my dad taught me all about them

“Insecurities” Dean x Reader

Words: 1,466

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and reader run into her ex at a party.

Warnings: Mention of cheating, swearing, implied smut

 “Zip me up?” I say as I walk into Dean’s room. He looks at me, mouth slightly agape, and nods.

“You look beautiful.” He whispers slightly, taking a hold of my zipper and pulling it up. I smiled at him, blushing.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Winchester.” I respond, admiring him in his suit. We were on a case tonight- one that required us to go undercover to a party. I wasn’t complaining; I never got to be dressed up, and this was my one excuse to feel like a girl.

I grew up with the Winchester boys. My mom passed away giving birth to me, and my dad Bobby took me in afterwards. He tried to give me the most normal life possible, sending me to regular high school and keeping me away from hunting. Unfortunately, I was a rebel, and anytime my “older brothers” Sam and Dean would come to visit, I’d make them teach me how to hunt. By the time my dad had died, I had just graduated high school and I had nowhere to go. Sam and Dean took me in. They figured that they had taught me enough about hunting in the past that I could join them on the road.

A few years have gone by, and all those years of secret training definitely payed off. I’m a great hunter, maybe even better than the boys. Not that I would ever tell them that.

“Dean, are you ready? We have to go now if we want to make it on time.” Sam came into his room. He slightly smirked when he saw I was in Dean’s room, but it disappeared once he saw that I noticed. Sam has been suspecting something going on between Dean and I since the moment I started living with them, despite it not being true. Dean is my best friend, that’s all. My hot as hell best friend, but that doesn’t change anything.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)?” Dean asks me.

“Let’s go.” I say, nodding. I grab my purse and we make our way out of the bunker. I feel eyes on me as I walk in front of them, and I smile a little bit, knowing that I looked good.

We get to the event fashionably late, and try to make ourselves fit in. Everyone here looked very rich, and they were all beautiful. I held my head a little higher, trying to fit in with the crowd.

“What exactly are we looking for again?” I ask Sam, grabbing a glass of champagne. I down it quickly.

“Cursed object. Necklace. It’s supposed to be upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We need to find a way to get up there.”

“I can go get it. Say I was looking for the bathroom.” I shrugged.

“You’re right. No one’s going to suspect a beautiful girl of anything.” Dean said. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but at the chance that he was, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

In case my plan of looking for the bathroom failed, I grabbed another glass of champagne to take with me, so I could just act like a drunk lost girl if needed. I walk up the stairs, making an effort to blend in with the crowd so no one thought anything of it.

I find the necklace with ease (It was the ugliest thing I have ever seen- I don’t know why anyone would wear such a thing), and tuck it into my purse. As I walk out of the room, I hear a girl giggling down the hallway. I turn my head and see a beautiful blonde girl stumbling out of another bedroom, with a man following behind her. I take a closer look, and see… Josh?

Josh was my boyfriend all throughout high school. My first love, and also my first heartbreak. He cheated on me. I haven’t seen him since I graduated, and that was ten years ago. Desperate to avoid an awkward “How have you been?” talk, I turn around and try to walk away.

“(Y/N)”? Josh exclaims.

Shit. I turn around slowly and try to look excited to see him.

“Wow, Josh, hi!” I say. He leans over for a hug, but I don’t hug him back. “So, who’s this?” I ask, not really caring but trying to be polite.

“This is…” He trails off. “What’s your name again, sweetie?” He asks the blonde chick. My mouth drops open. She looks very offended, and slaps him. He rubs his jaw as she stomps downstairs.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?” He laughs.

As he keeps rambling on about shit I couldn’t care less about, I pull out my phone and text Dean.

SOS. Need you up here now.

I put my phone away and pretend like I just heard anything that he just told me. I hear someone running up the stairs and I pray that it’s Dean.

Prayer answered. Dean appears in sight, looking around for me, ready to pull out his gun.

“Dean, baby.” I walk up to him, kissing his cheek. He looks intensely confused, but goes along with it.

“Josh, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Dean.” I smile, wrapping my hand in his and standing as close as possible.

“Uh, hi.” Dean says, reaching to shake his hand. He looks down on me, a look of “what the fuck is going on”, but I don’t say anything.

“Say, (Y/N)…  Isn’t he a little… Old for you?” Josh says, with a disgusted look on his face.

“Excuse me?” Dean scoffs, offended. “I’m only 38.”

“You’re a whole ten years younger than him. He rich or something?” Josh laughs, judgement echoing through his voice.

“No, I’m actually with him because he’s amazing in bed. Oh, man, that dick is-“ I start, but Dean cuts me off.

“Okay,” Dean says, letting out a breath that sounds like he’s been holding in for a long time. “(Y/N), let me talk to this guy for a moment.”

You listen to him, and walk to the other side of the hallway. You see Sam at the bottom of the stairs, and he gives you a look of confusion. I tell him to give you a minute. I try and hear what Dean is telling Josh, but I can only make out a few words. Judging by the look on Josh’s face- I don’t guess it’s good.

“We’re done here.” Dean growls, walking over to you. Josh stares at you guys, eyes wide and terrified. As if to prove a point, Dean grabs my ass as we walk away, making sure he sees it.

The car ride back to the bunker is silent. Sam tried to talk a few times, but Dean would him to shut up before he could even get a second word out.

Sam and Dean went straight to their individual rooms once we got there. Sam was annoyed at Dean for him being an asshole the whole way home, but I couldn’t figure out why Dean was still so pissed. I can talk to him about it in the morning.

I changed into my pajamas and laid down in bed, turning on the TV. Right as I got into my show, I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I say. Dean walks in, wearing only pajama shorts and no shirt. I can’t help but admire how attractive his body is.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.” I turn off the tv, giving him my full attention.

“Am I old?” He frowns, sitting on my bed. I look at him, in shock he would even ask that.

“Not at all. Look if this is about what Josh said, he’s just an asshole, don’t take it to heart.”

“It’s not just that. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I can’t get away with saying I’m in my twenties anymore to chicks.” He laughs, running his fingers through his hair.

“You don’t need to lie about your age, Dean. You’re fuckable regardless. Look at you, you’re like-“ I stopped myself. I go quiet. I have no idea why I even just said that. Must be the champagne.

I avoid looking at him. I basically just told him I want to have sex with him.

“(Y/N), look at me.” He says softly. I look up at him, and he leans in. I can’t even begin to process what was happening until he was on top of me and we were making out.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that.” Dean says, pausing.

“I never said I wanted you to stop.”.

Well, let’s just say, I was right- he is amazing in bed.

Originally posted by undercoverrockstarjensen

Pride Month Prompts 7/30: Underground

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

Relationship: (Pre) Tree Bros


A lot of people liked the kind of “first part” of the Harry Potter AU so I decided (since I had no better ideas) to skip ahead in this story. Evan was sorted into Slytherin and Connor into Hufflepuff and both of them being outcasts found each other and started an unlikely friendship and now had found something interesting in the unused girl’s bathroom.

Also I know that I didn’t actually get to them being underground but it was getting long and I need to catch up. I’ll probably continue it later or if another prompt can be connected.

“Connor?” Evan timidly called. He knew that Connor was having a bad day. He had them frequently, and although angry Connor scared Evan half to death, he had learned slowly but surly that Connor shouldn’t be left alone when he had these type of days. At least, not completely.

So when Connor didn’t show up for dinner, it made Evan worry. And also slightly embarrassed that he had to sit at the Slytherin table and be ignored by everyone. Usually, people made room for Evan and Connor to sit undisturbed at the end of the table, but with Connor gone, Evan had no where else to go. Especially since Jared still was completely biased when it came to houses.

Evan had no idea where to look, he had already looked in the Hufflepuff common room, in his room, the boys bathroom, in the library, the more and more he searched… the more worried he got.

He was about to go out and search in the forbidden forest (although that scared him quite a bit). He then found a room that he had never even noticed before. His attention grew to it because he could hear a ghostly… giggle?

Usually stuff like that would pull Evan away and leave. But, he felt a strong feeling in his stomach… his chest. It felt overwhelming and kinda disturbing. He didn’t really like it. But it pulled him closer to the room. As he then heard a familiar mumbled voice.

He almost went into the room without a second thought. Which he had found himself doing more and more often the more he hung around Connor. Some could say it was a good thing and Evan liked to focus on that other than the other things students and teachers have said.

“Connor?” Evan called.

“Hansen?” He heard. Evan almost let a sigh of relief. He then went into the room. It… was a bathroom. But it was hideously dirty. Broken doors and some parts being slightly flooded.

He then looked up to see Connor, he was standing with a kind of… confused look on his face. Staring at Evan as if he were a creature to identify.

“Y-you missed dinner.” Evan felt like he needed to explain. “I… couldn’t find you anywhere. I-i brought some f-food though. If you a-are hungry! I d-didn’t know f-for s-sure because… you um, m-maybe you j-just weren’t h-hungry. I-I’m sorry. I-I can j-just-”

“Oh! Is this the boy you were talking about?” A voice suddenly said behind him. Evan jumped and let out a small yelp that made him sound a lot younger than he was. He turned to see a ghost. One he had never before. She was… younger than all the rest of the ghosts, even younger than Fred.

He almost couldn’t tell how much was panicking, his breathing had apparently sped up a ton, shaking intensely, he could feel the tears stinging into his eyes. He was absolutely terrified. Why would someone do such a thing? His heart was beating and he could have a heart-

He then felt arms curve around him. They were strong, tight, and… familiar. He turned his head slightly, only to feel Connor’s head rest near his shoulder.

He had almost forgotten that Connor was there. There he went, just to embarrass himself in front of his only friend. Again. Evan hated how often they would find themselves in this situation. He had only recently been diagnosed with social anxiety after he had to go home for two weeks after his big panic attack that could’ve caused an explosion.

“C'mon Evan, breathe with me. In for 6, hold for 5, out for 6.” Evan slightly nodded and closed his eyes so he could concentrate on Connor. Connor had somehow done his research with how to help him during these times. Evan didn’t really know why Connor didn’t leave him in the dirt. But it was… nice. Comforting. Connor was warm and never let anyone else touch him.

After a couple of minutes of this. Evan felt himself relax in Connor’s arms. He then felt Connor’s head move to look over his shoulder. Evan opened his eyes, only to still see this ghost girl still just… floating there.

“Look what you did Myrtle. Fucking apologize already.” He heard Connor say, he knew that Connor was trying not to get too angry. But he felt Connor’s arms very slightly tighten.

“What if I don’t want to? It’s his fault he’s so jumpy.” The ghost, or Myrtle, said in this bratty voice that almost hurt Evan’s ears.

He felt and heard Connor groan in anger. It was a deep rumble in his chest. “Then go be a bitch somewhere else. We’re in here now. Get out!” Connor said. Evan slightly knew that Connor was pulling the infamous ‘Scary’ face that he had. Evan only had to experience it once. But it was terrifying, and almost didn’t speak to Connor for half a week.

“Fine! I see when I’m not wanted! Who would ever want disgusting, ugly, moaning Myrtle?” And with a yell, she disappeared. And the tensions in Evan’s shoulders that he didn’t notice relaxed as he let out a breath.

They were quiet for awhile, and it was comfortable despite the fact that Evan had no idea what to do with his arms. So he just hung there. Taking deep breaths as Connor’s head readjusted to his back.

“Are you okay?” Evan asked quietly.

Connor let out a small chuckle that warmed Evan’s insides, “I should be asking you that.” Connor said.

“But you… didn’t come to dinner. And I was worried that you were having a bad day.” Evan said, thankful for the fact that his voice couldn’t stutter as much when his voice was this quiet.

“I know. I lost track of time talking to that bitch.” Connor said.

“Who was she?” Evan asked.

“Apparently Moaning Myrtle. She has haunted these bathrooms for years now.” Connor said.

“Why were you in here? Is this a new hiding spot?” Evan asked with a bit of smile.

“They aren’t 'hiding spots’ we discussed this.” Connor groaned.

“They seem like hiding spots to me.” Evan said.

Evan could almost imagine perfectly the rolling of Connor’s eyes, “Whatever, and no. I came because I felt something, and it dragged me here of all places. I didn’t even know it existed.” Connor said, lifting his head from Evan’s back to look around the place.

“The… pulling? The… overwhelming stuff?” Evan asked.

“Yeah. You felt it too?” Connor asked.

Evan nodded, although he wasn’t sure if Connor could tell that he did so. “It was… distributing. How else would I have been here?”

“You could’ve put a tracking spell on me. My dad used to do it all the time.” Connor said.

Connor didn’t mention his family a lot, other then the fact that he didn’t like them that much. And Evan understood, so they didn’t really talk about it that often.

“Y-you know I-I’m not good with…” Evan didn’t want to say it. He wasn’t great with magic. He would stutter through his spells, thus messing them up.

“But aren’t you getting taught how to do silent spells like everyone else in America?” Connor asked.

“I’m not g-getting taught. I-I’m trying to teach m-myself. It's… a b-bit harder then it looks.” Evan said, fumbling with his green tie. He hopes they would change the subject. He really truly didn’t want to talk to any of the teachers or Professor McGongal about it.

Connor nodded, he seemed to understand which was probably the best part about this weird friendship they had. Evan and Connor just looking at them seemed like total opposites. But they both suffer from being outcast and never really feeling that they belong. It was actually really comforting to Evan and he hoped Connor felt the same way.

“So… why do you think we were pulled in here?” Connor asked.

“I’m not sure…” Evan said. He once again looked at the bathroom. His gaze was drawn to the fancy sink. He walked towards it and heard Connor following behind him.

Evan looks at the sink, the power in him growing stronger as he got closer. Evan wondered if Connor could feel it as well. Evan didn’t really like the feeling, it was like someone was clutching his chest and bringing him to the sink themselves.

Once Evan finally gets to the sink, Connor stands next to him. What should they do? Why was this weird power calling them anyway? Evan takes a peek at Connor who looks just as confused as he is.

Suddenly, Evan feels Connor’s hand touch his. And the power somehow becomes even stronger. Which would’ve frightened Evan, if Connor’s touch somehow calm him just like earlier with the hug.

But that power, it feels like it takes control of his body. He can feel it all around him. And Evan watches as Connor moves to hold Evan’s hand, possibly feeling the same way as Evan. It’s strong, and comforting. Connor’s long fingers easily intertwine with his.

Evan then looks back to the fountain, then feels an itch in his throat. It’s a prompting to say something, but Evan didn’t know what. As he opened the mouth he couldn’t stop the word from falling off his lips.


Evan was surprised as Connor had said the same thing he did. Connor then looks at him in shock.

“How do you know Parseltonuge?” Connor asked.

“Parsel-what?” Evan asked. “I-I don’t know… I-i had an I-itch in my… my throat a-and that j-just tumbled o-out.”

“It’s the language of snakes.” Connor explained. “There isn’t a lot of them… but I got it because my there are others in my family that speak it.”

Evan nodded, it made sense that Connor could speak it. But why him?

“Most people who speak it… are descended from Salazar Slytherin.” Connor mentions.

“T-the founder of the Slytherin house?” Evan asked. Connor nodded.

Evan let out a scoff of a laugh and just stares at the ground, “No w-wonder I’m in S-Slytherin. I’m r-related to the f-founder. I-I… I’m not c-cunning o-or a-ambitious or or or… anything special at all.” He says the last part quietly.

He then feels Connor’s hand, who had never left his, squeeze. He looked up to Connor. Evan couldn’t read his face, he looked… concerned yet confident at the same time. His face was relaxed and his eyes shown bright with determination but yet it was still like Connor didn’t have a care in the world.

“Hate to break it to you Ev. But that’s not how the sorting hat works. If it was, I would be in Slytherin and not be a big fucking disappointment to my family.” Connor said.

Evan stared at Connor, whose face changed to pain. Evan didn’t think Connor had felt that way. Wishing he was in Slytherin, and sometimes Evan wished he was in Hufflepuff.

What a pair they were.

“What the hell?” Connor said all the sudden.

“What is it?” Evan asked.

“Looks like we opened a trapdoor of some sort.” Connor said, using his other hand to point.

And it was true, it seemed that while they were distracted, a trapdoor leading into darkness had appeared. Evan squinted to see if he could see anything in there. But to no vail.

“W-where does it go?” Evan asked.

“I don’t know, they always say that Hogwarts has many mysteries about it.” Connor said.

“Should we go in there?” Evan asked. “Or tell someone? Leave it alone? Destroy it? Hide-”

“I think I like the first option. Lets go.” And before Evan could object, Connor tightened his grip on Evan’s hand and let go. Evan watched (slightly missing the warmth of Connor’s hand) as Connor disappeared into the darkness.

So ambitious, Evan thought to himself. Why the hell was Connor NOT a Slytherin?

Evan sighed as he timidly walked up to the trapdoor, but he suddenly lost his step and was falling, deeper and deeper underground.

The Good Parent - Part Four

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1804

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

Warnings: blood mention

A/N: This is still a rewritten part. Including Part 7, everything will be rewritten forms of the old parts.


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Sorry for all the text posts, everyone. I’ll be making a recipe soon. Here’s some questions I received: 

What’s your name? Everett, or just Ev, if you prefer
Where do you live? British Columbia, Canada
What’s your favourite colour? Dark green
Favourite recipes on this blog: Pumpkin Soup, Maple Bar, and Fish Tacos
Favourite non-game recipe: Hmm. Probably butter chicken and naan. 
Most likely vs least likely to marry IRL: Most: Probably Shane, I love that chicken boy. Least: Elliot. I love him but our personalities wouldn’t match well.
What’s your opinion on nap dates? They’re pretty great, although I don’t nap much because I wake up feeling groggy
Which character do you like best? Oh geez. All of them. But I like the Wizard a lot. But I like all of them a lot. 
Butter or coconut oil? Butter, but only because I’ve never really cooked with coconut oil.
Cake or pie? Pie! Unless it’s cheesecake, then cake. 
EDIT: apparently cheesecake is a pie. I feel betrayed by the misnomers of the culinary world. 
When did you start cooking? My dad taught me to make pancakes when I was about 5, but I didn’t really cook much until I was about 13.
How old are you? I turn 21 on July 10. 
What do you do for work? I actually work on a farm! I do a lot of weeding and watering and feeding the animals.

Thanks for the questions!

grey-skies-full-moon  asked:

Being homeschooled, I don't have a school story, but since we're talking about reading... I genuinely don't remember a time when I couldn't read. My mom likes to tell the story of one-year-old me, pointing at the screen and shouting "E!" as Sesame Street talked about the alphabet. Mom always said I taught myself to read because I couldn't stand the world keeping secrets from me. :P And I've been reading and writing ever since.

I love this! My step-dad told me that words would always be a part of my life and had been from an early age. And he was right!


Originally posted by evilbjork

(All asks without a story are tagged Caffeine Answers. I’m not currently accepting any more book stories! We’ll have to have another day of them :) For now I’ve closed my ask until I can get through all these awesome stories!)

Low-key head canon that Artemis is trained in everything. Like EVERYTHING. Like, sure, she’s bitchin’ with a bow and everything, but all of a sudden she surprises the team by being on pointe when she goes undercover at a ballet studio.

And not only are her recon pictures good, they’re surprisingly aesthetically pleasing because she took that photography class that one time.

Or what about that one time she was with Zatanna and, while she can’t do real magic, she astounds the group with her amazing sleight of hand card tricks.

Or or or that one time they had a tanks or whatever reason that none of them could drive because, hello, they’re 16. They can barely drive cars, let alone tanks. But then all of a sudden Artemis hops into the front seat and goes like a pro bc ‘yeah, my dad taught me a while ago’

Just… Artemis having all of these hidden talents that nobody else even knows about because she’s so secretive.

Hi! I'm @panstudies :D

Hi there studyblr community! I’m so excited to be here, and a little scared too hehe, I have been stalking this community for a while and I finally decided to get my sh*t together and create one for myself so I can always feel inspired. Here are some facts about me:

-I’m currently in my first year of high school, and kind of dying trying to study for everything.

-I’m very introvert and tend to over-think a lot - why god(┬┬_┬┬).

-I love cats! my mom and I always rescue them from our building, spaying/neutering them so we can find their forever homes <3 ( I still plan on making a project about this).



- My grandparents were from China and wish my dad would have taught me their dialect when I was little, so I could be fluent  ಥ_ಥ

-I will be 15 on June 17 ヽ( ̄▼ ̄*)ノ.

-Still want to finish learning piano, Korean and Mandarin.

-I always have weird dreams and can’t remember them after a while :( 


-I try my best to go well on all subjects so I don’t suffer in the end.

-I’m also a Texas Tech student on their abroad “High School” program.

Aaaaand that’s it! please be kind to me, and I hope I can inspire you as much as you all have inspired me :D, the studyblrs that I most look up to and that always make me want to study are: @eintsein@sadgirlstudying@optomstudies@the-girlygeek , @emmastudies , @studyquill and @tbhstudying. Thank you for reading till the end, you’re awesome! 

A Twist of Fate (Bucky Barnes Soulmate AU)

A/N: Hey! I got a few requests to do a spinoff/ sequel of the soulmate AU and tell Bucky’s side of the story. If you didn’t read the Steve Rogers one that’ s ok this one can stand on it’s own. Hope you enjoy!


He was having the time of his life. Of course he was. He was James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes! He was a newly recruited soldier in the US Army. He had the best friend in the whole world. And he was surrounded by dames.

He could spend every night with a different girl if he wanted to (and he probably would). He was just trying to have fun until he got tied down.

At least that’s what he told people. That’s what he tried to tell himself.

Every time he would find himself hoping he’d hear the words written on his wrist he remembered the advice his father would give him growing up, “Never get tied down son. They’re all the same. They just suck away all the life outta ya. Screw your damn wrist that shit isn’t real. Just a bunch of bullshit lonely people tell themselves so they don’t feel bad. But you’re not lonely son so go be free and don’t worry about whoever the hell your supposed ‘soulmate’ is.”

So Bucky didn’t worry. He danced and kissed and wooed every girl that came within ten feet of him.

Bucky didn’t worry. Until he did.


He was tied to a chair in some old dusty building in God knows where. He couldn’t remember what exactly went wrong, just that it went very very wrong indeed. One minute his battalion was storming the building and taking down Nazi’s, the next he was being injected with all kinds of stuff as the doctors injecting him muttered things about something called a HYDRA.

Bucky spent days, or maybe it was weeks, drifting in and out of consciousness. He thought about his family, he thought about Steve, he thought about the words written on his wrist. The phrase “Wait! I think I know you!” playing on a constant repeat in his mind as he thought of all the ways someone could say it.

He had just made up his mind that his dad had been wrong when Steve (a very buff very tall Steve) came and rescued him. His dad was wrong and he was going to find her as soon as this war was over. He would find the girl made just for him and he would live happily ever after because he was James Buchanan Barnes and damn it he deserved to.


A few weeks later he fell off the train, and as he laid in the snow about to die he wondered if she would ever forgive him for never finding her.


He doesn’t remember much from his Winter Soldier days. He remembers swimming into consciousness every so often and asking questions, most of which he can’t recall getting answers too, but he does remember one instance very clearly and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever forget.

“Would you make me kill her?” His voice was hoarse and scratchy from months of not being used.

“What?” The scientist in the room with him was filling up a syringe when Bucky had spoken.

“If I ever found my soulmate would you make me kill her?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” the obvious misdirection made Bucky nervous and he fidgeted under his restraints.

“I’ll know who she is. I won’t kill her! I WON’T KILL HER!” Then the doctor stuck the syringe into Bucky’s neck effectively sedating the angry assassin. But before he was completely out Bucky heard another man enter the room.

“What the hell happened? Is everything under control?”

“Yeah everything’s fine. He just started asking questions again. I just wish the words on his wrist had been on the left arm like everybody else’s. It’s like fate  fucking knew what was going to happen.”


Bucky thought about that a lot now a days. Now that he was safe and free and no longer under HYDRA’s control. He wonders if he would have killed her.

Steve promises Bucky he didn’t. Steve had managed to find a complete list of all the people Bucky had taken down, and though he never shared the numbers or the names Steve did share that no one on the list had been targeted because of their relationship status to Bucky.

While this did provide answers to some questions and eased Bucky’s mind to an extent he still had so many things he needed to know. Did she forgive him? Did she move on? Was she married? Did she ever have kids?

He knew it was selfish but he hoped she didn’t. Not saying he didn’t want her to be happy, but the idea of her loving another man while he was being held prisoner made Bucky sick at his stomach.

Then Bucky thought about the fact that she could be dead.

He would rather she moved on.


“Do you remember how we met?” Usually it was Steve asking Bucky if he remembered the old days, but sitting around listening to an old stack of records must have gotten Bucky thinking.

“We were at the doctors right?”

“Yeah,” Bucky’s voice was soft and his gaze was focused on the pristine white rug but Steve just thought he was trying really hard to remember so he carried on.

“I had pneumonia again, probably the third time that year, and you… Buck I don’t think you ever told me why you were there.” Steve quickly caught on when Bucky looked up with a sort of grief haunting his usually clear blue eyes.

“My mom dragged me there. She dragged me to a lot of doctors. I wasn’t sick. At least not in the way you always were. But she was convinced something was wrong with me. She thought I was defective. Thought there was something wrong with me because of my wrist.” Bucky took a swig from the beer on the coffee table beside his chair. “So she took me to every doctor in New York City and asked why I was different. Of course they all answered the same thing about how all sorts of weird things happen with our wrists and no one can explain it.” A humorless smile tugged at the corners of Bucky’s lips as he looked Steve square in the eyes “I wish I could go back and tell my mom why I was so messed up. Tell her how fate just wanted to make sure I never forgot the words I’ll never get to hear.”

It was silent for a few tense moments before Steve spoke up, “Bucky you can’t honestly think your words were put on your right wrist because fate knew you were going to lose your left arm. If fate knew you weren’t going to find your soulmate I don’t think it would have mattered what wrist it had been on. Besides you never wanted to find her before, why the sudden interest?”

Bucky finished his beer before answering and walking off to his room, “I just thought it was ironic is all. And I’m not interested. They just tie you down and take away your freedom. I’ve had enough of that for one lifetime. And hey, at least my dad would’ve be happy for me.”


Eventually Bucky convinced himself of those words. He stopped thinking about the life he missed out on and started being thankful for the one he got to live now. It wasn’t easy at first but Steve and the rest of the team really helped out.

Tony knew all the right clubs and bars to take Bucky to and show him a good time. Clint was always up for shenanigans. Natasha helped him stay fluent in Russian (and gossip about people right in front of them).  Bruce taught him how to meditate and stay calm. Thor was a great spotter for weight training, and always brought Bucky his own bottle of Asgardian Meade whenever he visited. And Steve was just Steve- his best friend and partner in crime.

So life was good. He had friends. He had a phone full of girls numbers. He loved his job. Life was normal and everything was great.

For about 7 months.


It started randomly about two months ago. Bucky’s wrist would start heating up and itching llke crazy for a few hours a day and then just stop. Sometimes it would be fine for days at a time and then some times it would be on and off for days.

“Do you think you might need to go see a doctor?” Steve asked on the fifth straight day in a row a few weeks into the phenomenon of Bucky’s wrist acting up.

Bucky gave a hearty laugh as he grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer. “I am not going to a doctor for my wrist. I already know what they’re going to say so there’s no point.”

“I still think you need to go see someone, especially before that big mission you have with Nat in Wakanda next week.” Bucky gave a high pitched whine and stomped his foot, but Steve just gave him a playful glare before continuing, “Whine all you want too Buck, but you’re going to see a doctor before your mission and that’s final. I’ll have Stark’s new assistant schedule you an appointment.”

Bucky stuck out his tongue as Steve left the kitchen and went back to eating his breakfast. He was trying to read through the plans for his upcoming mission when he wrist flared up again and he ended up knocking his bowl of cereal off of the counter.

“Damn,” he got off the stool and started picking up the pieces of broken glass when he heard the door to the kitchen swing open with the accompaniment of heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

“Damn you Rogers!” The person was muttering to themselves, “Stop sending me SOS’s and not telling me where you are!”

“He’s probably at the gym,” Bucky answered the woman as he stood up from behind the kitchen island that had previously been hiding him from her view.

The women jumped in fright and spun around to face Bucky. Her (E/C) were wide like a deer in headlights and her mouth was parted slightly. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a (F/C) button up shirt. Her hair was in a high pony tail but a few wisps had started coming out and flying around. She was gorgeous. Bucky’s heart leapt up into his throat, effectively stopping all air from entering his lungs.

The woman only took a few more seconds before composing herself. She gave Bucky a small smile and a nod of thanks and started to scurry off in embarrassment. She was almost to the door of the kitchen and out of sight when it hit her, “Wait! I think I know you!”

“What?” The question was barely a whisper but somehow she managed to hear it.

“Yeah! You’re Steve’s friend Bucky right? I’m Stark’s new assistant (Y/N). I started a couple of months ago, and Steve keeps sending me these distressed sounding messages and… And you just said my words!”

The shards of glass from the broken cereal bowl once again clattered to the floor as Bucky ran around the kitchen island and pulled (Y/N) into a tight hug. There were tears in his eyes as he stroked her hair and buried his face into the crook of her neck. “I’ve been waiting so long for you (Y/N). I’m so sorry I took so long and strayed so far.”

(Y/N) pulled back to look Bucky in the eyes. Her own eyes had misted up a bit and she could barely whisper out the words from the lump in her throat, “Bucky you’re perfect. Don’t worry about any of that. All that’s important now is that we’re here and together and nothing is going to tie us up from being together ever again.”


Big thanks to everyone who requested for this I hope you liked it and it was everything you wanted! I know (Y/N) said things before she said the words on Bucky’s wrist but she didn’t say it too him so I’m going to let it slide.

If anyone has any other requests please feel free to share!

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree (Part 2)

(This is for @clammychowder bc she’s extremely supportive and one of my best friends so I want to make her happy)

(Part 1)

Kent and Alexander Parson adopted their son when he was five years old. He had red hair and a dozen freckles, and his brown eyes glistened with unshed tears and fear. The two men have been waiting for “the call” for at least two years. At first, Alexander’s injury that drove him into retirement from the Nashville Predators sucked. Alexander moved in with Kent and their three year long distance marriage was no longer long distance. So it turns out, his injury was a blessing in disguise. Because now, they were able to adopt a baby.

It took long, but they were warned, and when it finally did happen, Grant was not a baby. He came from an abusive home with only his biological father and no extended family. Now he was thrown into a new home with two men he didn’t recognize. One man who was fairly big and towered over Kent like a building, but was one of the shiest people Kent has ever met. Then there was Kent himself, who was small for a hockey player but still built like a brick wall.

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“every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and once you do, nothing will ever compare.”

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All seemed pretty well with Lucas and I for awhile until sixth grade when Missy Bradford inserted herself into the equation. 

I’m not one to dislike anyone at all, but Missy Bradford, also known as Misery Bradford in my own head, is one of my only exceptions. 

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Okay but foster dads Andreil:
They travel a lot cause you know, professional sports players, so they don’t want to actually adopt, but whenever they’re home for more than about a week they take in foster kids.
Andrew knows what it’s like to be these kids, and he knows when kids need help, need to talk, need him to back off. He makes sure that they all have skills and knowledge they need for living both in the system and once they age out, makes sure none of these kids gets forgotten. He tries his best, anyway.
Neil has more practical, running away type knowledge. You know, just in case you ever get kidnapped/threatened with murder.
They also teach them exy, cause what else would they do with them
Okay I know our boys are bad with emotions but like, they can take care of kids. And kids love them. Like, they make shockingly good dads.
They become somewhat of a legend amongst foster kids. Like, “have you been placed with the exy dads? I heard they took a kid to Germany for a wedding once.” “Oh yeah that’s totally legit, I met that kid” “Neil taught me how to break out of handcuffs” “Andrew got my last foster father arrested” “I met Kevin Day” “When I was with them they had like, five of us at once, and they bought us all new clothes to go to this fancy event-” “I heard they helped a kid run away to Canada. Fake passport and all.”
Some of the more far-fetched stories are made up.
Not all of them.

I don’t know all that much about the foster care system but yeah
Feel free to add on

anonymous asked:

(Caleo breaks up or something idk) but Leo opening a mechanics shop and falling in love with the girl who always comes in with her beat up Volkswagen bug. He sometimes makes up new problems just so she'd stay longer and hang out until he 'fixes' it.

Leo looked down at his orders for the day, trying to figure out how much it was going to cost him this time to get the parts he needs.

The bell to his shop rang, first customer of the day. He looked up and saw a beautiful girl standing right in front of him. Not as beautiful as…but she was still beautiful.

“Can I help you?” Leo asked.

“You do oil changes, right?” She asked.

“Yes ma'am.” Leo smiled.

“So when can it can done?” She asked.

“Well, if you pull your car into the garage, I can take a look at it.” Leo told her.

“Thank you.” She smiled and went outside.

He followed her and saw her beat up volkwagon. He let out a low whistle. “That’s some car.”

“It was my dad’s. I can’t afford a new one, so I have this one.” She said before getting into the car.

He watched as she pulled the car into the garage and up the mini ramp.

She got out of the car and looked at him. “How long will this take?”

“Oil change, a half hour. Tops. You can go inside and wait if you want.”

She looked around the empty shop. “I can stay out here if you don’t mind.”

Leo smiled. “Not at all. So do I get your name?”

“Lexi. Yours?”

“Leo.” He replied before getting to work.

“So, do you run this place?” She asked.

“Yup. Run it. Own it. Fix cars myself.” He replied.

“Impressive. Most businesses have others do the dirty work for them.” She said looking over her car to see him.

“Not me.”

“Who taught you about cars? Your dad?”

“My mom actually. She use to work as a mechanic too.” He replied.

“Wow. That’s pretty amazing.”

He nodded as he looked at her car. It needed a lot more work than an oil change. There were some rusted parts and some were disconnected.

“Your car here is-”

“A piece of crap? I know.” She sighed.

“I can fix it if you want. But it’s going to take more than a half an hour.”

“I actually have somewhere to go today. But tomorrow I can come back and you can fix it then.”

“Sounds good. And you are done.” He told her. “Half hour goes by fast doesn’t it?”

She smiled. “Yeah. How much do I owe you?”

He told her the price and her eyes widen a bit. “I only have a hundred on me.”

“I take checks and cards too.” He told her. “If you want to pay the rest with that.”

She smiled. “Thanks.”


Over the next couple of days, Leo kept working on Lexi’s car. The first two days was to do real work. The next day, not so much as a little white lie to see her again.

She eyed Leo on the fifth day she was there. “So, what are you working on today?”

“Your gas tank is a little leaky.” He replied.

“Really? Because yesterday you told me it was the coolant.” She smiled. “Leo, what’s going on?”

He sighed. “Alright, you caught me. I wanted an excuse to see you again.”

“Is that why the past two days was on the house?”

“Yeah.” He smiled a tiny bit. “I’m really sorry Lexi.”

She giggled. The most beautiful sound that he heard in a while.

“You could have asked for my number.”

“I know. But that implies calling and being awkward and not getting to know you like I have.” He told her.

She smiled. “You’re such a nice guy Leo. I would have given you my number.”

He grinned. “So, would you like to go to dinner with me, tonight? At six?”

Lexi bit her lip, smiling. “Yeah. I would love that.”

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: When Sophia is talking to her son during visitation about girls, she says "My dad told me, find a real insecure girl and practice on her. That way, you meet a girl you really like, you'll be good at it." Do all boys get taught that? Is this a universal thing that boys use insecure girls for "practice"? How do we protect these insecure girls from them? How can we shut down the fuckboys?
My Story: Why We Need to End Abortion Stigma
In January, at seven weeks two days, I had an abortion. Since then, I have not been able to tell a single person about my experience, pain, relief, or feelings.

This Is hard for me, because I am a person who is usually open and honest with my friends and family, and often ask for their advice or support. However, I just can’t bring myself to say “I had an abortion”. I’m so scared. I’m scared what they will think of me. Scared they will judge me. When I see people on social media talking about how people who get abortions are careless, wanted the easy way out, so on, I just want to tell them my experience. That abortion is NOT an easy choice, and all the lessons it has taught me. I do not think I should be ashamed, 1 in 3 women obtain this legal, safe, medical procedure. But I just can’t bring myself to tell them.

On Monday, I went to the OB GYN. It was the first time I’ve been there since my abortion, and I decided I should tell him, and wanted to ask some questions about fertility and stuff like that. He was a middle aged man, worked at a Catholic Hospital, and also knew my dad. When he asked me if I wanted to ask/ tell him anything, I quietly told “I had an abortion at seven weeks in January”. He nodded, asked if everything had healed OK, but did not say much else

Later, in the exam room, he came in. He put his hand on my shoulder and said these kind words, ones that I do not think I’ll be able to let go of, and have me in tears right now.

“Thank you so much for telling me. I know that must of been really traumatic for you. I’m so thankful you were honest with me and I know it was hard. I’m not here to judge you, just to make sure I can help in any way I can” . He told me when I am ready to have children, I should have no problems, and to not listen to the pro-life antics and “medical facts”.

His kindness gives me courage to be more honest about my experience. However, it makes me sad that the only person I can be 100% honest with is a stranger. People do not realize how their unkind (and often untrue) antics about abortion effect a person, and how it prevents them from being able to give an honest voice about the topic.

a thousand and one stars

a belated birthday gift for georgia aka @siimmons, who asked for the above.

‘Look on the bright side.’

‘And what is that, exactly?’

‘There’s really no excuse for us missing chem lab tomorrow morning.’

Next to her, Jemma hears Fitz groan, and a rustle of movement that sounds like him dropping his head onto his knees in despair.

‘Only you, Simmons, could ever consider that the “bright side”.’

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I’ve been thinking about the stuff that Lyall Lupin probably taught his son, about Boggarts and Poltergeists, probably Dementors too, because they seem like they’d also fall under “non-human spirituous apparitions”. ‘Cause he was sure Remus would never go to school like a normal kid, but he’d be damned if his baby boy never got an education.

And I’m just thinking about little baby-faced eleven year old Remus making friends for the first time, and they know all sorts of cool stuff. Sirius is always going on about high society and pureblood rubbish, he talks about how much he hates it, but always with a hint of pride in his voice because he knows stuff. James acts like he’s the expert on everything Quidditch-related, but never really notices that he’s a potions prodigy too. Remus notices. Peter’s mostly quiet, but at least he seems to know what everyone’s talking about when they go on about all these things Remus has never heard of, or has no contextual understanding of. But Peter’s cleverer than he knows, with street-smarts that astound small, sheltered Remus Lupin.

So, he sinks into the background, falls into the homework they’ve given with more passion than any of them (which isn’t saying a whole lot, the other three seem to put schoolwork on a backburner a lot), and he soaks up everything, he needs to know this stuff. They’re always nice to him, but he always feels somewhat out of step when they try to relate. He doesn’t feel…necessary.

Which is why he surprises even himself when one day an idea clicks in the previously unexplored, devious part of his mind. He speaks up after James is finished ranting about how Peeves had gotten the better of him (“Evans was there laughing her smug arse off, it was bloody humiliating!”).

And this, this is the first time they ever see Remus Lupin’s proper gap-toothed grin, complete with what looks suspiciously like a glimmer of self-confidence in his eye. He rolls up the too-long sleeves of his hand-me-down robes and says, to their amazement, “I got this.”

Oh and he does. It’s all they talk about for days afterwards, how quiet little Lupin bested the notoriously anti-first year poltergeist, how there was a spark of joy on his face that they’d never seen before, and how bloody brilliant his spellwork was. (“Why didn’t you tell us you’re a damn genius?”).

Obviously he waves it off, pleased but embarrassed (“It’s just something my dad taught me, no big deal”), he doesn’t tell them about the excited letter he sent his parents the very next day, detailing everything down to the warm glow of pride he felt, for once in his life. His parents are trying not to be over the moon about the mayhem bit, but it's just so nice to hear that he’s happy.

Of course, they all got detention, (“Excessive use of magic in the corridors! Shameful behaviour!” McGonagall scolds, the corner of her mouth gives a traitorous twitch as she struggles to look stern) but it was so worth it.

It only took Peeves a few days to dislodge the chewing gum, but he never really let go of the grudge, much to his dismay years later of course. Lupin never forgets a handy spell.

Marks (Soulmate!5SOS) (PART 1)


In this world, you get certain marks on your wrist when you find your passion. This passion of yours matches with ONE person. Anyone can have the same passion, you are only destined to be with ONE person. There are only two of each mark. There’s no polygamy here. (LOL IM SORRY THAT CAME OUT SO BAD)

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I used to be a misandrist.

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I was raised by my mom who divorced my dad when I was very young. She then taught me to fear men and always be suspicious of them. My default assumption about men was then of fear and hate until said man proved otherwise if I got to know him better or something. Any boys or men that were around me whom I did not know were all potential predators.

In elementary school I was really into the whole “girls rule boys drool” thing, this was the 90s, the time of “girl power”. I remember for awhile I even said stuff when I was 11 or so like “humans and men” said with every deliberate intention to dehumanize men. This was also the time of that “boys stink throw rocks at them” merchandise, and I liked it. Ironically I also was a bit of a tomboy at the time and disliked any “girly” things. I also have an older brother whom I directed some misandry at and even then my mom did reprimand me for that.

Yet I still feared men. I was also bullied a lot in elementary and middle school, ironically I probably had more female than male bullies.

As I grew older I had a few feminist teachers who talked about how sexist the old Cinderella legend was and all that. I believed that any sexism towards men was completely justified and the male gender had a debt to owe the female gender.

There were times when I did get pissed at female friends I had toward the end of high school and started a bit of questioning about feminist assumptions. Yet I still feared men and still felt like most were predators. In community college I was approached a few times by men and really really freaked out. Once I was was waiting outside a cafe across community college campus for a ride. I was there for about an hour before my ride came and the whole time I was terrified because there were strange snd suspicious looking men there.

Then my older brother came out to me as genderfluid MtF. I was actually pissed at first because he kept idealizing feminity and talked about how great being a woman would be. I told him dresses do not define women, there is no wrong way to be a woman, and that being a woman is like being a deer among wolves. However I was ultimately supportive of him. I also first heard of genderqueer and thought it was the coolest thing to be for teh edgy and as a fuck you to patriarchy society. Later I figured out that someone who has gender dysphoria naturally would be inclined to be heavily feminine, masculine, whatever to ease the dysphoria and it was no statement about what it means to be male or female.

When I joined Tumblr I loved the refreshingly progressive atmosphere and that people knew not to be a dick to sad people like I had previously seen in other websites. However the great emphasis on feminism, LGBT, and race issues and almost nothing on environmentalism and such disturbed me greatly. I also began getting the same stuff over and over again. I started to gradually snap from the Tumblr echo chamber after a blog I followed for liberals had a mid that was trying hard to find an inoffensive metaphor for an MLK misquote since disease metaphors were ableist and/or slut-shaming. Then there was this blog called “People Tips” which was maximum inclusivity “tips” and one of them was “Not all people are humans, and some people are martians” and that hit a nerve even to some trans people. Then there were some friends I had that got pissed at me being more lenient with “sexist stereotypes” with a way I role-played a fucking fictional character. I gradually went from there questioning Tumblr social justice culture.

Yet I still held onto beliefs of the patriarchy and women being deer and men being wolves.

My brother became a little more open about why it can also suck to be a guy, and introduced me to Nora Vincent’s “Self-Made Man”. He also told me about how much of a social violation it is for a man to go outside of gender ideals than a woman, something which also greatly impacted his expression as a woman.(If you are wondering about pronouns he prefers female pronouns when in his female persona).

Some time ago I decided to take a look at the local D&D club at my university campus(already transferred from community college to university by this time, it’s a complicated “back door” to full college, don’t fuss on the details because I know the UK system is very different). When I first saw the group I was scared as fuck. It was full of men, and the type of men Tumblr conditioned me to fear, men who matched the “neckbeard” stereotype of being fat, unshaved, glasses and sometimes fedora. Most were white too, but there was only one other woman there. I just sat there and watched and had this dreadful fear that they would sexually harass or belittle me for being female. They did not do any of those things if course. I came back a couple of weeks later and joined a game, I was astonished by how…not “neckbeard” they were. They did not pinch my butt or call me a fake nerd girl. They turned out to be really nice. Later I saw other women there in the following months and they were also really nice to them and such(people came and went a lot in this group).

Now that I am more into the critical feminist/anti-feminist/anti-sjw/egalitarian whatever stuff I see that a lot of the fear of men itself seems more perpetuated by feminists! And that men’s issues are real, and that there was merit to questioning the tucute/otherkin/demisexual stuff.


Well thank you for explaining your story, this is pretty much how I feel about a lot of stuff, the way that tumblr teaches women to be afraid of men, as if they’re inherently dangerous or violent. It’s ridiculous and sexist, I’m glad you were able to step out of that mentality, that takes serious courage. Good on you. :)

Jack Barakat Imagine: I'm a walking travesty..

~before anyone says anything, this is my first imagine! Like, ever! So, take it easy on me. I think I’ve read enough and I wanna write my own :) this has a lot of fluff!~

“Please (Y/N)?! I swear, I’ll do anything!” Said Jack as he tugged on your arm. He had been begging for you to sing ‘therapy’ for them since Alex wasn’t feeling well. You hesitated because you made a promise. A promise to yourself. And Jack knew that. See, you and Jack were best friends. You promised yourself that after your dad died, you weren’t going to sing another note. After all, he taught you all there is to know about music and you felt it wasn’t right.

“No Jack! You know I can’t!” You fired back as you pulled your arm from Jack. You got on the tour bus. You actually did the lighting and sound for All Time Low, and since you and Jack were friends, you stayed on the bus.

“What do you see in your future??!!??!” Jack asked furiously.

“What?! That makes no sense!” You fired back. “You know why I can’t!”

“(Y/N) I know! But do you seriously think your dad would want you to stop singing just because he-” you stopped him and fought back tears, remembering your dad.

“Jack, don’t you dare go there! We’ve talked about this before! I already said no! Stop it!” You finally said and ran off into the bus. Jack stood there and went back to tell the guys that you couldn’t do it.

~show time~

Jack: alright guys, I’m sorry, we’re gonna have to skip therapy because well.. Alex isn’t feeling well and none of us can hit those high notes. Sorry..

*crowd boos*

You see all time low get booed from the lighting and sound on the side of the stage. You felt horrible but knew that you had to keep your promise. As you looked back up, you saw a shoe get thrown at Jack.. In the.. Jewels… Ahem. You felt really bad and ran up there. You grabbed the mic, “hey!! Calm down!! If you guys keep throwing shit, all time low is going to cancel this show!”

The crowd started to cheer and you looked confused. Over all of the sound, you heard ‘therapy’ starting to play. You took a look at Jack as he smiled at you. So did rian and zack. You saw alex in the crowd. He didn’t say a word but his eyes said “please!! Just sing!!” You took a look up at the sky and said in your head “Dad, this one is for you. You taught me this. I love you”

Then, came your turn to sing. You stared.

‘My ship went down in a sea of sound, when I woke up alone I had everything..” You finished the song and hit all of the high notes. The crowed cheered louder than they had at any show they played!! St You couldn’t help but let out some tears and smile! When the show was over, you went up to jack.

“Hey, (Y/N), you were amazing out there!” He said and he lead you towards the room at the back of the tour bus.

“Thanks,” you said with a smirk. “It’s honestly one of my favorite songs by you guys”

“(Y/N), I’m in love with you” he blurted out. You wondered where that came from. You were relieved but surprised.

“Ja-” he cut you off.

“No, let me talk. Ever since we first became friends, I just.. I knew I had to have you. I needed you. I need you. Everytime you went out with a boy I wished it was me. When you went to therapy after your dad passed away, I wrote therapy. For you. I also wrote oh calamity! For you. I love you. I always did. I know I always will.” He finished. Or at least you thought.

“Jack, I-” he cut you off again with a kiss. Best. Kiss. Ever.

“Sorry, I keep cutting you off..” He said with a slight laugh.

You couldn’t help but smile, and you said, “Jack, I love you too. I always did.” He looked shocked.

“What?” He said shockingly “I mean I’m so fucking happy but what?! I didn’t .. What??” You laughed

“Jack bassam barakat, you’ve been there for me through the ups and downs. You were there for me all the time! When my dad died, when I was at therapy, everything. I always felt as if I could tell you anything!” He smiled. “And I loved how you could tell me anything. Because you can.” You leaned in and kissed him.

“God,I love you so much.” He replied

“Oh, Jack?”


“You know when you asked me what I saw in my future?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He questioned

“I see you.” You replied,

“So do I” he said as he kissed you,

~how’d i do? Haha..~