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…)
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.
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”
Yep I’m making you something ♥ These 20 seconds only took me more than two hours of research and all but that’s okay haha :P Damn those shoot feels ♥ I miss them so much. (Okay I admit it add something like two/three hours yesterday for general research before I began to make the video ;) )
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.
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.
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader Rating: Mature Genre: Slightly smutty Word count: 4,201
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, and ruthless lawyer sprawled out on the bathroom floor. He’s got his face pressed to 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 his socks, but you decided it was better if you didn’t question it. He’s out cold, dead weight that you wouldn’t be able to move even if you wanted to. He had come home about a half an hour prior, dragging his feet and giggling as he stumbled out of the entrance way. Jungkook had come 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 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 jelly-esque legs could manage and you thanked god that his meal wasn’t on your head as he 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 because he would definitely wake up more than 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 isn’t theirs.
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.”
“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.
“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.
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
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,”
“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.
// 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.
So… today I actually planned to get a lot of work done and went to the library again. And I really was on a roll… but about three hours in that guy took the seat next to me and he was clicking so forcefully on his mouse and panting like a damn race horse most of the time and yes, that was intentional, because in the beginning he could breathe like a normal human being! Then he would always grab his bottle to drink something, setting it down with way more force than necessary everytime and it was so freaking distracting! Like I don’t know what had this guy in such an awful mood that he couldn’t do anything quietly, but we have freaking areas in the library where you are allowed to talk and be louder in general and no one bats an eye, but I sat in a part that was for quiet studying. Seriously, you are not the only person in the library! If you need to be loud, go somewhere where you won’t distract people, especially since you had your damn headphones in the whole time, so I don’t think that other place would’ve stressed you out so much! Besides, it was freaking Friday! The library was almost empty!
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?
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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.”
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.
do any of the striders play flappy bird? if they do, do they ever get mad/aggravated at it like everyone else? im just curios about their reactions to the game
Let’s just say some of them are better than others at the game…
“Damn it!” D jumps and turns to look at where Dave is glaring intently at the back of his phone. If looks could kill the touchscreen would be aflame and the back would be cracked and wounded already. At this rate, his hands are going to do the cracking.
“What’s got you up in arms, Dave?”
“I was at twenty-three! Twenty-three! And my damn phone died! Do you know how long it took for me to get to twenty-three? Fuckin’ three hours!”
“What are you talking about?”
“That stupid Flappy Birds game app. God! Twenty-three! And now my score must have reset because like hell it’d save in time for my phone to die! Damn it!”
“Calm down, Dave. It’s just a game.”
“Fuck you; it’s not just a game!”
“Dave. You literally just called it a game.”
“Well, fine, it is a game, but it’s not just a game, okay? It’s a good game!”
“Are you feeling alright, Dave?”
“No! I’m not! I was at fucking twenty-three! Twenty-three!”
“That doesn’t seem like all too high of a score.”
“Have you even played Flappy Bird, yet?”
“I hadn’t even heard of it before now. What’s that supposed to even mean?”
“Give me your phone.”
“Why do you want my phone?”
“Give it to me!” Dave lunges at him, pinning him to the futon. They roll around, wrestling for D’s phone, before Dave finally manages to pry it free of his hands. He exits out of a conversation with Hal in favor of opening up the Play Store. Within a handful of seconds, he’s handing the phone back with the video of an 8-bit blue bird flapping away, a button to play and a button for a score system. Dave forces him to press the play button. “The controls are easy,” he adds, “all you do is tap to go up and release to go down.”
First round, D gets zero. Second, third, fourth, fifth rounds come out with the same. On the sixth round, he gets through three pipes before the bird lags out and gives itself a concussion on the corner of a pipe. On the tenth round, Dave is cursing at the top of his lungs as he stomps away, leaving D to hum as he taps away, casually working his way out of the forties and into the fifties. He dies out at fifty-nine, sighs, shrugs, and starts again.
“The fuck was all that yelling for?” Bro asks as he walks into the apartment with a bag of groceries.
“Dave was playing some game and his phone died.”
“Ah.” D looks up, sacrificing his twenty-nine pipes to see the cracks spreading across Bro’s phone, which become more evident as the younger man takes his seat in Dave’s newly-vacated spot.
“What happened to your phone?”
“Hal got me to play Flappy Bird when he couldn’t get past three.”
“It’s not even that hard.”
“Bullshit it’s not hard!”
“Hey!” Dirk’s voice startles the both of them, forcing D to accidently kamikaze his bird at zero pipes while Bro jumps harshly beside him. They turn to look at him together, blinking innocently. “Do either of you know why Dave is fumi—oh God, not you too.”
“What’s so wrong with this game? It’s not even that hard!”
“First of all, thank you for agreeing with me, D. Second of all,” turning slowly, he calls down the hall, “Hal get your metal-chassis ass out here!”