business. You’re a big girl , I thought I was looking out for you  . “ Tony says quietly . You know how hard it is for him to admit he was wrong. You’ve only actually seen him acknowledge his mistakes like twice ; after all, he’s still Tony Stark .

” I understand that Tony, and I love you for looking out for me. Maybe next time do it a little less fatherly. “ you suggest with a sympathetic smile. You know he didn’t mean any harm . 

You move to him, kissing his cheek to show you really aren’t mad .He hugs you to him , then dismisses himself ; leaving just you & Bucky alone.

” I never want to you hurt, physically or emotionally. “ he starts, you send him a ‘too late’ kinda glare . He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he adds, ” I love you, and it scares me . Everything ive ever cared for has been torn away from me before. I couldn’t stand the thought of that happening with you , so when Tony pointed out all the risks , I panicked. I thought it’d be easier if  I ended it ,before it was done for me .“ 

 You can hear the pain and hints of regret in his voice, breaking your heart when you realize how this hurt him as much as it did you.

” No one will take me away from you Bucky .  you cant let the 'what ifs’ stop you from doing things. Everytime we have a mission, there is always that 'what if we die?’ but we go anyway , don’t we ?“ you ask  , tilting his face so hes looking at you instead of his feet. He leans into your hand, the warmth from his cheek sending shivers down your arm.

Originally posted by yespleasedanielgillies

"I love you .” your voice is barely above a whisper. He steps forward , leaning down to press his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet but quick,

“ I love you doll."  His lips brush against yours as he speaks. When the last word leaves his lips you crash your lips back against his  in a fiery kiss. He doesn’t break the kiss as bends a bit to lift you , placing you on the counter top near the two of you .

Originally posted by brokenheartstrings16

You lock your  legs around him, dragging his body closer to yours as the kiss gets hotter. Bucky nips at your lip, then continues nipping down your neck. You moan as he lifts your shirt over your head, his mouth immediately wrapping around your bare nipple, sucking it harshly. He goes to do the same to the other when you stop him .

” You’re not going to leave me after this again ,are you?“ you ask, there was more fear in your voice than youd like to admit.

” Absolutely not , I’m so sorry Y/n.“ he says. You nod, tugging him by his shirt into another kiss. 

” As happy as I am that this is fixed, can you not do this where we all eat?“ Steve says from the doorway . You quickly press your naked chest against Bucky to cover yourself. You hear Johnny and Sam cracking  up from beside Steve.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

” Too late babe, I already saved that picture up here .“ he says, tapping his temple. ” By the way , you have amazing-“

” Finish that sentence and I can guarantee youll wake up with no eyebrows Storm.“ Bucky says over his shoulder.  You hear sam snicker ,

” Ill do it to you just for fun birdboy.“ he threatens Sam . Now it was Steve that was laughing, he tossed your shirt at you from where Buck tossed It .

 After youre covered Bucky takes your hand ,leading you out of the kitchen . As you pass him , you punch Johnny in the shoulder and mouth ” dick “ to him . He winks at you with a smile.  What a dweeb .

Originally posted by grounderbellamy-archive

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Still Into You

Anon said: hiii💕 so i wanted to request a BTS fluff where a member sings ‘still into you’ by paramore as a confession. i don’t mind which member, just whoever you feel fits! love yooouuu.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7k

Song recommendation: Still Into You, Paramore (acustic)

A/n: Okay, I do feel a bit better now, so I decided to do this for you guys, thanks for waiting, I am sorry if this is not that good, I tried my best… Love you 💕 💕  


Jungkook pov

She was so pretty.

The way her hair frames her face perfectly, her beautiful eyes, that were now stuck to the screen, they were beautiful too. I have seen the same girl for almost my whole life, but strangely, I wasn’t bored of her.

I have seen her since we were 5 years old, I remember that day perfectly, that was the day we started being best friends, that hasn’t changed, and it won’t.

*flashback*

“JUNGKOOK” the teacher shouted at me. I looked up at her, with the red marker on my hand. “Stop drawing on the tables or you won’t have your break time, did you hear me?” She was too close, I wanted to cry.

“But, teacher, he is drawing a dog!” I heard a voice coming from the back of the classroom.

“What’s your point, (y/n)? He is drawing on the table, and that’s really bad.” The teacher shouted again.

“But you draw on that white thing every day, why can’t he draw a little innocent dog on another white thing?” The girl got up and stood next to my chair.

“Because this white thing on the wall, which is called a board, and I can clean it up when I’m done.” The teacher said again, I was scared, but the girl next to me didn’t seem to be.

“But I can clean it!! Look!!” The girl licked her hand, and started rubbing it on the table, but not even getting near my drawing.

“STOP! (y/n), Jungkook, you both will stay here during the break.” And with that the bell rang. “Everyone can go out, except for you two.” She pointed at us and took a seat on her big chair, taking her phone out.

“Hey! Nice drawing!” The girl said, I smiled, she was sweet. “Anyway, is this your dog?” I nodded. “Cute! I wished I had a dog, but my mum won’t let me.” Her bottom lip grew bigger as she looked sad to the floor.

“You can come to my house tomorrow after school!!” I said getting up. She smiled and hugged me, she was warm.

“Thank youuuu!!” She smiled and broke the hug. “You are called Jungkook, right?” I nodded, smiling. “That’s too long, now that we are friends I cannot call you like that. You are Kookie. Like the cookies you eat, but this time it’s not eatable, right?” I nodded, laughing. “But, what if you are eatable?” She looked intimidating, but with a smile on her face, I didn’t feel scared. “Let me bite you!!” She grabbed my arm, and I started running.

We both ended up getting shouted at by the teacher, that lead in us not going out during break time for a week. But after that week, we decided to just stay at the classroom for the rest of the year.

*end of flashback*

After that we became best friends, going to each other houses every now and then, to eventually having many sleepovers, that after some time moved to the living room, instead of our bedroom, because her parents were concerned when we reached 15. My parents and me totally understood that. Eventually, our parents became best friends, I mean, after your kids spend most of the time with each other it’s quite difficult for their families to not to talk.

She looked at me, taking me out of the world on my head.

“What’s up, Kookie?” She laughed, making me laugh as well. Not getting what she meant, I hummed, trying to make her continue. “You were staring at me, is everything okay?”

I should have looked really confused, because she laughed again, this time getting up.

“Where are you going?” I asked, making her stop, and look back at me.

“I am going to pee, what are you? My dad?” She laughed, mocking my voice, disappearing through the bathroom door seconds after.

At first I though that this little butterflies I got every time she looked at me will just go away after some time, but 15 years later I came to the conclusion that they won’t. I thought that this feeling of wanting to hug her and kiss her, were just because of us being teenagers, but I don’t think that anymore. I decided to just accept that I was in love with my best friend, and finally I was going to ask her to be mine tomorrow.

A vibration on the sofa took me out of my thoughts again. Her phone was ringing, so I took it, and picked up after reading her mom’s contact on the screen.

“Hey!” I said once the phone was on my ear.

“Jungkook! How are you honey? Is everything okay?” Her mum asked, realising it was my voice.

“I’m great, as well as your daughter, who is in the bathroom at the moment. How’s everyone there?”

“Oh, everyone is doing great, missing you guys tho… Is her new apartment okay? I know she is not a great cook, is she ordering take out?”

“Oh, don’t worry, she is living on takeout and frozen food… Since I just make basic stuff and your daughter burnt the cake she tried to make.” I heard a laugh on the other side of the phone and a “Hey!” coming from y/n, who was walking to the sofa looking at me.

She jumped on my lap and stole the phone from my hands, putting it on hands free.

“Hi mum!” She started saying, and even if I heard everything, I couldn’t concentrate, I was nervous. I haven’t ever wondered if she liked me back as much as I did this month. But I hope all of this was worth it, I just wished and hoped she accepted my heart.

“Kookie!” She shouted in my face making me jump. “Gosh, are you okay? You seem really lost today” She left the phone on the table and looked at me. She was right, I was lost, but I was lost thanks to her.

“Can I ask you to come with me tomorrow somewhere?” I asked out of the blue.

She laughed, messing my hair up with her hand. I loved when she did that.

“Sure, can I ask where?” She smiled at me.

“Not really, it’s a surprise” I said smiling as well.

“Ohhhh, a surprise? How cute, my little Kookie prepared a surprise for me!!” She started laughing “Will I like it?”

“That depends” I responded truthfully.

“Oh, okay… I guess I cannot ask what it depends on, right?”

“Right”

-

The day was finally here and I was waiting outside her door. I rubbed my hands on my jeans, noticing how much I was sweating just by thinking of today.

I had been preparing this day for months now, taking guitar classes and talking to the school. I just wanted this to be good, that way, even if she rejected me, she could remember this day as a really good one.

She came out of the door wearing some black jeans and a shirt, even if she was dressed that casual, she still looked stunning.

“Shall we go? I am impatient to see what my little Jungkookie made!” She said, grabbing my arm and running to the car.

The ride to the school was all singing to old records on the radio and lots of laughing, in other words, the same as every other ride with her.

“JUNGKOOK?” She shouted once she realised where we were. “ISN’T THIS OUR KINDERGARTEN?” She said excited unbuckling her seatbelt. I was glad that she recognised it.

“Yes, the same one we met each other in” I said opening my door and getting out, walking to hers and doing the same for her to get out of the car.

“I can’t believe it, I remember that day as if it was yesterday.” She said jumping.

“I do too, but come on, I need to show you other things too.”

Getting inside the building, we saw many kids running around, shouting and playing. It was lunch time, so that meant that the classrooms were free. I stopped in front of a door, opening it and making her enter the room first.

It was the classroom we were in the day we became friends.

“I remember all of this, gosh. That was your table, and that was mine.” She said walking towards the back of the classroom, that gave me time to go behind the door and take the guitar that I had ask  the teacher to hid for me.

“Y/n, there’s a reason why I brought you here. Please take a seat.” I said taking two chairs, one for her and the other for myself. She smiled and sat down, I did the same.

After some seconds of staring at her, I took a deep breath and started playing.

Can’t count the years on one hand
That we’ve been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better

It’s not a walk in the park
To love each other
But when our fingers interlock,
Can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it
'Cause after all this time I’m still into you

I looked at at her, she was smiling, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t saw her eyes watering, but, if I had to be honest, mine were too.

I should be over all the butterflies
But I’m into you
And baby even on our worst nights
I’m into you
Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don’t really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time I’m still into you


“Y/n, I am in love with you, I have always been.” I left the guitar on the floor and took her hands. “Will you be my girlfriend and love me just as much as I love you?”

Don’t leave me

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Kai gets hurt in a fight

Another fight went by. Another tough fight for what’s right and for safety for all the people in Mystic Falls and for your and all of your friends’ safety, but nost importantly, for Kai. He was the love of your life, your soulmate and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. You were a witch that helped him with his powers and vice versa. He was always there for you, when you were sad, he would cheer you up in a goofy way, but you loved it. He was the only one who could make you smile again after everything you’ve been through and maybe that’s why you trusted him so much.

Everyone wss celebrating and agreed to go to the Mystic Grill to celebrate with a couple of drinks and you couldn’t hide a huge smile from your face, because that seemed like a wonderful idea. You hugged Bonnie and chuckled, but you kept looking around, wanting to hug Kai and celebrate with him. Every second that passed and you couldn’t find him, a smile was fading away slowly.

‘Where’s Kai?’ You asked and kept looking around, Kai nowhere to be seen. Your breathing became shallow and faster, you heart beating so fast as if it was ready to jump out of your chest

'I’m sure he’s around somewhere. Maybe he’s already at the Grill waiting for us.’ Stefan said and chuckled, putting his arm around Caroline as they all walked towards the Grill. Maybe Stefan was right. Maybe Kai was already there and wanted to surprise you. Damon placed his arm around you, his hand hanging from your shoulder and something inside you told you to look behind. You removed Damon’s arm from your shoulder and turned around, your eyes finding someone laying on the street. Your heart stopped at the sight, as you were standing frozen. The only thing you could see was a black sillhouette but you immediately knew it was Kai.

'Kai!’ You screamed out as loud as you could and started running towards him, making everyone around you turn around and follow you. Once you came closer, he was covered in blood, a stake shoved deeply into his chest, a small pool of blood around him becoming bigger with each second.

'Kai! Kai’ you cried out his name, tears forming in your eyes as you placed your hands around the stake and put a pressure on it, trying to stop him from bleeding out even more. 'You’re going to be fine, ok? You’ll be just fine! You’re not going to die!’ Tears kept falling down your cheeks an onto the cold street, blood around Kai staining your jeans. Your hands were covered in his blood, but you refused to move or let go.

'I’m- I’m sorry.’ He stuttered and looked at you, his hand grabbing onto your hand tightly.

'Shh, don’t talk, ok?’ You muttered and looked at Kai, blood covering your hands, making you cry even more. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down. You’ve never been that scared in your life and your biggest fear was losing Kai and seeing him like that made has awoken your biggest fear.

'I’m not going to make it. You need to know something.’ He whispered, his hand still placed on your arm, his grip a lot lighter than before. You closed your eyes for a few second and took a deep breath, trying to suppress your cryind and trying to be strong, but on the inside, you were falling spart.

'I can use my magic to heal you, I can do it, just let me-’

'Don’t do it. You have to let me go. We had a great time together, but I have to go.’ He showed you a weak smile and closed his eyes for a brief second, your crying becoming clearer to the sight.

'No, no! I won’t let you go. You can’t leave now, do you understand? You can’t leave me- I- I need you, Kai. You’re everything to me.’ You cried out and leaned down, your forehead pressed on his, your eyes closed as you felt his hot breath on your lips.

'He doesn’t have much time! Let me take him to the hospital with Damon where they can help him!’ Caroline ordered.

'We’ll see eachother again. You’ll be ok, I know that.’ You kissed his lips gently and stood up as Caroline and Damon ran quickly towards the hospital. You stood there frozen in one place, holding your hands out in front of your body. You looked down and saw them completely covered in Kai’ s blood, dripping down on the street.

'Hey, I know that he’ll be fine. He always makes it so you have nothing to worry abou, ok?’ Bonnie told you, standing in front of you, her hands firmly pressing your shoulders, but you didn’t hear a thing. You kept looking into one direction, thinking of Kai’s body laying helplessly on the cold street. 'Do you hear me? Hey!’ You finally snapped out of it and wiped your hands as much as you could on your already blood stained jeans, a single tear streaming down your face.

'We have to- we have to go! I- I have to go!’ You stated and started running towards the hospital, warm breeze gently caressing your cheeks, your hands now stained with a dried up blood. You ran into the hospital swiftly, walking fast and looking for Kai. You walked into a narrow, well lit up hallway and saw Damon pacing around it with his arms crossed and Caroline sitting on one of the chairs, leaned down, her hands covering her face.

'Damon!’ You said and ran towards him, his arms wrapping around you for a quicky hug.

'Where is he? Is he- Is he ok?’ You asked, your voice cracking on the last word.

'He’s in surgery now. We don’t know anything, except that he’s lost a lot of blood.’ Damon trailed off as you ran you fingers through your hair and took a deep breath, your heart still beating faster than usual.

'But, he’s going to make it, right? He has to, I-’ you swallowed hard, Damon’s arms wrapping around you as you sobbed into his chest, his hand caressing the back of your head gently.

'Of course he will. He’s strong and you know it. I just don’t understand why didn’t he want me to help him. I could’ve given him some of my blood and by now he would be healed.’ Damon muttered as you pulled away, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You sighed deeply and sat down, your fingers running through your hair.

'You know how stubborn he is. He’s always like that and it’s driving me crazy.’ You trailed off and looked down at your feet.

'Good evening. Are you Malachai Parker’s family?’ You heard a male voice and lifted your head up, doctor standing in front of you. You quickly stood up and took a few steps closer.

'I’m his girlfriend. Is he alright?’ You asked, fear in your voice.

'He’s stable. He’s lost a lot of blood and if he was stabbed only a few more inches to the left, he would be dead, but we managed to save him. He needs a lot of rest and nurses will be monitoring him 24/7. He’s in good hands.’ Doctor stated, a touch of relief traveling through your body as you took a deep breath and sighed, a smile appearing on your face, knowing that Kai was ok.

'Can I- can I see him?’ You asked, your voice quiet and weak.

'You can but not for long. He-’

'Please. I need to see him. I need to see that he’s ok. Please.’

Doctor sighed and after a few moments he agreed to it and led you to the room Kai was in. You quietly walked in and closed the door behind you, a single light burning slightly in the room. As soon as you walked in, your eyes were glue to Kai, laying on that bed, with monitor beeping next to him. You placed a hand on your mouth, trying to suppress your crying as you sat down on the chair that was placed next to the bed, your hand placing gently on top of Kai’s. A single tear rolled down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away.

'Hey’ you whispered, your voice cracking. 'Just come back to me, ok? That’s everything I want.’ You leaned down and gave a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, your thumb gently caressing it.

You spent hours sitting next to him, watching his breathing and watching his heartbeat on the monitor.
Three days went by and you were still next to him. Damon, Caroline, Bonnie, all of them tried to persuade you to go home, get some rest, but you refused. You wanted to be next to him when he wakes up. You slept on the couch that was in the room, covering yourself with a small blanket that only covered half of your body, but you didn’t mind. As long as it meant that you were next to Kai, you were fine.

Your fingers were intertwined with his fingers as you ran your fingers through his hair and gently kissed his forehead when you felt a slight grip on your hand. You instantly looked down and then looked at Kai who was slowly opening his eyes. Your eyes went wide and a huge smile flashed across your face. You quickly ran out of the room and called the doctor to check on him. He was stable and he wasn’t in life danger anymore. Doctor informed you about everything and left you alone with him again as you couldn’t let his hand go.

'Hey.’ You said gently and sat on the chair next to his bed.

'Hey.’ He murmured.

'How are you feeling?’

'Like I was hit by a bus. Everything hurts.’ Kai whispered and showed you a weak smile that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t contain the happiness that was traveling through your body. Out of nowhere, a few tears rolled down your cheeks and fell down on the bed, Kai’s gaze locked on you.

'Hey, don’t cry. I’ll be alright.’ He said and caressed your hand with his thumb.

'I know, I’m just- happy to see those beautiful eyes of yours and your smile again. I thought I had lost you.’ you stuttered and wiped your tears away.

'You know I’ll always come back to you. Remember that. I wouldn’t leave you just like that.’

'Why didn’t you want Damon’s blood to heal you?’ You asked him, worry obvious on your face.

'Because I love when you take care of me.’ He winked at you, making you chuckle. Even in his state, he was still making jokes.

'You could have died.’

'But I didn’t. I’m still here and if it would make you feel better, I will let Damon feed me his blood so we can be crazy like before.’ He said jokingly as you playfully slapped his hand. He winced and muttered a quiet ’ow’ making your eyes wide.

'Omg I’m so sorry, I-’

'I’m kidding.’ He laughed lightly, but stopped because of the awful pain in his chest.

'You idiot. You scared the hell out of me.’

'I know, but you know I have to tease you a little bit.’

'I know.’

'Come here.’ He muttered as you stood up and leaned down, your faces only inches apart.

'I love you, you crazy idiot.’ You said and laughed.

'I love you too. Forever.’ You pressed your lips on his gently, feeling his lips again that you thought you would never feel again. You pulled away and then pecked his lips one more time before getting on the bed next to him and covering yourself with a blanket, placing your head on Kai’s shoulder carefully, your fingers intertwined with his.

Tension and fear in your body was gone and you felt relieved knowing that Kai wasn’t going anywhere and that he was going to be fine, because you were by his side, ready to help him through everything and anything.