it took me like three damn hours

Hold on for Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Peter gets badly hurt from a mission and it’s up to you to save him.

Word Count: 1658

Warnings: swearing (minimal), self doubt

Requested: by myself? lmao

Dear Reader: I altered this so that Peter lives with the Avengers. The time setting is right before Civil War. The reader has the ability to control objects by listening to their frequencies, therefore allowing her to control the object.   

Originally posted by parkery

“Tony Stark you come back here right now!” You said. Tony walked back, “it’s nothing personal, (y/n). This mission’s just dangerous.” He shrugged. Yo glared at him, “Oh so the other missions I’ve been allowed to go on weren’t dangerous?!” You retorted. Bucky walked over to you, “Tony, just let her go, she’s been benched from the last mission already.” He defended. “No can do, metal arm. FRIDAY, make sure Miss (y/n) doesn’t leave the building until we come back.” Tony said. “Asshole!” You said. Your vision blurred with anger, and you didn’t notice the kitchen knives floating towards your friends until the last second. You let go of the vibrations, dropping the kitchen knives with your power. “I-I’m sorry.” You mumbled. Sam chuckled, “Why do we own so many kitchen knives?” He said jokingly. You gave him an awkward smile. Tony sighed and patted your shoulder, “We’ll be back before you know it.” You nodded silently to Tony and sighed to yourself, daring to take a look at Peter before he left. He walked over to you and took off his mask, “Hey, we’ll come back. We’re still on for movie night,right?” He said awkwardly. You gripped his hand playfully, “Yeah,yeah. Don’t die out there, Parker.” You said, smiling. You waved them goodbye, walked back into the living room, and plopped down next to Steve. You tried focusing on the TV, but your mind wandered elsewhere. 

You thought of the first time you met Peter, when the Avengers were evaluating your powers. He was so astonished when you used your powers to feel the frequency of his body and the air around it that you made him float a foot into the air! “Woah I’m freaking flying!” He’d said. “O-ok you can put me down now,” He’d said a second later. You thought of how he’d bite his thumb when he was thinking, or his smile when you’d show up with ice cream and movies to binge watch. You thought of how you both wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, so he’d swing you both around the city, how your faces were inches apart, how he smelled like the night air and a faint smell of cookies when he pulled you towards him. You thought of how the nightmares of your parents death came back to haunt you, you’d wake up  screaming and Peter would come rushing in your room in a second, forgetting how nervous he’d be around you and cradling you until you’d fall asleep. “You’re doing it again.” Steve interrupted. You blinked at him, “Doing what?” He said, “You’re thinking. About Peter I presume?” Jesus Christ, can he read minds too? “I…uh,how did you-how’d you know?” You stammered. “Lucky guess?” He shrugged. “Plus that crush isn’t so subtle.” He chuckled. You playfully punched his arm. “Oh my god, who knows?!” You whispered. “Everyone except for Peter himself.” He said. You thanked god for that. Steve turned to face you, “Look, I can’t read minds like Wanda, but I think he’d say yes to a date with you.” He smirked. “Steve, I don’t know. Maybe it’s not a good idea.” You mumbled. The thought of Peter Parker, the Spider-Man, going on a date with you, the girl who can’t get a single mission right, made your thoughts jumbled. “Look, (y/n), even Bruce thinks he likes you, and Bruce is holed up in that lab all day.” He said. “Doctor Banner would like to inform you, Mr. Rogers, that he is not the one stuck behind a shield and a flag.” FRIDAY interrupted. You laughed, and it felt good. Maybe you should listen to Steve and take the shot. You looked up at Steve, his baby blue eyes sparkling with hope. “Ok, maybe I wi-” you started.

 Before you could process what happened, FRIDAY’s voice boomed over the building. “Miss (y/n), please report to the med-bay, Mr. Stark would like to inform you that Mr. Parker’s vitals are dropping rapidly.” She said. You jumped up and ran, Steve close behind. The sight of Peter’s limp body almost sent you into shock, but you had to remember your priority: Get him alive. You shrugged on a pair of scrubs and rushed to Peter. “P-Peter, you’re okay, you’re okay,” You said, more for yourself than for him. He smiled, then winced at the action. “I can’t wait to see that movie, (y/n).” He said. A tear dropped from your eye as he said your name. You checked the screen above him, the one monitoring his vitals. His heart was beating dangerously slow, and he wasn’t getting enough oxygen. You turned to Tony and Nat, “What the hell happened?!” You whisper-screamed. “We were attacked by a-what did agent daisy call it?” Tony said. “An inhuman.” Nat finished. This time Clint spoke up, “This inhuman had the ability to show the death of a person you lo-loved.” He said, giving a blank stare. “I-it affected Peter more than us. He started yelling at the inhuman and we,” he motioned, “We were incapacitated, like held in place by some invisible force.” Clint said. “Anyways, Peter got hit by a piece of shrapnel, it lodged near his diaphragm .” Tony said, staring at Peter. You pinned up your hair, “I-I can’t do this.” You whispered, backing away from the table where Peter was laying. Steve gripped your arms, making sure you didn’t fall over. Tony grabbed your hand, “Hey,hey. You can do this. We didn’t recruit you just because you had powers,” He said, making eye contact. You took a deep breath and moved over to Peter. “You’re the only one with experience for this.” He finished. It was true, your mother was a head surgeon back in your home town and she brought you along whenever she could, guiding you on test dummies and easing you into the medical field. “O-okay,” you said, slipping on a pair of gloves. “Bruce, I need 15 milligrams of Librium. And not a a gram more, it could swell up his arteries and the shrapnel could puncture it.” You said. Everyone backed away as you did your thing. “FRIDAY, I need a live x-ray scan of Peter’s chest. We need to locate that shrapnel.” You said. “Right away, Miss (y/n).” She said, pulling up what you asked for. The shrapnel near Peter’s chest was dangerously close to a major artery, one wrong move and it could puncture it and kill Peter. You steadied your hands, you’ve done this before, there was no reason to worry. Except that this was your best friend’s life in your hands. Yeah, no pressure. Bruce handed you the sedative, “Okay, lodge it on your 7.” He said. You nodded and looked back at Peter. “Peter, focus on my voice. This will sedate you, you won’t feel anything but you will be awake. I need you to hold on for me, okay?” You said, cupping his cheek in your hand. He nodded, his skin growing paler by the minute. You placed the sedative in him. 

The surgery took three hours. It felt like an eternity. You carefully placed the damned piece of shrapnel on a metal tray. You smiled, “Peter, it worked! You’re okay, you’re o-okay.” You said placing your forehead on his. “I-I knew you could do it.” He said, swallowing. You smiled at him. Then you heard what you had dreaded the most, the flatline. It rang in your ears, seeming to echo into your brain. “No, no no no no.” You squeaked. You grabbed a set of defibrillators. Dr. Banner charged it up, “Charging, 200 volts.” He said. Peter’s body jerked up violently. “Peter!” You screamed and Bucky pulled you back. “Charging, 500 volts.” Bruce said. All you heard was Peter’s voice in your head, telling you he believed in you. Bucky kept his metal arm against you, and you knew it was pointless to struggle. “Charging 700 volts.” Bruce said a final time. You could only feel the hot tears trailing paths down your face. You had to feel him one last time. You concentrated on the frequency of the metal in Bucky’s arm. You bent it away from your chest. You ran to Peter’s side. You cried on his chest. “Peter,” You whispered, grasping his hand. You cupped your hands on his face, and kissed him. His lips tasted of caramel, yet he couldn’t kiss back. You rested your forehead on his. Everyone laid a hand on you, urging you to step back. “I can’t lose you, damn it. Peter, please wake up, love.” You whispered. What happened next left you shocked. You stopped leaning over Peter and gripped Tony’s arm for support. Peter’s face was so close, yet lifeless. You closed your eyes as the tears came. 

“Did you just call me love?” Someone said. Your eyes widened as you realized who’s voice it was. You sighed, “Peter.” You screamed, as if that one word meant everything. He smiled and you kissed his forehead. “I-i didn’t mean t-to call you,” You stammered. Forgetting the tubes strapped to him, Peter sat up. You gasped. He healed fast. He winced, “And you kissed me, didn’t you.” He said. You laughed, your faces inches away, the way they used to be. “I didn’t mean to d-do that,” You mumbled. You stared at the ground, the rest of the Avengers trying to process what happened. You closed your eyes, and felt the familiar taste of caramel? You opened your eyes, and stared at Peter’s hands gripping yours and melted into the kiss. He pulled away after a few more seconds. “H-how? You died!” You said. “I told you I knew you could do it.” He said, laughing. “Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds, but I’m glad your not dead, spider boy.” Tony said, chuckling. Sam popped a bottle of champagne from the kitchen, “Cheers! Except for you two, you’re still underage.” He said. You laughed, then grasped Peter’s suit and kissed him roughly before pulling away. His eyes were wide with delight, “You are never allowed to die on me again, Parker.” You said, looking him in the eye. “Y-yes ma'am.” He mumbled. You hugged him. “(Y/n), can’t breathe!” He said. You let go quickly and smiled. “So, we still on for that movie night?” He asked. Your smile widened, “I think it counts as a date now, right?” You said, sitting down next to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, “Fine by me.” He said leaning his head on yours. 

My first Peter Parker/Marvel imagine omggg. Comment or ask me if u wanna be tagged in future Peter Parker/Marvel imagines and stuff. Hope y’all liked it ❤️

Love And A Throttle

Part One;
We All Fall Down

Fandom: Sons Of Anarchy
Pairing: Jax Teller x OC (Danielle)
Words: 3,898
Rating: NSFW, 18+ Only, Angst/Fluff/Smut
Warning: Emotional feels/trauma, Angst, Cheating, Language, Adult themes/situations, Graphic material, Violence/fighting, Character death, Smut, Hot biker boys, Established OC character, etc.

Note: So, a friend of mine suggested that since there seems to be a limited amount of fics/stories on here for some of the characters I’ve written for, that I should post here as well! I’m going to give it a try with this one, and see how it goes! This first part has major references to character death, angst, and graphic material. Please be aware, if any of those are your triggers!

Originally posted by rocknhell

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Remedy (2)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

(Taglist is closed! It wont let me add more. Sorry!)

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

Remedy (1)

It took a good hour until all her wounds were tended to. Bruce had a pained expression on his face the entire time he was attending to her, probably unwillingly imagining the grim images of what was done to her, just as I had been doing.

“She seems to be fixated on you” Bruce said as he disposed of his latex gloves. “she trusts you; for as far as she can trust anyone”

I sighed, biting my lower lip, a nervous tick that I can’t seem to get rid of. “I noticed. What am I supposed to do with that?”

“I know it’s inconvenient, but you’re gonna have to be the one to take care of her. If she’s ever going to speak, it’ll be with you” Bruce said matter-of-factly.

“It’s not inconvenient” I said all too quickly. “I just..” another sigh left me, “I’m not good at this kind of thing”

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Story Time! Pt.3

Series Tittle: Interview.

Current Celebrity Crush; Tom Hiddleston

Summary: After getting engaged Tom gets invited to the Chatty Man show. Where he talks about how the night of your proposal went down. Embarrassing you in front of everyone.

Warnings; Fluff,


I was sitting in the front row of the public at the show. So the camera’s would turn to my direction every time Tom said anything cute or embarrassing. So when the host asked him how did the proposal went your face and Tom’s turned sligthly red but you both laughed it off. “It was quite interesting really.” He says to the microphone and wipes fake sweat off his forehead and the public laughs. The camera’s turn to me and I cover my mouth with my hands as I laugh.

“Am I the only one who wants a demonstration?” The host asks to the public and everyone goes wild. I bite my lip and smile. Tom crosses looks with me and I could hear his devilish giggles in my head like when he had just done something.

He stands up and walks around the glass table with the microphone in hand. “So we went on a little five-days vacation, and the first day we spent at the beach. I already had the ring and I was supposed to propose on the last day, I had surprises and all.” His tone is eager as he scratches his chin.

“We go to our suite, I order food and she goes to take a shower. And I’m not lying when I say she took like THREE damn hours to come out of that bathroom.” He chuckles and looks at me as he says his next words. “But baby when you did you were the most gorgeous person to ever stand before my eyes.” I throw a kiss at him feeling ecstatic.

“She was wearing this Loki hoodie I’d gotten her a while ago. And her hair was dripping wet and she did not have a single drop of makeup on her face but her cheeks were sunburned and it was adorable. So I literally got dowm from the bed and grabbed the ring and I give it to her and I said “This is everything I wanna see for the rest of my life.”

The audience reacts to that and you look down at your ring. You hoped he didn’t say the next part but you deep down knew he was going to. And deep deep down, you didn’t really mind. “But no no no, it wasn’t all beautiful and pink.” He clicks his tounge and you laugh knowingly. “She literally threw the ring to the side!” He yells and you cover your face. “She looked at me in the eyes all excited and at the verge of tears and THREW THE RING TO THE SIDE!” You laugh even harder remembering the confusion and shock in his eyes. You didn’t know what the hell had happened you just got so excited you stopped working like a human being.

“When she realizes what she’s done she starts to weep so I hold her and comfort her even tho I’m completely clueless of what had happened.” The audience laughs at his imitation of what he looked like that day. You are now trying to hold back the tears as a result of your laughing. “So I thought here I am about to get rejected. And she is the one crying.”

“When she stopped whipping I question her, scared that she’s going to say she’s not ready to marry or something but she looks at me with this thrilled face and this gigantic smile and says “I’m sorry I’m just so happy I forgot how to function” .“ Everyone in the audience and even the hosts laugh again and my face turns bright red when the camera’s once more turn to me.

“I remember laughing soo hard as she got the ring and gave it to me to put on her finger. I couldn’t even make the words to ask her to marry me properly” he laughs and so does the public once more.“

"And after she accepted what happened?” The host asks curiously and Tom grinned. Some music starts playing and Tom does a little dance that has me shook. He looked so hot while doing it that my mouth dropped and I chuckled nervously.

This man would be the death of me.

Originally posted by gray-eyes-nadiiaa

Love Game: Day 1-The Incident

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 930

A/N: This is based off the time I told a customer that I loved her over the phone when I started my job many years ago. Obviously, this is not what actually happened, but it made me giggle enough to make a drabble series for it. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated it! Tags are at the bottom, if you’d like to be added, please let me know!

Originally posted by hugs4sammy

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Coffee Shop Rescue IV

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1340

Summary: You’re enjoying your time with Peter, and start making connections. (I’m so so sorry this has taken so long. I just graduated college and had to move and I’m working on finding a job, and I got a one week job at a summer camp, and I got rear-ended, and yeah, life has been hectic, but I’ve missed this story so much! And mostly I miss you all! But I also wrote myself into a corner that I just figured out how to get out of, so here it goes…)

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You learned a lot about Peter over the following weeks. He was right - he was a nerd, absolutely, but so were you, just about different things. He knew photography and science, you knew literature and grammar. The common ground came to movies and tv shows, which you were both pleased to find out you had a lot in common on that front. You were more into Star Wars while he preferred Star Trek, and he liked Narnia to your Lord of the Rings, but you both loved Harry Potter possibly more than should be considered reasonable (and were both able to realize that Snape is a controversial character but not exactly a good one, which was the most important thing in regards to that fandom). You could debate the two for hours - and had - without actually getting angry at each other.

T.V. was a little different, neither of you had much to get heavily involved in shows, but you were still clinging to the ones you’d had time for in college. Peter, on the other hand, tended to jump between shows sporadically.

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A new start, part 12

Pairing:  Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 2677

Warning: Language, Angst

Part 11

Chris frowned as you tossed the phone onto the bed.  Wrapping the towel back around his waist he moved close placing a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” You knew he was just going to love this.  

“Umm, so I guess one of the leading stars had to be replaced at the last minute.  I don’t know the details of why and honestly I don’t care. But it seems to be I am going to be working with David.”  The mention of that name had Chris clenching his free hand at his side.  

“They are just telling you now?  You leave for Mexico in a week.”  With a sigh, you turned to flop down on the bed.

“Oh, I know.  I am not happy about this at all.  There is nothing I can do now, though.  I can’t break my contract.  At least it’s only for a month.  I am not one of the lead characters so I hopefully won’t have to deal with him as often.”  Chris came to sit next to you on the bed rubbing your back.

“Are you two supposed to be love interests?”

“Oh God no.  We are playing relatives actually; my character ends up with the person his character is battling against.  So there is that.”  Both of you finished dressing as the mood had been officially ruined.  Before long lunch was finished and you were back on set, filming for the afternoon.  That night you tried to make the best of what was going to be the last night together before separating again.  Dinner was takeout sushi that you were eating while sitting on the floor of the small apartment.  Chris told you how he was going to London for a few days for a comic convention after filming finished in two weeks.  There were panels he and some of the other Marvel actors were going to be part of.

Once you were done in Mexico you had another month off before starting the press tour for one of your films.  Chris would be finished with Captain America and you planned for more time alone together. “We should seriously take a vacation somewhere.  No phones or people following us.  A beach or cabin or something.”

“A beach?  Hmm maybe.  Though it is getting closer towards fall.  The holidays will be here before we know it.”  Popping one of the rolls in your mouth, you grinned.

“Wow yeah the holidays, that’s kind of crazy.  Though it will be our first holidays together.  I am looking forward to that.  We should probably figure out where we are going to be for everything.” It was the first time you had thought about that.  Would Chris survive a holiday with your family?  It could get a little crazy and country with them down in Tennessee.  

“Do you have a preference on where you want to be for what holiday?”  He sat back to think about it a moment.

“Well I would like to be in Boston for Christmas.  It’s a big deal for my family.”  You shrugged as you sipped on your wine.

“I’m good with that. My mom makes a huge Thanksgiving meal for my entire family which is a lot.  We can switch next year.”  Leaning over close he kissed you.

“I think the idea that you are planning for the holidays next year too.”

“Well why not?  I mean, you are stuck with me.”  Both of you laughed as you kissed again.  Dinner was soon forgotten.

Chris went back to Ohio promising to work on calling and texting more.  He only had the short time left of filming so it should be better.  The last day on set of Supernatural had been fun with Jared pranking you several times. With that you felt like one of the family.  It was wonderful.  Your character was alive for the end of the season and there had been talks of maybe in the future bringing her back for another episode or two as they had with previous characters.  That was something that you hoped for.

The two days between projects was nonexistent.  There had been issues with your plane tickets and getting your belongings to Mexico on time. The way it all ended up was that you arrived at 7pm on the night before you were supposed to start.  There were no big introductions with the rest of the crew.   6 am on that morning you arrived to the set out in the desert and brought in one of the many tents for makeup and wardrobe.  Your scenes were to begin once your costume and hair were complete.  The tent was busy as many of the cast was busy readying for one of the large scale shots.  

David of course was seated at one of the larger makeup stations as he was being covered with dirt for the scene.  Wanting to avoid contact with him, you found one of the side stations so they could start clipping the hair pieces into your hair.  The cellular reception was awful where you were so it was a pain trying to find something to distract yourself while they worked with you.  “[Y/N]?”

Your shoulders tensed at the sound of his voice.  Looking up, you could see David standing behind you through the reflection in the mirror.  “Hello, David.”

A cautious smile appeared on his face.  “It’s good to see you.  I’m glad we will get to work together again.”  Someone called his name from outside the test.  “Umm, I will see you in a little while I guess.”

“Yes, see you in a little bit.”  He walked off, leaving you to sigh loudly.  It was only your luck that you would have to deal with him first thing. You swore to yourself you would keep it as professional as possible.  There was no desire to have your face splashed across more magazines for acting like a fool.

With your hair done, makeup ready and costume on you stepped out into the desert sun.  Thankfully your costume was an ancient Grecian robe that was light.  The heat would have killed you if it had been anything heavier.  Your opening scene brought you face to face with all of the lead actors of the project.  It had been sometime since your character had been home and you were to reunite with your family.  The scene had to be shot from several different angles due to lighting.  This forced you to have to hug David and the actor playing his brother five times each.  It was getting old after a while but you did as you were told.

The rest of the day went all right but you were ready to be out of the sun and off set.  Most of the cast and crew were staying in small villas that were close to the beach about three miles from the set.  It took close to thirty minutes for you to scrub away the sand and sunscreen that was layered on your skin.  The only thing you wanted now was a glass of wine and to talk to Chris. It was a few hours ahead in Ohio but you tried calling anyway.  You wanted to hear his voice before you had to go to bed.

The phone rang a couple times before someone picked up.  It sounded like someone was fumbling to find it before you could hear Chris’s voice. “Give me the phone, damn it!  No Seb!  Come one man.”  There was laughing and more commotion until you heard a voice finally talk to you.

“You have reached Chris’s phone; he is busy being a pain in the ass.  This is Sebastian, how can I help you today?”  You needed the laugh for the evening so it was good to hear.

“Hi Sebastian, this is [Y/N].  I was calling to check on my boyfriend.”  

“Oh hi [Y/N]!  It’s so good to finally talk to you.”  At hearing your name Chris started yelling from the background.”

“[Y/N] the ass stole my phone!  Don’t listen to anything he says.”  You laughed quietly settling down onto the bed.

“So [Y/N] we have all heard SO much about you.  Our little Christopher is quite taken with you.”  There was a thud and a scream of pain.  “Oh fuck, I am going to kick your ass.”

You laughed harder as Chris had finally gotten his phone.  “One second babe, let me get away from him before he does it again.”  There was a closing of a door and an echoing in the background.  “That’s better.  I am hiding in the bathroom before he finds me.”

“Sounds like you are having a good time.  I wish I was there with you.”

“Mexico not going like you hoped?”

Downing half the glass of wine before you answered with a sigh.  “No.  I had scenes out in the sun all day and with him on top of that.  Just over and over with the same scene, it was a bit much for the first day.  But I will survive it all.  What are you guys up to?”

“Not a lot.  A couple of us are just hanging out having a few beers and bullshitting.  It was a physically exhausting day so we just wanted to wind down before going back tomorrow. Obviously Seb really needs to wind down more than anyone else.”  His quiet laugh made you warm all over.  

“Don’t stay up too late you don’t want the director reaming you out in the morning.  That shit sucks with a hangover.”  

“I won’t.  Get some sleep baby, you sound tired.  I will text you tomorrow.  I love you beautiful.”

“I’m going to try.  I love you too, Chris.  Talk to you tomorrow.”  That phone call made the rest of your night.  You did not care anymore about the previous portion of the day; you were able to talk to Chris.  That made up for it all.

The following two weeks went much quicker than you believed they would.  Chris finished filming and said he was going to London soon.  Though there was a day in between that he had not called at all.  He had sent a few random texts that seemed off.  This was very strange for him but there was little time to ask him why.

After the second week of your project the primary cast had been invited out by the director to dinner at one of the places on the beach.  It was about forty-five minutes from the villas so several black SUV’s were contracted to drive everyone there.  There were paparazzi waiting at the entrance to the restaurant when everyone arrived. You were glad that you had worn a long maxi dress so that you did not have to worry about flashing anyone.

Dinner went well and everyone gathered had a great time.  The food was delicious and the drinks were wonderful.  Hours later everyone piled back into the vehicles, ready to get some rest.  The paparazzi were still there with their cameras trying to get whatever shots they could.  David climbed into the front of one of the SUV’s as you climbed in the back moving all the way over, to give room for some of the others.  It had been a fun drama free night.  Something you needed very much.

Reception was still spotty when you got back to set the next day.  No calls or texts were able to come in or out.  That lasted three more days after that.  Not having access to let Chris know what was going on drove you crazy but there was nothing at this point that you could do.  After a particularly long day of filming that went till 3 o’clock in the morning on the third day you dragged yourself to bed for the day. Sometime in the afternoon you heard your phone going crazy with incoming messages that you must have missed.  Finally reception was restored.  As you picked up the phone it started ringing with Chris’s ringtone.

Answering with a sleepy “Hello?”

“I was starting to think you were ignoring me.”  Chris sounded flat and there was a lot of noise in the background making it difficult to hear him.

“I would never ignore you. There hasn’t been any reception for anyone.”  He was silent on the other end as the chaos went on around him.

“You were sleeping?” There was something very wrong. He did not sound like himself. “It’s it like 3 in the afternoon.”

“Well yeah it is.  I was filming till really late this morning. So I have been sleeping today.  I have to go back again later tonight. Chris what’s the matter?”  There may have been a grunt but it was difficult to tell.

“Nothing… So you haven’t been ignoring me?  No way to get any texts or calls out?”  The ending to the question was slurred.  

“Chris are you drunk?” He laughed but it was cold, completely unlike him.

“I’ve had a couple beers but I’m not drunk.  Had to do something while you were out living it up in Mexico with your ex.”  Now you were completely awake, as you sat up in bed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?  Living it up? I am filming and I go to sleep.  I haven’t had time to even go to the damn beach.” There was that cold laugh again.

“That’s not what the pictures, the entire world is looking at, say.”

“What pictures?  I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Oh really?  So you completely forgot getting into a car alone with your ex.  You had that green dress on.”  Rolling your eyes, you were really tempted to throw the damn phone across the room.

“I was not in a car alone with him at any time.  He sat in the front seat and I sat in the back with two other people.  We have barely spoken to each other outside of scenes. Why are you acting like this Chris? I would never do anything behind your back.  I love you.”

“Considering I couldn’t get a hold of you for days after those pictures came out I figured you weren’t above doing that.  Did all those feelings come rushing back when you say him again?”  You felt like he had slapped you across the face.  The sting hurting deep within your heart.

“You don’t trust me…  I could never…  I can’t do this if you don’t trust me.”    Your voice caught as you tried to keep from crying until you hung up.  Then you turned the phone off completely sending it somewhere off the side of the bed. Ugly sobs followed for hours.  The girls in makeup later on had a time trying to cover your swollen red eyes.  Somehow you were able to get through the scenes that night though everyone could tell something was wrong.  

The next morning you passed out cold wanting to shut everything else for a little while.  By the time you woke in the afternoon and found your phone turning it back on there were many more texts and missed calls. Most of them from Chris.  There was no desire to even look at the texts or listen to the messages.  Your heart was hurting too bad.

In London that morning:

Chris woke up lying face down on the stiff hotel bed still fully clothed.  His head was pounding as someone knocked on the door of his room. “Chris get up man, we have to be at the first panel soon.”  

He could hear one of the producers calling from behind the door.  “I’m up.  Give me a few I need to get cleaned up.”  He had had so much to drink the night before, it was fuzzy how he got back to the room. Standing from the bed he walked towards the bathroom door when his phone rang.  Hearing the ringtone brought all the memories from the previous night back.

“Oh fuck… [Y/N].  Oh shit. I’m a fucking idiot.”

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Tennessee Whiskey

Summary:  The only happiness you could ever find was at a local bar downing a bottle of whiskey. Until HE came in….

Words: 1401

Sebastian Stan x Reader

A/N: Purely based off Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton

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Originally posted by kareligomleeek

Used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I’ve known
But you rescued me from reachin’ for the bottom
And brought me back from being too far gone

I sat on the exact same barstool I’ve been using for three years. Three years last week. I shook my head as I nodded at the bartender, “just the usual, Bart.” He nodded curtly and placed a glass of whiskey in front of me. I sighed and licked my lips, sipping the alcohol, feeling it burn my throat. I snorted, thinking to myself how ironic it is that he died from a drunk driver and here I am getting sloshed for the hundredth time. I could feel the tears pricking my eyes. I glanced at the clock, 12:34. I raised my glass, “cheers, babe.”

The door chimed and I ignored it. Footsteps carried across the wooden floor and the stool squeaked as someone sat down. A husky voice rang out for Bart’s best whiskey.“

I snorted, "best in town in Tennessee whiskey.”

He chuckled, “is that right? Well, young sir, I’ll have your Tennessee Whiskey, please.”

I turned my head to catch a glimpse of the stranger. He was young, probably early to mid thirties. Dark curly hair and piercing blue eyes. What stuck out was the little smirk that seemed to be permanently placed on his full, plump lips. Bart placed a glass in front of him and he nodded a thank you. He sipped and hissed at the end. “Damn, you know your whiskey.” He tilted his glass to me and took another mouthful. He stood and slid down a few stools until he was right beside me. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing here? Alone that is.”

I snorted, “celebrating.”

He nodded, a smile filling his face. “What are we toasting too?”

I shrugged, slugging back another mouthful. “Three years to the hour my husband died in a car accident.”

His face dropped and his brows furrowed. “Jesus, I’m sor-.”

I nodded, “everyone’s sorry.”

He chewed his lip and sloshed the liquid around his glass awkwardly. “I’m Sebastian.”

I nodded quickly, “nice to meet you, Sebastian.”

He chuckled, “you don’t have a name?”

I shook my head, “not tonight.”

He laughed, “okay, Not Tonight, how about another round? On me.”

I shook my head, “thanks but no thanks.” I stood, throwing a bill down and turned, leaving Sebastian sitting alone.

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Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Rating: Mature
Genre: Smutty
Word count: 4,507

A/N: Request for Anon!! I hope you enjoy it! 

You lean against the doorway, arms crossed and exhaling with a heavy sigh at the sight before you:

Jeon Jungkook.

Lady(man) killer, manchild, ruthless lawyer and your idiot best friend.

He’s sprawled out on the bathroom floor, face pressed against the porcelain base of the toilet, one arm dangling lifelessly over the open bowl and the other twisted at his side with his phone in a loose hold. He’s fully dressed (unlike the last time you found him like this), excluding one sock that you decide is better if you don’t question its whereabouts. 

He’s out cold. Dead weight that you wouldn’t be able to move even if you wanted to (which you don’t, mainly because there’s something that looks eerily like vomit on the front of his shirt). 

Jungkook had come home about a half an hour prior, dragging his feet and giggling as he stumbled out of the entrance way. Jungkook wobbled over to where you were lounging on the couch, pressing his cheek against the top of your head and slinging his limp arms over your shoulders in a makeshift hug. He had muttered into your hair something about a peach and a hot guy before abruptly pulling away. He raced off to the bathroom as quickly as his Jell-O legs could manage and you sent up a prayer, thanking God that his meal didn’t end up on your head and instead was being hurled into the toilet.  

With one last glance, you turn on your heel, shaking your head. 

“Nope. Not dealing with that,” You mumble as you find your way back to the couch. You were determined to finish the newest episode of your favourite anime before sunrise. 

Perhaps it was mean to leave him there as Jungkook would no doubt wake up more sore and probably bitch you out but he had it coming - he ate all your snacks in the cupboard and you don’t take lightly to those who eat what’s yours.

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After getting the kids ready by himself, Marcus will never again ask Oliver what’s taking so long again.

Let me tell ya about the morning I had.

Ollie left me with the kids by myself to get them ready.

I will never in my life ever ask him what’s taking so long again.

It took me three hours to get the kids ready.

I burned like 1500 calories, worse than a Montrose vs. Kenmare game.

Midway through getting changed Ian poops.

So now I gotta bathe him. I take him out his clothes put him in the bathtub.

Tavy was already dressed.

You know what she did?

She went and got undressed because she thought she was going to the bathroom too.

Now Ian is undressed, Tavy is undressed.

We’re back at square one.

I finally get these two dressed. I go to the floo, I realize I don’t even have any damn clothes on.

I got on socks and drawers.

Now I put Ian down, he screaming at the top of his got damn lungs.

I’m losing my mind.

He’s screaming at the lungs.

Malva and Landon are no help. They’re playing with the quaffles the whole time.

I finally get them ready.

We go downstairs to the floo.

We get to the floo.

You know what I forgot?

We’re out of floo powder!

I’m so tired.

I don’t even-

I don’t even know where I am right now

I just want to go home and take a nap.


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Fight Song ~ Part 1 ~ The Other Stark

Originally posted by oh-lesbians

Warnings: Painful memories, fighting, language

Pairings: None yet

Word Count: 3108

Summary: We meet the reader and find out why she hates Tony.

(A/N) This comes right after the - Prologue -


Reader’s POV

Letting out a groan I pick up the nearest crescent wrench and contemplate hitting the old Dodge motor with it. “You okay boss?” I hear Mikey, one of my employees and friend; ask as he raises an eyebrow at me. Mikey was a couple years older than me with short blonde hair and hazel eyes. I had known him for years since we were in the system together. He was the brother I had always wanted.

“Yeah, I just hate dodge engines. They piss me off.”

“You know maybe if you flirt with it a little it’ll be nicer to you.”

“Don’t make me throw this wrench at you.”

“I’m just saying you’re a good looking girl,” His words are cut off by a wrench flying at him which he quickly ducks out of the way avoiding it with a smile on his face.

“Come on you could seriously hurt someone like that!” Marty, the resident old man of my shop, yells out as he walks out of the office and into the garage. “Are you two dickin around out here?”

“Well you kind of have to have a dick to be dickin around, don’t you think?” I say with a smirk on my face.

“Oh ha ha very funny, looky here we’ve got ourselves a comedian.” Marty says sarcastically as he walks over to me with a clipboard in his worn out hands. He was an older man in his late seventies with salt and pepper hair and brown eyes. He had taken Mikey and I in after the two of us had run away from the foster home where the two of us met. Ever since then he had been like a grandfather to us. “Now how much longer are you gonna be working on that hunk of junk?”

Groaning I turn back to the motor and say, “About another thirty minutes, I would be done sooner if she wasn’t such a vindictive bitch.”

Both men laugh at me and Marty says, “Alright then, I’ll let them know.” Then he turns to Mikey and says, “Why don’t you help the girl out, so we can all go home.”

“Alright old man don’t get your panties in a bunch I’ll help her.” As he walks over to me I pick up the biggest wrench near me and hold it up at him and say, “Back away slowly or else you and this wrench are gonna become real close.”

“Oh snap, okay, okay I get the message.” He raises his hands and slowly backs away to the other side of the garage where he was working on his Harley.

“I don’t need anyone’s help; I’ll get this temperamental bitch to work one way or another.” I say to both men as I turn back toward the engine with an angry glare.  I hear them say something inaudible and narrow my eyes at the engine block. “Alright now, let’s get intimate and have a conversation.” I say as I walk over and grabbing my IPod, put my head phones in and turning on Pras’s ‘Ghetto Superstar’ start taking it all apart again. There had to be something I missed the first time.

Come on _____ you have two masters from MIT and you can’t even fix a 01 Dodge ram? What’s wrong with you?

After what seemed like a few seconds I had finally found the problem and it instantly made me furious. Seriously that’s it? Narrowing my eyes I rip my head phones from my ears and stomp into my private office and slam the door. Damn Tony, ever since Clint had called about him needing to see me, my mind hadn’t worked properly.

“Are you alright miss?” You hear the familiar voice of JARVIS and sigh.

“No, I’m not. Your creator is an arrogant jerk.”

“Would you like me to tell him that?”

“You wouldn’t even if I told you too.”


“I can’t believe it took me three hours to figure out they had a cracked engine block. Jarvis I think I need a vacation.”

“Beach sounds and wall effects miss?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” I say and suddenly the room becomes a beach scene. I had developed the software after figuring out the Helicarrier’s cloaking device. The whole Garage was equipped with a state of the art security system with icer sentries guarding the outside from burglars. The nearest police department hadn’t been too happy about that but after seeing them in action they finally caved.

Leaning back I let myself be overwhelmed by the sounds of the waves and smile momentarily forgetting everything about Stark himself. Suddenly Jarvis breaks me from my solitude by saying, “Miss there seems to be an argument in the main office. Shall I notify the authorities?”

I groan as I say, “Stand by; I’ll go have a look.”

“Very well miss.”

I leave the comfort of my office and walking into the main office see two boys yelling at each other over a girl and I roll my eyes. I walk over and putting myself between them say, “Hey! I don’t care what’s going on but you will not fight in my shop!”

“This asshole stole my girlfriend!” One yells out making my head throb.

“I didn’t steal her she came running,” The other replies and I snap.

“This is not some high school cafeteria! Now get the hell outta my shop before I lose my calm and you spend the next three months drinking out of straws!” I yell out shoving them both back.

“Oh really what can you do? You’re just a girl.” Just a girl? Oh hell no, today is not the day for this!

I instantly reach up and grabbing both of them by the ears drag them over to the doors say, “Jarvis front doors please.” The doors swing open and with one angry motion you jerk them both outside where you instantly release their ears and say, “Now get the hell off my property before I show you what a real girl can do!”

They jump to their feet and just like normal teenage boys one of them rushes me. Using his momentum against him I slide out of the way and let him fall to the ground with a loud bang. I smirk as I turn back to the other kid and say, “Your turn?” He glances at me for a moment then turns and runs. “Ah come on, I could’ve used an outlet!” I cry out after him before I turn back to the kid behind me as he shuffles his feet to stand up. “Why don’t you take a page from your friend’s book and leave?”

“Not until I get my truck!” He yells out as he gets to his feet his face red with anger.

“You own the Dodge?”

“Yeah, what’s it too you?” He says as he breathes heavily.

I narrow my eyes as I walk over to him and jamming my finger in his chest say, “It’s called Coolant jackass,”


“Oh my god seriously? Do you not know what coolant is?”


“Oh dear lord, your truck has a cracked engine block because of you!”

“So it’s just a truck I can get another one?”

Then without another word I pull my fist back and instantly punch him the face sending him scrambling backwards. I pull out my wallet and tossing a few hundreds on the ground say, “Don’t ever come here again.”

“What about my truck?”

“It’s now my truck, now get lost!” I yell out as I start to walk back into the office just in time to hear him call me a bitch and I quickly turn back to him and give him a smile. “Takes one to know one.” I say as I fold my arms over my chest and wait for another rebuttal but one doesn’t come. He just glares at me and then disappears. “Everything okay?” I hear Marty say and I sigh as I say, “Yeah, um let Mikey know that I’m gonna have Jarvis do some work on the dodge and then we’ll give it away to a nearby farmer.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yup if it comes down to it I have the money to spare.” I say as I offer him a fake smile.

“You mean Starks money?”

“What else is it good for? I don’t use it. It just sets there in the bank account accumulating.”

“Very well then, you heard her Jarvis; now start owning your keep.”

“Very well sir.” Jarvis replies and I sigh. I need a real vacation. I stand outside for a few minutes letting the sun beat down on my skin and let out a heavy sigh. I am about to walk back inside when I hear the voice of the last person I wanted to see. “Hey peanut,” He says and my eyes widen. I turn to see Tony Stark in the flesh standing there with two other men. Holy shit those two are hot. Both were taller than him. One had short blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes and the other had shaggy brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and icy blue eyes.

“What the hell are you doing here old man?” I say as I turn my attention back to Tony.

“A little biomechanical engineering,”

“And you can’t do it yourself, why?”

“I haven’t dealt with anything like this yet.” He says and my interest is peeked.

“Go on,” I say as I raise an eyebrow.

“Shall we go inside then?” Tony says and I want nothing more than to tell him to get lost but I’m curious about what it is that he can’t take care of himself.

“Fine, but don’t touch my stuff. Last time you were here I played hell finding all my tools again.”

“I just cleaned up the mess!”

“It’s called controlled chaos old man, now follow me.” I say as I turn and start walking back inside followed by Tony and his friends. As I pass through the doors Marty raises an eyebrow at me and I sigh as I say, “Business, why don’t you and Mikey go home early tonight.”

“You sure kid?”

“Yeah, if I need a hand I’ll let Jarvis know.”

“Alright if you need anything don’t hesitate to pick up a phone.”

“Will do.”

“See ya tomorrow,”

“See ya.” I say before I turn to Tony and continue, “Step into my office.” I open the door to the garage and looking over at Mikey say, “Hey Blondie why don’t you go home?”

He smirks as he lifts his head from his Harley and says, “You know this is my home.”

“Not tonight it’s not, come on I got business to take care of.”

“Oh you mean 'Business’?” He says with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah dad, now can I get a little privacy or do I need to kick you out?”

“I get the message darlin geez, just for that I’m taking Becky home with me.”

“The hell you are. You keep your grubby hands of my Becky.”

“Um if you don’t mind, who’s Becky?” Tony asks and I roll my eyes as I say, “She’s my pet project, A 69 Camaro with Artificial Intelligence and flying capabilities.”

“I see you did take after me.”

“Shut up dad,”

“DAD?” Both of his friends say as they stare at me with shocked expressions.

“You didn’t tell them?” I say as I turn toward Tony with a raised eyebrow.

“Didn’t come up.”

“Of course it didn’t,” I turn my attention back to Mikey as I say, “Go home, and don’t touch my Becky.”

“Sure thing boss,” He says as he gives me a nod and heads toward the exit. I sigh as I turn back to Tony and his friends and say, “Now what can I do for you?”

“Can you fix Bucky’s arm?” The tall blonde asks and I raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Someone’s arm?”

“Mine,” The dark haired man says as he pulls his jacket off to reveal a wide chest and my eyes widen. Sweet baby Jesus, that’s one hot body. I quickly push the thoughts from my mind as I see the metal. The 'Stark’ part of me takes control and I instantly move over and pulling his arm toward me stare at it in wonder. “This is beautiful, where did you get it?”

“Um HYDRA,” He says and I instantly pull away and turning toward Tony glare at him. “You brought him here?”

“Well you wouldn’t come to New York so I didn’t have a choice.”

“Not the point, why am I working on a HYDRA agents arm?”

“Ex-HYDRA,” The tall blonde chimes in and I fold my arms over my chest as I say, “Well excuse me,”

“She’s definitely Stark’s daughter.” The Brunette says and I glare at him.

“One condition,”

“And that would be?” The blonde asks making you point at Tony and say, “He doesn’t talk. One word and you all have to get out.”

“Ah come on don’t be like that Peanut,”

“I mean it old man, ONE word and I will toss you out myself.”

“Fine, only if I get to play with Becky.”

“Absolutely not,”

“Well I’m gonna do it anyway, JARVIS will you show me the way?”

“Yes sir,” JARVIS chimes out.

“Hey you traitor,” I yell out but it’s too late Tony has disappeared into the showroom. I turn to the tall blonde and say, “Why don’t you make yourself at home?” Then I turn to the one with a metal arm and say, “And you, over here; I wanna get real personal with your terminator arm.” I pull him over to my work station and after hitting a button underneath it a secret chamber appears revealing all my special tools. “JARVIS, a little help here?”

“The special playlist miss?”

“If you don’t mind.” I say and as I look down at the metal arm and smile inwardly as 'Teenage Dirtbag’ starts to play. I lean forward and start to learn everything about it. It was a marvelous piece of machinery. After a while I look up at the man and say, “What’s your name?”

“James Buchannan Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky.” As he says the words I freeze.

“You? You’re Bucky Barnes?”

“Last time I checked.”

“Oh my god, if I had known that I wouldn’t have-” I pause instantly feeling like an ass. “Look I’m sorry for earlier. When all that shit went down with HYDRA and SHIELD I was just sitting her waiting to be taken. I knew if they found out about the Helicarrier’s and me being Stark’s daughter they’d be here sooner rather than later.”

“Don’t apologize, you had every right to be worried.”

“So I’m guessing Dr. Zola created this?” I ask as I point at his arm.

“Yeah,” He says and his eyes turn dark as he looks away. I sigh inwardly as I say, “Look whatever happened, it’s in the past. You seem like a good guy and even though you’re hanging out with the old man I won’t hold it against you.”

“I appreciate that.” He says as a smirk covers his lips making my body tremble. Oh if only he wasn’t my dad’s friend. How long had it been exactly since the last time I had done anything like that? Oh that’s right, last week. I had inherited yet another Stark gene when it came to men. I never settled down and never would. I didn’t trust anyone enough to let my guard down and let them in. I chuckle to myself making him raise an eyebrow at me in confusion. “Something on your mind?” He asks a playful smile playing on his lips and i feel butterflies fill my stomach.

“Not exactly, I’ll have your arm fixed in a jiffy.” I say quickly changing the subject. I feel my face flush and I instantly thank god that I’m covered in grease. I glance over to see his friend reach for something and turning back to Bucky yell out, “Don’t touch my stuff.”

“Yes ma'am,”

“Well aren’t you well mannered.”

“My mother raised a gentleman.”

“More like I did,” Bucky chimes out making me smile.

“I take it you two are close.”

“Best friends since childhood.” The blonde says and I stop working as it finally hits me who he is.

“Holy shit, you’re Steve Rogers!” I yell out as I sit up straight and stare at him.

“The one and only,” He replies a smile crossing his lips.

“Oh the girls at the bar are gonna be so jealous of me.” I joke as I lean back in to finish welding Bucky’s arm. My mind soon becomes so enthralled with what I’m doing that I don’t hear the two men talking in front of me. “There, all done.” I say once I finish the last welding on the last piece. “Try it out.”

He stands up and swings him arm around a smile covering his lips. “Feels good _____ thanks.”

“How did you- oh Stark told you.”

“Yup, although I think peanut’s a better name.” He jokes and I instantly grab the blow torch and say, “One more word Barnes and you won’t need to worry about arm maintenance.”

“Aren’t you the hostel little pistol,”

“You bet your ass I am; now I don’t mean to be rude but go find the old man and get out. I gotta date with a man named Dean at 8 and I don’t plan to miss it.” Of course I wasn’t talking about an actual date but I wasn’t gonna tell them that.

“This Dean, how old is he?” Steve says as he raises an eyebrow making me smirk inwardly.

“Why do you wanna know?” I ask as I fold my arms over my chest.

“Enlighten us,” Bucky says and I raise an eyebrow at the two men.

“Are you two honestly curious or are you playing the protective uncles?” They glare down at me and I sigh as I say, “Well since I don’t know you that well, it’s none of your business.” Before they have a chance to reply I start heading toward the Showroom where Tony was no doubt trying to take Becky apart.

As I enter the room I look around to see Becky’s AI interface setting on a table with Tony fiddling with it and my eyes go wide and I yell out, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!”

“Making it better,”

“I don’t need your help old man!”

“But your tech is outdated; I’m just updating it for you.”

“I swear Tony if you don’t back away from my baby the world will lose an avenger.” I say the anger seething through me.

“Come on create something with your old man.”

I stare at him eyes wide with anger before I turn and walking back into the garage grab the biggest hammer I can find and walking back over to Tony lift it up and bring it down hard on Becky’s AI. “I didn’t need you as a kid and I damn sure don’t want your help now.”

“Are we gonna fight about this now? It’s not my fault what happened to you.”

“I don’t care, get out and don’t come back!” I yell out as I toss the hammer down and trying to hold the tears in walk toward the exit.

“Miss ____ it seems that Becky’s interface has been destroyed is something wrong?” JARVIS asks and I instantly regret what I have just done.

“It’s fine JARVIS, I’ll replace it tomorrow. Just keep working on the Dodge for me please; and lock up when they leave.”

“Yes miss.”

Grabbing my biker jacket, helmet, and keys I walk out the front door and climb onto my Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14 and quickly speed off. I let out a loud yell as the bike speeds up. Why did he pick now of all times to show up? Why couldn’t he have showed up when I actually needed him? I grip tightly to the handle bars as I whip in and out of traffic, speeding toward my house. It was a quiet little ranch house on the outskirts of Grove, with a big red barn that was filled with both livestock and classic cars.

As It comes into view I let out another groan as I see the familiar quen jet parked in the front yard. When I pull up outside the house I look onto the porch to see all three men sitting on the porch furniture waiting patiently. “Please by all means make yourselves at home.” I say sarcastically as I walk up the stairs.

“We wouldn’t be here unless we had to be,” Steve says as I reach the door.

“And you have to be?”

“There’s an ice storm coming in and Tony figured you could use the help around the place.”

I open my mouth to yell and get pissed but instantly close it again. If there was an ice storm coming I was gonna need some help just in case the power went out. Even though I had some backup generators I didn’t like using them unless it was absolutely necessary.

“We promise not to ruin your date,”

“My date?”

“Yeah with that Dean guy,”

“Ah right Dean, Okay then don’t feel awkward when he shows up at 8.”

“I’ll try not to.” He says giving me a crooked smile making my legs try to buckle.

Geez it better not ice, I don’t think I can stay with these two without jumping one of them. 

My face flushes and I quickly shake my head as I say, “Alright, come on in then. I’ll show you where you can sleep. You too Tony.” I say the last part without looking his way. I didn’t want to see the sad look on his face that I had put there myself.

Will Continue in - Uncharted Territory 


// In which Justin makes Y/N feel insecure about her hair //


“Y/N, Let’s go!” Justin yelled at me for the umpteenth time.

“I told you I was fucking coming! Shut the fuck up before I decide to get my ass in back in bed!” I screamed back at Justin who had been working my last nerve all day.  

For the first time in forever, Justin and I have free schedules but instead spending the day with me, he decides to go to god knows what with Za. I let it go and spent the day relaxing, catching up on the real housewives, and doing my hair. I wasn’t until 9 o'clock when I was already in bed with my hair wrapped, that Justin came home and told me that we had something to do tonight. And on top of it all Justin is going to have the nerve to rush me to get ready? Hell no.

I took my time to shower and get dress then do my makeup. What took me the longest amount of time, was trying to figure out what to do with my hair. I spent the day washing, deep conditioning and bantu knotting my hair. My thick hair took me almost three hours to completely bantu and I’ll be damned if I take my hair down before it is completely dry. Normally when I knotted my hair, I would wear it in the protective style around the house and take it down the next day for a beautiful twist out but with my time limit, I wasn’t going to take it down so soon.

Going against my comfort zone, I decided that I would embrace my hair and wear it like it was. It wasn’t that I thought I didn’t look cute, it was that I wasn’t prepared for the backlash I would receive from the white media and Justin’s fans alike for wearing such an ‘ethnic’ hairstyle. Everyone was so cruel to black women already but it was even worst for me since, I was dating one of the most well known white celebrities of this generation.  

Shaking away my fears, I took pride in my blackness as I laid my baby hairs down and applied a bold matte lipstick to my thick lips. I shouldn’t be afraid to be black because with my curves, my lips, and my hair, everyone wanted my features. Feeling good about the situation, I pulled on my mustard colored crop top and matching wrap skirt with a high slit. The color looked so well on my brown skin that my mood did a complete 180 as I pulled on a pair of chunky black heels.

Content with my look, I packed my small clutch of the essentials I needed before heading down the curved staircase to meet Justin. Not in the living room like I expected, my heels clicked as I walked around the house looking for my impatient boyfriend. Not finding him anywhere inside, I went out in the garage to already see him sitting in one of his many expensive cars. I rolled my eyes at the sight of him. From yards away, I could see his jaw clenched as he typed quickly on the phone. Here we go again, another iconic Bieber attitude I’m going to have to put up with. I let out a sigh before opening the passenger door and taking a seat in his Ferrari. He barely glanced at me as he put the key in the ignition but once he caught sight of my hair, he was taken aback.

“You’re going out like that?” Justin asked rudely, staring at my hair. All the self confidence that I had built up moments ago had crumbled down at Justin’s negativity.

“Yes, do you have an issue with it?” I cocked my head to the side, daring him to test me. My confidence was on high to hide my hurt.

“I just thought you took so long because you were taking your hair down,” He grumbled before starting the car.

“Well, I wasn’t.”

“Are you going to go it on the way there? Because right now you sort of look like crazy eyes from Orange is the New Black with those balls on your head,” Justin joked at my expense, making my blood boil.

“No, you mean that I look like the only other black woman you can name who graciously rocks bantu knots. Don’t say shit about my hair when you appropriated MY culture with them grinch fingers you called 'dreads’. Jay, you don’t want to start this with me right now. You sure as hell know that I drag you, Kylie, Hailey and the rest of your pasty friends if they comment anything slightly negative about my hair,” I went off.

“Damn, you always in a fucking bad mood,” Justin huffed, not even acknowledging what I was saying to him.

“And you’re always the reason,” I scoffed before typing away at my phone, replying to any missed messages. We arrived at the club after sitting in fifteen minutes of silence.

Getting out the car, I didn’t wait on Justin to give his car keys to the valet as I walked up to the entrance. With other celebrities being here already, paparazzi was lined up at the entrance, waiting for their next victims. Justin jogged to catch up to me. He put a hand on my back trying to guide me inside but I quickly slapped his hand away.

“Trouble in paradise?” One of the paps asked, catching my attention.

“Yes, he’s horrible,” I called before stepping inside, Justin rolling his eyes behind me.

“You don’t need to let everyone know our business,” Justin whispered harshly into my ear so that I could hear him over the pounding music.

“Well, you don’t need to voice your opinions about stuff you know nothing about yet, here we are,” I countered.

“Look, I’m sorry. You look good, babe,” He tried to change my mood. He didn’t apologize until I had to say something to him, which means that his apology was not sincere. It was meant to just shut me up.

“Oh fuck off,” I laughed. Before walking up to the VIP the security guard pointed us in the direction of. I didn’t have to a say a word to the bouncer for him to open the barricade for Justin and I to walk through. Spotting Khalil and the rest of the group, I walked over and greeted my friends.

“Work, Miss Erykah Badu!” Za called once he saw my hair, making me laugh.

“I love your hair!” Kylie complimented followed by the rest of the group. Of coarse she loved my hair, she loved anything that was black.

“Thank you. At least y'all appreciate my hair,” I threw shade at Justin who was already rolling his eyes at me.

“Yo, what’s up with you two?” Fredo asked, noticing our annoyance with each other immediately.

“She’s pissed off, as usual,” Justin huffed before taking a seat on the other side of the booth when, there was easily enough space for him to sit beside me.

“Well was did you do to her?” Hailey laughed, already knowing it was his fault.

“He asked if I was going to 'do my hair’ when my hair was already done,” I explained.

“Broooo,” Za laughed at the misfortune.

“Never questioning a hair style is rule one to dating a black girl,” Khalil spoke wise words

“I think it applies to all girls,” Kendall’s all lives matter headass piped up as if she was relevant in the conversation.

“Like I said,” Khalil rolled his eyes at the white girl. “Don’t question a black girl’s hair it’s not worth it. It’s never worth it.”

“Yeah, sometimes Atifa’s hair look a mess but do I say anything? Hell no. I like getting my dick sucked,” Za spoke vulgarly about his girlfriend making her push him off of her.

“Well, I hope you weren’t expecting any head tonight,” Atifa crossed her arms in annoyance. It was comforting to know that I wasn’t the only girl have issues with the insensitivity of my boyfriend.

“Y/N, I told you I’m sorry,” Justin tried again. I ignored him and pulled Atifa with me onto the dance floor after taking two tequila shots.

I spent the whole night dancing with my friends and random strangers all while Justin stared me down from the sidelines. It wasn’t my fault that he fucked up so, I didn’t let his attitude ruin my night. I wasn’t until hours of dancing later and aching feet that I was ready to go home.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Justin asked before shoving his toothbrush in his mouth to complete his nightly hygiene routine. As soon as we got home we took showers and took care of our health. I nodded as I wipe off any remnants of make up clean off my face. Justin and I both cooled off by the end of the night from the soothing alcohol. In addition, I was exhausted from all the dancing I did and he was exhausted from being upset with me. The drive home was spent in comfortable silence as we awaited to get in our bed.

I washed my face at the same time as Justin before dealing with my hair. I was going to wrap it back up but frowned at the looseness of one of the knots in the back of my head. I sighed trying to fix it but the liquor in my system made me feel so fuzzy that I couldn’t pin the section of my hair back up properly.

“Do you want to me do it?” Justin asked after watching me struggle for a moment.

“You don’t know how,” I shook my head no as I made another failed attempt.

“Here, let me try. Just tell me what to do,” Justin muttered. I watched him through the reflection of the mirror as he carried out the instructions I called out. Four tries and six minutes later, Justin created a bantu knot on my head.

“I’m sorry for making you feel bad. I love you and your hair. Sometimes I just act like the ignorant little white boy I am and say fucked up shit. I’m sorry and I want you to know that I’d love you even if you were bald,” Justin snuggled into my neck and swayed me from side to side in a tender embrace.

“I love you even when you’re being and asshole,” I hummed before kissing his nose. Justin smiled at my words then pulled away to take my hand.

“Tomorrow you’re going to teach me everything I need to know about your hair,” Justin promised making me laugh while putting my bonnet on. Even if Justin fucks up, he tries to make it better and that’s what really matters in the end.

kaylamansi  asked:

top 5 janna moments

  1. when she conquered like three bridges in one day like a god damn superhero, when will your favs???
  2. after she picked me up at Sea-Tac, we went to a 24 hour diner and she was dancing the whole time in the booth
  3. “if i get an appreciation for early one direction by the end of this road trip i’m gonna hate you so much”
  4. when she really flew across the country for 24 hours just to see paramore w/ me
  5. “it’s a fan…and it was ‘out there’ so i took it”


Madi’s BTS Masterlist Updated



:0-Trigger Warning/Contains blood, violence or death



Namjoon xReader|Fight ;-;

Namjoon xReader| Late Night Rescue <3

Namjoon xReader|Good Morning <3

Dating Namjoon \(^w^)/


Jimin xReaderMy Little Delinquent 

Dating Jimin


Hoseok xReader|Book Talk <3

The boys trying to get you and Hoseok together 

Hoseok xReader|Shadows ;-; \(^w^)/

Dating Hoseok


Yoongi xReader|A Birthday Surprise <3

Yoongi xReader|Sleep Walking Drabble <3

Yoongi xReader|Moments <3

Dating Yoongi


Jin xReader|Winter Nostalgia


Seokjin xReader|Tickle Fight


Jungkook xReader|First Meeting


Dating Jungkook

Jungkook xReader|Muse



Taehyung xReader|Midnight Wandering


Taehyung xReader|Blizzards


Dating Taehyung

Taehyung xReader|Starry Night <3

Taehyung xHalsey Lyrics|Control

;-; \(^w^)/ :0

Series/All Members

My BTS Theory


When you say you think you’re ugly


When they find out you haven’t been eating 

How they wake you up in the morning


Good Morning Snaps


Seeing you without your glasses for the first time

Cheesy Pick-Up Lines

When you go to confess but get too nervous

When you’re shorter than them

When you come home beaten up

When you randomly do aegyo

When they catch you drawing them

How they comfort you

When They Want Cuddles

When they overhear you talking about how much you like them

Helping You with your social anxiety

Like A Butterfly(Incomplete)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three


Part Four

Part Five

If Bleach characters were various kinds of health nuts...

As requested by anon. :)

Bleach characters sure are fit. Let’s say that’s because they’re all serious, serious health nuts. Here’s the particular forms that their health obsessions would take!

1. Chad: Vegetarian

Chad: Guys, you don’t understand. Animals are adorable.

Chad: I can’t eat things that are adorable!

Keigo: So you’re cool eating clams then?

Chad: Um all animals are adorable, Keigo.

2. Orihime: Vegan

Orihime: All life is sacred! Animal! Human! Hollow!

Orihime: And that’s why I reject ALL animal products!

Ulquiorra: …you included hollows?

Ulquiorra: Wait are we edible?

3. Mashiro: Long-distance runner

Kensei: Mashiro! Where have you been?

Mashiro: Jogging, why?

Kensei: Jogging?! It’s been like three hours!

Mashiro: I run 15 miles at time, moron! How do you not know that?

4. Yoruichi: Addicted to yoga

Yoruichi: Why do you people think I have a leotard?

Urahara: It’s not for battle?

5. Zommari: Addicted to yoga

Zommari: And that is why I can turn my head 180 degrees sideways!

Gin: Are you sure the yoga class you took was real?

6. Yamamoto: Addicted to weight training

Yamamoto: And also sit-ups.

Yamamoto: Damn do I love me some sit-ups.

7. Kenpachi: Addicted to weight training

Kenpachi: I just want to get stronger.

8. Ulquiorra: Fruitarian

Ulquiorra: For me, it’s a bat thing.

Ulquiorra: Mmmmm….fruit.

Ichigo: Please stop looking at me like that.

9. Aizen: Obsessed with health drinks

Aizen: Ginseng tea. 

Aizen: It cures everything and is perfect.

Aizen: Just like me.

Aizen: Minus the ‘cures everything’ part.

10. Halibel: Drinks nine glasses of water a day

Halibel: The experts say 'eight.’

Halibel: But what they don’t understand is that 'eight’ isn’t a multiple of three at all.

11. Unohana: Pursues a low-carb diet

Unohana: …

Unohana: Mostly I just really like meat.

12. Ishida: Uses a pedometer

Ishida: Exercise is more gratifying if you can keep careful records!

Ishida: Sadly I have to avoid Hirenkyaku  if I’m using the pedometer.


Ishida: My last one sort of exploded.

13. Ichigo: Big proponent of diet pills

Ichigo: In my experience, if you pop a magic pill, all your weight goes away immediately!


14. Ikkaku: Loves 80s exercise videos

Ikkaku: Exercise through dancing?

Ikkaku: More like 'hell yes hand me some brightly colored tights and let’s DO this!’

15. Yachiru: Sometimes eats sugarless candy

Yachiru: …

Yachiru: Mostly on accident.

Another reason why I hate the SATs

For our non-American friends, the SATs are these bullshit exams you need to take in order to be even considered for most colleges in the U.S. So, taking them and scoring well on them is a huge frikkin’ deal.

The first time I took the SAT, I had to wake up at some ungodly hour and was driven to this damn school in God-knows-where to take a four-hour exam. So I’m already not in a good mood.

The Critical Reading and Writing sections of the SAT were always my least favorite parts (another reason why I think it is bullshit, why do you need basically two English sections out of three total sections? Wtf? If someone sucks at English, such as myself, it makes me look like I’m not a good student when I literally excel at everything else). So I literally panic every time those sections come up.

At the exam site, the proctors are these two white guys.

So I get to one of those sections, and I try writing on and underlining the passage, when one of the proctors comes up to me and says I can’t write in the test booklet. Are you fucking serious? I have been taking practice tests for almost a year now, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO WRITE IN THE TEST BOOKLET. So, I panic even more. How am I suppose to answer the questions without any notes? Or underlining? Or circling? Or using any of the skills I was taught. So, I freak out, and I KNOW I am not gonna score well on 2/3 of the test.

Whoop dee frikkin’ woo, this same asshole proctor comes to me later during the test after several sections saying “Oops, apparently you can write in the booklet.” By then, my brain is all frazzled and I already had a mental breakdown, and most of the test is already done. So, it was fucking useless.

What confused me was that I was pretty sure he saw a lot of other kids (the students taking the test at this school were predominately white) writing in the test booklet. So I wondered, “How come he didn’t approach anyone else?” But, I didn’t think too much of it because I was freaking out. 

A few hours later, we had a bathroom break. I got up to go to the door, when the same asshole proctor said “Guys wait, listen to me before you go.” So, I stop. Guess what happens several seconds after I CLEARLY AND OBVIOUSLY stopped. The other damn proctor grabs me and says “WAIT!” He grabbed on to my sweater and would not let go while the other proctor was giving his announcement. It’s not like I was still walking and leaving after the guy said he needed to make an announcement. I stopped, and this other proctor grabs me like I was a kid. He clenched on to my sweater and balled it up like I was two years old or like I was a damn animal. Wtf? Is everything a petting zoo for you? Is everything and everyone up for grabs? 

What bothers me a lot too is the fact that a girl that came and took the test with me saw what happened and she said she was soooooo jealous that he held on to me because he was hot (to me, he honestly looked like a bleached ghost with bad hygiene but w/e). Wtf?

I just hate how I get treated sometimes. 

-Mod R

Gifted (bucky barnes x reader)

Warnings: mild swearing, fluff
Characters: telepathic!reader, Bucky Barnes, & Steve Rogers
Pairings: bucky x telepathic!reader
Summary: Steve, Bucky and Y/N are wrapping presents, but Bucky is struggling so Y/N and Steve teach him.

“Y/N!” Steve calls from the lounge floor.
“Yeah Steve?” I reply, walking towards him, and I find Bucky sprawled on the floor, playing with a red and green bow.
“Care to join us?” he says motioning towards Bucky and the various assortment of wrapping paper and ribbons.
“Sure, let me go get some gifts from my room.” I say, walking to the elevator.
“Please hurry up doll, he’s depriving me of chocolate until I finish wrapping all the presents.” I chuckle at Buck.
“Oh darling don’t worry, the time will go by, and sooner or later all the presents will be wrapped.” Bucky groans as the elevator door close.

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Beside You

Hi all! This is the first time I’ve ever actually posted anything like this and I’m really, really nervous, so feel free to leave feedback! Any support is much appreciated :) And if you like it, feel free to request something!


You were sitting on the couch after a long day of work, finally getting the chance to relax. You couldn’t wait for Calum to come home after rehearsal so you two could just cuddle up together and finally enjoy a night in. All of a sudden you get a text from your dad that pulls you back to reality.

Dad - 7:22 pm: Where are you
You - 7:22 pm: home
Dad - 7:24 pm: Can you come get me from the office I can’t drive

You felt a pit in your stomach, shit. Your dad is the most active person you know, regardless of the fact that he’s 63. He fell badly and hurt his back yesterday but said he was fine and tried not to complain about it; he never complained about anything because he was too prideful to ever show weakness. For him to admit to you that he was in enough pain that he couldn’t drive told you something was seriously wrong.

You - 7:24 pm: yeah I’m coming now

You rushed over to his office to pick him up. You found him struggling with one leg in the driver’s side of his car, and the other firmly planted on the concrete. You tried to keep your cool as best as possible, you’ve never seen him like this before. “Thank you for coming, sweetheart,” he said trying to fashion a smile. You helped him get out of his car and walked him slowly to your car. Just as he was trying to position himself to sit, he had a muscle spasm. He grabbed onto your hand for dear life and clenched until his knuckles turned a lifeless shade of white. He couldn’t do anything until the pain passed, and once it did, you rushed to swing his legs into the car and buckle him up. You moved to your side and slipped in. Looking at him worriedly, you asked hesitantly, “Dad… do you want me to take you to the emergency room?” His eyes shifted up to you, then to the window, then back to you again with tears damn near close to spilling out. “Yeah,” he said, “but you can’t tell anyone, not your brothers or sisters, and especially not your mom. Promise me you won’t. Mom’s too stressed because of work, she doesn’t need to worry about me too. Promise,” he pleaded. “But she’s going to worry when you’re not home by dinner,” I said. “I know… just tell her we went to urgent care or something if she asks, okay? Promise me, Y/N.” I really didn’t feel good about this, but I had to respect his wishes. “Okay,” I said reluctantly. And just like that, we were on our way to the hospital.

After a difficult time getting him into the ER, you signed him in, they took you guys back, and set him up in a room where the two of you waited. He kept having those terrible spasms that made your heart wrench. He was in so much pain and you couldn’t do anything to help. His fragility scared you; someone who you always saw as a rock was getting older and beginning to crumble. Doctor’s came by and poked and prodded, nurses came and asked repetitive questions. Eventually they gave him some pain medication for the spasms, hoping they would help and hopefully allow him to at least sleep while we waited. You were waiting for x-ray results when you heard him snoring. “Finally,” you sighed with relief. But you spoke too soon, and he began to writhe in pain from another spasm. You soothingly rubbed his leg until it subsided and he quickly fell back asleep. You looked down at your hands, you hadn’t realized how much they were shaking before. You found yourself hunched over, aching, and exhausted. You couldn’t bare seeing him in pain, and you needed to tell someone, you needed to unload this burden. You knew he was busy, but you couldn’t help but tap the contact stored as “Calum🐶💕,” silently praying he would answer.

A couple rings in, he picked up and you heard a combination of loud chatter and random guitar notes coming through the line. “Hey babe I’m still in rehearsal, can I call you back later?” he asked. When all he heard coming through the other line was your shaky breathing, he knew something wasn’t right. “Guys stop, stop,” he shushed his bandmates as he moved to a quieter area. “Baby? What’s wrong? Princess, please talk to me, you’re scaring me,” he pleaded. You didn’t realize there were tears streaming down your face until you heard yourself sniffle. “R-remember how dad fell? He asked me to pick him up from work and I took him to the ER. He’s in so much pain Cal I’ve never seen him like this before. And he won’t let me fucking tell anyone and I didn’t realize how shook up I was and I’m so fucking sorry I know you’re busy I just really need to talk to someone who isn’t apart of the fucking staff here because I’m losing my god damn mind and we’ve been here for three hours and we still don’t have any answers,” you said, finally catching your breath. “Shit. I’m coming right now, okay baby? Which hospital?” “No Cal, it’s okay you have to rehearse, I just needed to vent. Plus we’ll probably be out of here in a few hours an-” He cut you off, “Y/N, don’t fucking play this game. I’m leaving right now and I will be there soon. I’m going to be beside you through this. Regional hospital?” he asked. A few more tears somehow found their way out of your eyes. His willingness to love you and your family unconditionally made your heart swell. “How the hell did I get so lucky?” you asked. You could hear his smile through the phone, probably accompanied by that adorable blush on his squishy cheeks, as he asked again, “Regional?” You chuckled lightly and said, “Yes baby, Regional. Call me when you’re outside.” “Will do baby girl. And Y/N?” he said. “Yeah Cally?” “I love you so much. Hang in there babe.”