meet your neighbors

anonymous asked:

Imagine... meeting your new neighbors.... 2 tall giant men.... one is wearing a bright pink tshirt..... they look very fond of each other.... they're in their late 20s and still live together..... you learn that this is their 3rd flat together..... what assumptions are you supposed to make beside Gay™..................

their landlords probably thought they secretly hated each other

The Neighbors : Masterlist

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. Your life in New York has been great, but will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing, bad flirting,

{complete!} Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader,  Steve Rogers x Reader

The New Neighbors

Meeting Steve

The PJ Party

A Night Out With The Boys

Sleepovers & Forts

An Unwelcomed Visitor

The Confrontation

The Invitation

How To (Attempt To) Save A Life

Home Sweet Home

Confessions & Endings

Epilogue: Fast Forward

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

Master List: Drabbles

Please Refresh Before Reading. There may be a few missing links if you clicked on the Master List link from the stories. Master list for my imagines can be found here.

Harry Potter

One, Two or Three-Shots In Alphabetical Order by Character

Blaise Zabini:

          Sly Slytherin: According to Fred and George, you are getting weird looks from a certain Slytherin.

The Hobbit:

Originally posted by penleydesigns

ONE SHOTS IN WHICH YOU ARE RELATED TO THE CHARACTERS AND FAMILY IS THE MAIN FOCUS:    

Durin: (Daughter/sister of Thorin, Dis, and Frerin or Kili and Fili)

          Just There: Growing up with Thorin, Dis and Frerin was not always easy.

          Babysitting: Kili asks you to babysit and you are not cut out for it.

 Halfelven (Daughter/Sister of Lord Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen)

          Chicken: Your father has a rather surprising guest.

          Darling Daughter: You reassure your father that you will always be there.

          Doubt: You are starting to doubt your father’s feelings for you

          Reassurance: You return home after the war

          Showers: You lose your brother and find them in the most unexpected place.

 Mirkwood: (Daughter/Sister of Thranduil and Legolas)

          Stolen Heart: Your father, Thranduil, is not too happy with you, but you could careless. As long as you got to see your thief. 

One, Two or Three-Shots In Alphabetical Order by Character

Balin: 

     Distraction: You fight with Dwalin and go to Balin for a distraction.

Bard:

     Happier: You look for Bard after the battle. (part 3)

     No PromisesAfter escaping the elves, you run into the bowman and you do not like him one bit. (part 1)

     Probably WrongYou think that maybe you were being a little too harsh on the bowman. (part 2)

     Staring: You can’t help, but stare at the handsome bowman.

Beorn:

     Doggies: You finally get to play with a dog

Bifur: 

      Understanding: Imagine understanding Bifur without him knowing

Bilbo

      Tiny, Little Hobbit: Thorin doesn’t approve of your current interest.

Bofur:

     Dancing: Imagine dancing with Bofur

     The Right Dwarf: You and Bofur had a knack for being funny at the all the wrong moments.

Bombur: 

      Just Like Her: You offer to help Bombur.

Dori:

     Approval: Imagine trying to ask Dori for permission to court Ori

 Dwalin: 

     Definitely:  The Company thinks you’re a man so when they find out that you’re not, one dwarf isn’t too pleased.

     Leaving: You tell your adad, Dwalin, that you’re leaving.

     Locked In: Fili and Kili, your best friends, try to get you and Dwalin together.

     Loved: You love your two dwarves very much

     Lucky: You meet your upstairs neighbor and his doggo

     Mr. Grumpy Pants: It’s Kili’s birthday and you have to bake pastries causing you to ignore your hubby.

     Silly Dwarf: Dwalin, you find, is a very silly dwarf.

     Teddy Bear: You did not like the way those dwarves talked about your Dwalin.

 Fili:

    Lion Man:  You’re about to get married to Fili, but your nerves are starting to get the best of you.

    Neighbor: The fire alarm goes off and you and your neighbor isn’t too happy.

     Not So Slick: Your son brings home another dog and you are not happy

     Poking Fun: Fili has some rather interesting marks on his back.

     Pretty Braids: You can’t help but play with Fili’s braids.       

Gloin: 

     Apologies: You reunite with Gimli and Gloin apologizes. (part 3)

     Parents or Children?: While on a school field trip, you and Gloin, the parents, get lost.

     Regret: You and Gloin get into a little argument. (part 1)

     Return: You return Gloin’s beads. (cont. of story above; part 2)

Kili: 

     Dresses: Kili tries on a dress.

     For Nothing: It’s time you meet Thorin.

     Ghivashel: Kili lies to surprise you.

     Gift Giving: Kili gives you gifts and you make a decision to give him one in return.

     The One: You’re angry at Kili for flirting with Tauriel and Thorin decides to have a one on one with you.

     Stupid, Ignorant Dwarf: You finally confess to Kili (cont. of story above)

Legolas: 

   For YouYou worry about the fate of Legolas after the battle.

   Going Home: You and Bilbo embark on the journey home with a surprise guest waiting for you. (part 2)

    Got You: Dwalin confronts Legolas about you traveling with him.

    Home: You are finally home after ten years. (last part)

    Interesting: Legolas takes an interest in you once he realizes that you are an elf and definitely not a dwarf. (part 1)

Nori:

    Annoying Dwarf: Nori has stolen a drawing of you and you want to know why.

    Return to Me: You go to find Nori before they go to the mountain.

    Stolen Heart: Your father, Thranduil, is not too happy with you, but you could care less. As long as you got to see your thief.

    Surprise?: You’re getting married to the thief.

    Your Dwarf: The battle has ended and Nori has a few choice words for you.

Oin: 

    Memories: Imagine bringing up Oin’s old memories.

Ori:

    Promise: You see the Ri brothers off and give something to Ori.

    Training: Ori doesn’t want to train.

Thorin:

     Forgive Me: Thorin finds out you’re an elf. 

     Keeping Secrets: You have yet to let your students in on a little secret.

     Lovebug: You faint while on the journey and that causes feelings to surface.

     Loved: You loved your two dwarves very much.

     Mahal Hates Me: You have a miscarriage and Thorin helps you through the pain.

    Practice: You accidentally put Thorin’s hair into a ponytail.

     Punny: You and Thorin have a small pun-off

     Smug: Thorin thinks you’re in love with him and he’s taking the piss out of you

     Unanswered: You have a secret to tell Thorin

     Unbelievable: Thorin takes a blow and you are not happy about it.

     Worthy: You are having second thoughts about your wedding to Thorin

Thranduil:

     First Meeting: You meet Thranduil and he is not as Kingly as you expected.

     Getting Somewhere : You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way. (part 2)

     Not Fair: Bard is planning to marry Sigrid to one of the heirs of the two other Kingdoms and you’re absolutely livid. (part 1)

Series:            

        Adventure Awaits- Haldir x Reader: A year has passed since Erebor had been reclaimed and everything seemed to be going well until you are forced to go on another adventure not only with dwarves, but elves and men as well.  

        The Aim of Elves- Thorin x Reader: You disobey Thranduil’s orders to ignore the dwarves and instead of helping the dwarves escape their homeland, you destroy the dragon that dare take it away, but not without consequences.

         The Elf and the Dwarf- Thorin x Reader: (COMPLETED) Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain.

          Feisty Little Hobbit- Company x Reader: You’re Bilbo’s little sister, but the exact opposite of him and you did not like these dwarves at the moment.

          Little Brat: (Thorin x Sister!Reader) You are the oldest of the Durins and you live your life happily until the day Smaug attacks. That is when you lost the trust of your little brother, Thorin.

          Perfect Two: (Frerin x Reader) You and Thorin have been best friends for years, but you are more interested in his little brother. Thorn tries his best to get you together, but can he succeed? NO SMAUG or SAURON

Non-specific (Company x Reader):

           Broken: When you invited the dwarves in, you did not know what you got yourself into.

Real Life (Actor Drabbles):

          Go Away Richard: You’re Luke’s date to the premiere of Beauty and the Beast, but Richard keeps on trying to steal you away.

          Tumblr Richard, Aidan and Dean ask you to show them what Tumblr is.

Lord of the Rings:

Originally posted by georgetakei

One, Two or Three-Shots In Alphabetical Order by Character

Aragorn:

         The Elf Queen: Aragorn shares his memories of the elf queen under the mountain.

Glorfindel

          Fairest of Them All: You move to Rivendell and meet a very handsome elf.

The Silmarillion:

ONE SHOTS IN WHICH YOU ARE RELATED TO THE CHARACTERS AND FAMILY IS THE MAIN FOCUS:  

House of Feanor: (Daughter/Sister of Feanor)

          One Big Happy Family: Celegorm tries to train you, but your other brothers won’t let him.

Supernatural:

ONE SHOTS IN WHICH YOU ARE RELATED TO THE CHARACTERS AND FAMILY IS THE MAIN FOCUS:    

Winchester: (Daughter/Sister of Sam and Dean)

          No: You want to go on the hunt, but Sam and Dean don’t let you.

     Drabbles

          Baby Girl: You meet Jared Padalecki and he sees your self harm scars when you ask him to sign something, and starts crying and takes you to the back room and tells you you’re beautiful and kisses your scars.

          Panel Breakdown: You talk about your past and its not too good.

          Stories: You tell the panel about your racing days

          Surprise: You surprise the boys at a panel.

Petrichor [Yoonmin - M]

Author’s Note: This became way longer than intended, but enjoy university!au Yoonmin; apologies if at times they seem a bit out of character. This is for the lovely fic exchange with @btsbound.

Word Count: 11,861 (lord help me)

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

pet·ri·chor ˈpeˌtrīkôr/

noun

a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.


There are very few things in the world that truly grate on Yoongi’s nerves.

  1. When the sunlight creeps in his bedroom window, on the days when he was up far too late the night before; albeit the countless number of times he’s shut the blinds (he’s positive he did), some always manages to sneak through, successfully waking him hours before his mind was ready.
  2. When his roommate (and best friend) Hoseok always steals the last banana milk, even if Yoongi writes his name all over the damn bottle. (It’s not that big, there’s not that much space to scribble on, you’d think he’d get the point after four years?)
  3. And finally, when his favorite study room is taken in the library, the one by the far back window where it’s warm, and honestly, the best place for Yoongi to sleep in between classes.

And as his luck would have it, one of the three things happened to him today. Needless to say, he was in a shitty mood.

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So.. Here’s just survival tips for all my friends out there. Listen to it, don’t, whatever. Just some friendly advice. It’s probably going to sound like it’s geared towards men, but it’s really towards all genders, imo.


  1. Keep a knife on you. A folding knife, a fixed blade knife, whatever’s your preference, but keep a knife on your person at all times, you never know when you might need it. Don’t be afraid to splurge on the knife either, it can be your best friend in a tough situation. If you can’t afford a good knife, that’s okay. Get a decent/cheap knife and carry it until you can afford a good knife.
  2. Always carry a set of tools in your car. Preferably a hammer, a set of screw drivers, a set of wrenches, etc. Something. Things you can work with. Learn to use them. Even if you can’t use them, you might be with someone who can, but please, learn to use them.
  3. Have a flashlight. Either on your person, or in your vehicle. Say what you want, but that can be some serious damn comfort in a dark situation. [Haha, see the fucking pun I made there? Whatever, bite me.] Also, it’s nice to see what you’re doing in the dark.
  4. Always carry a lighter, even if you don’t smoke. You can make friends that way, but it’s also nice to be able to build a fire in case you have to do it in a pinch.
  5. Learn self defense. This isn’t always about how to fight, but how to avoid a fight ot a bad situation in general. Learn how to de escalate a bad situation, or how to end one before it begins. Understand that fair fights are schoolyard bullshit, and that the only winner of a fight is one who survives it.
  6. Learn about guns. It’s okay if you don’t like guns, but you still need to know about them. Even if you never want to own or touch a gun, sometimes knowing how to use one can save your life or someone else’s life. Also, it helps if you ever witness a crime, you could describe what the suspect had to the authorities, or possibly what the fuck to hide behind if that asshole starts shooting. Mostly because you can get an idea of what it’s gonna penetrate, or how many shots they have.
  7. Learn a skill that people feel is antiquated. Canning, preserving. Fuck it, crocheting or tanning. Learn it. Learn how to work with metal, or how to make soap. Stuff like that can be hella fun, and you can even use it for side cash. Also, just in case the world goes to shit, you’ve now got a skill that’s suddenly really fucking useful. Imagine that.
  8. Take the time to meet your neighbors. Make friends with them, or at least build up a decent repertoire. Pay a visit to your local fire department or police department, do a police ride along. Hell, bring a cheap box of doughnuts to either place and you can make friends/leave a decent impression with either. Occasionally volunteer at a shelter if you’ve got the time. You’ll always feel better if you’re in a bad situation and you’re around someone you know.
  9. Be a decent person, but don’t take anyone’s shit. You’re not anyone’s bitch. Unless, well, you like that kind of stuff, and then hey. 
Tom Holland Imagine: Beautiful

Summary: You’re new to town and meet your new neighbor, Harrison. You soon become friends and he introduces you to his best friend.

A/N: Ugh I’m sorry if this is bad this is the result of my procrastinating doing my psych homework

Warnings: None

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“Y/N, come down here and meet our new neighbors!” My mother yelled up to me.

I sighed and dropped the box I was holding on my bed before I went down to meet the people living next to us. I passed my reflection and cringed at my hair and outfit. My hair was pulled into a bun with a few strands hanging down in my face and I was wearing a dirty white tank top and black yoga shorts. Normally, I would’ve attempted to look semi decent but I just don’t give a damn right now.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, a young girl, a guy around my age and their two parents stood there holding a plate of cookies.

“Hello! You must be Y/N! We’re the Osterfield’s. This is our daughter, Charlotte and our son, Harrison.”

“Hey, nice to meet you guys.”

Harrison smiled politely at me and Charlotte shyly waved.

“Well, Y/N, if you aren’t busy tomorrow, I was thinking you and Harrison could hang out and he could show you around the city!” His mother insisted.

“Yeah, that sounds fine.”

“Perfect! Harrison can come get you around 12? Does that work?”

“Fine with me.”

—Time Skip—

To say things with Harrison went well would be an understatement. The guy was one of the funniest people I had ever met. He made jokes at every stop and had me in tears about 20 minutes into hanging out.

That was 2 months ago.

Harrison had become one of the best friends I ever had in all my life.

Problem was his other best friend that was hogging all his time. Constantly bringing Harrison everywhere he went which left me without my best friend for weeks on end. Sometimes months.

I had never met the mysterious Tom but if he didn’t stop stealing my best friend I was pretty sure I would pound the kid’s face in when I met him.

I was in the middle of watching Heathers when the doorbell rung. I sighed as I paused the movie. J.D. and Veronica had just killed Heather Chandler and it was getting to the best part of the movie so whoever was interrupting me better be important.

I opened the door to see Harrison’s smiling face.

“Y/N!”

“Well, look who’s finally decided to show their face around here again.” I said as I pulled Harrison into a big hug.

It wasn’t until I pulled away that I noticed another guy standing behind Harrison.

“Ummm…. yeah I guess you could say that’s my fault…” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y/N, meet Tom!”

I narrowed my eyes as I scanned over Tom’s appearance.

Damn.

I was really not expecting him to be this attractive.

“So you’re the famous Tom.”

He smiled and nodded awkwardly.

“Well, don’t keep standing out there in the cold or you’ll get sick. Come on in.”

Tom and Harrison walked into my house and kicked their shoes off at the door.

“So what’re you up to?” Harrison asked as he walked into my living room and sat down on the couch.

“Uh, watching Heathers.”

“Hm, never seen it. What’s it about.”

“A girl who’s trying to be popular ends up dating a sociopath and kills three of her classmates and then has to stop him from blowing up their entire school.”

“…oh… sounds cool, I guess.”

I laughed as I saw Harrison’s uncomfortable face.

“It’s actually a really good movie.” Tom chimed in.

“You’ve seen Heathers?”

“Yeah, loads of times. It’s a classic.”

I smiled at Tom and turned to face him.

“I would’ve never pinned you as the type of guy to watch Heathers.”

“Well, what type of guy do you pin me as?”

“Hmmm… Transformers, Star Wars, James Bond.”

“Well, you’re very right about the James Bond. Not so much about the other two.”

I smiled and pressed play on the movie.

A couple minutes later, Harrison was passed out on the couch, leaving Tom and I in each other’s company.

“So, Harrison actually kinda warned me to stay quiet while we were here…”

“And why is that?”

“He said, and I quote, that if I said one wrong thing, you would scratch my pretty face off cause I hog him all the time.”

I laughed which caused Tom to look relieved.

“Harrison flatters himself too much.” I said as I looked at my sleeping best friend.

“Hey, do you wanna prank him?”

“Hell yeah!”

Tom and I snuck into the office where we both got sharpies and snuck back into the room. We got on either side of Harrison’s body and began to doodle on his face. When we saw his eyes begging to flutter, we jumped onto the couch and turned our attention back to the movie.

“What the hell is this movie? Is he raping her?” Harrison groggily asked as he watched J.D. press Veronica up against the wall in kiss her as she struggled to push him off.

“No, she’s about to kick his ass, don’t worry.” Tom said.

“Yeah, and even though J.D. is completely crazy, he loves Veronica.”

Harrison hummed.

“Well, I gotta take a piss.” Harrison said as he sat up from the couch and stumbled to the bathroom.

Tom and I erupted into a fit of giggles as we heard Harrison scream our names.

“RUN!” Tom and I yelled at the same time. I dragged Tom up to my room and locked the door before Harrison could reach us.

“Y/N! Tom! I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you two!” Harrison yelled as he banged on the door which only caused Tom and I to laugh even harder as we fell back onto my bed.

“Looks like you’re spending the night in here, Holland.”

The Neighbors (4/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing, bad flirting,

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader

                                     Part 4 : A Night Out with the Boys

       It’s been  a week since you hung out with the  guys but you see them at least once a day. Sometimes you end up sharing the elevator with them or passing them in the hall,  but mainly you have been texting them. Mostly Sam. You talk about everything, so you’re texting constantly. Steve and Bucky are still adjusting to texting and using their phones, but Buck will send you awful pickup lines, which you then respond with a laughing emoji. You and Steve text each other randomly, saying hello or asking how the others day is. It’s not a lot, but enough to keep a smile on your face.   You’ve decided to use all the sick days you’ve accumulated. You deserve it after working so many 15-16 hour shifts this last week. A week off, what do I even do?

  You finally reach your apartment. Walking out of the elevator, you’re so lost in your thoughts that you run right into someone. They catch you by wrapping their arm around your waist before you land on your ass. After you finally register what just happened, you lock eyes with your savior.

Thank God for Steve Rogers

. A sweet smile spreads across your face, and Steve’s expression mirrors yours. “Well hello, Captain,“ Your voice comes out smooth, and you wiggle your eyebrows at Steve. He lets out a laugh as sets you upright on your feet."Hey Y/n, you okay? You looked a little out of it when you walked into me.” You can hear the concern laced in his tone.

Is he always a gentleman? Buck should take a page from his book, this is real 40’s charm

The smile stays on your face, but now a blush accompanies it. “Yeah, I’m good Steve, just lost in my thoughts. Thank you for catching me!”

“I’ll always catch you.” You send him a ‘oh really now’ look. Before he tries to correct himself, a full blush painted across his cheeks. “Uh, I mean, I’ll always try to catch you when you fall.” He rubs at the back of his neck like he did the first time you met him. You feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering up a storm at how Steve is acting.“Good to know,” You say quietly. You hear him chuckle.  “Alright, I’ll get out of your way. I’m sure you’re exhausted.” You laugh, saying goodbye and going to unlock your door. Before you turn the knob, you hear Steve cough behind you. You smile and turn back to him.“Yes, Steve?” you simply ask. He looks like he’s debating something, his eyebrows are pulled together.

Originally posted by captainevans

“Well I - we’re going out to the bar tonight around 7:30. I was wondering if you would want to come with us? If you’re too tired I und-"   

  "I’d love to!” You answer a bit too quickly. You don’t care though. Steve sends you another beautiful smile and says goodbye, again. When you walk in your apartment, you throw all your stuff on the floor, change into pajamas and throw yourself into bed. You pick up your phone, seeing it’s almost 1p.m, and set your alarm for 5:30.

That’s enough sleep right? I have to make sure I have enough time to get ready.

You find a comfortable position and fall into an easy sleep .


  Your alarm blaring wakes you up, making you jump up in bed. You let out a loud groan, pressing the snooze button. As you stretch and begin waking yourself up more, you start thinking about tonight. 

  What do I wear? Oh my God, I don’t think they can handle drunk me. Sam will never let me forget it if I do something embarrassing. Then again, I could get them really drunk too and hold whatever shit they do against them. Wait, can Steve & Bucky even get drunk? You’re pulled out of your thoughts by your text alerts going off. You scroll through, seeing you have a text from Sam and your best friend from home, Gloria.

 Birdboy: You better be ready for a wild night, no wimps allowed >:)

You laugh as you type your response,

Me: Calm your feathers, I’ll drink you right under the table Samuel. Can grandpa 1 & 2 even get drunk?

You hit send, and open Gloria’s text.

Glo: Did you see Nick’s snapchat story Y/n?

   Oh God, I don’t even want to look. Nick is your ex boyfriend from before you moved to New York. Your first love. He treated you like crap; he cheated on you numerous times, lied about it, and you stupidly believed him until you finally had enough. He backed off for a while after you broke up with him, but eventually he tried to reappear in your life.  He tried every way to get to you: texts, calls, snapchats. You name it, he did it. He even found your forwarding address when you moved. He sent you letters, acting like nothing changed between you too. It was borderline creepy, until one day it just stopped. You go to the snapchat app on your phone and open it. His name is the first one to appear, so you click his story. Your eyes nearly fly out of your head.

“No fucking way,” you whisper. Nick’s story was of him in New York.

Maybe it’s just a coincidence, he might not even be near Brooklyn.

You try to push the thoughts out of your mind as you text Gloria back.

Me: He’s probably not even near Brooklyn Glo, at least I hope.

     She replies that she hopes so too. She tosses threats out that make you laugh, easing your anxiety. You tell her you’re off for the next week, and she suggests flying back to your hometown.

I mean I could…

   You think about it for a moment but decide against it. You want alone time during the vacation, and maybe a little time with the guys. You finally get yourself out of bed and into the shower to start getting ready for tonight. You have about an hour and a half before you have to go.

          Time skip … 7:20 pm.

   You’re barely done getting ready by the time you have to leave. You put on some boots and call yourself done. You glance in the mirror to take in your appearance. Your hair is in loose waves, eyeliner is winged flawlessly, and your outfit looks perfect to you. You are wearing a striped black & white long sleeve dress that lands mid thigh and hugs your curves perfectly. You pair it with thigh high black boots and a black leather jacket to complete your outfit. 

You twirl yourself around in the mirror, checking every angle to make sure you look okay. You stare a little too long at the way the dress clings to the curve of your ass, wondering if you look like you’re trying too hard.

    Before you can even change your mind on your outfit, you hear obnoxious knocking on your door. You roll your eyes, knowing it’s the guys. You shuffle to the door, opening  it to see all three men looking hot as ever. All three had jeans on that fit their body perfectly. Sam is wearing a dark green shirt, Bucky is sporting a maroon Brooklyn t-shirt, and Steve is looking cute as a button in a blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.Stop drooling, Y/nYou motion for them to scoot out of the way and notice all of their eyes are on you. You hear a chorus of whistles and curses. You lock your door then follow the boys into the elevator. Compliments are thrown around about how everyone looks. You managed to make all three men blush by telling them how good they look. You giggle when they tell you the same. As you exit your building, your excitement builds. This is going to be fun!

Originally posted by buckyneedsyourserumsteve


Time Skip to the Bar -

   The bar is packed. There’s people dancing, drinking, talking, and making out in booths.   As you make your way to the bar, Steve has to grab onto your hand so the guys don’t lose you in the mass of people. He interlaces his fingers with yours, making butterflies erupt in your stomach once again. He doesn’t let go right away when you get up to the bar, making the butterflies worse. You all order your drinks, the guys sticking to beer while you order a glass of whiskey. They all send you a surprised look, but you wave them off. Finding a booth takes some time, but you manage. The talk flows easily between you guys, just like the night at their apartment.

After a while, you decide it’s time for shots. You have to yell over the music so your friends can hear you.

  “I’m going to get shots! And then one of you is dancing with me!” you demand. You slink yourself through the hundreds of people between you and the bar. When you finally get there, you still have an almost clear view of the table. You order a round of tequila for your table,  as you’re waiting you feel a tap on your shoulder. You assume it’s one of your boys, but when you turn to face them you’re speechless.

Son of a bitch.

  "I thought that was you.“ Nick. You’ve gotta be shitting me right now. Out of all the damn bars in the freaking city…

"What are you doing here, Nick?” Your tone is flat, your anxiety is flaring, but you don’t want him to see.

He beams a bright smile at you, his dimples out on display.  "Vacation, thought I’d visit New York, see what the big deal is about the city.“

Where the fuck is the bartender?

You look around the bar for her but come up empty. You end up making eye contact with Steve & Sam. You look away and back at Nick."So who are you here with?” he asks.

What a nosey jackass.

“Actually I’m here with-”“Everything okay sweetheart, what’s taking so long?” Steve slides his arm around your waist, resting his hand on your waist and pulling you into him.

Steve? When did he even come over here?

 

Originally posted by evanslovely

 "I’m  just waiting on our shots,“ Your voice comes out more steady than you expect, surprising you.

Nick clears his throat obnoxiously loud, causing Steve to turn his focus to him.

"Hi, I’m Nick.” He sticks his hand out for Steve to shake. Steve takes it, shaking it firmly.

“Hello, I’m Steve Rogers. Y/n’s boyfriend.” You’ve never heard Steve’s voice sound this deep, almost dominate. Holy balls, this must be his Captain America voice. Your thoughts take a dirty turn, sending heat straight to your core. Stop it Y/n, not the time. Wait, did Steve just say he’s my boyfriend? What the hell is he up to?

 

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Love grown in a Dance Studio

Originally posted by holyfuckmark


CollegeAU!Yugyeom

Summary: “You’re not a little girl anymore~”

Word Count: 1,154

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Drinking, Light swearing (nothing too serious.)

A/N:

So I’m going to start putting my author’s notes at the beginning of my scenarios. This is just a classic best friends falling in love kind of story, I know it’s cliche but I really don’t think there are many romance scenarios that aren’t cliche. There is a part where it might seem it will get smutty but it doesn’t I promise lol. I also apologize for the cheesy title I’m shit at naming things. Also IDK what’s been going on with me but I’ve been having trouble writing well so I apologize if this is bad. I am going to be updating a little bit less, I’m going to try and do more quality scenarios for you guys rather than one every day, this doesn’t mean I won’t be posting often just maybe not every single day. I hope it doesn’t bother you~ Hope you enjoy this!

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I’m Not A Pervert! [m]

Genre: Smut.

Content: Park Jimin. Your very attractive neighbor finds your blog about him.

Originally posted by jengkook

On a regular day, your usual morning routine consisted of waking up at the crack of dawn, brushing your teeth, brewing coffee, a quick shower, then a basic outfit of an oversized t-shirt and denim jeans.

On a regular day, you’d be done with everything at exactly seven thirty, which coincidentally also happened to be the time your highly attractive neighbor from across the street woke up.

On a regular day, you’d grab your Nikon D750 DSLR camera after breakfast and focus your lens on said attractive neighbor, who also happened to be the subject of your quite popular tumblr blog, dedicated to your photography.

You’d click away at his backside as he brushed his teeth in the morning, the muscles in his back rippling beneath light olive skin whenever he moved his arm. He’d frivolously run his hands through his faded red locks that were always mussed- probably from rolling around in bed with one of the various women he’d bring home at least twice a week.

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Imagine moving into a new apartment building and after the first night, a continuous sound alerts you. A small kitten stands outside your door, and you nurture her. After a week, you meet your new neighbor, Tom, who lost a kitten.

You looked around you. Boxes laid in piles scattered across the floor in disarray, but you couldn’t have been happier in your new apartment. It was so much nicer than your old place. You rolled up your sleeves and started unpacking.

You were woken up by a strange noise. You looked over at the clock to see it was early morning. You groaned as you fell back on the bed. With a huff, you got up and went to investigate. You prayed your door open just an inch to see a little ball of fur. You crouched down and scooped up the ball of fur. The poor little thing mewed and shivered.

“Aww, poor thing. Come on, let’s get you warmed up,” you told the little kitten as you made your way back to bed.

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The following week, you took care of the kitten. You had gone to the store and bought all the necessities plus tons of toys. You had decided to name her Lila and had even gotten her a collar. While Lila may have slowed down progress of unpacking, you would much rather play with Lila anyways. Towards the end of the week, there was a knock at the door.

“Who could that be, Lila, hmm? Who could that be?” you asked as she chased your heels as you walked to the door. You opened the door to see a tall, handsome man. “Can I help you?”

“Hello,” he said with a British accent. “I’m Tom; I live next door. I’ve been away on business -” You bent down to pick up Lila so she would stop crying for your attention. “You found her! I thought she was lost for good. I have no idea how she even got out,” Tom said with a relieved smile. You looked back and forth between Tom and Lila before sighing.

“Here you go,” you said as you handed her over. Tom held the kitten up to his face and kissed her. He looked at the collar and the tag.

“Lila. That’s a pretty name. You like that name? Well, then Lila it is.” You smiled sadly at the sight.

“Well, I should probably get back to unpacking,” you announced as you started to close the door.

“Wait,” Tom commanded.

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to let you know that you’re more than welcome to visit her any time. And perhaps I can have you watch her when I’m out of town?”

“I’d like that. I’d like that very much,” you told him with a smile.

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When you're such a hurricane of racist catastrophes that people don't even notice you have the first cabinet since 1989 that has zero Latino/Latina people in it... JUSTTRUMPTHINGS

On the other hand, there’s something slightly liberating about how obviously terrible this terrible and dangerous man is. Oppose everything. Call any representative that you’re able to, put yourself on the streets with good people when you can, meet your neighbors, decide to protect and support each other, and then… do it.

The Neighbors (9/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff , semi smut

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader


Chapter 9: How to (attempt to) Save a Life

“Y/n- do you know-”

“Steve, either shut up or go in the hall,” you bark at him. He stays silent, watching as you start on Bucky.

You start cleaning the large gash on his thigh. He yelps out at the sting, so Steve steps up to distract him. He starts rattling off memories of them from the 40’s and it seems to work. You numb around the area and begin stitching his thigh, being as gentle as possible. It takes you about 15 minutes to get it closed, then you tape a bandage over it.

“This will have to do until you can get him to the towers infirmary Steve. Call Tony now and have him send transportation over.” He does as you say, leaving the room to make the call. You start assessing the damage the glass caused. There’s a range of small and large shards decorating his arm. You sigh, then start slowly pulling the pieces out with the forceps.

“You know Doll, you’re even hotter when you’re at work.” Bucky’s voice startles you, but you laugh.

“Barnes, you’re not hitting on your best friend’s girl, are you?” You ask as you keep extracting glass from him. You hear him suck in a sharp breath, then release it shakily.

“I’m hitting on the nurse that is saving me, instead of her douche canoe Boss.” You snort. You feel bad that he must of heard what was said in the hall.

“I’ll always save you Buck, don’t ever doubt it.” He winces again as you pull out one of the larger pieces, blood starts trickling out of the wound. You press gauze over  it.

“You’re probably going to have some scars, Buck. But chicks dig scars,” you say, trying to pull his mind away from the pain.

“Trust me doll, I know.” He winks at you, pulling a giggle from you. As you pull out your fifth piece of glass, Steve re-enters the room. You replace the blood soaked gauze with a fresh one and begin going after some of the smaller pieces.

“Alright, Stark said 15 minutes. You think he’ll hold over until then, Doll?” Steve asks as he pulls a chair next to the bed.

You nod, keeping your focus on the stubborn piece you picking at. Steve starts up with the memories again, getting Bucky to join in. You wish you could listen to their stories, but you can’t risk losing concentration on his arm.

When Bucky’s ride shows up, there’s only four small shards, and two large left. You managed to get the other 80% out, littering his arm in stitches and gauze covers. As they wheel him out of the room, you follow behind Steve.

“Are you coming with?” Steve asks.

“I’ll meet you there, I have to take care of something first.” Oh I’ll meet you there honey, after I destroy my dickhead boss. You send him a grin, but he sees right through it.

“Y/n, don’t do anything stupid. Do I need to stay?” You see the lines appear in his forehead, adding to his disapproving expression. You roll your eyes.

“No, Dad. I can take care of this myself. Just make sure Bucky gets there okay? I’ll see you soon.” You peck his cheek, then send him out the door. You watch as they load your soldiers into the back of the ambulance Stark sent. As soon as they were out of sight, you storm to the nurses station, paging Dr. Johnson. All the nurses have nervous or terrified looks spread over their faces. It’s not their faults. Just his.

“Listen guys, none of you are at fault here. This wasn’t an easy situation, but I don’t blame you for wanting to obey orders. Just know, I enjoyed working with all of you.” You send them a sweet smile, but as the Doctor approaches it turns into a full scowl. You march yourself up to him.

“Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you get to play God? Deciding who gets to live or who you watch die?” You yell.

“He is a mur-”

Originally posted by lifeisabutterflynonetitscaptor

“No, he is not a murderer, you asshole. He was forced, he was a slave to people that made him do those horrible things. How dare you take his life into your own hands and throw it away. He fought for this damn country, he fights to save the world now! How do you think he received all those injuries, Doctor? Because it wasn’t from running through a field of fucking Daisies, it was from stopping the people that want to ruin this damn world.” You feel all eyes on you, nurses, hell maybe even some patients. Johnson stays silent but holds his glare on you.

“You are a sorry excuse for a doctor, and an even sorrier excuse for a human. I refuse to work with someone as indecent as you. I quit. And your superiors will be hearing about this, so please, kindly go fuck yourself Dr. Johnson.” You turn away, waving goodbye to the nurses as you leave. Well, this is going to bite me in the ass later. But fuck it.


Time Skip, the next day

  You spent most of the night at the tower by Bucky’s side with Steve. The doctor, Helen, told you that you did a pretty good job on him from what she could tell. She was totally on board with helping get Johnson’s license revoked, but Tony beat you both to it. As soon as the boys arrived at the tower, Steve informed him what happened and Tony had already made the phone call. Thank God for Tony Stark.

    You finally step off the elevator with the boys following. Thanks to the serum, Bucky was healing quite a bit faster than a normal person, but he still wasn’t close to being 100%. He gives you a thank you kiss on the cheek, then makes his way to their apartment.  You and Steve stand in front of your door, just looking at each other.

“You going to tell me what happened when I left the hospital?” he asks.

“I just had a few choice words with the Doctor, then quit. No biggie.” You shrug him off, opening the door to your home.

“Yeah, I heard.” You whip around to face him.

“What do you mean you heard?”

“When Tony made his phone calls he was informed you quit. Which is why he spoke to Helen and arranged for you to work at the tower in the infirmary.” I’m sorry, what ?  

Your mouth is hanging out, eyes wide. “Did you - did you just say I’m working at the tower?” you stutter out, still in shock.

He chuckles, moving closer to you, winding his arms around your waist.

“Well, you can’t be jobless, sweetheart. Tony appears to have a soft spot for you.”  Well, I’ll be damned. I’ll have to call Tony later.  

You leap up, hugging Steve tightly. He laughs, holding you to him.

“Steve this is great! But are you sure you’re-”

“Yes, I’m  okay with this Y/n. It’ll be the best of both worlds. I really can’t seem to get enough of you, Doll.” His voice is deeper, sending a wave of chills through you.

“Oh really, Captain?” You purr, trailing your hands over his chest. He tilts your face up to his, then leans down pressing his warm, soft lips to yours. You move your hands, running them through his hair, pulling him right against you. You bite as his bottom lip, as he parts his lips to groan you slip your tongue passed his lips.

You tangle your tongue with his, as he starts leading you backwards. The back of your knees hit something, and you find yourself on your couch.

“I thought you were leading me to the bedroom, Rogers. A little impatient much?” You tease as he moves to hover over you. You’re caged under his body, head between his arms.

“I have to keep you on your toes, sweetheart.” He dives right back into it, slotting his lips against yours in a fierce kiss. You feel his hips beginning to move against yours, making you even more wet for him. You break the kiss for air, but Steve goes right for your neck, biting hard enough that you’re positive you’ll have marks. He soothes them over with his tongue, beginning to create hickeys as he sucks. He finally lets off your neck, instead ripping your shirt clean off your body.

“Steve! That was my favorite scrub top!” you gasp. He ignores you, slipping his hands behind you to unclasp your bra. He pulls it down your arms, then flings it behind him. Right as he goes to take your hard nipple into his mouth, you hear someone clear their throat.

 Steve immediately throws his body over yours, covering your chest but also smashing you under his weight.

You wiggle your head, and as soon as you see your guest, you both burst into laughter.  Sam is standing in your doorway with your bra in his hands.

“Barnes is driving me insane. I just wanted to come here and hide out. But instead I’m welcomed with a bra to the face. You two are animals, lock the damn door!” He stomps away, and you hear their apartment door open and slam shut.

Originally posted by aprilkeepner

 "Did Sam just take my bra…?“

Steve leans his head down against your chest, releasing a long sigh. "Yeah, I think he did.”  A giggle bubbles through you. You pull Steve’s face back to yours, giving him a quick kiss.

“Well, Captain, where were we?” You whisper.

He immediately pulls your nipple into his mouth, gently biting it. A gasp falls from you as he does the same to the other one. He kisses down your stomach to the top of your pants. From there, he sends you a mischievous grin.

“Steven Grant Rogers, don’t even thin-”

As if you didn’t even speak, Steve rips your pants, pulling the scraps off you. Damn it Steve. He pushes your legs apart, placing kisses against your covered center. You back arches as the contact, he slowly slides your panties off, again flinging them behind him. Except this time, you open your eyes and feel them go wide, as you watch your underwear bounce off Bucky’s face.

“OH MY GOD, DOES ANYONE KNOCK?” What are the fucking chances. Steve’s body is over yours within seconds, again. Bucky just leans in your doorway, dirty smirk playing on his lips while your soaked underwear is in his hands.

“I’m pretty sure I heard Sam tell you to lock the door…”

“Barnes, drop my underwear or so help me God, I will cockblock you for the rest of your life.” You threaten.

He drops your underwear but not the smirk. He sends you a wink, while Steve glares at him.

Originally posted by itsvarza

“Is there a reason you’re here Buck, or just coming to watch?” You ask angrily.

“Is that an option?” He shoots back. Steve just shakes his head, probably regretting his choice in friends right about now. You roll your eyes, not bothering to respond. “Doll, my bandages on my thigh are bleeding through. I was wondering if you could help me. Sam’s being a pansy.”

“I am not!” You hear Sam shout.

“Of course Buck, just…give me a minute to not be naked, okay?”

He nods, then leaves you and Steve. As the door shuts, Steve moves off you to sit on the floor. You stand up, going to your room and throwing on some boyshort underwear and your go-to sleep t-shirt, then grab Steve’s hand and haul him across the hall with you.


Time skip - 1 day before leaving for home with the boys.

As you sit in front of Wanda bandaging a few scrapes up from her recent mission, you tell her about Gloria’s wedding.

“So when do you leave for your hometown, Y/n?” She questions. You place the last bandage on, then pick up all the used gauze for disposal.

“Tomorrow actually!” you excitedly answer. She smiles brightly at you.

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

“You better take pictures! I wanna see you and the boys dressed up! Oh, and the wedding dress!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll take plenty of pictures. I can’t wait for the next time Gloria’s out here, you and Nat would get along well with her!”  

She thanks you then heads out. When she leaves, you think about how your life has changed since starting to work at the tower with Helen. It’s been so unbelievably amazing. You’ve gotten closer with the other Avengers besides your boys. You’ve especially  been around Wanda and Nat a lot. So far you’ve went shopping three times with them and had a few movies nights. You love everything about this job, including getting to be near Steve while he’s at work. You get to see him in his Captain America uniform, and man, does that drive you crazy. You can’t even count how many times you’ve begged him to wear it home for you, but Captain Buzzkill refuses every time.

As you get ready to leave for home, Steve finds his way to you. When you see him walk in, you can’t help but smile.

“You ready for tomorrow, Steve?” You ask as you place the last of the files away.

“I can’t wait to finally meet your family. Bucky and Sam are thrilled too.”

“Of course they are, they’re going to be supplied with endless amounts of blackmail on me.”

  All he does is laugh and reaches for your hand to pull you to him. He leans in for a kiss, carding his fingers through your hair. You let out a moan against his lips at the feeling of his fingers slightly tugging. The kiss turns desperate and hot, and Steve picks you up and places you on counter behind  you.

Originally posted by neskui

You lock your legs around his waist and fist his shirt as you deepen the kiss. His fingers are digging into your hips, causing your to grind yourself against his crotch. You feel the familiar heat spread through you, driving you crazy. You slip your hands under his shirt, and he lets you lift it off his body. He copies the action, dropping your top on to the floor with his. He moves himself lower on your body, pulling the cup of your bra down to suck on your nipple. Your knuckle are turning white from how hard your holding onto the edge of the counter.

“Steve please.” You whine and you start to squirm. He slips his hand under the top of your pants and under the line of your panties. He rubs his fingers over your wet slit, teasing you further.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he whispers in your ear. Your back is painfully arching towards him as he plays with your clit between his fingers.

“Please, finger me, Captain.” He moans, finally pushing two fingers into your dripping entrance. He starts at a slow pace but soon starts thrusting his fingers at an animalistic pace. You try holding in the noises that are falling out of your mouth; after all, you’re still at work.

The way Steve’s had is angled against, his palm is brushing against your clit as his fingers slam into you.

“ I’m going to-”

“Do it doll, finish all over my hand.” His words throw your over, sending you spiraling through your orgasm. You slump against Steve and watch as he pulls his fingers out of you, slowly licking them clean of your orgasm. You groan at the sight. Everything that man does turns me on, that can’t be healthy. You pull him to you in a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You only pull away from him when the speakers sound.

Originally posted by want-your-kisses

“Sanitize that counter Immediately, Rogers. And stop acting like horny teenagers, you have your own freaking room here idiot.” Tony’s voice blares over the intercom. Your cheeks turn dark red at being caught. You burry your face in your hands, causing Steve to chuckle. You hop off the counter, retrieving your shirts. Well, better to be caught here than when we stay at my parents house.  


Time Skip - Getting off the Plane

All four of you are making your way to the lobby of the airport. As you walk through the doorway, you look out into the sea of people waiting for others and your eyes go right to the giant sign towards the middle.

Bucky reads it outloud while he chuckles. “(Y/l) and her super hot friends.”  Damn it, who did Gloria get to pick us up? When the crowd starts dispersing, the owner of the sign is revealed. You see your sister, Marie, starting to dance awkwardly while she wiggles the sign in the air at you.

Oh fucking hell, here we go.

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MASTERLIST

BLURBS (organized by boy then by oldest to newest)

Michael

Best friend Michael (he confesses his feelings for you)

Angsty Michael (he is partying too much and acting out and you can’t take it anymore)

Best friend Michael (how you two met in elementary school and where you are now)

Single Dad Michael  (he is raising his son on his own with the help of you, his best friend)

Angsty Michael  part two part three part four (distance starts causing a strain on your relationship)

Boyfriend Michael (this is about you having an anxiety attack, i wrote this from my own personal experience not to romanticize mental health issues, TW)

Drunk Best Friend Michael (you give his drunk ass a ride home)

Another Single Dad Michael (you are his little girls kindergarten teacher)

Calum

Best friend Calum (your teasing fun friendship turns into something more)

Visiting Calum on tour (same as the title lol you are visiting him on tour)

Neighbor Calum  (you meet your neighbor for the first time on the floor of your apartments hallway)

Spicy Self Love (plus size au)

High School Calum (Calum is a soccer star at your high school and you aren’t a fan of him, pretty much as cliche as it gets lmao) 

Best Friend Calum (Fluffy cute tour blurb)

Friends With Benefits Calum (when someone catches feelings, lowkey inspired by a scene from gilmore girls)

Luke 

Frat Boy Luke (you are his tutor that he now has feelings for)

Best friend Luke (you are visiting him on tour)

Jealous Luke (after you break up he is upset to see you on a date)

Angsty Ass Luke part two part three (you go to visit luke on a break between tours and are shocked with what you find when you arrive, also has bestfriend!michael in there)

Married Luke (getting in an argument about the future for the two of you) 

REQUESTS

Michael

“I hate you! You’re everywhere, and I can’t escape you! I can’t go anywhere without being reminded of you”

“Do you even love me?”

“Just tell me you still love me”

Calum 

He wants to cuddle, but you are busy

“I know you don’t love me, but please, just lie to me one more time”

“Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do”

“Hi, my name is (Y/N), and I have no idea who you are, but I need you to kiss me”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“Prove me wrong.” Part 2

“Do you even realize how much stuff like this hurts me?” and  “Don’t cry, don’t fucking cry”

Luke

“Mommy ate the baby?!”

“You never let anyone in, and that’s why everyone leaves”

“I just love looking at you.”

Ashton

“It hurts to look at you” 

“If I’d known you’d be here I wouldn’t have come”

“Let me braid your hair, sweetie.”

“I wish I could capture this moment in a bottle and keep it forever”


RANTS (just me ranting about the boys) 

Fan Fiction Rant 

Jet Black Heart Music Video Rant  

Meeting the Neighbors

Pairings: John x reader (kinda) Young Sam & Dean Winchester

Warnings: Swearing & FLUFF

Word Count:3,180

A/N: This is set up for a part 2 but I will most likely not do a part 2. Enjoy!

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The sound of a truck’s brakes squealing to a stop ripped you from your dreams at quarter to seven in the morning on your only day off that week. You growled as you looked at your open window, cursing everyone and everything for being yanked from your beauty sleep. You rolled to your other side, squeezed your eyes closed and huffed. You were lying there for only a moment, telling yourself that you were going back to sleep when the loud roar of a car engine rolled down your street and stopped almost right in front of your house.

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MASTERLIST

* = smut

SERIES

Catch Fire (Luke Hemmings fanfiction)*
When a one-night stand turns two-night stands turns friends-with-benefits turns…well good question or when youtube singer Lou met and somehow ended up hooking up with her celebrity crush, this is not what she expected would happen

Daylight (Highschool!Calum Hood AU)*

“I loved a challenge. And breaking a heartbreaker’s heart? Well, that was interesting…” or when Luke’s best friend moves to Australia, she makes a vow to take revenge on Calum Hood, the school’s bad boy, for having broken so many hearts


ONE-SHOTS

MICHAEL:

If you don’t know:
a bad break-up from Michael’s POV based on the song

Michaelangelo, really? AU:
your roommate has a hookup over so you decide to meet your neighbor and ask for a place to sleep

Winning:
so maybe Mike and you both have an obsession with winning, so what?

Whiskey on the rocks:
someone slaps your butt and you turn around to see Michael Clifford behind you???

Walks of shame AU:
you meet him while doing your walk of shame

Boop:
a few stolen moments with your inspiration Michael

There’s no way that we can rewind:
you fucked up and everything hurts

Priorities AU / Part 2 / Part 3:
Fratboy!Michael can’t figure out his priorities

You’re it for me:
Michael and you get into an argument because you won’t let him meet your strict parents and he thinks you might be ashamed of him

Just one little problem AU:
Calum is a great roommate…the only problem is his best friend

A daydream away:
your best friend sympathizes a bit too much with the boys you date

Silence makes you an accomplice:
two band members prepare a prank

PR teams are a pain / Part 2 / Part 3:
you were already having a bad day, and then you found out you had to PR date the one celebrity you hate the most…..yay?

Dirty laundry looks good on you:
you think Michael deserves better than the mess you are…he kindly disagrees

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The Neighbors( 8/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff , SMUT FINALLY.

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


                                       Chapter 8 : The Invitation

       You walk back into your kitchen, immediately going to the freezer for an ice pack for your hand.Damn, they never say how much punching someone hurts.Why on Earth do people do this shit for fun? You hold the pack to your hand as you begin making margaritas. You zone out into your own little world, thinking about how good it felt to finally shut Nick up. Huh, I wonder if he’s still in the hallway. You finally shake yourself back into the real world, and are welcomed by your friends proud smiles across all their faces. You send them and awkward smile.

“So…who else is having a 10 a.m  margarita?” Gloria comes up to you, forcing you into a tight hug. You squeeze her back.

“I didn’t know you had that in you! Thank you for standing up for me.”

You kiss her cheek. “I will stand up for you  always, my love.” You give her hand a squeeze and turn back to the blender, dropping half a bottle of tequila in with some ice.

“Plan on getting bombed this early, Doll?” Steve asks as he comes up behind you. He wraps his arms around you, placing his face in the crook of your neck. You lean yourself back into him.

“I think I deserve it.” He chuckles, putting his mouth close to your ear.

“That might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen you do.” He nips your ear, sending chills down your spine and causing heat to pool in your body. You twist yourself around, pulling Steve’s face to yours, and give him a lingering kiss.

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“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish, Captain. It’s rude.” You wink and turn back to the margaritas. Steve lands a swift smack to your butt, causing you to squeak. You can hear your friends laugh at the what they just witnessed. Just as you’re pouring the drink into cups for everyone, you hear Gloria’s voice.

“Wait, you’re telling me they haven’t had sex yet?!” Oh god. I’m going to kill them. Bucky and Sam let out roars of laughter, while you hear what you assume to be Steve Smacking the backs of their heads. You move to carry the drinks to them but Gloria stomps up to you.

“Is there a reason you haven’t slept with Steve yet? Or are you just out of your damn mind?” Your eyes go wide and you begin to stutter. She rolls her eyes, sending a ‘we will talk about your stupidity later’ look your way. You let out a puff of air. Thank God I don’t have to endure that lecture right now.

After two rounds of margaritas, you remember you still need to talk to Steve. So when he volunteers to help you carry the empty glasses back into the kitchen, you jump at the chance.

        When you’re both out of earshot, you finally speak “Hey Steve, I just want to apologize for the night of the gala.” He goes to stop you but you raise your hand. He takes the hint and lets you continue. “Nick said some things and I let them get to me. I treated you like you did something wrong when you didn’t. I let him get into my head and make me second guess everything. I’m sorry I snapped at you that night, and I let those elevator doors shut in your face.” You’re leaning against the counter now, he’s doing the same across from you.

“What did he say to you that did that Y/n?” I can’t lose him, I have to tell him the truth.

You sigh and begin telling him everything Nick said: about how he is going to realize you don’t belong in his world; how you’re not good for anything besides sex; everything that’s been replaying on your mind, you spill to Steve. You try to hold back the tears, but you can’t. As soon as the first one falls, Steve’s in front of you wiping it away. He pulls you to him, resting his head on top of yours while you cry into his chest.

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“He’s wrong Y/n, you belong here with me. I don’t want you to be anywhere else. You’re worth more than sex, and anyone that thinks other wise is a fool. He couldn’t be more wrong. He just wanted ruin what you have going. Please don’t let him. Don’t let him ruin this for us,” he whispers the last part. You look up at Steve, he wipes away another set of tears.

 “I’m not leaving until you ask me to Steve. You’re stuck with me.” He chuckles, and pulls your lips to his. You don’t know if he meant it to be a quick kiss, but you turn it into a long, sweet one. Only to be interrupted by Gloria’s voice making its way to the kitchen.

  “Y/n, can you come here for a second?” She asks. Oh God, what did they break. You hesitantly pull Steve with you to the TV room. Gloria pulls an envelope from her bag and hands it to you.

“Oh God, this isn’t a piece of paper saying you have 6 months to live, is it?” You ask. She rolls her eyes but doesn’t answer. The boys are all looking at you, making you more nervous. You open the envelope expecting something bad, but what you get couldn’t be anymore perfect. You pull out beautiful card: a wedding invitation. For Gloria and Alexa.

“OH MY GOD,” you yell, sending a wide eyed look to Gloria. “When-” She cuts you off.

“I’ll tell you everything in a minute, flip it over”

You do as she says. Your eyes water as you read, “Maid of Honor is a title meant for someone that knows you better than anyone else in the world. Someone you love with every piece of heart. Will you accept this request, and accept that I love with every part of me?” Tears are raining down your face. So much information so fast.

 “Do you think I’d say no!?” You yell as you pull her to you. You love Gloria and you love her girlfriend (now fiancee ) Alexa. She tells you everything about how she proposed and Alexa’s reaction. It sounded so perfect; you love weddings and honestly can’t wait for your own. You’re surprised she asked you to be a Maid of Honor when she has 3 sisters, but you aren’t going to question it. It means too much to you.

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  Gloria stays for the rest of the week, leaving two days before you return to your night shifts. You promise to help her with as many wedding decisions as you can even though you’ll be far away. You have two months until you have to fly home to help her set up for the wedding; two months to prepare for having the boys meet your family, since Gloria invited them to come with.


    It’s been two weeks since Gloria left and she sends you pictures everyday of potential bridesmaid dresses. Not all of them are horrible, just 70% of them. She finally decides on one that isn’t terrible. She refuses to show anyone her or Alex’s dresses, wanting it to be a surprise. You help her pick out flowers over facetime, and do anything else possible using that to help ease her load for decisions. Today, you help her pick out name plates for the guests, and a playlist for the reception. Those are the last things she needed. You guys really got a lot done, and the rest is up to her and Alex. As you’re about to start getting ready for work, Steve walks into your room. He stops in your doorway, a deep blush blossoms across his cheeks as he looks at you. You’re only in a bra and panties, and you raise your eyebrow at him.

“I – I should knock next time, right?” He asks awkwardly. You laugh, and slowly stroll up to him.

  “Why would you need to do that, Steve? I don’t mind.” You run your hands up his chest until they land around his neck, playing with the back of his hair. He leans down, wrapping his arms under your butt and lifts you. Your nose brushes against his as you tilt your head and connect your lips. As soon as your lips touch his, you can feel fireworks sparking through you. I will never get sick of this feeling.

Steve lays you down on your bed, placing your legs on either side of his waist. Is this it? Is he finally going to fucking do something? As if Steve’s reading your mind, he leans down and connects his lips to yours, while rolling his hips against you. You gasp into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. It turns heated quickly, your tongues moving against each other’s as he rolls his hips harder against you. You can feel yourself getting wet at the feeling of his erection pushing against you.

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Steve moves away from you, a pout forming on your lips from the loss of contact. He leans forward, taking your lip between teeth. Hot damn, Rogers. A whimper slips from you as Steve stands up to remove his clothes. You just watch him as he does, taking in every muscle and line on his body. When he finally slips his boxers down his legs, your mouth goes dry. How is that going to fit? Yikes. He senses your worry.

“Tell me to stop if I hurt you,” He says sweetly. You roll your eyes.

“Steve just touch me, please,” You whine. He smirks, then moves down your body. He removes your remaining clothes, and just stares down at you.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, Doll.” You smile up at him as he leans down for a kiss. He guides his hand down to the apex of your thighs, ghosting over your slit. You move your hips, trying to get him to touch you.

“Be patient, Sweetheart,” he whispers. He moves his lips down your neck, and pauses right as he is about hit your chest. The anticipation is killing you, but he doesn’t speed up. He slowly takes one of your nipples into his mouth, keeping eye contact with you as he swirls his tongue around it. You arch yourself closer to him, moaning at the feeling of him sucking at your chest. His hand finally makes contact with your clit, rubbing slow but hard circles into. You moan at friction he’s giving you, but crave more.

“Steve, please. I need-” You’re cut off when Steve slides a finger into your wet heat. A loud, obscene moan escaping you.

“You need what, Doll? I’m listening.” That smug bastard.

He inserts another finger and starts thrusting faster, switching to your other nipple and giving it the same attention. His name leaving your mouth in moans as he drives you to the edge. You can feel yourself about to tip over when he removes his mouth from your breast, and places it over your clit. A high pitched whimper shoots from your mouth as Steve sucks on your clit while fucking you harder with his fingers.You move your hands to his hair, holding him against you while he sucks and licks at your core. In mere seconds, you’re toppling over into an intense orgasm. When Steve pulls away from you, you see the evidence from you finish coating his lips and chin.

“You taste so sweet Y/n, I’ll never get sick of it”.

He quickly reaches into his pants on the floor and grabs his wallet. He pulls out a condom and quickly tears the wrapper before sliding it on. You pull him down to you into a heated and desperate kiss. You flip yourself so you’re straddling his hips, his rock hard cock nudging at your sensitive folds. You moan at the feeling and begin sliding his dick between your soaked folds. A strangled moan leave his lips at you teasing.

  You send a smirk his way. “Patience, darling.” A low growl leaves his lips. He grips your waist, lifting you to slide you onto his length. You slide down slowly, feeling yourself stretch from his size. The mild discomfort subsides quickly, turning right into hot pleasure. You start slowly rocking yourself on him, lifting whimpers from both of you. You finally break, and start riding him fast & hard. He moves his hands to right under your breasts. You watch him as he watches them bounce from your movements. His hands slide back to your waist, and hold you to him. He starts thrusting up into you, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

 He flips you both, catching himself on his elbows on either side of your head.

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“Steve, harder please!” you beg and he complies, pounding into you as he sucks at your neck. The only sounds that can be heard are your moans, his praises, your headboard smacking into the wall, and his skin against yours.

“Is this what you want sweetheart? What you were so impatient for?” He pushes himself up onto his knees, and holds your waist for more leverage. This position has him ramming right into your g-spot repeatedly, and your back arches at the contact.

“I’m close Steve,” you whimper. He speeds up his thrusts even more, and begins circling your clit. All you can do is moan. You feel the elastic band inside you about to snap, you just need a little more.

 “Harder, Captain.” That does it. Steve moves himself at an unbelievably faster pace, causing both of you fall into your orgasms. You feel the band break, and Steve finishes off inside you. Your breathing is harsh and both your bodies are covered in sweat. Steve rolls off to the side of you, both of you wearing blissful smiles.

 "So, you have a Captain kink?” You ask as you try to catch your breath. Steve chuckles, and you can tell he’s going to deny it. “Don’t even deny it Steve, it’s hot,” you say casually. You look over to him, he’s just shaking his head and laughing.

“You’re really something else, Doll.” You wink at him in response, then sit up quickly. You turn and look at your wall behind your headboard. You burst out laughing, resulting in Steve getting up to look.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles under his breath. Your wall is dented from the force of your headboard, the paint cracking around it.

“Well, Captain Rogers, I’ll take that a sign we did it right.” He rolls his eyes and pulls you down to him. You snuggle into him, ready to fall asleep, when you hear your front door open. Bucky and Sam appear in your doorway, and you pull the blanket around just barely in time.

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“Dude, next time warn us. Jesus, I could hear you both through my headphones!” Bucky barks.

Sam just send you a sly wink, then pushes Bucky back towards the exit. “I want a kid named after me!” he yells over his shoulder. You groan, going to lay back down before Steve stops you.

“Doll, don’t you have work in,” He looks at your clock, “25 minutes?” Your eyes widen and you shoot out of bed.

“Great timing Steve, I don’t even have time to shower!” He laughs as he watches you fly around your room, looking for your scrubs. You give him a quick kiss, then bolt out your door.


  It’s been a week since you’ve been back at work and you already want to sleep for eternity again. Steve’s been gone on a mission with Bucky for a couple days, and you haven’t been able to sleep well without him there. Sam stayed behind , helping ease your anxiety. You end up cuddling up to him when you get home from work hoping your body will think it’s Steve and lets you sleep, but it doesn’t work that well. The soldiers come back on day 3, but not exactly how you want.

You’re standing at the nurse’s station, organizing files since it was a slow night. The entry doors fling open, revealing your two extremely beaten up soldiers on the other side.

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“ Oh my God.” You sprint to them, helping Steve hold Bucky up. “What the hell happened?” You ask as you guide Bucky onto a gurney.

“This was closer than the tower, and I don’t think he can wait. He’s losing a lot of blood.”

 You look to Bucky, evaluating his injuries. “Karen, page Dr. Johnson, NOW,” You yell. You grab gauze and place it down onto Bucky’s cuts. He has shards of glass along his flesh arm that have tore through his uniform. And a deep gash on his thigh that’s leaking blood into a puddle on the gurney. You wheel him into a room, waiting on the doctor.

Two other nurses come in, you direct them to put pressure on all open areas and to avoid the glass. The Doctor rushes in, taking in the scene before him. He comes up next to Bucky, looking him over before going to leave the room.

“There’s nothing I can do for that man,” He spits out. Your mouth drops open, and you run after him.

“What the fuck do you mean there’s nothing you can do? You’re a fucking Doctor. He’s bleeding all over the place, with glass sticking out of his body for God’s sakes. What is your problem!?” You shout.

He turns to you sharply, stepping directly in front of you.

“I will not attempt to save the Winter Soldier. I’m doing the world a favor. He’s a murderer.” A growl rips out of your throat, you grab the doctor by the lapels of his white lab coat and slam him into the wall. His eyes go wide.

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“That man is not the enemy. He is my family. If you don’t get your ass in there and help him, you will be sorry. And that’s a fucking promise,” you growl at him. You feel an arm around your waist, and then you’re being hauled off the Doctor.

“I stand by my prior statement, Nurse. You are on your own, and there will be consequences for your actions.” You growl again and Steve’s grip tightens on you. The doctor walks away, and you break away from Steve and rush back into the room.

“You two,” you point to the two nurses in the room, “go get an IV Stand, forceps, stitch kit and cleaning kit. NOW,” you yell. The nurses scramble out of the room, returning no more than a minute later with the supplies.

“If you don’t want to get in trouble by superiors, I suggest you leave now,” You state. They all leave the room without a glance back. You look down to your broken friend, then to your distressed boyfriend, then at the medical supplies in your hands.

Alright, let’s do this.

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Escape; pt. 9 (final)

Reader x Jungkook // (???)!AU // 6311 words

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Summary: Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbor who seems to get on your nerves.

Genre: Fluff? 

Y/LN refers to your last name/family name

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me so long hehe but yeah. Alright guys it’s for real the last chapter haha. It’s been such a ride, love you all (’: As always, feedback is welcome!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5  // Part 6 // Part 6.5 // Part 7 // Part 8 

Previously…

“You,” The officer says turning to face Jimin and Jimin freezes, pure horror settling onto his features. “Come out. You’ve got a visitor.”

Jimin scrambles to his feet and almost runs out of the cell. He breathes out a sigh of relief when the officer slaps on the handcuffs again. He’d never thought he’d be glad to feel the cold metal on his wrist again.


The officer guides Jimin to the interrogation room once again and Jimin feels his heartbeat finally return to its normal pace. Jimin hoped that the officer would let him stay in the room a little longer considering that it was probably his lawyer who had come to see him.

The officer uncuffs Jimin and Jimin strolls in the room. He glances at the young man before him and approaches the chair cautiously. That’s not my lawyer.

Jungkook quickly rises to his feet and bows slightly at Jimin.

“Hi, Jimin,” He says timidly. “I-I’m Jungkook.”

“Yes, I recognize you,” Jimin replies with a smile. “How did you get in here? I thought they only allow family or lawyers,” He whispers.

“I… I called in a favour,” He whispers in return. He clears his throat before beginning, “Look Jimin, I want you to know that I wasn’t part of any of—“

“I know,” Jimin interrupts. “Your father and brother dealt with me directly, so…”

He felt an overwhelming sense of need to bombard Jimin with questions about you. If you had said where you were going or if you looked alright. You, you, you but he knew that would do him no good. He still needed to figure out how to convince you of his innocence.

“Jimin, you have to tell me what’s going on because I’m so lost and everything’s kind of just… going wrong so please,” Jungkook begs.

Jimin lets out a deep sigh. “Basically your family has dirt on me and used it against me to try to access the factory floorplans for Y/LN Logistics,” He explains. “Diadem was the security code in place to keep the plans safe. So, they somehow figured out that Y/N knew the code and hoped that you did. They got the code, I entered it, things went wrong and here we are,” Jimin says all in one breath.

The two of them sit in silence for a while as Jungkook attempts to process everything he just heard.

“Okay, wait… okay… but do you know a guy named Hoseok? That Y/N dated once but I mean I found out he also—“

Hoseok? Why does that name sound so familiar? Then it clicks. Hoseok.

“You mean Jung Hoseok? The one that works for your father?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Wait what does he have to do with this?”

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What if everyone just realized that processing the trauma of life is always going to sound kind of fucked up and be intense. 

The reason everything seems so crazy these days is because all of the awful random bullshit that normally stays between you and the people you are closest with or share a similar trauma with is suddenly out in public on the internet constantly. 

There is some serious cultural trauma to process in this late stage capitalist hellhole. So you have a bunch of traumatized people acting like scared trauma rabbits towards each other because the staunch individualism Us-versus-Them but I am the only Us identity. 

Just leave people alone! Recognize that identities labels as currently used are personality turned consumable good. What these groups should be is big clubs of people who have the same problems hashing out how best to fix them together. These conversations need to happen, but they are jumped on by outsiders because now they are happening in the Wild West of Twitter instead of around campfires. 

It is better that this is able to happen more. We need it. I hope it is part of finally making some headway on fixing the root of things. 

But it sounds awful and it sounds invalidating and threatening. It generalizes and exaggerates and lashes out. It is honest and literal and highly reliant on personal closeness to understand. These are words from people silenced so far in recorded human history. 

It would do us all better to concentrate more on networking and getting into non-political inter-generational highly mixed groups locally. Meet your neighbors who have no idea what a tumble is.  Garden. 

Use your internet time to share with people like yourselves, and do not get into fights with people who are at a different stage of processing, or have a different schema of the world that does not fit with yours. THere are 7 billion of us, and countless different cultures that vary vastly from family to family. Everyone looks at the same world from a different angle, and it is obvious that we will see something different. 

Most anyone who thinks that every human should be safe and fed and housed and educated is my ally. Please, save the bickering for when we are in a more comfortable post-capitalist environment and not nuked, thanks. 

Pretty Bird

Jason has a pet parrot, probably a gift from Damian, shit talks the reader every time they go out on their balcony

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“Hey fucker”

You whip around, trying to find where that voice was coming from. You were out on your balcony, watching the people on the street. On the balcony next to yours you see a large parrot looking right at you.

“Hello” you call

“Shut the fuck up, fucking helmet, lost it again, shit”

You could tell that there were all things that the bird’s owner must say a lot, because birds don’t wear helmets.

“So your owner swears a lot, huh?”

“Mother fucking bird, bird bird, shut up Sammy”

You chuckle, leaning on the side of the railing closest to the bird, “So your name is Sammy?”

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy bird”

“Can you tell me when your owner’s name is, pretty bird?”

“Jason, Jaybird”

“Is everyone a bird?”

“Pretty bird, pretty bird”

You break out into laughter, realizing that you are holding an entire conversation with a parrot, and they you are kind of enjoying the company. You didn’t have very many friends since you had just moved to Gotham, but this bird was good company. You were curious to find out if his owner was just as good a company as the bird.

-

You had lived in Gotham for three weeks not and had yet to meet your neighbor. Every day you would go outside and talk to Sammy, and every day the bird would trash talk you, and everyone else. You still fond it funny that the bird mostly knew swear words.

“Hey Sammy, how are you today?”

“Fucking fantastic fucker, fucking bitch”

You see the door to Sammy’s balcony open and a large man come out of it. He’s huge, over 6 feet tall, with black hair and a white streak in the front. He had come outside to smoke a cigarette.

“Who are you talking to Sammy?”

“Fucking fucker, smoking is bad for you Jay”

Jason groaned “Now you are starting to pick up what Dick says!!”

“He usually talks to me” you call out, leaning on the side of your balcony

Jason jumps, “Who are you?”

“My name is Y/N, I’m your new neighbor, and we haven’t had the chance to meet yet”

“I’m Jason, I’m sorry if Sammy being out here bothers you”

“Not at all, you know your bird trash talks me every time I come out here”

Jason bursts into laughter, “Yeah, he picks up everything I say” Jason flicks the butt of his cigarette over the railing, “Would you like to come over, I can make some coffee, and we can get properly introduced”

“Sure, I’d really like that”

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Once you are over in Jason’s apartment you realize just how little you know about your neighbor, and yet you agreed to come onto his home. Sammy walks around on the back of the sofa, climbing onto your shoulder.

“Do you want me to put him away?”

“No he’s fine! Sammy and I have become really good friends these past few weeks”

“It’s kind of sad that you know my bird better than you know your neighbor”

“Well it’s because of your bird that I was so curious about you! I mean who owns a huge parrot in the middle of Gotham, and one who enjoys swearing at that!”

Jason grins, bringing the coffee into the living room “Well, I’m glad you want to get to know me, because you seem like a pretty interesting person yourself. Sammy doesn’t just sit on anyone’s shoulder”

You reach out and pick up the coffee cup, holding it up to toast, “To a new friendship”

Jason taps his glass onto yours, “To new neighbors”

Both of you laugh and continue to drink your coffee. You end up staying at Jason’s until late at night. As you close your apartment door you smile. Hopefully you and Jason will continue to get to know each other, and you can become good friend. Maybe someday even more.