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Fresh Start - Part 9

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Iris West, Julian Albert, Laurel Lance (Black Siren from Earth-2), Oliver Queen, Thea Queen,

Words: 2632 (I got carried out again. Sorry haha)

Warnings: meta-attack, Arrow spoilers (if you haven’t watched season 4)

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Notes: sorry for taking so long! We had a long weekend here in Spain so I spent it with my boyfriend’s family and I didn’t have my laptop with me. Thank you for your patience and I hope you like it!

PS: thanks for all the support I’m getting with this! Means a lot. Xx B.

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That night Barry took you home when the sun was showing up on the horizon. You had spent the night by the bonfire laughing, joking, talking about each other’s lives and, of course, cuddling and kissing. It had been just perfect, like it should have been from the very beginning. You were tempted to ask him to stay over but you didn’t want to push it to far too soon, so you two just kissed in his car before he let you go, which was also hard for him. By the time you both fell on your beds that morning, nobody could erase the smile from your face but, of course, you fell asleep immediately.

When you opened your eyes, you found out you had fallen asleep wearing the clothes you had used for the date so the first thing you did was taking a long shower. Actually, you should go to the university since you had class, but you had already missed three of your classes so you just decided to take your day off and go for a run like you haven’t done in a while.

Meanwhile, Barry arrived at STAR Labs still sleepy but with a huge smile on his face. A smile that everyone noticed and of course, they all teased him about it. He didn’t mind though. For the first time, things with you were fine and everything seemed like it was working out.

“So how was it?” Iris asked with a huge smile on her face.

After everything Barry had gone through, she knew her best friend deserved to find that someone and maybe it could be you; so she really was excited about things working out between you two.

“Good. Really good” Barry told her smiling her back.

“But what did you do? Details!” She exclaimed.

“We didn’t do much” Barry laughed scratching the back of his neck. “We…ate, talked, laughed, kiss…a lot” he admitted.

“You kissed her!?” Iris asked.

“She kind of kissed me” he replied as he remembered how he teased you until you kissed him.

“That’s great!” She said hugging Barry as tight as she could.

“Guys, as much as I love hearing about Allen’s love life, we have a meta-attack downtown” Julian said looking at his phone. “Black Siren is moving again” he added looking at the team.

“I got her” Barry said before he speeded out of there.

You had no idea what was going on. One moment you were running downtown and the next one everything was chaos around you. A breach had opened just in front of you and a woman had come out of it like it was the most normal thing in the world. You stopped on your tracks, shocked as you saw the woman opening her mouth and screaming, causing you to cover your ears. It was the highest scream you had ever heard.

Once it stopped you could hear the police sirens coming your way so you decided to turn around and start running but before you did it, you saw the face of the woman and your heart literally exploded.

“Laurel?” You mumbled.

You knew you had to run and get away as far from there as you possible could but you were frozen. Laurel Lance, who died almost a year ago back in Star City, was now in front of you, wearing black leather and being chased by the police. When you said her name, she narrowed her eyes at you before she smirked.

“Silly girl” she said.

She opened her mouth to scream again but suddenly you were caught by something and the next second you were behind a building, away from the scene, feeling confused and disoriented.

“Are you alright?” A voice asked you. You managed to look up to find The Flash in front of you. The scarlet speedster had just saved you. “Are you alright?” He asked again, somehow his voice full of concern.

“I…I think so” you mumbled, still trying to understand what you had just seen.

“You have to go to the hospital” he said.

“No, I’m…I’m ok” you frowned.

He sighed and picked you up again, a couple of seconds later you were at the doors of the hospital and The Flash was nowhere to be seen. Since you were feeling okay you decided to go home instead of going into the hospital. If you went in there, they would probably call Oliver and you didn’t want him to worry about anything and, of course, you didn’t want to tell him you had just seen Laurel Lance in the flesh.

When you finally go to your apartment, you took your laptop immediately and started looking information about Laurel. It was painful to see photos of her and the news about her when her identity as the Black Canary was revealed. But it was there. She was dead and there was no way you could have seen her today. But somehow you had. And you needed an explanation. And there was only one person that could give you the information you needed: The Flash.

You had to find him.

But you didn’t have time to start digging about the superhero since there was a knock on the door. You imagined it was Barry who would have heard about the incident and was there to check on you but you were shocked when you were left face to face with your brother when you opened the door.

“Oliver?” You asked but there was no answer. All he did was grabbing your shoulders to look at you up and down before hugging you tight.

“God, are you okay?” He asked not letting you go.

“Eh…yes” you frowned. “You heard about the attack?” He nodded and pulled away to walk into your apartment while you closed the door. “It was an hour ago, how did you manage to come so fast?” You asked.

“Being the Mayor has its perks. Owning a private jet is one of them” he smiled at you.

“Oh, that jet you don’t let me borrow?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“You want it to go to the Bahamas. Of course you’re not borrowing it” he said with a smile that disappeared immediately. “What happened? Why were you there?” He asked turning into ‘your older brother’.

“I…” you sighed. “I’m alright. I just went for a run and all the mess happened just where I was. That’s all” you shrugged. You wanted to tell him about Laurel but you knew it was a soft spot for him so you didn’t want to say anything until you knew for sure what you saw.

“How did you manage to escape?” He asked leaning against the back of the couch.

“The Flash saved me” you shrugged as you walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink.

“The Flash?” Oliver asked following you.

“I was as shocked as you are” you chuckled. “That guy is indeed fast. He took to the hospital in less than three minutes” you told him amazed.

“You’ve been to the hospital?” He asked freaking out again.

“Calm down, I’m fine. I didn’t even go inside. I was feeling okay and I didn’t want them to contact you” you said as you handed him a soda which he took. “Obviously, they didn’t even need to do it” you added with a smirk.

“I’m your brother, do you really believe I was going to stay in Star while you had been attacked?” He asked. You shrugged with a small smile before something popped into your head.

“How did you know I was there?” You asked.

“I saw a video on the news and I recognised you” he explained immediately.

“Oh…good” you nodded taking a sip from the soda. Then, there was another knock on the door. That was for sure Barry and you wasn’t ready for Oliver to meet him. Not just yet. “It’s unlocked!” You exclaimed praying it was anyone but Barry.

Suddenly, your sister came running into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around you, taking you completely by surprise.

“What the fuck?” You asked trying not to drop the soda.

“I was buying pizza down the street. How are you? Are you hurt?” She asked looking at you up and down like Oliver had done previously.

“I’m fine! Don’t worry, really. You didn’t have to come all the way here for god’s sake! A call would have made it and you had just been into the hospital!” you told them exasperated.

“You could have lied” Oliver shrugged.

“And I’m alright” Thea assured you.

“Thanks for the trust” you replied rolling your eyes which made him laugh. “Don’t worry” you told Thea, “I’m alright. The Flash saved me” you shrugged.

“The Flash?” She asked raising her eyebrows.

“Yes” you laughed. “He’s kind of the superhero here, it’s his job to save people” you laughed at their looks.

“Yeah, you’re right” Thea laughed as you walked to the fridge to grab another soda for her. “Now that you’re okay…shall we have lunch? I bought pizzas” she said.

“I love you so much for that” you said. “I’ll grab the plates, you go and opened the boxes. Oliver, take the napkins from the left cupboard” you ordered.

The three of you sat around the table and started eating as you asked them about things in Star City and they asked you about college. It seemed like everything was working out for everyone now and you were happy about it.

“By the way, Oliver…” you said when something came to your mind. “You’re in contact with the Green Arrow right?” You asked.

Just like every time someone brought that up, you could see how he tensed a bit. You never understood why but you always let it go.

“Barely” he said looking at you cautiously. “Why?”

“I need to contact The Flash and…I’m sure Green Arrow knows how to do it so I was thinking-“ before you could finish your sentence, your brother stopped you.

“No” he said. “You’re not meeting any of them. I will not have it” he said immediately.

“Why not?” You frowned.

“It’s dangerous” was all he said. “And why do you want to contact The Flash anyway?” He asked you.

“I want thank him” you lied. Well, it wasn’t completely a lie, you did want to thank him but you needed to know who you had seen earlier that day. “He literally saved my life today” you added.

“He saves so many people’s lives and they don’t try to contact him” Oliver shrugged.

“No one has ever tried” you shrugged.

“Let it go ok? I’m not giving you a way to contact the Green Arrow, let alone a meta human. Period” he said serious.

You were about to say something back but when you saw Thea’s face you knew it wasn’t the best idea so you sighed and let it go. You would have to find another way. A couple of hours later they finally left. Oliver had some things to do before the day was over so they said their goodbyes and left, leaving you alone to rest.

“Aren’t we going to visit Barry?” Thea asked Oliver when they were finally on the street.

“No. I don’t want him to know I have a sister, let alone that she’s here” he sighed. “I want her away from all this” he added.

“I agree” she nodded as they made their way to a taxi.

Once you finished cleaning up the apartment, which was a complete mess, you locked the door and laid down on the couch with a blanket over you, ready to take a nap. But, for the third time, someone knocked on your door. Obviously, the world had decided not to leave you alone that day. With a sigh you got up and walked to the door, unlocked it and opened to find Barry on the other side.

“Barry!” You exclaimed happily. Definitely, you didn’t mind if it was him who knocked on your door. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I heard about the attack and I saw you on the news” he said coming in to wrap his arms around you. “Are you okay?” He asked not letting you go.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine” you smiled hugging him back.

“Are you sure?” He asked pulling away and taking your face in his hands.

“Positive. Don’t worry” you smiled at him. He frowned a bit before sighing and crashing his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. “What was that for?” You chuckled when he pulled away.

“I was just too worried I needed to see you, check if you were fine and kiss you” he smiled a little.

“Well…You’ve seen him, you’ve checked that I’m fine but I’m not sure that kiss was enough” you smiled.

He smirked and pushed the door closed before kissing you again, pushing you slowly until your back met the back of the couch. You were already an addict to his kissed, you didn’t know why or what he had done to you, but you knew you didn’t want to be left without them ever.

“Was that enough?” He whispered pulling away again.

“Not even close” you smirked.

He laughed and kissed you once again, picking you up this time just to lay you down on the couch, with him on the top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you as you played with his hair and his hands ran down your body, making you shiver. After a moment, you were forced to pull away to take some air, but all he did was moving his lips to your neck, immediately finding one of your sweet spots and attacking it, making you moan quietly but loud enough for him to hear it.

Barry smirked and pulled away to look down at you. His face was red due to the hot, just like yours. Still, you smiled at each other and sighed before he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“I really got scared today” he whispered. That confession really made you smile.

“Did you?” You asked and felt him nodding behind you.

“I…” he sighed. “Look at me” he said. Carefully, you turned around so you were facing him. “I care about you. A lot. It’s obvious that I like you and it’s obvious that you like me” he said making you smile. “So…we’ve been messing around, playing around for three weeks now and I’m tired of that” he said.

“What are you saying Allen?” You smirked.

“I’m saying that I’ve learned that life is too short to let things go so I want more with you, I want us to be more” he smiled. “If you want, of course” he added.

“Is Barry Allen asking if I want to date him officially? Isn’t that old fashioned?” You teased him.

“Oh alright. Now you tease me” he laughed poking your side where you were ticklish. “C’mon…what do you want?” He asked looking into your eyes.

Biting your lip you allowed yourself to lose yourself in him, in his eyes and his smile. You couldn’t lie, you wanted more too but at the same time it scared you. The fact that last date was amazing didn’t mean he wouldn’t leave you alone when you had the next one. Still, you wanted more. And he was right, life was too short. You had to take the time you had since you never knew when it would end.

“I want more” you said back.

Literally his eyes smiled when you replied. He pulled you even closer and kissed you again, feeling somehow relieved now that he had you officially in his life.

Magnetic Chapter 6: Turn About

Dean Winchester x Reader

1000 Words

Chapter Summary: Dean offers to start over

Story Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Author’s Note: Thank you So much for checking my story out!! I’m always open to comments and suggestions!

After an awkward dinner that night of chili burgers, you had gone straight back to your room, needing to be alone for a while. It was nice being with people, to not be on your own, but it was a hard adjustment to get used to. And tonight, after the gifts from the store, and the homemade food, along with the teasing between brothers, you had felt a little overwhelmed. You were more than used to sitting in your motel room, munching on greasy fast food,  the TV the only company. So having someone who actually talked back made you feel more on the spot.

After shutting the door to your room, you took a deep breath, the silence relaxing and calming. Throwing clothes off as you went, not caring where they landed, you stood in front of your dresser in just your lacy black bra and underwear. It was one of the few girly things you could get away with wearing while hunting, and you usually splurged on them, while buying the rest of your clothes second hand, or on clearance. So many times, you only wore a shirt once before throwing it away due to blood stains or rips in the material. It was not worth buying new, and your budget couldn’t afford it anyways.

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The Janitor and the Music Teacher, Chapter 4

(Unknown Number): Hey

Chloe frowned, propping herself up on her elbow as she checked her phone. It was interrupting her marathon of How To Get Away With Murder, so she felt inclined to check it. Seeing an unknown number, she was about to put it down before contemplating; she scrolled up and saw the number had sent her something before, ad she realised who it was. Quickly changing the contact to Beca, she smiled softly. She had been waiting for Beca to text her, not wanting to pressurise the girl any further, but it had been a day since their lesson and Beca seemed to be feeling up to a conversation.

Chloe : Hey Beca 🙋

Beca : is that an emoji of someone waving?

Chloe: yes 😊

Beca : hahaha

Beca: do you use emojis at the end of everything you send?

Chloe: yes😊

Beca: of course you do, I don’t know why I would expect any less.

Beca: Wait that sounded rude I swear it wasn’t meant to be

Chloe: no it didn’t dw

Chloe: don’t worry*

Chloe: I wouldn’t expect anything less either 😜👻🤷‍♀️

Beca: are you bummed because they don’t have a red headed emoji?

Chloe: YES! But theyre gonna release one soon so it’s okay! Finally! 🎉

Beca: hahaha it’s about time.

Beca: um you’re probably wondering why I texted

Beca: do you still wanna trust me with teaching you?

Chloe: omg yes yes yes yes 😁🚲

Chloe had to stop herself from squealing, even though she was alone in her apartment. She knew Beca would be a good teacher and she was excited to finally learn how to ride.

Beca: oh she said yes

Beca: oh crap that wasn’t meant to send

Beca: sometimes voice assist is a pain

Beca: sorry

Chloe: 😂😂 I know you’re flustered just by reading your messages and you’ve gone red

Beca: what does that mean?

Chloe’s heart exploded. She was happy that Beca asked her, she felt that if this was two weeks ago Beca would have just agreed, too anxious to ask.

Chloe: it’s like you’ve just lost your cool. 😳😬

Beca: oh

Beca: Okay

Beca: so do you maybe wanna have your first riding lesson on Sunday morning?

Beca: or do you have like church or something

Beca: you seem like you would.

Chloe: why do I seem like that? 🤔

Beca: you’re just…very very nice. Like a church goer.

Chloe: hahaha well I don’t have church. I stopped going when I was sixteen. I confessed what I thought was a sin at the time to the priest and instead of just praying for me or whatever he told me I was going to hell 🙄

Beca: and that is the exact reason why I don’t go. They’re so fake. They say they accept everyone but they didn’t accept me when I couldn’t read from the bible in a holy communion class.

Chloe: that’s horrible ☹️😔🙄😠

Beca: that’s a lot of emojis, easy there Chloe

Chloe: hahaha 😂

Beca: so if you don’t have church, do you want to come then?

Chloe: I’ll be there, where and what time?🤷‍♀️

Beca: the park near the bread shop that sells like cookies and sausage rolls. I don’t know what it’s called. Either of them.

Chloe: the park is called Georgie park and the shop is the bakery. 🌳🍞

Beca: oh okay

Beca: what time…

Beca: I don’t know

Beca: im sorry

Chloe sighed and cursed herself for being so thoughtless; she definitely shouldn’t have asked. Beca knew she knew Beca couldn’t know, so now she was afraid the janitor would think Chloe was mocking her.

Chloe: Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t think before I asked. 💕

Beca: it’s okay my dad asks me on purpose all the time. You didn’t mean to so it’s okay

Her dad asks her all the time? Maybe her dad was part of the problem. As much as Chloe wanted to find out more, she decided it would be better to drop the subject before she insulted or made Beca upset.

Beca: when my room gets light, Cause it means it’s daytime

Chloe: and you go to sleep when it gets dark?🌙

Beca: sort of. Maybe a bit afterwards.

Chloe: Okay, so how about I meet you at the park at ten. It’s a few hours after the sun comes up, so I think you’ll be able to get there in time. If you’re not I’d be happy to wait. 🌦

Beca: yeah okay

Beca: is ten near noon?

Chloe: not really, noon is a couple hours later. Noon is lunch time. Ten is still around breakfast time.🥞🍟

Beca: oh.

Beca: Okay. I’ll see you at nine.

Chloe: Okay then! See you on Sunday

Sunday rolled around faster than Chloe expected, and she soon found herself digging out her helmet, knee and elbow pads from her closet. She was excited – more than excited. She had dusted off her bike the day before. Her parents had given it to her for Christmas a few years ago, obviously in the hopes that their daughter would buck up and learn to ride a bike. Chloe found it amusing (and rather sad) that it was only now she was learning…two decades after she should have.

Even so, she was excited. And ready.

If Beca could learn how to play piano past her illiteracy, then she could learn to ride a bike.

Chloe bit her cheek to try and hid her wide grin, not wanting to look like the Cheshire Cat on drugs to anyone walking past her. Here the redhead was, struggling to keep her bike from falling on her as she walked, with her helmet, elbow and knee pads already on, and a bright smile on her face.

She looked like Kimmy Schmidt.

After fighting with her bike for fifteen minutes, the music teacher eventually reached the park, and immediately spotted Beca. The brunette looked a lot different from when she was in her janitor uniform – her hair was down, and Chloe saw now it went down to her mid-chest in soft waves. She wore black skinny jeans, a black tank top and a black leather jacket.

Clearly, she was a fan of dark clothing.

In the redhead’s opinion, she was gorgeous.

She rolled her bike over to where the girl was standing with her own bike, and dropped it loudly onto the pavement with a crash. Probably not the best idea, considering Beca had been looking the complete opposite way.

The brunette let out a small squeak and jumped about two feet into the air. She whipped around, eyes as wide as ever, but relaxed once she saw Chloe.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Chloe giggled.

Beca gulped and let out a shaky breath. “R-Right. Hi, Miss.”

“Beca,” Chloe groaned. “I’m not your teacher right now, and even when I am your teacher, you still call me Chloe. Chloe.”

“Sorry. Hi, Chloe,” Beca tried again.

“Hi,” Chlo said brightly.

“Hi,” Beca breathed out, seemingly still trying to recover from her near heart attack. “What do you want me to teach?”

“Well, you’re the teacher today, Beca. I’m in your classroom now, so you get to decide.” Chloe grinned, winking at the smaller girl.

Beca bit her lip to hide her growing smile. She couldn’t help but feel somewhat proud of herself – she had always wanted to be a teacher (maybe this was why she admired the redhead so much). The janitor blushed lightly.

“Okay,” She said, taking a deep breath. “Uh, I wanna see like…you ride first? If that’s okay. J-Just to see what you need to um, do.”

Chloe smiled warmly when she saw Beca slipping back into her shell, the same one Chloe often found her in, and managed to indicate through a warm smile that Beca needn’t slip back, that Chloe accepted and encouraged the fact that Beca was everything but experienced at teaching, and that that was perfectly okay.

“Sure,” Chloe replied easily. “But I really, really can’t do much more than sit on the seat.”

“That’s fine,” Beca shrugged, and then mumbled something about not really minding as Chloe was more accomplished in all other aspects of life than she was.

The teacher resisted the urge to reply to Beca’s quiet comment; she just hoped one day that Beca would stop putting herself down, Instead, Chloe smiled, picked her bike up from where she had unceremoniously dropped it on the ground, and mounted her seat.

“Beca, I’m gonna fall-“

“Just try,” Beca smiled, now her turn to be the encouraging one.

“But I-“

“Chloe.” Beca stopped her, surprising the redhead with the interruption. “Nobody has ever learnt anything without having to fail first. Trust me on that, and I’ve never even learnt anything.”

Chloe sighed. Of course, now she felt foolish, ungrateful, in a way. She was a lot better off than Beca was with a lot of different things. She needed to do this.

“You’re right,”

“Really?” Beca brightened up with excitement, and Chloe realised that the girl had probably barely ever been told she was right throughout her life.

“Yes, really,” Chloe giggled. She sobered up almost immediately and took a deep shaky breath. She brought her right foot to the pedal, and began to push down.

“Wait!” Beca said suddenly.

“Jesus Christ!” Chloe jumped with a shriek, pressing hard against the breaks of her bike, even though she hadn’t moved an inch. “Oh my god, Beca! Wait for what?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Beca chuckled as she realised that’s exactly what Chloe had told her no more than five minutes ago. “I just thought you should probably do this on the grass. It’ll be a bit harder to bike on, but it’s softer to fall onto.”

“Yeah…yeah, okay.” Chloe said, getting off the bike and pushing it towards the grass, before getting back onto it.

“Okay…now go.” Beca told her. “I won’t stop you,”

Beca watched carefully, head cocked, as Chloe pressed down once more on the pedal. She actually rode for about five seconds, before toppling over onto her left side with a small oof. However, in that five seconds, there was a lot wrong. Her physique, the way she pushed down on the pedals was a little too forceful, and her arms and hands had been too shaky, making the handles go all over the place. She really did try hard, though. Beca helped Chloe out from underneath her bike and squatted down to where the redhead was sitting on the grass with a pout.

“I told you I couldn’t do much.” Chloe muttered.

“It was great,” The janitor assured her. “There was some things wrong…your body, pedalling, the handles.”

“That’s literally everything.” Chloe huffed with a roll of her eyes.

But,” Beca continued. “I’m not working on any of that stuff yet. So you don’t end up like…thinking too much. I think…just getting you to be steady and ride a straight line is what to do now. Uh…watch me,”

Chloe stayed seated as Beca mounted her own bike and rode slowly and carefully for about ten metres before stopping. The brunette dismounted her bike and turned around, her face donning a small half-smile; it looked almost as if she was looking for approval from Chloe – not that Chloe knew what approval she wanted.

“That’s how it’s gonna look in the end,” Beca said.

“It looked really good, Beca,” The redhead praised her, feeling her stomach do an uneasy – and somewhat disappointed – turn. She wanted to be able to do what Beca could do.

Beca sent her a genuine smile, before motioning for the redhead to get on her bike again. She watched as the musician pedalled hesitantly and slowly whilst Beca held on tightly to the back of her seat, stabilising the bike. Despite the added security, Chloe was still incredibly shaky as she rode.

“You need to relax!” Beca said clearly after the fifth time Chloe had gotten too shaky and fallen, even with Beca holding her seat. “You’re too scared of falling over. You’ve already fallen, you’re not gonna get hurt too bad, and you’ve got all the pads and stuff. Just ride and stop thinking about breaking something,”

Chloe sighed in defeat. “Beca, it’s just really-“

“Hard, I know. You have to try,” Beca said, more softly than before. “Do you want stabilisers?”

“No.” Chloe pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t. I’m not a little kid.”

“You sure about that?” Beca smirked jokingly, looking at Chloe’s stance.

Rolling her eyes good-naturedly, Chloe let out a small giggle, uncrossing her arms. “Whatever. Let’s go again,”

Chloe growled in frustration around an hour later. She still hadn’t gotten anywhere with her riding, and she could feel multiple bruises forming around her body from where she’d fallen. She clenched her jaw as she rode off again, but she only fell once more.

“Argh!” exclaimed the girl, literally throwing the bike off her body.

“Okay, okay, just stop for a bit,” Beca said, sitting down in front of Chloe. “You weren’t gonna get it straight away. It takes loads of practice.”

“It’s so annoying!” Chloe crossed her arms. “You do it so easily and it makes me feel incompetent.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s when you don’t have or can’t show the skills to do something. You’re incompetent of doing it.”

“Welcome to my world,” Beca shrugged. “And you do music so easily and it makes me feel incomtepent. You can read, and write, and spell more things than just your own name, and I’m just incomtepent of doing all that stuff. But…but I’m gonna learn. I’m gonna learn to ride a music and you’re gonna learn to do a bike. Wait…I think I said that wrong…”

Chloe bit her lip to hide the soft smile that was sneaking up onto her face. That gave her an idea. Maybe she could help Beca without Beca realising she was helping her…maybe she could somehow test her without actually testing her. With the right research, Chloe might just be able to figure out what went on in Beca’s mind. She knew already that the janitor jumbled her words, and found it difficult to read when there were lines on the page. She could definitely find out a bit more.

“You mean, you’re gonna learn to do music and I’m gonna learn to ride a bike,” Chloe supplied.

“Yeah. And we can’t learn it all in one lesson. So we shouldn’t…beat ourselves up, just cause we can’t do it.” Beca finished with a proud smile on her face, seemingly for being able to give such wise words of wisdom.

Chloe met her eyes with a small smile. “Thank you,”

Beca’s smile dropped and she looked clueless. “For what?”

“That made me feel better.”

Beca’s smile was the biggest Chloe had ever seen.

They spent another half hour at the park, and Chloe wasn’t getting very far, or learning very much. Beca, on the other hand, was learning a lot. For example, who knew that when Chloe got increasingly frustrated, she became a sailor. The sailor’s mouth the girl had was crazy – she was spouting swear words Beca had never even heard of before. To be honest, it was pretty entertaining to watch. Chloe often seemed like she couldn’t hurt a fly and had a permanent smile etched onto her face, but put the music teacher on a bicycle and it’s a whole other story. Eventually, though, Beca decided Chloe was probably going to end up throwing her bike into a dumpster if they didn’t call it a day.

“You got better,” Beca said promisingly.

“I didn’t, but thanks.” Chloe shrugged half-heartedly, staring at the ground as she rolled her bike off the grass and onto the path that would lead them back onto the main road.

They walked alongside each other in silence for a few moments. Now that Beca was done teaching – she still couldn’t believe she was teaching something to somebody else – she didn’t have much else to say, and she didn’t know how to begin a conversation.

“Hey, would you wanna get something to eat?” Chloe was the first to speak, which Beca was more than happy about.

However, the brunette took it as Chloe sending Beca away to eat. The janitor fumbled, felt her chest tightening a little, and nodded jerkily. “Oh…yeah, yeah, um, do you want me to come back or not?”

Chloe frowned in confusion, before her face morphed into a sweet smile. “No, I mean with me. Would you like to get something to eat with me?”

Beca visibly relaxed. “Oh. Oh, sure,”

“There’s a café down the street?” Chloe nodded her head towards the left.

Beca blushed a light pink. “I…I don’t know what the serve there,”

Chloe was about to suggest that she could tell Beca once they get there, but then she thought about it; maybe the smaller girl wouldn’t like it if she had to be read the menu in front of other people, or maybe she didn’t like change very much.

“How about McDonald’s? They have pictures of their food. Do you go there much?”

“Sometimes,” Beca said softly. She looked around the street, and noticed the logo of her favourite place to eat at. She couldn’t exactly read it, but she’d memorised the colours and shapes. “Taco Bell! Can we go to Taco Bell?”

Chloe giggled as she watched the way Beca perked up with excitement. She looked like a child. “Sure,”

In the five minutes it had taken them to get there, order their food and sit, Beca had erupted into a story about how she felt like the first time she ever had Taco Bell, which was honestly just adorable. She only leased on the description once she got her taco, and sat happily eating it. Sitting there, eating tacos with the janitor, Chloe felt like this was the first time they had ever truly bonded. It wasn’t about teaching each other anything, it was about talking and being comfortable with each other (the redhead was ecstatic that Beca seemed to be comfortable around her), and Chloe found that, when Beca wasn’t focused on trying to do something for herself or for someone else, she was actually pretty funny. Witty, and sarcastic, and never missing a beat with her comments. The redhead couldn’t help but wonder where Beca would have ended up had she been more literate than she was – she could be anything ranging from a doctor to a comedian, because she seemed smart whenever she talked, it was just writing the smart down in black and white that was the problem.

“Are you even listening to me?” Beca raised an eyebrow at the girl sitting across from her – Chloe had been staring at her for the past two minutes.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah, of course,” Chloe nodded immediately.

“Yeah? What did I just say, then?”

“You said…Chloe, I think we’re gonna be really fast friends. Oh, wait, no, that’s what I was thinking,” Chloe grinned and sent the brunette a wink.

Beca chuckled. “Smooth, Beale. Very smooth.”

Chloe looked down at her taco, her grin triumphant. It looked like her and Beca were going to be more than co-workers after all. 

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namjoon; philospophies to a drunk confession (4/7)

when he gets drunk, and starts confessing;; kim namjoon / 1145 

Whoever who gave Namjoon the idea to drown himself in alcohol thinking his troubles would be washed away, should be shot in the fucking ass.

You groan every passing second the car in front of you comes to stop, slowing down for no reason despite the traffic light being green. There was no easier way to go about this nor was the phonecall that got through with Jimin’s voice begging for you to take the said leader home. He must’ve gotten drunked up again, too many shots and booze swimming through his veins, infused in his system until he’s a goner.

Man, if only you weren’t the name saved as his first speed dial right after his parents.

Upon reaching the club, you can’t even be more grateful that your task was cut short when Jimin’s standing there with Taehyung and oh God. No, not you, God.

“Holy shit, how much did you guys let him get to?”

“Um… I think…” Jimin tries to buy time, maybe to cook up some other cock and bull story but Taehyung fesses, “F-Four bottles of—“

“Four?! His limit is two! And a half if he wants to feel like death the next morning,” You threaten to give the both of them a beating but when Namjoon lulls his head backward with a whine that it hurts, you decide to put it on hold and motion them to your car. They walk bring Namjoon around to the backseat because you are not going to try to keep him still in the passenger seat while battling for your lives on the road. They flop him through the door and this tall, dimpled man grows accustom to your car, curling up and leaning his back against the leather cushions with a Cheshire grin. You make sure his foot doesn’t get caught in the way before you slam the door and with a look on your face meant to kill, Jimin and Taehyung naturally turn around, allowing a smack on their backs.

The clap echoes down the street along with their cries. Jimin tries to rub the sore area, spinning back to pout at you, “That hurt!”

“Shut up, she’s going to hit us again if you complain!” Taehyung huffs, poking at Jimin’s temple.

With a sigh, you reach to rub their heads for an apology before saying, “Get home safely, alright? I’ll take care of him and bring him to practice tomorrow,”

They quickly muster up their thanks before you usher them to head back to where they were having fun until Namjoon probably started quoting what Aristotle would say back in the day or something related to a current author he’s reading nowadays. Something Murakami? You’re not too sure, either but hey, anything to keep him from doing ridiculous things. The drive back home had been rather pleasant; he was soundly taking a rest, mumbling from time to time but just as you try to haul him up to your apartment, hell breaks lose and he’s talking your ear off.

You think, in the timespan of five minutes of bringing him up and through the door, he had said at least a thousand words (you wish you were exaggerating). It doesn’t let up with all the bombastic words he pulls out, flashy words, longass ones you’ve never heard of before as you juggle him leaning against you while locking the door. This should be an event in the Olympics—how well you can tend to a drunk person while getting home safely.

You give up completely and bring him to the bedroom. At the creak, his eyes seem to take in his surroundings and he chuckles. Gosh his breath reeks of alcohol and you’re sure to give him a nice word in the morning but for now, you let him be and conquer your bed. He rolls to his back and he’s giddy as ever, grinning from ear to ear as he manages to look at you with all his effort. Sitting by his side, he automatically curls to you for comfort. His head nested on your thigh, his half-lidded eyes staring up to you when you tip your chin down.

“Do you know what’s the word back in the day that men created when they couldn’t find anything else to be more specific to compliment a lady on her features?” You’re surprised he’s managing so far in his words but hey, who would’ve thought, Namjoon. Your hand strokes through his hair, past his forehead and resting by his cheek when he groans out of the sparks kissing his skin at your touch. “What is it?” You play along, anything to get him to talk himself to sleep, really.

“Beautiful. That’s exactly what you are. I keep thinking that one day I’d find you ugly; maybe when you sneeze or something or fall off your butt but the more I keep trying to find flaws in you, I mean, which I have but I’m not going to say it exactly per se. I mean, I think even if you murdered—“you, if you don’t stop speaking Namjoon”—someone I’d still think you’re the most amazing person out there and did you know I’ve written some of my songs about you? Maybe you have noticed or maybe you have not because you’re blur as fuck sometimes but—“

What are you trying to say, Namjoon?” It’s curt and short, snapping him off because if this was supposed to be sweet, he’s not really good at getting to that point. Even when he’s sober. Much worse when he’s four bottles of whatever in.

“I like you…” He murmurs, voice deflated and faltering, syllables idly floating around your mind and kissing your ears as they sound pleasant. As you manage to get your phone with him muffling the words against your stomach, you guide him back to look at you as your thumb presses the record button, “Sorry, Namjoon. I didn’t quite get that. Could you repeat it?”

“I—fucking—Kim Namjoon, like the fuck out of you,” He deadpans, his eyes dark and the cloudiness of being drunk dissolves for a moment. It’s to the point where he stares right at your phone lens, as if he’s trying to prove a point, “I like you so much, it’s driving me insane. I like you so much, I thought drinking would do the trick to not think of you but look at me, even now I can picture your face so clearly, so realistic and… fuck, I like you so much…”

The last words Namjoon succeeds in getting out is I like you before he completely passes out on your lap. Before you let the recording come to an end, you reach down to plant a kiss on his forehead, the words murmuring not too long after: I like you too, Namjoon-ah.

Damaged Goods (He Tian x Fem Mo Guan Shan) - 6

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4   Part 5

Summary: Kind of an appreciation chappie to celebrate He Tian’s sexy as hell body. From Mo Guan Shan’s perspective, nonetheless.


Damn, she counted the coins in her pocket. It sucked to be poor. That was sure. Let’s see what we could get … ah, basically nothing. Not even a lousy sandwich. Still. Ah, hmm, okay, a lollipop. What? It had sugar in it, so it had to keep her through the day.

She threw the school bag at her feet. Skipping PE had some advantages. One of them being that she didn’t have to run and get all sweaty. Sometimes she had too little energy to get out of the bed in the morning. So, it was a good thing that she was resourceful and she could invent all sorts of excuses to get rid of PE.

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Fresh Start - Part 5

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: none

Words: 1667

Warnings: none

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian @moonlightbae14  @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms @jade-cheshire @gothesimplethingsinlife

Request: none

Notes: don’t worry! It’s not the last part even when it may seem like it is. I don’t know how many parts there will be but I’ll tell you when the last part is coming. Thanks to everyone for reading it! Means a lot guys so thank you so much.

Originally posted by atravelgirl

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Luckily for you, you didn’t have much time next day to think about your date with Barry. It actually helped you in order not to get too nervous during the day. The dark side of it was that all that nervousness appeared the moment you opened your closet to decide what you were going to wear.

Your first thought, was calling Thea for some advice but you didn’t want to tell her you had a date. She would tell Oliver and you knew how he would react. And since it was just a date, you didn’t need your big brother to freak out like he would do if he knew about it. So you were on your own. The bright side was that you didn’t need to think too much to go to the Big Belly Burger. It had to be something normal and casual.

Finally, you came up with a pair of ripped black jeans, a blue top and a leather jacket, along with your favourite Converse: the white ones. Before you even noticed, it was almost 7 so you took a little bag and put the phone, wallet and keys in it before heading out. As you were walking towards the coffee shop, your nervousness started to grow, which made you feel stupid. You had only known this guy for a few days, it was impossible to have such a crush on him. Anyway, there you were, like a fifteen-year-old teenager on her way to her first date.

By the time you got to your destination, Barry was already waiting at the door. You were glad to see that he was wearing something as casual as you were: a sweater, jeans and Converse. He was checking his phone but when he saw you he smiled and put it in his pocket.

“Am I too late?” You asked as soon as you were in front of him.

“I was early” he smiled. “Are you hungry?” He asked.

“Starving” you admitted.

“Me too” he laughed before you two started walking.

“I’m so happy you guys have Big Belly” you told him.

“Who doesn’t have Big Belly Burger?” He said looking down at you.

“I don’t know…maybe in a parallel universe or something like that” you shrugged and looked at him to see him smiling like he used to do a lot. Like he knew something you didn’t. “You always have that look”

“What look?” He asked now confused.

“That look like…you knew something I don’t” you explained.

“Oh” he laughed and shook his head. “I was just thinking. It would be fun if there were actually parallel universes, right?” He asked.

“You mean like…one where I’m a boy and you’re a girl?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well, that would be interesting” he replied with a laugh. “I mean one when we are…us but with totally different lives and even different personalities” he explained.

“Sounds interesting actually” you laughed. “You could be the journalist and I could be the scientist?” You suggested making him laugh.

“That would be fun” he nodded. “Actually…” he said after a few moments of silence. “I wanted to apologise again. What I did this morning was awful. Leaving you there without an explanation… I really am sorry” he said looking down at you.

“Don’t worry about it now, Barry” you smiled with a shrug. “I mean yeah, it was rude and I thought about killing you but I’m here now, right?” You said.

“And I’m glad you are” he replied.              

You looked down to hide your smile from him. The effect he had on you was incredible. You barely knew the guy and he still could make you blush easily. It was obvious that there was something about him, something you liked even unconsciously. But you didn’t really want to overthink it. If you did, you would screw everything up.

It didn’t take you two much to get to the fast food restaurant. Once you were inside, he insisted on paying. Actually, he didn’t give you much of a choice. Before you could do anything, he was already ordering your food with his wallet out. With a sigh of resignation, you finally told him what you wanted before looking for a table.

“So…” he said when he went to the table with the tray of food in his hands. “Bon appetite” he winked taking a seat.

“You didn’t have to pay” you said rolling your eyes.

“I wanted to” he shrugged.

“Thank you” you said.

He smiled at you before taking his burger and unwrapping it, while you took a sip from your drink.

“So…” he said after a while. “What about you?” He asked looking at you.

“What about me?” You laughed confused.

“You’re new here, nobody knows you…” he shrugged. “What brought you here? I’ve heard journalism school in Star City is good as well”

“Let’s say that Star City is not the safest city at the moment” you replied. You wasn’t willing to give away personal information. At least about what he was asking.

“You have the Green Arrow” he commented.

“You have The Flash” you replied back, making him laugh. “I don’t know…so many things have happened there in so little time that I didn’t feel safe anymore. I wanted a fresh start” you shrugged.

“What about your family?” He frowned. “Are they ok with this?”

“They’ll come around” you laughed. “My sister is really supportive. My brother, on the other hand, is still trying to wrap his head around this” you explained.

“So a brother and a sister?” You nodded with a smile. “Older?”

“How did you know?” You laughed surprised.

“Intuition I guess” he shrugged.

“Well, Mr. Intuition” you said sarcastic, “you’re right. I’m the youngest one. That’s why they’re protective over me. The only difference is that my sister knows I will do whatever I want to, despite what they think, so she supports me”

“Sounds like an agreement” he commented.

“A great one” you smiled. “What about you?” You asked.

“Well…my parents…died” he said. You bite your lip as he said that, feeling so sorry for him but, at the same time, knowing exactly what he meant. “So I was raised by Joe, you met him at the station. He’s like a father to me” he smiled a little.

Just by the way he talked about the detective you knew how much he loved him. It was obvious he was his family.

“What?” He chuckled.

“Nothing” you said shaking your head. “I’m just glad you had someone to look after you when your parents…you know…”

“Yeah…me too. He and Iris are my family” he shrugged.

“Iris?” You asked.

“She’s the friend I told you who is a journalist” he explained.

“Oh yeah, I remember” you said.

For some reason, you felt a bit of jealousy when he talked about Iris, which made you feel so stupid. You didn’t even know her! You had no reason to be jealous of a girl you didn’t know. Yet, there you were, wishing he was talking about you the way he talked about her.

“You like her, don’t you?” You asked.

“What?” He asked looking at you and then laughed. “No…” he shook his head. “There was a time, a long time, when I had feelings for her. But it was a long time ago” he said.

You were about to say something when suddenly his phone started ringing. He looked at the ID and excused himself for a moment saying it was from work. When he got up you kept on eating your burger as you thought about this Iris. It was obvious she meant a lot to him so you were finding hard to believe that there was just a friendship there actually.

After a while you looked around trying to see Barry since it had been a while since he got up to talk on the phone, but he was nowhere to be seen. You peaked outside but he wasn’t there either. Where was he? You got up and asked the cashier if she had seen the guy you were with.

“He went out talking on the phone and the he left” she shrugged.

Left? With a frown, you walked outside and looked around trying to see him but he wasn’t there. You tried calling him but you were sent to his voicemail. It had to be a joke. He had actually left you again and this time it had been during an actual date. You just couldn’t believe it.

Trying to keep it cool, you took your things and left the restaurant to go home. It wasn’t until you had been walking for some minutes that you realised that you actually didn’t really know how to get home from there. Just fucking great. Not only had he left you, but thanks to him you were completely lost.

You were going to kill him.

It took you three hours to get to your apartment and by the time you walked through the door, you were completely freezing and wishing you knew your address so you could have called a taxi. You took a hot shower and, after drying your hair, you went straight to bed, trying not to think about Barry Allen which turned out to be complicated.

You couldn’t believe he had left you alone twice in the same day. He looked like a decent guy but obviously you were completely wrong. You were a fool. Eventually, you fell asleep feeling disappointed and sad, ignoring completely the buzzing of your phone, supposing it was him.

When you woke up in the morning and saw the text you had from Oliver, your whole world trembled for a moment: Thea is at hospital. Immediately, you got dressed, took the car and made your way back to your city. Maybe you had class, maybe you had to talk to Barry, but it was your sister we were talking about, you didn’t need to think twice.

Alice, Oh Alice || Jisoo || Pt. 8

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10 (Final)

Word Count: 3659 

Genre: fantasy, Alice in Wonderland based!au, based on a oneshot (rewritten), tw; panic attacks

Summary: With a missing princess, a desperate fiancé, and the craziness of Wonderland, you wondered if you would ever make it back home with your head still on your shoulders.

There was a vague and random memory that appeared in your dream of when you were a child. You remember being in the back garden, wandering as you had always done. Your older brother, Jeonghan, was busy, slowly being taught the politics of the kingdom and your younger brother hadn’t been born yet so you had to entertain yourself. As a princess, there was a lot you could or couldn’t do and it wasn’t until later in life that you decided the rules were utter bullshit and you could do whatever you wanted. For now, you were a tame, quiet girl that roamed the gardens until supper.  

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Recently a very cool person sent me a bunch of questions as a sort of interview for a school project, and it occurred to me that I get asked these questions a lot so I’m throwing them down under the readmore for you guys in case you wanted to know this stuff/so if someone asks me one of these in the future I can just link here. So yeah lots of talky talk under the whatcjamacallit

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Chapter 1 of Espresso Kiss is finally here!


the one with the surprise encounter

Another day, another dollar” was the motto that I had certainly adopted over these past 3 years of operating an ever-growing business of my own. Each new day brought a plethora of both new and familiar faces through the cafe doors. The flow of customers was relatively steady every day, not that I am complaining by any means. But, it would be nice to be able to catch my breath for a few minutes every now and again.

Each ring of the bell on the door gave all the staff the indication that another customer had entered the cafe. When I looked up to see who, I noticed a familiar, smiling face. Carol has been a consistent customer of mine since the very first days since I opened. I don’t think there was a single day that passed where she didn’t at least stop in to say hello.

“Hello, my darling Lindsey, how are you today?” Carol chirped in her usual cheery voice.

“G’ morning, Carol! I’m doing well, and yourself?” I replied back with my best Cheshire smile.

“‘I’m doing great, my dear,” Carol smiled back.

“Glad to hear it! Will it be your usual for today?” I asked politely.

“Yes ma’am, you know the routine!” Carol winked with her response.

I chucked softly, “I sure do, Carol,”

Carol was one of the very few customers that always made sure to leave a generous tip as an additional thanks of gratitude. Over the past few years, I had become quite the pro (if I do say so myself, that is) at preparing drinks of all sorts. It made my job and the other employees much easier when regulars stopped in, as we almost always knew what they would order. I handed Carol her coffee, which so happened to be our very popular caramel cream mocha iced coffee– one of my personal favourites.

“Thank you, my dear! Have a lovely rest of your day!” Carol voiced sweetly dropping more than enough cash to cover her bill.

“You’re welcome, Carol! You do the same,” I waved as she exited the cafe. 

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