Tell us about the parrots and the zipline? That sounds like the worst thing to happen ever.
Oh boy ok brace yourself cause this entire debacle was just a mess. Imma tell the story of this entire day cause it was just absolute bs
So I’m in Mexico with my family, yknow, having a nice vacation. My dad doesn’t do heat, so it was just my grandparents, my mom, and me. Keep in mind, I was like, 16 at the time, so this was a few years ago now.
So, i fully admit, I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Always have been, always will be. So when they said we could go to a massive park that was 90% underground, and the rest was like 300ft in the air, i jumped at the opprotunity.
so we get there and I immediatly beeline for the ziplines. Now, you can’t just do one of these suckers. Once you do one, there’s no going back until you’ve conquered all 12 (or something like that, there was a lot.) It took the better part of two exhausting hours to get through them all.
So before the parrot issue there was some other bs first. We brought my best friend with me that year, but because we were both too light, we had to go tandum for a lot of the lines, or else we wouldn’t make it across. We’d just get stuck in the middle of the line dangling like a pinata, and no body wants that.
so the first bs comes along. I’m singing the batman theme song to keep my friend calm, because she is not a fan of heights. Like, we are screaming NANANANANANANA BATMAAAAAN at the top of our lungs. And we look ahead and see this massive gap in the trees. Now, we’d gone over a couple cinotes already where we could see the people doing the under ground activities. We figued, hey, let’s laugh at the people doing the river swim that’ll make us feel better. SO we get up on it and my friend starts freak tf out. It wasn’t a cinote.
it was a snake pit.
A massive round, man made snake pit will with hundreds of writhing snakes. They were climbing the walls, even the trees that were like 3ft from our toes. So we’re freaking out like “I don’t wanna be indiana jones i’m too young!!” But we pass it with no problem. We keep going another few second or so, and we see another break in the trees. We’re bracing like cause we assume it was another snake pit. It wasn’t.
It was a crocodile pit.
cue freak out number two.
but we pass it and all is well. Then we come onto the landing strip. We were just starting out so this one was pretty low to the ground. And then i see a weird shape on the grass landing pad.
There was a crocodile on the lawn
we freaked OUT like you wouldn’t believe.
so we’re soaring at this thing and there’s no stopping. We’re waving at the guys who are supposed to catch us with a net like “yo guys u got a coc problem.” and they don’t seem bothered in the slightest. We pass over this thing and it doesn’t move, but i’m 99% sure i tried to kick it. Now we’re free we’re safe and we should be slowing down…why aren’t we slowing down.
we slam into the safety net full force and bounce back a couple feet. When we manage to unhook ourselves we find the two duded pissing themselves laughing.
it was a fake crocodile. i tried to kick a concrete lawn ornament.
onto the parrots.
for this next one my friend was freaking out, as we were over 300ft up. I wanted to go asap so i went attached to my mom instead. At this point, i am alrady 5′8″, and my mom is like 5′5″. so you have this massive beanpole of a child strapped to her tiny mother. So we take off and our combined weight has us absolutely flying down the line. It’s all idealyic and serene, and i’m enjoying my crocodile free cruise. I look down and through a break in the trees i spot the amphibian vehicles going in and out of the cave systems. All good. Right beside them is a pack of leopards sunning themselves on a rock, which is also directly below us. and im thinking “wow, this would a crappy time to fall” immediatly i hear
my legs hurt all of a sudden. I glance down and see blood dripping down my leg. Mom is screaming/laughing.
we hit a flock of parents mid flight
and they were pissed.
So im screaming and swatting at them, they’re screeching like little feathered demons and pecking t us, some were dangling off my shoe laces, shriekingly like hellions. I still have scars from those suckers. They eventually fly off starnig us down like “dont ever come to our terf again”
we finished the ziplines without incident after that.
but my day isnt over yet.
we have a wonderful lunch, i get my legs cleaned up, and we make the trek to the amphibian vehicles i saw earlier. We hop in and we’re going through the motions. Up and down, into caves and out. Super cool. Loved it.Then we come to where i saw the leopards.
all the cars in front of us pass without incident.
the second we roll up the leopards perk up and start running after us
cue freakout number 4654783
now, my grandpa is driving and i’m sitting there, with nothing but a mesh door between me and a pack of leopards
“grandpa go faster, we gotta goooo” and he just looks at me all calm like
“i know why they’re here.”
“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW WHY THEY’RE HERE GO FASTER”
He just calmly, oh so casually, pulls out a hot dog from lunch.I just kinda stare at him like GRANDPA
Obviously i do the smart thing
i grab that stupid hot dog at chuck at the nearest leopard
i hit it in the face
they all fall on each other trying to get a taste of that mustardy goodness and we take that moment to make our escape
and that was my” wth is going on in mexico extravaganza”
and that day didn’t even include the sting ray incident
top ten times yuuri katsuki was charming without him noticing
Top Ten Times Yuuri Katsuki Was Charming Without Him Noticing:
10) At a competition a little girl got lost and started
crying and he calmed her down and let her ride on his shoulders all the way
back to the rink when he went to find her parents
9) A fan gave him some artwork to sign and said ‘sorry, it
isn’t very good’ and despite being busy and in the middle of signing autographs
he still stopped and took a good few minutes to sincerely compliment her work
and style which made her blush so badly
8) At college he organised a study group for people who were
struggling on his course to share his notes and ended up unofficially tutoring
most of them for free and every single person who attended was a least
partially in love with him by the end
7) In the skate club in Detroit one of the ice dancers hurt
his leg in practice and so Yuuri offered to help the girl who was left without a
partner practice her routine by standing in for him even though he was embarrassed
that he didn’t really know the moves well. She was incredibly grateful, he
learned a bit of ice dancing and every other skater was insanely jealous of her
6) Once a couple proposed in front of him after one of his
competitions and he very sweetly congratulated them and offered to take a photo
but ended up being in the photo instead at their insistence
5) He did a guest appearance at an ice skating class for
children and was really, really good with the kids and encouraging them with
their skating and being generally a wonderful teacher and all the young single
parents were sighing over him and looking at each other like ‘he’s mine, I’m
calling it first, back off’.
4) He donated a lot of money to a dog shelter in Detroit and
there were loads of pictures and videos of him there playing with the puppies
and everyone’s hearts collectively melted
3) Once a girl at the skating club didn’t have anyone to go
to a fancy dance with her and she was embarrassed to go alone. Since Yuuri knew
he was a decent dancer he offered to go with her as friends so that she could
still go and it was a really sweet and considerate gesture and they spent the
evening having fun and owning everyone else in the room with how well they
danced. That girl was the one mentioned in chapter 14 who later invited Yuuri and
Phichit to her wedding. She met her future wife at that dance, which she
wouldn’t have gone to without Yuuri offering to help her out
2) That time he took the triplets backstage in chapter 12
and everyone was like ‘awwww’
1) Every little thing he did that made Viktor fall even more
in love with him over the years which was a lot and happened often
Summary: After regaining some of your memories, you and Jungkook finally face the truth.
Word count: 1.9k words
When Jieun came home, she found you sitting on the floor. Your eyes were red, but your tears had dried long ago. Jieun regarded your blank expression with concern, immediately dropping to the ground to check on you.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jieun asked frantically, looking at your body for injuries. “Did you hurt your leg again? Why are you crying?”
You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling more tired than upset. Jieun’s flittering hands stilled, as if she sensed that something was off.
“I remember now, Jieun,” you said. “I remember what happen that night, and what happened after. I know that you and Jungkook were a thing, and that he rejected me right away.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Jieun whispered, her own eyes watering. “I didn’t want to upset you or confuse you. It hurt you so much the first time, I didn’t want to see you go through it again.”
“I just don’t understand,” you replied, your voice strained with frustration. “Did you like him? Do you still like him? Is that why you tried to hide your relationship with him from me?”
“What? No! No, of course not,” Jieun exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise. “I mean, I did have a bit of a crush on him, but our relationship was just physical. It ended as soon as you two figured out that you’re…you know, soulmates.”
“But I’m still confused,” you said, trying to hold off another wave of tears. “Jungkook said he wanted nothing to do me. But now he’s so sweet. He’s like two different people, and I don’t know which one is the real him.”
“Just talk to him,” Jieun smiled, rubbing your back gently. “He’s not as bad as you remember. I’m sure the person Jungkook is with you now is the person he wishes he was when you first met.”
“Still, why was he so cruel in the beginning?” you asked helplessly. “I don’t know if I can forgive that.”
“Only Jungkook can answer that,” Jieun replied softly. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, okay?”
You nodded, realizing that Jieun knew much more than she let on. She helped you to your feet and led you back to the couch. You decided you wouldn’t press her for more information, because in the end, you would need to talk to Jungkook eventually.
Even though you had decided to talk to Jungkook, you hadn’t been able to muster enough courage to confront him. He had no idea that you had regained your memories, so he was contacting you like usual. But when you picked up your phone to reply, the events of your first encounter flashed before your eyes. Every time that happened, you put your phone down and tried to ignore your heavy heart.
So, to put it simply, you had been ignoring Jungkook for the past week.
You had several unread messages in your inbox from Jungkook. Surely Jungkook was so popular, he wasn’t used to be ignored. The texts started coming less frequently, and you wondered if they would eventually stop all together. You figured–albeit guiltily–that if Jungkook really wanted company, he could find another girl.
One Thursday afternoon, you were reading through some notes sent to you by a classmate when you heard Jungkook’s thoughts whispering in the back of your head. You jumped, growing unaccustomed to your soulmate’s presence after such a long period of silence.
“Why isn’t she talking to me?” Jungkook thought, and although it was quiet in your mind, you could hear the worry in your voice. Your heart panged, and you felt bad for assuming the worst of Jungkook. Clearly, he was still thinking of you. “Did I do something wrong again?”
No, not again. The first mistake was hurtful enough. But of course, Jungkook had no idea that you remembered what he had done. You wanted to scream at him–make him hurt as much as he had hurt you. But you also just wanted to see him again, because you had grown to love the caring side of Jungkook that he had shown you.
“Maybe her condition got worse,” came Jungkook’s next thought, which sounded even more alarmed than the last. “I should stop by. Yeah–I’ll go after class.”
You jumped to your feet, wavering as you tried to catch your balance. Reaching out for your crutches, you hobbled out of your room and into the living room, where Jieun was playing guitar.
“Jieun!” you screeched, making her jump.
“Oh my god!” Jieun squealed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Why are you screaming at me?”
“Jungkook’s coming here after his class is over,” you hurried to explain, your words overlapping in your haste. Still, Jieun understood what you were trying to say.
“Oh, so do you need me to leave?” Jieun asked, setting aside her guitar. “I can disappear for an hour or two.”
“No, no! Definitely do not leave,” you squeaked desperately. “I’m not ready to see him! I need you to cover for me. Tell him that I’m not home and that I forgot my phone here.”
“What? Y/N, are you avoiding him?” Jieun demanded, her face growing dark. “You promised me that you would talk to him! Ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.”
“I know, I know!” you replied. “And I will talk to him, but I’m just not ready yet. I need time to process everything so that I can face him properly. I don’t want to get upset and ruin things forever.”
Jieun’s face softened at your obvious fear, and she sighed. “I understand why you’re scared, but you should trust Jungkook a little bit too,” she argued. “He’s shown you that he’s a good guy, right? I get why you’re so hesitant, believe me. But I’m also seeing this from Jungkook’s perspective, too.”
“You’re my friend, be on my side!” you whined. Jieun rolled her eyes at you.
“Okay, don’t do that. I’m doing what’s best for you,” Jieun said. “Even though you don’t want to talk to him now, in the long run, you’ll be thanking me for making you two work out your problems.”
“I’ll thank you even more if you cover for me this one time,” you said, on the borderline of begging. “I swear I’ll talk to him after, Jieun! I just need a little more time. I’m really not ready to see Jungkook.”
“Fine,” Jieun sighed, falling back onto the couch in frustration. “I’ll cover for you this one time. You can go hide in your room or whatever.”
“Thank you so much, Jieun!” you cried. “I love you so much! You’re the best.”
“I know,” Jieun laughed. “And I’m assuming you ignored all of Jungkook’s attempts to contact you up until now?”
You looked away guiltily.
When Jungkook knocked on the door, you were hiding in your room. Your bedroom door was left slightly ajar, so if you peeked through, you could see the foyer. Jieun approached it, glaring at you as she did. You sent her a thankful smile.
Jieun opened the door, but you couldn’t see Jungkook.
“Oh, Jieun,” Jungkook said. You missed the sound of his sweet voice–you could admit that. “Is Y/N around? I haven’t heard from her since I saw her last week.”
“No, she’s not around,” Jieun replied easily. “Y/N had to spend the week with her grandparents, because they got really worried when they heard about the accident. And she was dumb enough to leave her phone at home.”
“Oh,” Jungkook said, sounding surprised. It sounded like a valid excuse, and you were a little shocked that Jieun was so good at lying. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me earlier.”
“It’s because she didn’t know that she would be leaving until her grandparents showed up,” Jieun answered. She continued a bit sheepishly, “Actually, I was supposed to tell you that she would be out of town. I guess I forgot.”
“Yeah, guess you did,” Jungkook replied dryly. Jieun just shrugged and sent him a carefree smile. “When will she be back?”
“Sometime next week,” Jieun said. You gulped, realizing that she was giving you a deadline.
“Alright,” Jungkook said slowly. He sounded like he was getting ready to leave. “Thanks, I guess.”
Jieun began to close the door slowly. You exhaled in relief, feeling your body deflate. I can’t believe that worked, you thought. Jieun should have been an actress.
“What the fuck?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly thundered. Jieun jumped, backing away from the door. Jungkook burst through the foyer. “Why are you lying to me?”
“W-what are you talking about?” Jieun stammered.
“Y/N, where are you?” Jungkook called out, ignoring Jieun completely. “I know you’re here. I can hear you thinking right now.”
“Yeah, oh shit is right,” Jungkook snorted. He scanned the apartment, finally settling on your bedroom door. He saw your face peeking through, and he smiled slightly and began to approach you.
Accepting your fate, you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door, clutching the doorframe for support.
“Why are you avoiding me?” Jungkook asked once he stood in front of you, the hurt clear in his downtrodden expression. “Did I do something to upset you?”
“Yeah, you did,” you replied tiredly.
“What was it?” Jungkook questioned, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did. I thought you had a good time with me last week.”
“I did,” you smiled. “You’ve been really great since the hospital. You helped me a lot, and you’re fun to be around.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Jungkook asked, cocking his head adorably in confusion.
“It’s what happened before then,” you said simply.
Jungkook paled, his mouth opening slightly. His eyes lowered, and you could see his jaw clenching. He stood there quietly for a few moments, but eventually, he tentatively lifted his gaze to meet yours.
“You remember everything,” Jungkook said quietly. It wasn’t a question. He was biting his lip nervously, and you wondered why he was the nervous one when it was you who had been deceived all along.
“Not everything, but I remember enough,” you responded. You broke your eye contact with Jungkook, feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t understand you at all, Jungkook. Why are being so nice now?”
“It’s…it’s a really long story,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t justify what I did, but if it means anything to you, I regret everything that happened that night. I didn’t mean a word I said.”
“Then why did you say what you did?”
“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Jungkook replied. “I can explain it to you if you’re willing to listen. I’ll tell you everything, I promise. And if you don’t want to see me after this, I won’t bother you ever again.”
“How do I know that what you’re saying is the truth?” you asked, looking at Jungkook for any signs of deceit.
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
You almost laughed–how could you trust him so easily again? But you remembered the boy who had slept by your bedside in the hospital, and the boy who acted like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The boy who had promised to sing to you.
“Fine, I’ll listen,” you breathed.
- Girl in Luv
Ok…this took to long. I kind of lost inspiration for this series, but it’s back now! You can expect more regular updates. The story’s drawing to a close…so what do think is going to happen? Also heads up: no posts tomorrow night. We’re going to prom!!! Thanks for reading guys! Ya girl’s gonna get turnt!
It is easy to love running on good days. It is much harder to love it when you pant after first kilometres. When your sports bra won’t stay in the place. Your legs still hurt from the previous run. It is too cold/hot/windy/rainy. You feel like shit. Or you just had a really bad day and running is the last thing you feel like doing. But those days are the most important because that’s when you are growing stronger.
Summary: When you return to the bunker with Sam, you realize how shaken Dean is after everything that has happened. All you want to do is comfort him but he ends up promising you something you never thought he would.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 1063
Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. Spoilers for the episode 12x22 “Who We Are”. Bit of fluff because let’s be real, we all need this.
Author’s Note: So. The two hour finale. It killed me. And episode 22? Also killed me. Jensen’s acting killed me. I’m just completely dead right now, okay? So, I had to write this because my Deanie Beanie deserves all the love and comfort in the world *clears throat* *pulls herself together*
Right. This is set right after the last scene of the episode, meaning right after that group hug the three Winchesters share. The gif used is not mine. You can find it here.
The steady sound
of running water overwhelmed your senses as you bonked your head against the
shower door, washing away worries and fears and that little voice in the back
of your mind that told you it was impossible for you to be there, to be back in
the bunker again, alive and safe and almost unscathed.
in and out, you wrapped yourself around a towel, and got out of the shower
slowly, eyes already darting towards the fresh scars and wounds covering your
You should be used
to it by now, but the thought of dying, of leaving this world, even in a blaze
of glory with Dean and Sam next to you, had scared you more than you’d like to
In and out.
fingers through your hair, you let the towel drop to the floor and reached for
your underwear, then slipped into one of Dean’s flannels, mind drifting to him
almost intuitively. You’d only seen him for a few moments after you and Sam had
returned from your mission, but you could tell that, whatever he’d seen in that
dream sequence inside Mary’s head had hurt him. Really hurt him, even though he’d never say that out loud.
And, God, you worried
In and out.
Soon enough, you
were in the room you shared with Dean, only to find him sitting on the edge of
the bed, holding what you knew was a picture of himself and his mother in hand.
Your heart broke.
“Hi there.” You whispered,
leaning against the doorframe.
He looked up then,
green eyes lighting up just a bit as he registered your presence.
Summary: after pulling a muscle on a mission, you need to stretch out your leg while working out. But you need help to do so. There’s only one person around to help.
Word Count: 2595 (I got carried away!)
Warnings: language + references to smut + angst
A/N: I have so much unfinished hw and I’m writing a fanfic. honestly I should just drop out I can’t anymore w school. anyway, enjoy 💛
“That bad?” Wanda says, chuckling breathlessly. I shake my head. A familiar pain strikes through my thigh and I wince. Wanda looks at me in concern. “Stop.” she says. I look at her for a moment, almost limping on the treadmill, before pressing the “Stop” button and letting the conveyer belt slow to a halt. She finishes her own as well, wiping the sheet of sweat off her forehead.
“He literally ate his rice with his hands.” I sigh. Wanda raises her eyebrows. “I don’t know when the dating pool shrunk to all the losers.” I shake my head.
“Well, don’t take it out in your workout.” she says. “At least not until your muscle has healed.” I roll my eyes. “Doctor’s orders!” she says impatiently. I stick my tongue out at her and she smiles. “Well, I’m done anyway. Tony organized a dinner.” I tilt my head.
“Tony did something nice? What’s the catch?” I say. She shrugs.
“I think Pepper kinda forced him to. He said something about bonding, and I knew there was no way he had decided to do this on his own account.” I smile, shaking my head. “I’m gonna go clean up. Make sure to be down by seven.” I nod and bid her farewell. “And please take it easy on the workout.” she says, exiting the gym.
I bite my lip and turn around, looking for the next thing to do. After a moment, I decide to work on my combat by the punching bags. I cover my hands first so I don’t hurt myself, then begin punching at the sand bag, grunting with each blow. I use my left leg to kick, keeping use of my right minimal, like my doctor said to. My elbows strike the bag over and over, letting out my pent up anger. My stupid muscle was keeping me from going on the missions. I’m stuck in the compound and the best thing I can do is watch Netflix. I’m dead weight until my leg heals, and there’s no telling when that will be. My mind goes back to the first time I had to sit out on an assignment, five days ago.
We were about to leave for a mission, practically walking out the door as we finished gearing up. It had been a day since my doctor told me I hurt my leg. I was limping slightly, as the pain had turned into a dull ache. I pull on my jacket and look around at my teammates. Everyone is preparing, tucking guns into their jeans, putting in earpieces. I notice Bucky looking at me for a moment, but I don’t give it any notice, because he soon calls Steve over to him. I return to my prep, sliding a small dagger into my boot. I turn around, ready to leave, and nearly crash straight into a chest. My feet stumbled back and my eyes meet Steve’s concerned ones.
“What?” I say, furrowing my eyebrows. He folds his arms and looks down at my leg.
“I think you should maybe sit this one out, Y/N.” he says firmly. I stare at him incredulously.
“What?” I say, shaking my head. “No, I’m fine, Steve. I can handle myself.” He purses his lips.
“And if you can’t?” I tilt my head at him.
“I’m trained, Steve. I can handle a leg.” I say, looking at him stubbornly.
“I can’t risk you getting caught out there. You know they’ll take advantage of any of our weaknesses.” I step back.
“I’m a weakness?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“You know that’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to get hurt.” I exhale sharply, looking around at everyone else. Nat’s lips are pursed, looking at me identically to the way Steve is. Everyone has stopped what they’re doing to tune into the conversation, looking at me like I’m a child. Everyone except Bucky.
“You gotta be kidding me.” I say, setting my gaze on each one of them.
“He’s right, Y/N.” Tony says, his voice muffled by his suit. “It won’t help anyone if your leg acts up and you fall on your ass. That’s bad enough, now add the responsibility of innocents and the threat of HYDRA.” My nose flares, because I know they’re right. I silently throw off my jacket and limp back to the elevator.
“Y/N!” someone yells from behind me. I snap out of my thoughts and stop beating the bag in front of me, turning around. Bucky is standing by the Dumbbells, concern obvious on his face. “Are you alright?” he says. I breathe heavily and look down at my wrapped feet, wondering how long he was calling me for.
“Fine.” I mutter, turning back to the punching bag. I feel his eyes burning into the back of my head and huff. Great, I think, now I can’t concentrate. I straighten my posture and swallow, still knowing that he’s watching me. Ignore, ignore, ignore. I begin punching again, trying to keep from making any grunts of effort. I’m back into a routine, this time not out of anger, but out of genuine focus. I’m in the zone, pretending to deface a HYDRA junkie, making him call for his mom. I get too excited, because I jump up and do a 360, sticking out my leg—my right leg—to kick in midair. My hamstring protests, causing a jolting pierce to run up my leg. I yelp and fall to the ground, landing on my knee. “Shit.” I mutter. From the other side of the gym, I hear something falls and footsteps approach.
“Y/N?” Bucky says. “What’s wrong?” I wince and pull my legs out from underneath me, laying them out,
“Uh, hurt my leg.” I groan. His brows furrow in worry.
“How bad?” he says, his eyes darting around my leg. He sits down on his knees beside me, his hands frozen in the air, unsure of where to go.
“Think I disturbed the healing or something. Doctor kind of expected it to happen, considering I work in combat.” I sigh, the pain not subsiding.
“What can I do?” Bucky says hesitantly. There is already a polite decline leaving my mouth when I cut myself off. Shit. My face visibly shows me cringing at the words I have to say.
“Uh… My doctor said to do an exercise.” I mumble, looking down at my lap.
“What is it?” Bucky says. I sigh and run my hand over my face.
“I have to lie down and keep my legs straight, and, uh, another person has to lift my leg up really slowly and to stop when it starts to hurt. And, um, keep doing that until I can get my leg to a 90 degree angle.“ I breathe. Bucky itches the back of his neck. “You don’t have to—”
“No, it’s fine. I’m not just gonna leave you here.” he says. I keep from gritting my teeth. I kinda wish you would. It would save an incredible amount of awkwardness.
“Um. Ok.” My face turns hot as I lie down on my back with my hands at my sides. Bucky shuffles over, still sitting on the ground.
“Right leg?” he asks. I nod, watching my chest rise and fall. He gets up and leans down, taking my ankle in his hands. My breath nearly hitches at the contrast of his cold metal hand and his humanly warm flesh one. It makes goosebumps rise on my entire body. His eyes meet mine as he stands back up slowly, taking my leg with him. I internally throw profanities at myself for deciding to wear gym shorts. What’s wrong with sweats, huh? “Tell me when it hurts.” Bucky says quietly. I bite down nervously on my bottom lip. He slowly lifts my leg up, the movement of his fingers on my skin making my legs clench, which is infuriating because it makes my thigh hurt. Every move he makes, I can feel it like I’m watching it. But all I can see is my own chest and most of Bucky’s face. He looks right at me, watching for any sign of pain. Once my leg has reached the same height as wear I imagine his belly button would be, I wince and bend my knee for a split second. Bucky re-straightens it, skimming his flesh hand to my kneecap and gently pushing it down. He kneels back to the floor and sets my leg on the ground without letting go of it. He rises again, slowly, making his way back up. My fingers are digging into the mat underneath me, begging for this to be over before I do something stupid. I try to stare up at the ceiling, but it’s so difficult when I know I could be staring to his marble-like eyes instead. And that’s precisely what I do. My leg reaches his chest before the back of my thigh stretches painfully. I narrow my eyes and breathe in sharply.
“Um, it hurts.” I whisper. He stops and proceeds to repeat the protocol, kneeling and rising. The only times my eyes leave his are when they disappear behind my chest, setting my ankle down. The process repeats four more times, dead silence consuming the gym. The only sounds are my erratically beating heart, my murmurs telling him that my leg hurts, and my foot gently touching the floor. On the last time, my leg is nearly there, and when he takes a step closer to me to reach my leg easier, I nearly stop breathing. He’s towering over me, his orbs staring at me softly. He smiles slightly.
“There we go.” he says. I look at my leg and realize that it’s reached the 90 degree angle. I open my mouth, then close it. His hands roam down the back of my shin as he backs up and lays my limb back on the floor, reaching an arm out to help me up. I slowly lift my hand and take his flesh one, letting him haul me off the ground. We’re standing unbearably close, is hand on my forearm.
“Thank you.” I whisper, looking down. He nods his head and slides his hand back the way it came, down my wrist, through my hand, lightly applying pressure on my fingertips before stepping away. I take a long breath in before beginning to walk. I don’t let the breath out until I’ve safely reached my room, locking it and collapsing onto my bed.
I only have about twenty minutes to get ready for dinner, so I take an impossibly quick shower—desperately trying to wash away the tingling on my right leg— and change into a pair of dark skinny jeans and a cream colored blouse. I brush my hair and leave it down to air dry, as I don’t have time to do it. I get out of my room just in time and head down the lounge. It’s modern and sleek with grey couches and smooth wooden floors. On the other end of the room, there’s a mountain of food neatly placed on the board glass dining table. The food is surrounded by empty dinner plates and cutlery. The rest of the team have just made it, talking to one another and taking their seats. I can’t help but smile. As much as I hate to admit it, I don’t blame them for keeping me off the missions. I feel grateful that they care about me enough to put my safety before the given assignment. Nat notices me standing at the entrance of the room and smiles, gesturing for me to approach. I do, greeting everyone in a friendly manner as I take a seat between Sam and Clint, breathing in the sweet scent of fresh food and laying a towel out on my lap. Most of it hasn’t been uncovered yet, still blanketed with a silverware dome. Chatter echoes around the table, but I stay silent, watching the plates being uncovered by outstretched hands, taking in the sight. Rice, ribs, steak, pasta. Every dinner food I can think of is stretched out on the table. I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I look over to Sam, whose looking at me mischievously. I narrow my eyes. “What?” I ask testingly. He smiles and props his cheek on his knuckles.
“I saw quite the sight earlier.” he says quietly. My eyebrows knit into a confused frown. “I saw you,” he pauses, “gettin’ all touchy with Barnes in the gym.” My eyes widen. I hear an irritating clink behind and look over to see Barton has dropped his glass of champagne. It leaks all over the glass, but no one seems to notice. He’s staring at Sam with his eyes wide. My head whips back to Sam and I give him a deadly glare. He doesn’t even look at me, but instead smiles at Clint.
“You had a thing with Barnes?” he says. I close my eyes at the volume of his voice and nearly off myself right there. The chatter at the table comes to an abrupt halt at the sentence. I’ve never been happier to not have Bucky at the table.
“No,” I croak, “I didn’t.” Tony giggles like a child. My eyes fly open and I look at him testingly. “I didn’t.”
“Then what the hell did I see?” Sam says. I swallow and look down.
“I hurt my leg. He was helping me stretch.” I say quietly. Tony makes an uh-hu and I grit my teeth.
“Stop.” I say. Sam and Tony have childish smirks on their faces that I wish I could punch clean off. Everyone else looks at me with raised eyebrows or widened eyes. “Nothing happened.” I mumble. Sam shrugs.
“Here he comes. We’ll just ask him ourselves.” Tony says. My breathing pattern disorients as I look behind me to see Bucky coming through the hall, shaking out his wet hair like a dog. I want to sink back into my chair and become one with it, completely out of sight and finished with this situation. “Hey, Barnes, what were you doing with Y/N in the gym?” Tony says. I barely look at him, just enough to see his face. He raises an eyebrow.
“Working out?” he says, like its the only possible thing that could’ve happened. I mean, it is. Of course it is.
“That’s not what I saw.” Sam says, tilting his head at Bucky. I feel a lump form in my throat as Bucky looks at me in confusion.
“She hurt her thigh. I was helping her stretch.” he says, squinting.
“Mmhhmm.” Tony says. “I bet you help her stretch all the time.” I stiffen, looking around the table. Clint, Sam, and Tony giggle profusely. Steve is tugging at his lips to keep a smile from reaching them. Wanda and Nat look at me in surprise. I breathe in and look down, suddenly disheartened.
“You know what, guys?” I say quietly, standing up and folding the towel on the table. “Have a great dinner.” I push my chair out with the back of my knees. The boys aren’t laughing anymore. The table’s eyes are on me. I shuffle out of the chair and turn around, walking past Bucky, brushing his shoulder and trying not to stare at his concerned face. My feet thump, carrying me back to my room, locking the door and sitting on the end of my bed, a sigh escaping my lips.
The RFA reacting to waking up with MC for thr first time? Not in a sex type of way but maybe they fell asleep on the couch or MC sat next to them till she fell asleep type of thing. Fluffy is nice :p
Fluffy is life! ^^ Hope you enjoy this!
RFA reacting to waking up with MC for the first time
woke up with the morning breeze blowing in his face, was he so tired that he
really dozed off on his rooftop?
looks down and… you??? You and him with a blanket wrapped around you two???
to scream and push you away before the beast comes out, but… you look so
peaceful in your sleep, so comfortable… you shouldn’t be so comfortable around
a man, all men are wolv… oh, shit! You’re hugging him and snuggling in his
he remembers, you two went to gym together and then he invited you over to cool
off after such an intense work out session
feels disgusted at himself for leaning against you like that, he was probably
all sweaty. Well, so were you, but your sweat smells like cinnamon to him, so
he doesn’t mind.
two went to his rooftop and talked a little drinking a beer. You seemed cold,
so he grabbed a blanket, and next thing you know… you were cuddling like this…
all his fear about losing control, he feels so glad, he would love to wake up
with you all over him like this every morning, but probably somewhere more
comfortable like his couch or… his bed…
BAD THOUGHTS, ZEN! SNAP OUT OF IT!
are you okay?” your sleepy voice and you half lidded eyes, this is too fucking
much! “You keep shaking, are you cold?”
he feels really hot, actually…
fine, MC, don’t worry.” “Okay, so go back to sleep…” you nuzzle at him again.
Oh well… you heard her, beast, go back to sleep…
feels his neck a little wry, this pillow seems different… wait! It’s not a
pillow, it’s… it’s… YOUR LAP!
so much for him to feel flustered. You’re so close, he’s sleeping on your lap
and you are IN PUBLIC!
yeah… LOLOL is about to send a new expansion, so there he is camping in front
of the store waiting to be one of the firsts to buy it.
he managed to bring you along is a thing he’ll never know… but what’s more
important right now is… the sweet smell of cherry emanating from your hair…and your legs are so comfortable…
What? No… the most important thing is… why did he drag you to this? And he should have offered his lap, or… at least, his shoulder for you to rest! You must be so uncomfortable! But you look ok… and so cute…
Are people in line looking at you? Oh no… this
is so embarrassing… they must think you are a couple…
would it be bad? People seeing you as a couple? He would never say it out loud,
but he fantasized so much about doing couple’s things with you…
together, having meals together, waking up together… at the same bed… oh no no
no! What was he thinking? This was so naughty, especially having you this
are you feeling sick? You’re so red… maybe you have a fever?” he didn’t even
notice you waking up. You put your hand on his forehead, could he get even
redder? He looks at you all tense, your eyes are a little squinched because you
didn’t wake up completely, so… cute!
you don’t feel that hot…, just rest a little more, okay? I’ll wake you up when the store opens.” He
hesitates a lot, but you’re so warm and he’s so tired… he awkwardly rests his
head again on your lap and feel your fingers resting lazily on his hair, well,
none of his fantasies went that far…
wakes up when she feels your head leaning on her shoulder… oh… Zen can ever
know you two slept during his movie.
You’re sleeping on her? YOU are sleeping on HER?
feels kinda honored that you think she’s comfortable enough for you to just
lean on, but… why?
two came to see this movie Zen has a cameo on, maybe you two got too tired of
waiting for his scene? She would be offended if it was someone else, but since
it is you… she understands, she felt asleep too, after all.
wonders if people on the row behind you think you’re just a couple and you are
snuggling in her because it’s romantic… she giggles at this thought because,
well… it feels sort of… exciting?
it’s such a bright feeling… the idea of people seeing you as a couple,
imagining you do these cute and cheesy couple things… she would like doing
these cute and cheesy things with you…
you did that while you’re watching one of Zen’s DVDs together, on her couch…
oh! What would she do?
did I miss some funny part?” you whisper at her ear, and she shivers. “Hum…
n-no, MC, why?” “Well, you’re grinning so much… did Zen appear yet?”
not yet… you can sleep a little more if you want, I’ll wake you up, okay?” you
just nod, close your eyes again and go back to her shoulder.
she is grinning again, but it has nothing to do with the movie.
wakes up at his couch feeling something on his lap, it seems a little heavier
than Elizabeth the 3rd
oh… it’s your head, you are… resting your head at his lap, this is… weird? And…
so… intimate? And… good?
least you don’t have your face turned to his body and… oh, you roll over, he
can feel your breathing through his shirt.
invited you over to show you some ideas he had for a new cat project. People
could judge him and he didn’t care, but your opinion on his cat projects is
gave him great suggestions as usual, and you two could spend the whole night
discussing it, but you felt tired at some
point and fell asleep on his shoulder.
should have offered you a bedroom, but he was pretty tired himself… and you’re
so warm and… look so comfortable.
not sure about what moment of the night you fell on his lap, but… does it
really matter? It’s so… amusing…
feels so tempted to caress your hair, it looks so silky… and your peaceful
sleepy face is so… mesmerizing, he could watch you sleep like this every night.
would prefer doing this in bed, when he can look straight at you, laying beside
you… easy there, Jumin…
so weird knowing you trust him that much to let yourself be so vulnerable near
him, usually people feel so intimidated by his presence, but not you… you just
think he’s good enough for you to rest…
“Jumin, doesn’t your neck hurt?” your sleepy
voice is like music to his ears “No, MC. Why do you ask?” “You’ve been keeping
your head down, maybe you have a wryneck?”
worry about me, MC. What about you? Aren’t you uncomfortable?” you look around, grab a pillow and put on his
lap. “I’m okay… sweet dreams, Jumin.” And you get back to sleep.
he doesn’t need to sleep or dream, this is sweet enough for him.
wakes up because this pillow feels a little weird…it’s comfortable, but it’s
it’s not a pillow, it’s your chest… he blushes, did he drool a little? Gross…
and kind of pervy?
looks at you and sees you’re drooling a little too, ok, now he’s not that
Wants to take lots of pictures of you to spam the chatroom, but there’s something about you like this that makes him feel he should be the only one to ever see you so peaceful and vulnerable.
legs hurt, keeping them curled up like this all night because there’s not much
space on the backseat of his car it’s a little uncomfortable. Luckily enough,
the upper half of his body enjoyed this warm and smooth pillow that is your
invited you for a ride in one of his babies, unfortunately, there was a problem
with the engine. He called a tow truck, but it was taking too long and you
looked so tired… so you two moved to the backseat… maybe he was very tired
himself too… who knows if the tow truck showed up after all?
can hear your heartbeat, it’s so liberating and soothing at the same time, now
it’s slow since you’re sleeping, but he can’t help thinking if he could ever
make it race with his words or… with his touch? What is he thinking? No no no…
of your body is under him, but he would still like to touch you more, run his
fingers through your hair, trace your jaw line… he keeps getting greedy with
rarely sleeps this well, well, he rarely sleeps, and being able to relax like
this just because you’re this close could only mean one thing, right?
don’t your legs hurt like this?” your sleepy eyes and messy hair are the cutest
thing he’s ever seen, he swears. “Oh… a little, but it’s fine, MC.”
here, let’s exchange so you can stretch your legs a little.” Now your legs are
curled up and he’s being the pillow.
now he can at least caress your hair, but he’s the one with the heart racing
"Stop being a baby!” you said to your best friend and colleague.
“But it hurts,” Spencer complained.
“Well of course it hurts you idiot, you’ve broken your leg."
"Can you just drive more carefully please?"
You were in your car driving back from the hospital where you’d spent the last four hours. Spencer was laid out across your back seat, his leg in plaster. You’d been with him when he’d fallen out of the tree, an image you still couldn’t get out of your head.
Spencer Reid. In a tree. You couldn’t wait to tell the others. You’d taken pictures.
"This wouldn’t have happened if you’d listened to me. I told you those branches couldn’t take your weight.” You couldn’t help but gloat.
“Yes well, I was trying to be nice. That little girl wouldn’t stop crying.”
The two of you had met up for coffee, having returned from your most recent case the evening before. It was a pleasant day so you’d decided to take a walk through the local park.
You’d come across a young mother trying to calm her crying child, her kite stuck in a tree.
Spencer, being the gentleman he was, had offered to climb up and get it. You laughed telling him there’s no way those branches could take his weight but he’d ignored you.
Less than 30 seconds into his climb, you heard a cracking and a loud girlish squeal as he came crashing to the ground, landing on his leg at an awkward angle.
You couldn’t not laugh at him even though he was clearly hurt. The little girl’s mom had been mortified, especially when you told her what you both did for a living. “It’s fine,” you’d assured her. “He got shot in the leg last year, he’s used to being injured.”
“Can you stop laughing at me and call an ambulance please?” Spencer had piped up from the ground.
“Let me just take a picture so I can show the team.” You pulled out your cell. “Smile.”
He’d glared at you. “ Ambulance. Now Y/N.”
“Fine, fine. No need to get so tetchy.”
Four hours and multiple photos later, you were on your way home, you having followed the ambulance in your car. You were taking Spencer back to your apartment as yours had an elevator and his didn’t, stopping by at his on the way picking up the list of items he’d given you.
You drove over another pothole hearing him whine again. “I beg of you, please just drive carefully."
You signaled, pulling to the side of the road "Get outta the car Reid.” You spun around in your seat.
“Wait… No! I’m injured.”
“Criticise my driving again, and you can walk home. And I won’t let you stay at my apartment meaning you’ll have to call Morgan and tell him how you tried and failed to fly today.”
He pouted at you. “I’m sorry, you’re not a bad driver. It’s just the pot holes nudge my leg and it freaking hurts. It’s not so bad until you go over one.”
He’d refused painkillers at the hospital, you understanding why, and suddenly you felt bad for taking the piss out of him.
“I’ll try and avoid them okay. I’m sorry.”
You made it home with a few mores groans from him and you helped him into your building making it to your apartment with only a few stumbles.
“Stay here, I’ll make up the couch now so we don’t have to do it later.”
“Aww you’re giving up your bed for me Y/N?”
“Fuck no…. I don’t give up my bed for no-one. You’re having the couch.”
“But I’m injured… And your pull out isn’t very comfortable.” He stayed on it before during your many movie marathons when he couldn’t be bothered to drive home.
“I’m not giving up my bed Spence. You’re my best friend and I love you to bits but just no. Not happening.”
“But I gave you mine when you had strep throat and demanded I take you home and look after you.”
“And that, is because you are a much nicer person than I am.”
He tried to give you his puppy dog face which he knew almost always made you break. You shook your head at him. This was one thing you weren’t budging on.
You made up the couch for him and put his bags on the chair. Deciding you were both starving you ordered pizza, watching an old episode of the Twilight Zone when it arrived.
When you finished up, you tidied your mess away feeling Spencer watching you. He went to speak, stopping before any words actually left his mouth.
“S'up?” You turned to your friend.
He screwed up his mouth, his hands nervously playing with his tee shirt.
“I need a shower.”
He did….When he’d fell he’d landed in some mud and although you’d managed to wipe most of it off whilst you were in the hospital waiting room some of it had matted into his hair, making it even messier than usual.
“I…..um, I’m not gonna be able to pull my jeans off. And I probably won’t be able stand for long in your shower by myself.”
“Can you wait until tomorrow and I can get Morgan to come and help?”
He shook his head. “You know how funny I am about showering everyday. I won’t be able to relax if I don’t. Please?”
“We’ll have to cut your jeans off.” The doctor had already hacked them off at the knee in order to plaster him up so they were ruined anyway. “And… We’ll work the other stuff out as we go. Your boxers are staying on by the way.”
You went into your kitchen pulling out a roll of black bin liners, duct tape and your kitchen scissors, grabbing some towels from the basket of clean laundry you’d yet to put away.
“Move it hop along.” You motioned towards your bathroom.
“It kinda looks like you’re getting ready to murder me or something Y/N.” He pointed to the bags and scissors.
“Oh Spencer… I’d at least wait until you were asleep. Now come on.”
He pulled himself up using his crutch as leverage and hobbling into the bathroom behind you.
Flipping the lid of your toilet seat down, you instruct him, “Sit.”
You took his crutch off him propping it up against a wall. Twirling the scissors around your fingers you smiled menacingly at him. “Do you trust me?"
"I don’t really have much choice.” He stuck his leg out. “Just…. Don’t cut through my boxers okay.”
Raising your eyebrows at him you joked, “Spencer, if I wanted to see your dick I would have seen it by now. Trust me on that."
He flushed slightly as you reached for the bottom of his jeans, starting to cut up the side of his leg pulling the fabric apart as you did so you could easily see when you reached his underwear.
"Pink boxers Spencer? Really?”
He shrugged at you. You continued cutting reaching the top. “Lift your butt off the seat slightly.”
He did and you quickly yanked the jeans from under him so they settled around his thighs. He rested back down. You removed his other Converse and sock, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom and pulling the jeans down and off his other leg.
“Act one complete. Now onto Act two.” You started humming the Green Hill Zone music from Sonic the Hedgehog as you pulled a black bag from the roll, opening it up and lifting his leg inside it carefully.
“I never knew you were a Sonic fan Y/N.”
“Up down left right A B C start, you know it baby.” You winked at him. “Now hold the bag around the top of your cast please.”
He gripped the plastic and you reached for the duct tape, taping the plastic flush to his leg and laughing at the finished look.
“You’re probably gonna lose a few leg hairs getting that off.”
“Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Call yourself a genius Dr Reid….. ”
You stood up from your spot on the floor, leaning over and flicking the shower on.
When you’d turned around, Spencer had pulled his tee shirt off.
You’d seen him shirtless before when you’d hurriedly changed in front of each other when out on cases. In fact you’d seen all of the team in various states of undress, but you’d not seen him with his top off in about four months.
He’d changed. Not massively, but his tummy had more definition and tone to it and you could make out the start of a V nearing his hips. His shoulders and arms had more muscle. You’d always thought he’d had nice arms but now they definitely looked like they could do a lot more damage.
“Trying to impress someone Spencer?” you teased. His cheeks flushed. “OMG, I was joking but you actually are. Who? As your best friend I demand you tell me.”
“It…. It’s n-noone.” He hardly ever stuttered around you now, he had when you’d first met eighteen months ago but he’d stopped when you’d become closer friends.
“It’s clearly someone… Tell me!”
“Pffft. Lies. All lies. Well you’re looking very sexy Dr Reid, even with the bag wrapped round your leg.”
You actually meant this too. You’d always thought Spencer was attractive with his messy hair and deep brown eyes but you’d become such good friends that you’d pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You teased him all the time and faux flirted, loving watching him get flustered trying to come back with a retort. He rarely managed it, him being fairly awkward around girls.
“Whoever she is, if she doesn’t like you for you then she’s not worth it. Don’t change yourself just to impress someone else. You’re perfect just as you are.”
He blushed the deepest red you’d seen on him in a long time, muttering out a thanks.
“Now, let’s get you wet sugar!” you drawled earning a chuckle from him, his awkwardness at your compliment fading.
He inched into your walk in shower using one hand to steady himself against the tiles, while he tried to get under the spray and not get his leg wet at the same time. Although the cast was covered, you still had to be careful.
It was funny to watch and every few moments he’d wobble, letting out a little screech and you’d reach out your arm to steady him.
Seeing you laughing he flicked his arm through the spray, water droplets hitting you.
“Stop laughing then and help me wash my hair. I can’t do it and steady myself at the same time.”
“How exactly am I meant to wash your hair for you? You’re a good seven inches taller than me Reid.”
His brow furrowed thinking, and suddenly you had a brainwave. One that would make this all so much easier.
“Be right back.” You ran into your kitchen spying one of your bar stools and taking it back into the bathroom with. You reckoned it would just about fit. Motioning him to move out the way you placed the chair in the shower with him.
“Ta daaaa!! Now sit.”
Pulling off your hoody and your own jeans you stepped into the shower behind him leaving your tee shirt and underwear on. You unhooked the shower head from its holster on the wall, handing it to him hold.
You grabbed your shampoo from the rack, squirting some onto his messy hair. “Head back Spencer.”
He did as instructed, holding the spray of the shower away from you both and as you ran your fingers through his locks, massaging the shampoo into a lather.
“I swear you have nicer hair than me Spence. It’s really not fair."
He laughed and you took the shower head off him, rinsing it through and repeating the same steps with the conditioner.
His eyes were closed and you swore you heard a light moan coming from him as you massaged his scalp lightly.
Handing him your body wash and a spare sponge you held the shower head above him, the water sluicing down his back as he washed himself. “Y/N…. Close your eyes please.”
“I’m not looking, feel free to give yourself a good ole scrub down there. Just remember; once is fine, twice is okay, but three times…. And I’m leaving the shower.”
He laughed announcing a few moments later that he was done. You shut off the water, helping him up and moving the chair out.
“Think you can hobble back and get dressed yourself whilst I have a quick wash?”
He nodded wrapping a towel around his middle, grabbing his crutch and heading out of the room.
You stripped, quickly shaving your legs and washing your own hair. When you’d finished you dried off, dressing in the same pajamas you’d left in there this morning.
Spencer was laid out on your bed propped up with your pillows against your headboard. He’d managed to dress himself in a pair of loose pajama pants and a tee shirt, you noticing the wet towel and his pink boxers lying on top of your wash basket. The black bag had gone as well.
“He hey hey, I said you weren’t having my bed.”
He grinned. “I’m not, just let’s watch TV in here for a bit. It’s more comfy.”
You relented, he was right after all. You chucked him the TV clicker, climbing on to the bed next to him.
“Thank you by the way.”
"For um… Letting me stay here and helping me in the shower and stuff. I know it was a bit weird.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re my bestie and you’re hurt. I may take the piss but I genuinely don’t like you being in pain…. Except when it’s caused by me.” You reached out and pinched his arm. “Oh and Spence, I don’t really find anything weird with you. I feel comfortable when I’m with you. Kinda…. At home?” The last part came out like a question, more because you weren’t sure how else to explain yourself.
He glanced at you. “Me too Y/N.” He got what you meant.
He flicked through the channels, settling on some teen movie that had not long started.
Fifteen minutes in and you were exasperated with the storyline already.
“For fucks sake, her best friend is clearly the better option and he’s obviously head over heels for her. I can’t stand these types of movies.”
“Why not?” Spencer shot you a sideways look.
“Just the whole dynamic. If you have feelings for your best friend, then freaking tell them. Or show them somehow.”
“Like how? Maybe he’s shy. What if he’s scared?” Reid’s voice sounded weird. Slightly strangled somehow.
“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “There’s ways of telling someone without actually saying it. Take her hand whilst you’re out walking or something. If she pulls away, she’s not into you like that and you can just pretend it never happened. No harm done, no awkward conversation.”
He went quiet and you resumed watching the movie.
Twenty minutes later, you felt his arm twitch on the bed. You turned to look at him, his eyes intently focused on the screen.
Another few minutes later, the same thing. His hand actually leaving its spot on the bed this time before putting it back down again.
A full ten minutes later you heard him inhale a deep breath before moving his hand and wrapping it around yours.
You jumped but didn’t pull away, just staring at your hands for a moment, thoughts running through your head, replaying the conversation you’d not long had.
This was new.
But not horrible. Definitely not horrible. In fact…..
You liked it. Like really liked it.
Spencer went to pull his hand away, obviously scared by your lack of response.
“No….. Leave it Spence."
You turned your hand face up so you could interlace your fingers with his, enjoying the warmth and strangely fuzzy feeling it gave you inside your tummy.
He liked you? Like that?
He liked you.
And given the butterflies you could feel dive bombing in your stomach, you liked him back.
Well, he was hot. And he knew almost everything about you.
And you did spend almost all your spare time with him.
And he was funny, and caring and kind. He was your favourite person in the world.
You liked him. Why had you never realised?
This was completely unexpected.
You gave his hand a soft squeeze, raising your eyes to his. His beautiful eyes, looking so nervous and unsure.
You smiled at him, slightly unsure yourself.
He returned your grin, releasing the breath he’d been holding and squeezing back.
Okay. You could work with this.
You wriggled closer to him, lifting his arm up and placing it around your shoulder before resting your head against his shoulder. You heard a sigh that you could only describe as contentment coming from him.
Summary: Dean talks in his sleep sometimes. And he has interesting things to say.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 826 (let’s pretend it’s a drabble, okay? This is a drabble)
Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff.
Author’s Note: So, apparently @ravengirl94 and I cannot torment each other with sleepy Dean gifs without actually writing a story about them. She wrote this masterpiece a few days ago and since then we discovered that the gif above is our favorite sleepy Dean gif (I personally like to imagine that he’s snuggling into me), so I made a story to go with it. Also, thank you so much, twin, for reading this over for me. (Honestly, none of my stuff would be posted if she didn’t put up with my constant whining so she’s a hero, guys)
One thing you’ve come to realize when you started dating Dean Winchester is that falling asleep next to him is an absolute gift, the best part of your day even.
Granted, Dean is a strong man, all muscles and strength, lean arms and legs that can hurt and torture and kill, but his body is always soft and warm against yours, a cocoon of safety that makes you feel loved and cherished.
You love the firmness of it, love the way it feels pressed against yours, love the fact that no matter how long the day has been or how tired you are or how long you have to wait for him to come to bed, you always end up a mess of limbs, even breaths and steady heartbeats. He usually keeps you pressed against his side, arm draped over your hip protectively, legs tangled, bodies fitting together perfectly like pieces of the same broken glass. Tonight though, it’s different.
Gryffindor is laughing at your jokes and not caring what others think. Gryffindor is falling in love with life every day when you wake up when the sun touches your face. Gryffindor is emptying a water bottle over your head on a hot day and not changing your wet clothes. Gryffindor is always telling the truth even if it hurts. Gryffindor is knowing that brave doesn’t mean not being afraid but doing something despite experiencing fear. Gryffindor is kissing strangers at a party. Gryffindor is blasting music and singing the lyrics wrong. Gryffindor is the strong wind playing with your hair as you’re leaning out of the window. Gryffindor is crying with the rain and screaming with the thunder. Gryffindor is the friend who takes you by the hand when you need them to. Gryffindor is staring at fireworks with wide-opened eyes. Gryffindor is stargazing with that one person and feeling eternity. Gryffindor is the smirk you give someone right before you punch them in the face. Gryffindor is the one person you’ll always remember for being loud and strong yet always there when you needed them. Gryffindor are the memories of your youth that never fade. Gryffindor is the song stuck in your head that you associate with something that happened to you when you heard it for the first time. Gryffindor is slipping into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and not getting out of them for the whole day. Gryffindor is the red and yellow leaves in Fall that rustle beneath your feet. Gryffindor is the river flowing so fast and reckless taking everything with it. Gryffindor is dancing around a fire and singing songs from old days. Gryffindor is staying up all night to talk. Gryffindor is belonging to no one and everyone at the same time. Gryffindor is running so fast that your legs hurt. Gryffindor doing without thinking and living with the consequences.
Slytherin [by Tory]:
Slytherin is hanging an old diploma that belonged to a
long-deceased family member you’ve never met in a place of honor in your house.
Slytherin is clutching smoke and loving the feeling of it slipping through your
fingers. Slytherin is turning off all the lights in your house and letting the
last glints of the setting sun peek in through your window. Slytherin is
smiling and laughing and never letting on that you secretly want to hit the
person you’re talking to over the head. Slytherin is weaving in and out of traffic. Slytherin is the sunlight that ripples
down onto the floor below you when you’re submerged in a pool. Slytherin is
sometimes lying to others, but never to yourself. Slytherin is playing up the
shadows and contrast when you’re editing a picture. Slytherin is dressing up on
your days off. Slytherin is expecting the very best from those around you, and
yet also turning the other cheek when the ones you love hurt you. Slytherin is missing
the school bus and, instead of calling a friend or family member for a ride,
walking home instead. Slytherin is falling in love with historical figures.
Slytherin is skimming through photo albums by the light of a fire at Christmas
time. Slytherin is wanting the freedom to change your mind whenever you want,
but not actually doing so. Slytherin is a Venetian mask. Slytherin is a velvet curtain
on a stage. Slytherin is an instrumental music track that pulls at your heartstrings.
Slytherin is a piece of refreshing mint gum.
Slytherin is the pair of eyes that says much more than a mouth ever
Hufflepuff [by Jinxy]:
Hufflepuff is sweaters with fraying sleeves and fading covers. It’s skipping stones sending up ripples as they sink in a lake. It’s the last dandelion seed clinging to the stem and a half-written letter. Hufflepuff is hair escaping a braid. It’s extra buttons collected in a jar on the bookshelf. Hufflepuff is empty birdhouses and open windows. It’s a garden of sunflowers reaching for the sun. Hufflepuff is the moment of anticipation right before something exciting happens. It’s trumpet music and untied shoelaces. Hufflepuff is old, flowery wallpaper. It’s singing along to a song, but only knowing the words to the chorus. It’s waiting, but not giving up hope. Hufflepuff is the nostalgia of entering a childhood home. It’s thunderstorms. Hufflepuff is forgetting a word mid-sentence. It’s a smile hiding tears, blurred family photographs, and the kitchen in wake of cooking. Hufflepuff is glasses clinking together in toast and friends reuniting after too long apart. It’s a long exhale and the first step into a new adventure.
Ravenclaw [by Abigail]:
Ravenclaw is the quiet patter of rain at night, leaves falling in fall, finding a geode, converse, hair falling onto the floor after being cut. Ravenclaw is purple flower petals blowing in the wind, glitter, the smell of hot chocolate in the winter, the sound of water flowing over rocks in the creek, trying new ice cream flavors, stupid puns, new sheet music, the seat heater in the car. Ravenclaw is scribbling with a brand new pen, quiet giggles at a campfire, spinning in a dress, the new book smell, space, lavender, newly painted nails, fluffing a pillow right before bed, making a fresh cup of tea, Ravenclaw is the moment you get something perfect after working hard on it, snowflakes falling on your nose, petting a dog after a long day, a half smile, water dripping on your nose after a shower, a perfectly baked treat. Ravenclaw is catching fireflies once the night has gone completely dark, the wind in your face and hair while walking, dark lipstick, a new pair of heels, curly hair. Ravenclaw is staring up at the stars on a summer night with a friend, the feeling you get after learning something new, crazy socks, perfecting the messy bun. Ravenclaw is standing on the beach as the waves come up and hit your knees, the sound of a clock ticking, the feeling of when you just jump in without thinking.
Okay so I really like this headcanon I have that Lance can’t control his healing powers–that they’re automatic as soon as he touches someone who is injured. So what if either:
a) Lance crashes with someone who’s injured enough that they can’t by themselves, and they’re unconscious. So Lance has to drag them to safety, even though he can feel how much it’s taking out of him. When they finally come to, Lance just barely manages a relieved smile and an “oh, good; you’re awake,” before he collapses in a feverish heap
b) Lance’s leg is hurt and he has to lean on another paladin. However, the other paladin is bleeding internally, and they don’t know it until Lance suddenly collapses wit a high fever and they realize their ribs don’t hurt nearly as much as they did a few hours ago…
A/N: Well, I have a small Sam crisis and I’ll appreciate all the feedbacks on this one since it’s my first A/B/O. I hope I got everything correctly, I really look forward to write more in the future. :)
Words count: 1700 ish
Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
Warnings: no plot, unprotected sex (use condoms IRL), A/B/O dynamics.
“That’s not mine”
You stare at the long, grey sock like it is some kind of new discovery nobody has done before you. Honestly, you feel a little like a chicken who found a toothpick and you keep observing it as if it is going to move and run away from your fingers.
You breath in the faint smell that is still on the sock even after being cleaned. You tremble a little as the scent triggers something deep inside you. No doubt an alpha owns this. But why does it make your stomach burn this way?
phone vibrating across your nightstand pulled you from a restless sleep. Truth
be told, you hadn’t slept soundly since you’d been back except for the night
you’d fallen asleep in Dean’s arms. You’d been plagued by dreams of all the
hunts you’d been on, the woman you’d killed, the spirits of those little kids,
Magda, and her horrible mother. You reached your hand out into the darkness and
fished around for your phone, finally finding it and pulling it back to your
to wake you, Y/N, but this is important.” Cas answered hastily. “I may have
found a lead on the pieces of your soul.” You sat up, resting your back against
the headboard and pulling your knees up to your chest.
You breathed. “Spill. What’d you find?”
hesitant to tell you over the phone, Y/N, I’m sorry, but someone could be
listening.” Cas explained. “What I can tell you is we may need to talk to your
he’s…he’s dead how are you gonna -“
can make it happen.” Cas cut you off before you could finish. Whatever he found
out wasn’t good news and it was making you nervous. “I’ll be at the bunker
Cas’ phone call you tried in vain to go back to sleep, tossing and turning,
before you finally gave up. You changed your clothes and went to the kitchen,
pouring yourself a tumbler of whiskey and making your way to the library,
sitting in one of the chairs and thinking about what the angel had said.
It had become a problem. Well, it’d been a problem since the cast was on, but now it was just getting worse.
When you first broke your leg, you weren’t too upset about the cast and the crutches. You’d never had them as a kid and now you were excited to experience what your friends all had the chance to experience in school.
Crutches seemed fun. An excuse to not take the stairs. People would do things for you with no questions asked. And you could bum around without any judgement. Seemed like a great life.
Except for the fact that crutches hurt. Bad. Your arms hurt. Your armpits hurt. Your shoulders hurt. Your boobs hurt. Your other leg hurt. And you kept tripping. No matter what you did the crutches would land on a dog toy or they’d get caught on the carpet or you were just a klutz. Whatever the case you couldn’t wait to get them out of your life.
Today was the day. You were going to be free. But you weren’t.
Your doctor smiled sweetly before relaying the bad news.
“Y/N, your leg can’t be out of this cast yet. It’s still in bad shape.” Yeah, probably from tripping constantly with the crutches. “If you’d like we can get you a new wrap for it.”
“No. It’s fine. I just want to go home.” You groaned. The doctor gave you another sad smile before helping you off the exam table and holding the devil’s ornaments aka crutches out to you.
“Is someone here to drive you?” You nodded. You knew he’d be thoroughly amused to see you hobbling out on the metal death traps. “Okay love. Have a great day. See you in three weeks.” THREE WEEKS! Almost a month of continuing to trip and hate life. Sounds wonderful.
You gave her a smile and limped for the door. Your arms were sore and ready to give out and you knew your back couldn’t take much more of the hunched position they caused. As much pain as you were in, it dissipated when you saw Harry slip out of the back of his car.
He was coming from interviews, but he’d promised to pick you up so you wouldn’t have to take another Uber. And as usual, he followed through with his promise.
What you hadn’t been expecting was the driver and the suit and the luxury car. Maybe the Range Rover, but not the Bentley. You weren’t complaining. At all.
“Well, well, well,” Harry stopped when he saw what must have been a very depressing sight. You were all but hanging off your crutches in front of him, with a very blue cast that matched the very blue feeling you had inside. “I thought you were a free woman today?” He frowned and kissed you.
“I was supposed to be. But these death traps keep tripping me and so my leg is still broken and so I have to keep using the death traps and so I keep tripping and so my leg will forever be broken.” You groaned in one breath and he just looked at you.
“And so?” You knew he was mocking you, but you weren’t in the mood.
“And so I’ll just get myself home. Thanks so much Comedy Central.” You sassed him before hobbling away from him. It only took you a few swings before your crutch got caught in the sidewalk crack and you almost fell.
You knew he’d lunged behind you to catch you, as he had been doing for weeks, but you caught yourself. Reluctantly, you turned to face him. He had his eyebrows raised and was watching you carefully.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I’m just really sick of this and I just want my leg back.” You whined, some tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. Harry chuckled a little bit with his perfect smile and you couldn’t stay mad. But you could stay irritated at the world and your crutches.
“It’s not funny.” You pouted. This time you didn’t have the strength to hold the tears back. Finally, Harry saw that you weren’t joking about your upset. But that you were actually genuinely stressed.
“Babe,” He grabbed your shoulders and you flinched as they were still sore. He immediately removed his hands. Another issue with the crutches–he was afraid to touch you. “Sorry.” He mumbled. “I like you with one leg and crutches and tripping just as much as I like you with two legs and no crutches and falling. You’re still Y/N and that’s all I need.” He smiled at you.
There was no way anyone could have been grouchy after that, except you. You still found a way and he saw it.
“Alright, you know what?” He frowned and shrugged his jacket off and handed it to the driver. Harry rolled up his sleeves and then gestured to the driver to come towards you. “Take the crutches would you?” He asked nicely and the driver nodded.
“Harry, what are you doing? I need them. I can’t walk without them.” Your voice went from watery and breaking to frantic and scared. “You’ll kill me.” Your voice cracked and he rolled his eyes as he rested his hand on his cheek mocking your upset.
“You’re not walking anywhere.” He mumbled before leaning down a bit. Within a blink of the eye you were propped up in his arms being carried bridal style to the car. “You don’t want to trip? Fine. I’ll carry you everywhere. Just like the princess you are. The ground doesn’t deserve you.”
Part of you knew he was being sarcastic and mocking your dramatics, but another part of you knew he semi-meant what he was saying.
He carefully ducked into the backseat of the car, being careful not to hit your head. You watched as his driver placed the crutches in the trunk and then enter the car.
“It’s really going to be okay.” He kissed your forehead and you finally smiled. “Well would you look at that. You smile.”
He may have greeted you with an over-dramatic entrance and mocked your pain, but at the end of the day you knew you were his princess and nothing was going to change that.
It’s been two whole days and my legs are still absolutely killing me and frankly, this is hilarious. I’ve been sore before but two whole days is just, like I dont think thats happened since i first started getting into running and just? The reason. 100% the reason for this is that i just went that hard because of the Deku vs. Todoroki fight. Fucking. Amped up on 115% Weeb Power
Doctor voice: “so how did you say you hurt your legs again?” me, pulling out my iphone and opening kissanime: “first of all you need to see the scene. second of all, for context–its buffering–for context, this character on the right here is Shouto Todoroki, and this guy here his father