not tos but had to be done

So very late last night, I stayed up over thinking and I thought about why Even and Mikael weren’t friends anymore and my theory that Even actually stopped the friendship really began to grow on me.

Think about it.

 Even is not a confrontational person. He avoids conflict or any situation that could lead to him explaining anything about his mental illness at any cost.

 He has done it before. The moment he heard Isak’s comment in the locker room he decided to leave Isak. Instead of staying and explaining the situation and when he got back with him, he avoided telling him the truth about it and instead just tip-toed around it. Refusing Sonja’s calls and saying “She thinks she knows me better than myself and sometimes I think she’s right” but never explaining why. Sleeping with Isak instead of having the very important conversation he had set out to have with him.

Even before that, he only told Isak he had a girlfriend when she was standing right in front of them! And in the rave-party, he told a very elaborate lie/joke instead of giving a real explanation to Isak who was pissed at him for never telling him about his girlfriend.

When they were at the pre-game for halloween, he decided to escape while the girls were pre-occupied than to stay and actually put up with them.

His habits of drinking and smoking weed are also things that allude to him wanting to escape reality and just get high.

He even tried it again after O helga natt; trying to run away from Isak but he’s shut down by Isak’s definite Nei! 

So I think it won’t be very out of character to imagine younger Even staying at home after his manic episode at Bakka, refusing to go back to school and ignoring all contact attempts from his friends, deleting his social media and starting with a clean slate somewhere else. 

I’m not trying to make Sonja the villain but it’s possible that she encouraged this too, preferring to be the only shoulder Even has to cry on. Telling his friends off and feeding into Even’s fear that his friends would only hurt him and that they won’t understand him or respect him anymore. 

It could be that seeing his old friends would turn out to be more traumatic for Even than it is for them. They might be shocked and surprised and perhaps happy to finally see him again. 

They might smile and go in for a hug, to tease him and nag about how he left them without saying goodbye.

Meanwhile Even is all *panic mode activated* , trying to find the closest route to escape from!

I do in fact think that would be very in character.

Choices. It was always choices…
There’d been that man down in Spackle, the one that’d killed those little kids. The people’d sent for her and she’d looked at him and seen the guilt writhing in his head like a red worm, and then she’d taken them to his farm and showed them were to dig, and he’d thrown himself down and asked her for mercy, because he said he’d been drunk and it’d all been done in alcohol.
Her words came back to her. She’d said, in sobriety: end it in hemp.
And they’d dragged him off and hanged him in a hempen rope and she’d gone to watch because she owed him that much, and he’d cursed, which was unfair because hanging is a clean death, or at least cleaner than the one he’d have got if the villagers had dared defy her, and she’d seen the shadow of Death come for him, and then behind Death came the smaller, brighter figures, and then
In the darkness, the rocking chair creaked as it thundered back and forth.
The villagers had said justice had been done, and she’d lost patience and told them to go home, then, and pray to whatever gods they believed in that it was never done to them. The smug mask of virtue triumphant could be almost as horrible as the face of wickedness revealed.
She shuddered at the memory. Almost as horrible, but not quite.
The odd thing was, quite a lot of villagers had turned up to his funeral, and there had been mutterings from one or two people on the lines of, yes, well, but overall he wasn’t such a bad chap… and anyway, maybe she made him say it. And she’d got the dark looks.
Supposing there was justice for all, after all? For every unheeded beggar, every harsh word, every neglected duty, every slight… every choice… Because that was the point, wasn’t it? You had to choose. You might be right, you might be wrong, but you had to choose, knowing that the rightness or wrongness might never be clear or even that you were deciding between two sorts of wrong, that there was no right anywhere. And always, always, you did it by yourself. You were the one there, on the edge, watching and listening. Never any tears, never any apology, never any regrets.. You saved all that up in a way that could be used when needed.
She never discussed this with nanny Ogg or any of the other witches. That would be breaking the secret. Sometimes, late at night, when the conversation tip-toed around to that area, Nanny might just drop in some line like “old Scrivens went peacefully enough at the finish” and may or may not mean something by it. Nanny, as far as she could see, didn’t agonize very much. To her, some things obviously had to be done, and that was that. Any of the thoughts that hung around she kept locked up tight, even from herself. Granny envied her.
Who’d come to her funeral when she died?

– on choices, and Esme Weatherwax | Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum

Who You Belong To

Description:  Jungkook has noticed you flirting with Taehyung for quite awhile and has finally decided you need to be reminded of who you belong to.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8647

Warning: Dom!Jungkook, daddy kink, spanking, minor breath play, thigh riding, hair pulling, punishment, possessiveness

A/N: This is a happy birthday present to @avveh who has been my sounding board for literally every one of these fics.  She helps come up with general plots (what little plots I have in these smuts), what kinks to throw in, even some of the dirty talk, so of course I owed her a birthday present full of her favorite things.

The entire idea for this smut started between the two of us when the Bangtan Bomb for Sope-me was released.  We are possessive smut trashy fangirls and created an entire scenario based on the moment Jungkook got water and looked at something with, what interpreted as, a jealous look.  This is the kind of friendship we have.  We feed each other’s delusions.

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Ravish Me Red (Eggsy Unwin X Reader)

Fandom: Kingsman: The Secret Service
Pairing: Eggsy Unwin X Reader
Word Count: 3,798
Author's Note: Reader has been with the Kingsman for longer than Eggsy and Roxy, but she’s only like a year or two older than them. Takes place after the events of the movie!! Forgive me nothing makes sense asdfghjkl  >.<  We’re gonna pretend that some Kingsman live at headquarters, or they at least do for a while.
WARNING: Sexual themes!!


“Galahad, would you step up to the front, please?” You asked, patiently waiting for Eggsy as he climbed out of his seat and to the front of the room. You were in charge of handling the weapons for the Kingsman and you had just gotten a new shipment of weapons in, so it was your job to show them how to use them. You smiled reassuringly at him and grabbed him by the shoulders, positioning him so that everyone in the room could see him.


“This,” You said, holding up a tube of lipstick for the other Kingsman to see it. “Might just become your new best friend.” You popped open the lid, revealing a pointed cylinder of clear lipstick. You carefully applied some to your lips, before looking at the men and women in the room. “As you can see, it barely even has a shine, so anyone can use it without it being suspicious. Be careful to not lick your lips though, as long as you don’t ingest it, you’re fine.”


“And what does it do, exactly?” Lancelot asked curiously, and you smiled at the blonde haired girl.


“I am very glad that you asked!” You said excitedly and turned your attention back to Eggsy. You wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him into a kiss before he could react, well aware of the stunned silence of the other Kingsman. Eggsy’s tongue flicked across your lips, and you rolled your eyes as his mouth suddenly went limp and he fell into your arms. 

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Bob Morley Imagine: Get To Know Me (Part 1)

Requested 

Part 2

Summary: Reader, famous singer, hooks up with Bob on Lindsey’s birthday party. Then she gets a role on The 100 and is nervous about seeing him again but everything goes better than she expected.

Word Count: 1808


Originally posted by paul-steroline-lover

I took a deep breath as I had parked my car into a parking spot for actors. Today one of my biggest dreams was going to become a reality.

Even though I would always be mainly a singer I had always wanted to try acting. So once I had gotten an opportunity to be casted in my favorite tv show, The 100, I had immediately agreed without hesitation. I had been more than eager to become a part of such amazing show and the fact that I would be able to work with my good friend Lindsey was just a bonus.

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Hickies (Wonpil Comedy/Smut)

Request: Can you do a wonpil scenario where you give him hickies in a very obvious place?? Please & thank uu

Summary: Teasing Wonpil, hickies and Day6 don’t go very well together.

Tags: Comedy, slightly smutty (teasing and hickies), mentions of sex

Word count: 830

Note: Enjoy this short blurb of comedy/smut hahaha.

Originally posted by demfluffycheeks

You had no regrets. You had been teasing the hell out of Wonpil for the whole day, walking around in just his oversized shirt and panties, brushing against him ‘accidentally’, and bending down to pick things you ‘accidentally’ dropped.

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Hands To Yourself. -Part 2. Joe Sugg Imagine.

This has been highly requested!

I must warn you beautiful loves, that this imagine, does contain smut. If you’re not the smutty type of reader, then I would highly advise for you not to read this part! I’m sorry if you are uncomfortable with smut, I promise I’ll be updating very soon again and it won’t contain smut.

If you are very much comfortable with smut, I hope you enjoy xxx
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“See you ladies!” Y/N giggled, waving her fingers gingerly at her friends while sliding out of the taxi. Y/N walked up to the front door of her shared home with Joe, her boyfriend of two years. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to blow kisses to her giggling friends who were now being driven home by a middle aged family man.

Unlocking the door, Y/N quietly stepped into the house, pressing herself back against the cool glass door. Vodka and sex on the beach cocktails were running through Y/N’s bloodstream. Y/N wasn’t drunk, but she was rather tipsy after having a spontaneous night our with the girls. Glancing side to side, she was quick on her feet to check if it was possible that Joe escaped from the tight ribbon that was holding him captive. Fortunately for Y/N, the place was immaculate. Nothing was touched or moved out of place in the slightest.

Sneakily, Y/N crept up the stairs, taking her time as she did so, hoping that Joe would not hear. As Y/N made it to the top of the stair way, she tip-toed towards the bedroom door, peeking her head in behind the door. A smirk slowly drew across her face, taking in the appearance of her boyfriend Joe, noticing the way his head was tilted back with his eyes closed.

Y/N’s mischievous smirk continued to grow. Joe had done exactly what she wanted.

He dozed off.

Quietly, Y/N swayed into the bedroom, zipping down her tight red cocktail dress and allowing it to fall to the ground. Standing proudly in her black stiletto high heels and matching lingerie, she sauntered over to Joe’s sitting body, straddling his lap, hoping not to wake him so she could continue on with her sweet revenge.

“Hey baby.” Y/N whispered against the shell of Joe’s ear, her hands smoothly sliding down to the buckle on his belt, unbuckling it easily and slipping the belt out from the loops on his jeans. “Guess who’s home..” Y/N breathed hotly against Joe’s ear, allowing her hands to cup his cheeks and her finger tips to smoothly trace his jaw line.

“My poor baby boy, you’ve been under so much stress, haven’t you baby?” Y/N whispered, pressing her lips down lightly underneath his ear, kissing downwards towards his sensitive spot. She listened to a gentle grumble leave Joe’s lips as she reached the most sensitive area of his skin. Pressing her hips down against his, she began to grind their hips together dangerously smooth.

“Hmm..Ohh..Oh fuck..” Joe moaned, his eyes opening slowly only to grow wide at the sight of his sweet lover, grinding their hips together.

“Y/N..Oh my god, Y/N..” Joe growled deeply, his tongue almost falling out from his mouth at the sight of her, his eyes darkening with lust as he allowed his eyes to gaze at the sexy black lingerie covering Y/N’s body.

“Untie me, Y/N. Untie me, right now.” Joe breathed, shaking the chair as he fidgeted with the tie around his hand. Looking up into his lovers eyes, he could feel his energy pick up instantly, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Joe was now fully awake and had Y/N’s undivided attention. However, Joe was furious. Joe couldn’t believe that Y/N left him here by himself, all worked up and abandoned with a tight and sticky situation in his lower region so she could go out with the girls.

“Did you miss me?” Y/N drawled out sweetly, pressing herself down against his groin causing a long groan to leave his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N, you know I missed you..” Joe groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Y/N pressed down against his groin a little harder, a sense of relief and pleasure coursing through Joe’s veins. “I missed you so damn much.” He breathed, gazing up with dazed eyes.

“Oh really?” Y/N gasped in fake surprise. “You see, I don’t think you did. I mean, I just found you here asleep..” Y/N tsked, giving Joe a pointed and devious look, beginning to slow down her actions. “I don’t think you missed me at all..” She continued to whisper, her fingers now pulling at the collar of Joe’s shirt.

“Fuck, no, don’t you dare slow down Y/N L/N. You left me..” Joe breathed, pushing his hips up against Y/N’s drawing in a shaky breath. “For four hours, Y/N..You left me tied up in this god damn tight scarf. I just guessed, you weren’t going to come home to make this sweet revenge of yours, even sweeter.” He hummed, looking up to Y/N’s eyes challengingly. “Because usually, when people get revenge. They like to make sure that the person suffers..and you made me suffer..working me up like that..and then leaving me here..I just thought you were going to ice the cake and leave me here until morning..” Joe breathed deeply, his eyes looking up into Y/N’s confidently.

After all, Joe was known for being the prankster of his friends. In fact, he was given a trophy, crowning him as the King of pranks. Joe was very gifted and skilled when it came to pranking, but when it came to revenge, Joe was officially the craftiest and he knew all of the steps that a person plotting revenge should take.

Joe smirked triumphantly, feeling Y/N begin to pick up the pace of their hips grinding together. “My poor baby thought I wasn’t coming back..” Y/N pouted, releasing the collar of Joe’s shirt and allowing her hands to slowly slide down his chest.

“For four hours, I left you all alone..” She continued, the tone in her voice mocking surprise, allowing her roaming hands to slide out from underneath Joe’s shirt and slowly unbutton Joe’s jeans, teasingly zipping down the zip. “Maybe I should make it up to you, should I?” Y/N asked, smiling mischievously down at her lover as she pressed her hand into his jeans, pushing her hand down against the growing situation in Joe’s Calvin Klein boxers.

“Oh fuck..Y/N..” Joe breathed in sharply, feeling Y/N knead her hand against Joe’s growing erection. “Oh baby, I’m so very sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight.” Y/N pouted, holding back a smirk on her face as she continued to rub Joe through the material of his briefs, listening to a satisfied moan pass through his lips.

Y/N’s free hand slowly pulled down the material of Joe’s boxers, revealing his large shaft. The cool air hit against Joe’s shaft causing his breath to hitch. Y/N wrapped her hand around his length, running her hand up and down smoothly, pressing feather light kisses against the base of his throat.

“Y/N..” Joe breathed, his hips pushing up to gain more friction from her slowly moving hand.

“Yes?” Y/N asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes innocently down at Joe’s flushed face.

“I need you..I need you so damn bad..Don’t be such a tease..The lingerie..leaving me here for hours..and now..oh fuck..” Joe moaned, his profanities being drawn out as Y/N slowly sunk down to her knees, her lips wrapping around his large length, catching Joe by surprise.

“Is this what you want, hm? Attention?” Y/N purred with a smooth tone in her voice, wrapping her lips back around Joe’s shaft, beginning to leisurely move her head up and down his long length.

“Y/N..” Joe moaned loudly, Y/N’s name being drawn deeply.

Joe could feel his heart rate increasing. He could feel the pounding of his heart against his chest as Y/N’s lips wrapped right around his shaft, taking him all in and skilfully bobbing her head up and down in a quick rhythm. Opening his own eyes, he tried to catch a breath, pushing his hips up towards Y/N’s mouth so she could take more of him. As he looked down to his confident Y/N, he noticed that her hands were behind her back, causing him to grow more aroused at the sight. Y/N’s hair was thrown behind her back in messy Hollywood curls. Her eyes were wide and full of of innocence and mischief as she gazed up to Joe, moving her lips in all of the right ways around his shaft. The sensation of Y/N humming against Joe’s length was more than enough to send Joe over the edge. Words weren’t good enough to describe how skilled and talented Y/N was at giving him one hell of a blowjob.

“Oh fuck..Y/N..” Joe moaned, feeling himself come to a thrilling high, only to immediately be brought back down from the high as he watched Y/N remove her lips from his length, not allowing him to reach his high. Her fingers were now running up against his legs, smoothly fanning  out along his thighs as she pushed herself to her feet, grinning innocently. Before Joe could yell out in frustration, Y/N pressed her index finger against Joe’s lips, halting him from speaking.

Quietly, Y/N tugged down Joe’s jeans, pulling them down to his ankles, allowing him to easily kick them off and shove them to the side. Y/N confidently swayed her hips, strutting behind Joe and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“How bad do you need me, hm?” She breathed, pulling at the knot she tightened on the scarf bounding Joe’s wrists, setting him free. Y/N watched as within the blink of an eye, Joe kicked back the chair, grabbing hold of her waist and pressing her body back up against the wardrobe.

“I’m going to show you. I’m going to show you how bad I need you.” Joe growled deeply, capturing Y/N’s lips with his. Joe’s mind was going crazy. His hands were now running up and down Y/N’s body, running up and down her thighs before moving themselves to her bum. Joe smirked against Y/N’s lips as he earned a squeal from her once he pinched her bum, kneading it with his large hands.

Joe’s tongue was now exploring Y/N’s mouth desperately, his hands touching every piece of her skin, almost afraid that he would be bound to the chair once more, unable to touch his beauty.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Joe’s neck, her fingers tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck as the kiss deepened between herself and Joe. Their make out session was now becoming heated and tense as Y/N played with Joe’s shirt, lifting it up over his head and throwing it to the ground. Joe hoisted Y/N’s body up, her legs wrapping around his torso, their lips moulding together and moving in a deep and desperate sync.

Walking them both to their shared king sized bed, Joe bowed Y/N’s body down to the mattress, his hands now running behind her back, easily unclasping the latch on her bra without breaking the kiss.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, although this looked so very hot, it needs to go..” Joe breathed heavily, tossing Y/N’s revealing black bra to the side, before his fingers pressed into the waistband of her thong.

“This too..” Joe whispered hotly, his fingers skimming down against Y/N’s thighs, tugging down her black thong before throwing it to the side to the pile of discarded clothes.

Joe’s fingers ran up along Y/N’s inner thighs, immediately causing goosebumps to rise onto her skin. Joe subtly glided his fingers up towards Y/N’s hips, burying his face into the crook of her neck, sucking down on the sensitive skin that drove her crazy, making sure to leave his mark so everyone knows that Y/N belongs to him.

Y/N adored having love bites mark her neck. She loved being able to see Joe’s mark on her neck, knowing she was his and only his.

Joe’s lips moved down from Y/N’s neck, slowly to her collarbones, before he teasingly slowed down his kisses through the valley of her breasts, a spot that made Y/N grow weak at the knees. Y/N inhaled a sharp breath as Joe’s kisses reached down to her stomach, slowly pressing kisses against her abdomen, before he was greeted with the prize Y/N had for tonight.

Joe smirked at his thoughts, before reaching his finger towards Y/N’s folds and slowly caressing them. A shiver of thrill raced down Joe’s spine, his eyes burning as he gazed at Y/N’s entry, listening to the catching of her breath echo through his ears.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart.” He whispered, his cool breath blowing against her folds causing Y/N to shiver and tingle with pure excitement. “And who are you wet for?” Joe demanded, his eyes now staring into Y/N’s deeply with authority, his tongue swiping across his lips.

“For you, babe..All for you..” Y/N breathed, a quiet gasp leaving her lips as Joe smoothly slipped one of his fingers inside of her.

“Good girl..” Joe hummed in satisfactory, teasing Y/N’s entry as he smirked devilishly down at her.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never want to tease me like that ever. again.” Joe murmured against Y/N’s skin, his hands now grabbing her hips tightly, sure to leave a bruise.

Joe pressed himself into Y/N, a throaty moan leaving through Joe’s lips as Y/N pressed her nails sharply into his shoulder blades. Joe moved his lovers hips against his, their bodies moulding together as one. Joe pressed his lips against Y/N’s hungrily, moving them together in a deep sync as their hips snapped quickly together.

“Oh fuck,” Y/N gasped, her nails down dragging down Joe’s back causing a confident smirk to grow on his face. “Oh my god, Joe..” Y/N moaned, her back arching as Joe pressed against her spot deeply, pleasure and adrenaline running through both of their veins.

“Fuck Y/N..” Joe hissed, their intertwining bodies growing hot.

“I-I think..Joe, oh fuck..” Y/N gasped feeling herself reaching her high as Joe moved himself against her quickly, his lips now sucking down along her collarbones.

“Me too sweetheart..” Joe moaned, his breathing increasing as he continued to push himself deeper and quicker into Y/N.

Y/N’s back arched as her nails pressed painfully sharp into Joe’s shoulders, his name leaving as a loud shrill through her lips while profanities ran through Joe’s, the two of them reaching their high, Joe’s name echoing around the neighbourhood for sure.

Joe buried his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck, their chests pressing against one another’s as they bought desperately caught their breath. Their blood was now coursing through their veins with adrenaline. Their bodies were now trying to cool and calm down from the exciting high.

“My revenge is definitely the best..” Y/N breathed, looking into Joe’s eyes, a small smirk drawn onto her lips as she spoke.

“I’ve only started getting mine..” Joe whispered smugly, his hand slapping against Y/N’s bum cheekily.

Little did Y/N know, that tonight was only round one of Joe’s revenge.

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Hello lovelies!

This is the very highly requested part two for Hands To Myself!

I just want to say that that this is the first time I have ever wrote smut, so it isn’t the best or remotely good compared to the amazing smutty writers on tumblr, wattpad etc. So I’m very sorry that it wasn’t the best but I really hope that you enjoyed it!

If you did enjoy it, please don’t be afraid to comment down below and tell me if you did! I really love reading your feedback, it really means so much to me and I appreciate every single comment!

I hope to update with a new imagine very soon!

I hope all of you are having a really lovely week.
If you’re in school, I know how much of a pain it can be to get up out of bed in the early hours of the morning, but I believe in you! And I really hope you have a really amazing week!

I love every single one of you lovelies!

All of my love xxx

Mini Spencer

Title: Mini Spencer Reid
Pairing: Spencer X reader
Fandom: Criminal minds

You hear Spencer clatter through the front door, his converse being toed off and thrown next to the door.

“Y/F/N!” He sounds excited and you could hear him bounding through the apartment looking for you.

You and Spencer had been dating for about 6 months, it had started as a casual thing but a few months in you realised how much you liked each other. How much you clicked. You had never felt like this with anyone and even though at first Spencer was a little bit quirky, he got you. He got you like no one had ever done before. You got him though, through all the brains and talk, you understood pretty quickly what made him tick. He often told you that no one had ever understood him like you did.

“In here Spencer.” You call from the kitchen as you pull the pasta out of the oven. You lay it on a heatproof mat and turn as he runs into the room.

“You are never going to guess what happened at work?” Spencer grins.

“What happened?”

“JJ was telling us before the case how Henry didn’t want to dress up for Halloween as says he knows monsters are real. But then, after the case we were back at the BAU and JJ brought Henry in and had changed his mind. But he wanted to dress as his favourite agent and JJ and Will let him.”

You grin at Spencer’s excitement. “And who is that?”

“Me!” His grin was huge and you could feel the happiness just flowing off him.

“That’s so cute!”

You hold your arms out and he surges forward wrapping his long arms around you.

“I’m his favourite,” Spencer sighs happily into your hair. “I’ve never been anyones favourite.”

“That’s not true, you were your mums favourite.” You say. He mumbles his agreement.

“Plus,” you pause before continuing making sure your saying it at the right time. “Your my favourite.”

Spencer pulls away looking at you with those adorable puppy eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

He bites his lip and smiles. “Your my favourite.”

You grin and lean in kissing him softly. Spencer kisses you back gently before pulling away.

“Something happened though seeing Henry like that.” Spencer admits looking nervously at his feet.

You feel your forehead crease in wonder.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“I felt,” Spencer puts his hand on his chest. “This feeling in my chest.”

“What kind of feeling?” You ask.

“To do that with my own child.”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked. Spencer had always made it very clear he never wants children as he never wants to pass on what he called bad genes.

“Oh,” you say. You blink a few times while trying to get your brain to process what it had just heard. “Well, that’s not a bad thing is it?”

“No, but I’ve always been very definite on the decision I made on not having children.”

“Things can change Spencer,” you tell him. “You don’t have to make a decision today, but just let today help with new thoughts on the matter.”

He nods but still looks very confused. You could hear his mind whirling around from here.

“I think a mini Spencer would be very cute.” You tell him with a smile which makes him smile. “But not as cute as full grown Spencer.”

Spencer laughs, leaning in and kissing you softly. “Well I am pretty cute.” He says against your lips.

You nod in agreement, before pushing him away gently. “I’ve made food, do you want it now?”

“Yeah I’m hungry, I’ll just go and wash my hands.”

“Okay.”

As Spencer washes his hands in the bathroom, you do yours in the kitchen sink. You can’t help but let your mind think about Spencer changing his mind and agreeing to wanting children. You would love children with Spencer, maybe you will have to ask JJ to bring Henry round to try and persuade him a bit more. As you serve up for your food, you can’t help but smile hugely.

There: Ch. 2 (Bucky x reader)

Good evening, lovelies! I hope your Tuesday went alright. You are two fifths of the way to the weekend, and I believe you will make it through. I love you all, and I hope that you all enjoy this new chapter of “There”. xoxo

Description: You lost your world. You lost the love of your life. All by yourself, with nobody to support you. Your daughter would have to grow up never knowing her father. But what happens when Bucky comes along? Will you let him in, or will you push him away like everyone else?

Warnings: None

Chapter 1

Masterlist


You woke up, no longer on the floor, but encased in your warm sheets. The night had come and gone, leaving no night terrors or frightening images in your head. You had slept peacefully, and credited that to Bucky. 

The force that had tugged you awake was a little hand, pulling on your shirt sleeve. 

“Mommy, wake up.” Victoria whispered in your ear, her little voice warming your heart. A small smile formed on your face. It was the first genuine smile you had in a long time. You realized hearing her voice didn’t stab you in the heart, or that her presence made you fall to your knees in despair. Somehow, overnight, she no longer was a painful reminder of what you had lost. 

“Mmm, I’m awake, baby. I’m up.” You picked her up off the floor and sat her down on the bed next to you. She giggled, happy that you were beginning to act like your old self again. 

“I wasn’t able to stop her. Sorry she woke you up, I was just about to take her downstairs to make some breakfast.” You connected the voice to a sleepy Bucky who was leaning against the door frame, his arms across his chest. 

“Mommy, Uncle Bucky’s here!” Vic threw herself onto you in a hug. 

“Yes, I know.” You chuckled, giving a small smile to your best friend. “How about you go downstairs with him, and I’ll be right there, okay, sweetie?” 

She nodded and hopped off the bed, pulling Bucky’s hand away from his chest and dragged him downstairs. “Come on, Uncle Bucky, you’re going to make breakfast.”

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anonymous asked:

Can u do one where Josh is using you for sex? And you don't realize it until he has to spell it out for you and you are completely heartbroken. Happy ending tho please, however you decide to do it. (Like maybe Josh is actually crushing on you, but doesn't realize it till you leave?)

this was soo much longer than i intended wowowow, enjoy!! xx.

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

Your phone vibrates halfway through your shift, leaving it a good four hours to just steadily burn a hole in your pocket.  You secretly wonder if the text is from him.  You spend the afternoon pouring coffee and bussing tables, trying to put the boy from last night out of your mind.  It doesn’t work, and the longer you ignore the text, the more you find yourself hoping it’s him.  

Needless to say, the next four hours drag on.  Normally, you’d have time to sneak away for a minute just to peak at your phone, but Saturday’s at the cafe were always busy, so despite your curiosity, you were forced to wait.  

“Any fun plans for the rest of the weekend?” your boss asks once the closed sign has been flipped and you were scrubbing the final dish in the sink.

“Not a whole lot,” you say honestly.  You wipe your damp hands on your apron before shrugging it off from around your neck, hanging it up for the weekend.  Once your hands were dry, you could finally pull your phone out of your pocket, clicking the home button and smiling widely at the name flashing across your screen, the one you’d saved in your contacts just last night.  You swallow the lump in your throat and try to cover up your sudden excitement, “I’ve got some school work I should be catching up on.”

“Well try to have a little fun, won’t you?” she says, rubbing your shoulder gently, “Be safe, see you Monday,” she calls on her way out.  

You wave, offering her a soft smile before she’s out the door.  

You were finally free to open the text message.  

You slide to the right, shaking your head realizing that if it is him, you’d have to save his contact as “guy from the bar” or something. You’re only slightly ashamed that you never did learn his name.  

hoping you had as much fun as i did last night’ one of the messages read, and then another a couple of hours later, ‘sitting here… hoping you wrote down the right number

You bite back a smile before typing a response, ‘so sorry! ive been at work all day.  i had fun last night too!

There was a big part of you that felt ashamed for having sex with a guy you’d met at a shabby bar.  You’d spent the latter part of the morning beating yourself up about it.  It was unlike you to go out at night, let alone go home with the most tattooed guy in the place.  But he was just so captivating, sitting across the bar with his bright, pink-dyed hair and electric smile.  He made small talk with everyone around him, laughing and socializing like being in a grungy bar at half-past two was the most normal thing in the world.  And once his caramel eyes locked with yours, your mind turned to mush.  

You had morals.  Standards even.  But his voice was so sweet and his words were so methodical.  Even the way he sauntered over was magical.  More of a glide than a walk.  How could someone look so good in just black jeans and a t-shirt.  

“You’re all alone,” he observed, tilting his drink in your direction.

Your eyes widened, surprised that this obviously interesting boy was talking to you, of all people.  

You nod, your tongue numb, your mind blank.  Suddenly you forgot how to form sentences.  

He chuckles at your blank stare, “No offense, but what’re you doing hanging out at a place like this on a Friday night?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you defend, insecure about him pointing out your solitude.  You were always insecure about your socialization skills.  You’d always been quiet, more comfortable alone than with people.  

“Fair point,” the boy says, taking a seat next to you and looking straight ahead as he sipped his beer, “we’re both loners then.”

“Loner has such a negative connotation,” you contest.  

He chuckles, “Is there a term you like better?”

“We’re socializing,” you point out, “so technically I’m not completely alone.  But yeah, ‘flying solo’ has a little more dignity to it.”

The boy raises his eyebrow along with his beer bottle, “To flying solo then,” he says, and you clink your drinks together.  

He starts asking questions about you after that.  He’s so curious about where you come from and what your passions were.  He asked about music taste.  Favorite bands, favorite genres, favorite instruments.  You ask back, of course.  But he doesn’t seem too inclined to talk about himself.  

Of course the cute tattooed boy had to be mysterious as well.  

You could have said no after he threw a wad of cash on the bar and extended his hand towards you.  The words lingered on the tip of your tongue, waiting for a breath of air to tip them over the edge, but then you heard the voices of your family and friends echoing through your mind.  Everyone was always telling you to be more carefree, have fun, let loose.  They were never hesitant to point out that you studied too much, worked too hard.  With their imagined encouragements in the background, you bit your lip and took his hand, letting this mysterious figure lead you across the room and out the door.  He held tight and didn’t look back, weaving through the street and all the way to his second-floor apartment.  

The bed wasn’t made and there were clothes scattered on the floor.  You had knots in your stomach once the sudden realization of what you’d decided to do sunk in, but the minute that he brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb and pressed his lips to yours, all of that melted away.

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You tip-toed around his room hastily.  You felt panicked, wondering what the hell you’d just done.  You kicked stuff around, looking for your other shoe in the dark.  Your ears pounded with shame and guilt and you desperately needed to inhale some fresh air.  Just as you were about to give up on your shoe and bolt out the door, the boy let out a loud sigh.  You turned and looked at him, laying on his stomach, sleeping peacefully under the one blanket he had on his bed.  His heavy breathing filled the room, you let your face ease up, gazing at the resting face of the boy you’d just slept with.  

He was gentle and soft and kind and as much shame you felt, you had to admit that you didn’t completely regret it.  

You grab a sticky note from his desk and scribble out a note to leave behind, your number and the indication that you did, in fact, have a good time.  

You quietly shut the door behind you, smiling without realizing it and oblivious to the fact that you had only one shoe on as you walked home.  

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see the boy again.  You were hopeful that his text would lead to a possible invitation, but you tried not to get your hopes up.  You were timid about rejection.  

You’re only two steps out the door of the cafe when your phone buzzes again.  The boy from the bar was quick to respond.  

Any chance you’d want to do it again sometime?

Your smile’s so big, your skin starts to hurt from stretching.  

of course’ you reply.  

just name the time and place’ he types back.

your house? 10 minutes?’

‘you got it.’

You chuckle at your own spontaneity and hesitate only briefly before replying, ‘see you in 10’

The speed of sound barely has time to disperse your knock before the door is swinging open and a puff of pink hair is pouncing on you.  His lips press firmly to yours and he takes your bag off from your shoulder, tossing it on the chair, and wrapping his arms around your waste in one swift, motion.  

“You actually came,” he says, smiling against your lips.

“I said I would,” you say breathlessly.

He wastes no time in helping you shrug off your jacket.  

He seems rushed and desperate, but just as gentle as the night before.  

You go until you can’t anymore.  Until you’re both left in a panting heap on his bed, wrapped in sweat and sheets, staring up at the ceiling, your limbs intertwined.  

“I’m Josh, by the way,” he says, laughing slightly.  He holds his hand in the air for you to shake.  

You cup your hand over your mouth, covering the giggle that bubbles in your chest.  “Y/N,” you say, taking his hand and making your first introductions.  

You actually stick around for a bit this time, laying in Josh’s bed, talking.  He’s still a bit hesitant to talk about himself.  After some significant probing, he does finally tell you where he’s from and that tells you that him and his best friend are in the early stages of starting a band, says they’ve even toured around the U.S. a few times.  He talks about the music and the logistics of it all.  He also tells you about how much he can’t wait to get out of Columbus.  And when he asks where you’d like to go in the world, you feel stupid because you’ve barely left the midwest.  He’s traveled a lot, you can just tell.  Your waitressing job and useless English major pail in comparison to Josh’s adventures.  

It’s your growling stomach that snaps you back into reality.  You check your phone and realize hours have passed since you stopped by.  

“Was that your stomach or a monster under my bed?” Josh asks, leaning up enough to laugh at you.  

You hide your face in embarrassment before sitting up and dangling your feet off the bed.  

“I haven’t eaten since like eleven this morning,” you say, trying to defend yourself.

“Okay then, I have a very serious question for you,” Josh says, “Do you like waffles?”

Josh drives to this diner that’s only a few miles away.  It’s tucked away on the corner of a deserted intersection and you’re surprised you’d never even noticed it after all the years you’d lived in Columbus.  

You sit in a booth across from Josh and slurp down the chocolate shake he insisted you order.  It really was delicious.  

“Make sure you get every last drop,” Josh chuckles after you started sucking up nothing but air, making a loud obnoxious noise with your straw.  

You laugh out loud and push your milkshake to the side, slightly disappointed that you’d drank it so quickly.  

You end up ordering something on the menu titled “Hungry Trucker’s Special” upon Josh’s suggestion.  It’s accompanied by two large waffles, bacon, eggs, and toast.  Your eyes widen when the giant plate is laid in front of you and you look at him in disbelief.

“You expect me to eat this?” you say in disbelief.

He laughs and starts digging into his much smaller plate.  

Aside from your bulging waist band, the evening was nice.  Josh talks more about himself, telling you a bit about his family and more about his band.  He has a way of telling stories that just makes you want to listen.  Not that he’s a wordsmith or whatever, but he’s just so interesting.  Everything about him intrigues you, to the point where whenever he asks you a  question, you feel like it’s a waste of time, because you’re  no where near as fascinating.  

You’re sad to see the evening end, but you thank Josh for such a fun night before heading home.  He even suggests that you do it again sometime, which sends your stomach into flip mode.  

You think a lot about Josh in the following days.  You’re not sure what the protocol for this type of situation was, but when two days go by without any word, you decide to shoot him a text.  

It goes unanswered.  

And you’re disappointed in yourself when you realize how bothered by it you are.  

You run through various scenarios in your head, wondering if you did something weird or came off too strong.  Were you too desperate?  Too clingy?  You shouldn’t have texted first.  That was a bad move.  

Tuesday rolls around and another shift at the cafe starts.  You talk to your boss about your mellow Sunday and continue taking orders and wiping table surfaces.  You think you’re going crazy when a puff of pink hair flashes in the door just as the bell rings.  You refuse to do a double take until a sweet, familiar voice rings through the shop.  You look up from the table you’re taking an order from and see Josh walking into the cafe with a brown haired boy, around the same age as him, and a pretty blonde.  They sit in the window seat, Josh on one side of the table, his friend and the blonde on the other.  

You have to force your attention back on your current customer and finish their order before you head over with three menus and your pad of paper.  

“Hi there,” you say, as calm as possible.  

Josh looks up from his phone, his face surprised.  “Y/N,” he says.  “You work here?”

You nod smiling, “Glamorous waitress, I know,” you chuckle.  

Josh’s friend and the girl are looking at Josh for an explanation.  He finally clears his throat before introducing you.  “Tyler, Jenna, this is Y/N, um… a friend.  Y/N, this is Tyler and Jenna.”

You cringe slightly at the ‘friend’ label he threw at you, but you give them both a smile.  “Nice to meet you,” you say warmly.  

“Aw yeah, Josh mentioned something about a girl from the bar,” Tyler says, positioning his body so he was facing you better.  “This is a sick place to work, very modern, very aesthetic.”

You chuckle at his description, but he seemed genuine about his statement, not condescending of any sort.  

“Yeah, it’s not bad.  I mean, it’s not a rock band or anything but we all have to make due.”

“You’ve heard of us?” he says excitedly, flashing his white teeth your way.  

“Josh told me,” you clarify.

“Way to promo, bro,” Tyler says happily, nudging Josh from across the table.  “Hey, we’re having a gig tonight in Columbus, you should come.”

“Really?” You look excitedly at Josh, but he was staring at Tyler instead.  

“Yeah, totally,” Tyler says.  “Can’t promise you’ll like our tunes, but there’s a bar there, so you can’t lose, really.”

You chuckle, absentmindedly flipping the page in your notebook, thinking that by the looks of it, Josh wasn’t even the one who wanted you there.  He’d barely looked at you this whole conversation.  But Tyler’s hopeful ‘common’, persuades you and you think what the hell.  “Yeah, okay.  I’ll go.”

You find yourself regretting that promise shortly before it was time to leave.  You stood in front of the mirror, rustling your hair and trying to flatten out the wrinkly fabric of your shirt.  You couldn’t help but remember the way Josh blatantly ignored you at the cafe.  You wondered if he was just as ashamed of your one night stand as you originally were.  

You sighed heavily, cracking your neck to the side, and determining that if you didn’t leave now, you’d be late.  

You send Josh a text message just for good measure, letting him know you were on your way and excited to see him play.  This time he actually responded.  A simple, ‘awesome,’ with a smiley face emoji.  Enough to keep you intrigued.  

The venue was close by.  You were grateful for the amount of parking spaces vacated considering  the fact that you didn’t think you could walk very far in the heels you managed to squeeze on.  The venue was like a small club, the music was playing through these giant speakers and there were dimly lit blue and green lights flashing.  The people were shoulder to shoulder, dancing, swaying, jumping, drinking.  

Tyler had instructed you that they would be starting at eleven, so you had about fifteen minutes to kill.  The stage was set up, drums and a piano, but no sight of your Josh or Tyler.  You squeezed your way up to the front. Not like anyone cared that much anyway, and found your place on the left side of the stage against the rail the security had set up.  

You felt awkward, standing alone with nothing but a phone and small wallet in your hand.  You nervously twist your hair between your fingers and wander back to earlier in the day.  Josh didn’t seem to thrilled with Tyler inviting you to the gig.  Part of you couldn’t blame him.  I mean it’s not like you two were together or anything.  You’d only slept together.  Twice.  And talked all night wrapped up in each others arms.  

You shake the image out of your head.  You were overthinking it.  All of it.  This was just supposed to be for fun, to prove you weren’t a stick in the mud.  You never intended to actually have feelings for Josh.  Therefore you can’t blame him if they weren’t reciprocated.  You were a one night stand (or two nights in this case).  Just the girl at the bar.  You’d watch the show tonight, then you’d go.  Because one night stands didn’t stick around.

Suddenly, the flashing blue lights stop and the entire room goes dark.  At first you think it’s trouble with the circuit or something, but then you hear this faint humming noise and realize it’s all part of their act.  After an excruciating amount of time just waiting in the dark, you watch as the two of them finally take the stage, Josh taking a seat at the drums and Tyler sauntering over towards the microphone.  

They put on an incredible show and you can’t even deny it.  You watch, in awe, not knowing any of their lyrics or even understanding half the words Tyler’s spewing out so quickly, but you’re energized and you’re hooked on the way he puts so much effort into it.  They’re nothing like the two, awkward boys you spoke to in a cafe earlier.  There’s motive behind their eyes and fire erupting around them.  

Josh keeps looking at you.  You grip onto the rail in front of you and can’t help but notice every time his eyes flicker your way.  Your heart palpitates every time your eyes lock with his.  You can’t help it, the boy was just so damn intriguing.  

After a night of full night of entertainment and unexpected surprises, including a back flip and Tyler diving head-first into the crowd, the boys finally wrap up their show.  Your heart pounds in your chest as everyone cheers so loudly once they exit.  You’re thrilled and excited and all the more fascinated with Josh.

But then you remember the promise you made to yourself before the show.  You’d watch, and then you’d leave.  That was the way it had to be.  So you squeeze your way out of the crowd, muttering ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ to all the people you crash into and make your way back to the door, pushing it open and walking towards your car.  

You feel shitty, overwhelmed and messy.  Like who were you to fall for the guy that picked you up at a bar?  The one with pink hair and one set of dishes in his cabinet.  You squeeze your eyes shut because it was stupid.  It had been less than a week.  You shouldn’t be feeling this bad about walking away.

You sit in your car, pulling out your phone to check the time when you realize Josh had called you, only minutes ago.  You bite your lip, wondering if you should call back.  Instead, you wait.  But you don’t have to wait for long.  A text from Josh comes in.

‘Where’d you go?’ He asks.

heading to my car’ is all you respond.

wait up, i’ll be right there’ Josh types back, almost immediately.  You bite your lip, pocketing your phone, before getting out of your car.  You lean against the door as you stuff both of your hands in your pockets and breathing in the cool night air.

“Y/N!” you hear Josh call from across the parking lot.  

You turn and look at where his voice came from.  He had just exited the back entrance door to the venue and he was running over, still in the same tank top that he performed in.  

“Hey,” you say as he gets closer.  

“Were you gonna take off?” he asks, “without saying hi?”

“Well, I just figured you’d be busy after the show—“ you say, trying not to look like such an asshole.  “So I thought I’d just head out…”

“Well I was hoping maybe you could keep me busy…” Josh’s voice trails off.

You should say no.  Your emotional wellbeing is begging you to say no.  You just weren’t made for the hit-it-and-quit-it lifestyle.  But Josh’s hair is damp with sweat and he’s still breathing heavy and it just isn’t fair the way he’s biting his lip and looking at you.  So you nod your head yes, knowing you’d regret it later, but not really caring much about that now and you let Josh lead you back into the venue.  He squeezed your hand tightly, intertwining your fingers and leading the way to a small storage unit out back.  You cringe at the musty smell, but the minute he presses his lips against yours, you’re overcome with everything Josh.

When you’re both finished, left panting and naked, clothes scattered throughout the storage room, you cling to him, your fingers digging into the flesh of his biceps, your head resting on his sweaty shoulder.  

Neither of you speak.  Your hot breathes fill the air.  You stay like that until Josh’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket.  You step away from him, hastily grabbing your clothes and trying to pull them back on.  

“Hello?”  Josh answers his phone.  

“Uh— yeah.. I’ll be there in just a sec…” he pauses as he tries to pull his pants on, “what?  No I was just trying to find a shower— shut up. I’ll be right there.”  

Josh hangs up the phone before grabbing the rest of his wardrobe and dressing himself.  

“That was Tyler,” he says, “just wondering where I was.”

“Oh, are you guys doing something tonight?” you ask casually, hoping that maybe Josh would invite you along.

“Not really, just me him and Jenna are grabbing a bite to eat.”

Clearly not an invitation.  

“Right,” you say quietly, “I’ll just get going then-“

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

You look up just as you were gripping the door handle.

“Cause I don’t know if you like pizza, or whatever, but if you’re hungry, you could come.”

“Really?”

“I mean— if you wanted to,” he says.  

You nod slowly before waiting for him to finish getting dressed, then the two of you walk out of the closet, careful to not draw attention to yourselves, and then go to find Tyler and Jenna.

They’re backstage still.  Tyler’s sitting on a chair with his feet up on a table, scrolling through his phone with a lollipop stick hanging out of his mouth.  

“So pizza?” Josh asks, making Tyler look up from his phone.

Tyler looks between you and Josh.  You try desperately to hide your guilty face, but the silence is killing you so you go with plan B instead.

“Great show tonight, Ty,” you say, giving him a warm smile.

He turns back to you and grins, “You liked it?”

“Yeah, you guys were incredible.”

Tyler gets up from his chair, carefully putting his feet back on the floor.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, are you joining us for pizza then?”

“If that’s okay,” you say shyly, looking from Tyler then back to Josh.

“Yeah, of course it’s okay.  Just gotta wait for the misses, she’s chatting with a friend.”

Within ten minutes you’re on the road, piled into Tyler’s car, you and Josh both in the backseat.  Tyler and Josh talk about the show, highs and lows and people they recognized from other shows.  

The pizza shop they choose is close by.  No more than a mile or two away.  You trail behind Jenna as the two boys lead their way into the place.  

“So do you go to every show?” you ask her, trying to make small talk.  

She nods, smiling, “Yeah, I guess it kind of came in the job duties of dating Tyler.  It’s not bad though.  They put on such a good show every night, it’s fun to watch.  Did you enjoy it?”

You nod, grateful for how easy Jenna was to talk to.  You weren’t sure why, but being around Josh in a nonsexual way was so intimidating for you.  At least you had her and Tyler as a buffer for tonight.  

The night goes fairly smooth.  The boys continue to talk about the show.  You like hearing Josh talk about his music.  His face lights up and the little dimples around his face show when he smiles so big.  You can tell how much he really likes it.  

Tyler starts asking you probing questions then, about where you’re from and what you do.  You disclose that you’re a student at Ohio State and that your job at the cafe is what pays the bills.  You stop once you realize how dull your life is in comparison.  

Josh seems fascinated by the idea of your English major.  He starts asking you about various authors and books, asking if you’ve read them before.  When you tell him about your favorite Jack Kerouac novel, he almost spills his drink, because it’s his favorite too.  

“No way,” you gasp laughing, “no one’s ever heard of that book—“

“That’s what I thought too!” he says excitedly.  

He seems to lighten up after that and include you more in their conversations.

And you feel happy.  Because you were so worried that you were just Josh’s one night stand.  You were worried that his feelings for you were only skin-deep.  But tonight, you really seemed to hit it off.  You hoped there would be more dates, because for the first time in a long time, you actually felt like you had a connection to someone.  A real life, personal connection.  

The boys went up to the counter to pay and you were left in the booth with Jenna.  You chat until her phone starts buzzing against the table.  

“It’s my mom,” she says, “I’ll just be a sec.”  

She takes the call and walks to the back of the room, leaving you alone at the table.  So, you decide to join the boys at the counter.  You collect your coat and wallet and walk up to where they’re both waiting for a cashier.  

You can tell they’re mid conversation when you walk up behind them.  You don’t mean to eavesdrop, but your name comes up and you can’t help it.

“She’s cute, I like her,” Tyler says, drumming his fingers on the table.  “You gonna ask her out?”

Josh scoffs and lets his head fall, “We’re not like dating or anything, if that’s what you mean.”

“Common man, you were so into each other tonight,” Tyler observes.

“I wouldn’t say that—“ Josh protests.

“What would you say then?”

“She’s a fun night, a good time in bed…” Josh pauses, “That’s it.”

You stop dead in your tracks as his words hit you like a ton of bricks.  You suddenly feel so embarrassed and stupid and naive.  You don’t hesitate before making a beeline for the door.

You hear Josh mutter a slew of cuss words under his breathe before calling out after you, but you’re already pushing on the latch, feeling the cold air whip you in the face.  You can’t stand to face him.  

“Y/N!” he says, pushing the door and rushing out after you.  

You keep walking, dead set on getting away from all of them.  

“Wait!” he calls, getting closer.  “Y/N, stop,” he says, grabbing at your wrist and trying to pull you around.

“What?” you belt out, spinning in his direction and glaring at him.  “What do you want?”  you plead, trying to keep yourself from crying.  

“I just— I didn’t mean it—“

You sigh heavily, trying to hold in the tears as best you could.

“Look, we hooked up a few times, we got waffles, it’s not like we’re dating,” he says, defending his harsh words.

You sigh heavily before nodding, “Yeah, you’re right, I know,” you cross your arms over your chest, “ But I can’t do this anymore,” you indicate between yourself and him,  “I can’t just be a good time in bed.  Look, it’s fine that you don’t like me.  Really, I get it and that’s okay.  But I was starting to like you, so I can’t keep doing…” you pause, “whatever this has been.  I just can’t.”  

With that you tighten your coat around yourself and turn away, walking back to the road and in the direction of your car.  As soon as you turned away from Josh the tears started to fall.  You felt stupid, crying over someone you knew just over a week.  But you were overwhelmed with false hope and disappointment and you couldn’t help it.  It hurt, feeling like you weren’t good enough.  

Part of you is afraid that they’ll drive by and try to get you to ride back with them.  You’d rather walk a marathon in the cold than get in a car with Josh right now.  But they never do.  In fact, the whole walk back to your car, not a single car even drives by.  

You finally climb in your vehicle and blast the heat, at this point you weren’t sure if the shivering was from the cold or because you were so upset, either way it hurt like hell.

But life moves on.  You work extra shifts at the shop, trying your best to stay distracted and to pick up whatever paycheck you can.  You wipe tables and make flavored lattes and by the middle of the week, things almost start to feel normal again until a puff of pink hair sets the the bell off by opening the door.  

Josh looks around once he’s stepped in the shop.  You only give him a slight glance before walking behind the counter and into the break room, finding your manager and hiding your face.

“I’ll work an entire hour for free today if you serve the guy that just walked in,” you say desperately.

She gives you a sideways glance, raising her eyebrows and clearly thinking you’re crazy.

“What is he a pervert or something?” she chuckles, pulling out her notepad.

“No— just… long story,” you sigh.

She starts scribbling on her pad, making sure her pen has ink before offering you a kind smile.  

“Just take fifteen, I’ll cover for a bit, okay?”

You sigh a breath of relief, “Thank you,” you whisper.  

Once she leaves the room, you sit down and let your face fall in your hands, wondering why on Earth Josh decided to show up today.  Your mind starts running back over everything that had happened between the two of you before your thoughts are suddenly interrupted.

“He’s asking for you by name,” your manager says, peaking her head through the door frame.

“Did you tell him I was here?”

“No, but I don’t think he’s stupid… think he saw you on his way in, before you ran back here.”

You groan and run your fingers through your hair.  

“Hey,” she says, placing a hand on your shoulder, “whatever he did, whatever happened, you’re stronger than it.”  

You take a deep breath, already feeling the embarrassment of facing Josh and you nod.  “I guess so, thanks.”

You tighten your apron back around your waste and exit the break room, scanning the coffee shop quickly before seeing Josh standing in the same spot as when you left.  

You decide to play it cool and flip open your notebook.

“What can I get you?” you say stoically as you flip to a blank page.  

Josh looks up at the sound of your voice and takes a step forward, meeting you closer.  

“Hey—“ he says, his mouth open slightly.

“Hello,” you try to stay as casual as possible. “Did you want coffee… or—“

“Um, no… no, not really.  I wanted to—“ he’s stuttering trying to find the right words, “I wanted to apologize for the other night…”

“It’s fine,” you interject.  This was exactly what you wanted to avoid— him bringing up events from the other night.  You can already feel your face growing red and hot with embarrassment.  

“No… it’s not.  I wasn’t thinking and it just wasn’t—“

“Josh, it’s fine.  Really,” you say, harsher this time.  

He stops and finally meets your gaze.  His eyes are soft, he looks anxious.  

“I… I don’t do this,” he says, his voice thick.  “I don’t go on dates, I don’t have girlfriends.  I don’t— “I don’t trust people, I never have,“ he pauses and clears his throat. “My dad left us when I was five.  All that stuff I said about family vacations and childhood memories was a lie.  I have siblings, but we don’t talk… and my mom— she died a few years back… Tyler’s all I have.  That’s it, everyone else? They leave or they die or they just don’t care,” he pauses enough to inhale sharply.  

“Why’re you telling me all of this?” you ask softly and slightly shocked.

“Because I wanted you to understand why— why I said that stuff the other night…  I just said that stuff to Tyler so he wouldn’t bug me about asking you out.  I like you,” he says.  “But I don’t know how to show that or act.  I guess I’m afraid to get close to people, I’m afraid they’ll leave or whatever…”

Your face softens as you look at Josh.  His head is hanging and he’s picking at a piece of loose skin on his thumb.

“I’m a stupid drummer with a high school education and big dreams that aren’t going anywhere.  You study Kerouac and Faulkner at a University.  I just figured you’d get sick of me sooner or later.”

You laugh, whether that be an appropriate reaction or not, and wipe the tears from your eyes, “Josh, I’m a waitress living in a shabby one bedroom apartment, studying for a degree I probably won’t even be able to use when I graduate.  Your life is exciting and interesting, you have pink hair for God’s sake…  I thought I wasn’t the one good enough for you.”

He shakes his head and breaks eye contact, almost like he doesn’t believe a word you’re saying.  His hand travels to the back of his neck where he scratches the skin and take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I said that stuff, it’s not true… you’re way more than that.  I knew it the minute I spotted you across the bar, too.”

You look down at the floor, his compliment making you blush, “Well, thank you for saying that.”

“So what do we do?” he asks.

You sigh heavily, “Can we just start over?  No more booty calls or sex in storage closets.  We can just hang out, be friends?  I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” you say gently, “But maybe we could just… get to know each other a little better.”

Josh smiles his soft, warm smile and nods.  “I’d really like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” you say honestly, then, remembering Josh’s sly text, you smirk, “Just name a time and a place.”

He laughs, “Waffle house?  After your shift?”

“Will there be chocolate shakes involved?” you challenge.

“Of course,” he says, like it’s the most ridiculous question in the world.

“You got it, then.”

“It’s a date,” he says, as he slowly backs out of the coffee shop with a smile spread across his face.

Your stomach flutters at his words and you can’t help but feel so special and grateful and humbled, all at once, that Josh chose to trust you.  

Not That Easy

Member: Jin // BTS

Main Plot: They have to get the money before their family can suffer.

Short Summary: Why did it seem so easy at the start, but as he got to know her, he never wanted to let go?

A/N: Let’s all take a moment to thank @kawaii-hedgehog for giving me the scenarios for this series. I will be tagging her in the following six, as well. *low-key nervous to not mess up too much while writing these cause the idea is absolutely brilliant*

Words: 2k

/ SeokJin // YoonGi // HoSeok // NamJoon // JiMin // TaeHyung // JeongGuk /

It was not hard to fall for the man named Kim SeokJin; in fact, it was so easy that you could write it off for phenomenal.

With his silk, soft brown hair, big doe eyes that were the colour of melted chocolate, full pink lips that are inviting you so much…

Indeed, falling for Kim SeokJin was easy.

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Faking it (Grayson) Part 4/?

Summary: Your bestfriend Grayson is attending a relative’s wedding and he needs you to act as his girlfriend. Cue lots of pining from both your sides, smug looks from Ethan and their family pressuring you into marriage and babies.
Word Count: 2,222
Warnings: None.
A/N: Your continuous support just baffles me, I love you guys so so much. Hope you like part 4! xx

READ PART 3 HERE.
Faking It masterlist here.


“Ethan?” You whispered in confusion, squinting at the tall figure standing behind you. He stepped forward a bit, the snow scrunching under his boot as he came into the light, the moonlight reflecting on his face.

“Hi, sorry,” he hesitated before walking forward so he stood right in front of you. “I heard the door close and saw you walk away through the windows. Thought I’d see what was up. Also, I brought you this.”

He tossed something into your lap and you looked down, sighing in appreciation as you saw that it was one of his many beanies and a pair of gloves that were too big on you. But when you pulled the hat and gloves on, you were happy that they did their job to protect you from the sweltering cold.

You patted the seat beside you, pushing the snow off of the bench in the process and Ethan sat without any complaint. The only sign of discomfort you got from him was the slight wrinkle of his nose he gave you as the cold seeped through his sweatpants.

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In an interview for Edward Gross’s Trek Classic, writer Jerome Bixby said of “Requiem for Methuselah”:

“I always wanted to do a story about a Neanderthal who found himself gifted with immortality, who lived up through the present day. Learning, learning, learning throughout his enormous lifetime, mastering the arts and science through philosophy. I wanted him to have been Beethoven because Beethoven had a kind of neanderthal cast to his face. So, I had that story kicking around which I had never done before. Why not do a story about a virtually immortal man for Star Trek? It’s pleased me very much when I wrote it. I pulled out all the stops.”

Breaking... Ch.5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: You thought there’d only be one chapter this week? Well you are sadly mistaken dear reader! This chapter has to end in an awkward place and I apologize for that now, next chapter is planned to be…interesting. I hope you enjoy!!!

Word count: 3270

Warnings: Cursing (obvious), fluff, feminism (lol ME)

Tags!!! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes @literally-melonkitty @deltablue202

(If anyone else wants to be tagged I just opened an ask box so please send them my way!)

Breaking Tradtions

The blue light, it was there again, as cold and icy as it was before. It swallowed you whole until all you could see was blue. You heard your voice ring out, it reverberated, echoing against the walls of your own mind. “I could never do something like that! Never in a million year would I hurt you like that!” Your eyes shot open, every breath you heaved burned you to the core. Your muscles felt like they had just been stretched across the entire world. You clutched your chest, trying to alleviate the pain. Your room was completely dark, not a shred of light was coming through the window.

“How long was I out for? It’s pitch black outside… And what was that dream all about?” Last time that happened…Is the universe trying to tell me something? Oh shit… You suddenly realized the mistake you had made. Alex…What have I done?! You shot up out of bed. I need to…talk to someone… You opened the door to your room, the hallways were just as dark as the room. Fortunately, your eyes were adjusting quickly so that you could at least see the turns. You tip toed through the darkness, the whole house was quiet. You were thankful for the moonlight seeping in through the windows once you entered the main room. You didn’t let yourself think of where you were going as you made your way up the staircase. You had only been upstairs to go to Angie’s room, most of those visits were to help her with her work, help her dress or to hear about her day. You saw a door at the end of the hall, light was flowing out from underneath it. It was warm, bright, and welcoming. It cut through the darkness, it felt like hope. Of course you’re still awake. You’re just like your dad sometimes… You moved toward the light, once you were in front of the door you gave it a soft knock. You heard a small jolting noise, then footsteps. The door opened and you felt like the sun was shining on your skin.

“Angie, it’s the middle of the night and I’m busy. It was just a bad dre-“ He stopped, realizing it was you standing there and not his little sister.

“Hey… Can we talk?” You asked. He looked surprised, probably because it’s the middle of the night.

“Uh, yes! Of course, what do you wish to discuss?”

“Mind if you let me in first?” You raised an eyebrow and pointed past him, into the light filled room. His eyes went wide, he looked completely dumbfounded.

“In my room? That’s uh…” He scratched his face nervously. Why’s he acting so flustered?

“I’m a maid Philly, nothing different than Rachel coming in to make your bed.” You chuckled. Boys are so weird. He nodded, but he still looked anxious. Opening the door wider, you stepped inside and walked past him. I’ve never actually been in his room before, it’s nice. The walls were a soft yellow but the light from the candle on his desk gave the illusion of it being slightly brighter. There were papers scattered all over his desk, quill and ink still out. He must be working on something for school. You walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it, heaving a deep sigh. Philip closed the door and quickly made his way over to his desk, moving the chair so that he could face you as he sat down. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you with curiosity.

“Now, what did you wish to discuss?” He asked again, this time with more worry. You took one last deep breath, finally feeling the weight of all your concerns weighing down on you.

“I think I messed up big time Philly and I don’t know what to do… I did something terrible, I don’t think I can fix it!” Your hands were clutching onto the cloth of your skirt. There’s no telling what the consequences of my actions will end up being. I told myself! I told myself not to meddle with the course of history! The world could blow up for all I know and it would be all my fault! Philip shook his head, quickly jumped out of his seat and kneeled down beside the bed. He grabbed your now shaking fist, you were surprised as to how your hand instantly stilled.

“Come on, if I know you at all it can’t be that bad. Even if it was, I know you’d be able to fix it, you are the smartest person I know after all!” He had a comforting smile on his freckled face.

“I’m a fool Philip, an idiot! I’m not even supposed to be here! I don’t belong here in this world, in your world and I’m ruining everything!” So stupid! Philip gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Do not speak of such things! Y/N Taylor is no fool and certainly not an idiot! I already know you won’t tell me what’s wrong yet, I know you too well for that. But I don’t care if you ‘don’t belong here’ because I’m glad that you are! My world, my family’s world, it shines much brighter with you in it. I certainly do not see that as ruining…” He looked up at you, his eyes asking for understanding. How does he always know how to calm me down? He makes me really want to believe him. Can it really be ok? How does the sun’s life get brighter?

“Thank you Philly, I think… I think I feel a bit better now.” You gave him the best smile you could muster and he did the same for you. He stood up to go sit back at his desk.

“Perhaps you should go back and rest, I do not wish for you to have another spell as you did this afternoon. One of us should get some sleep at the very least.” He turned his chair back toward his desk and picked up his quill, already going back to work.

“What exactly are you doing anyways?” You asked, your curious nature taking the lead.

“Just an essay for class, it isn’t due for some time but I wish to put a lot of effort into it.” His shoulders slumped over, you hadn’t noticed how tired he looked until now. Has he been awake all night working on this?

“Philly… Don’t you think you should take a break? It isn’t healthy to stay awake for this long.” You suddenly became worried, he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“I can’t exactly think about sleep right now. I’m the eldest son, I need to showcase the Hamilton legacy correctly, be just like my father.” Does being the oldest really bring this much pressure to him? But he’s already so smart!

“Philip that’s ridiculous.” You said bluntly, he turned back toward you, surprised by your response.

“It’s great that you want to make your family proud but you don’t need to be just like Alex to do it. You…you can be someone better, you can be you… And the Philip I know doesn’t have dark circles under his eyes or is sleep deprived. Don’t put your work off but you can slow down a little bit with the writing, you’ve got plenty of time.” You ended your speech, you couldn’t read exactly what you saw in Philip’s eyes as he looked at you.

“You, you really think I can be better than my father?” He asked sheepishly, you nodded.

“I don’t think, I know.” He smiled and quickly turned his head away, looking down at the papers on the desk.

“I’ll retire in just a moment; I promise… I just thought of how to end this part of the paper, it’ll only take a second.” He dipped the quill into the ink. You gave him a suspicious look.

“Philly I am not leaving until you put all of that nonsense away!” You felt like you were lecturing but honestly he didn’t really listen any other way sometimes.

“That is alright, as I said it will only be a moment.” He chuckled slightly. You watched him carefully scrawling letters onto the paper, it was calming to witness. His hand moving while he wrote was almost hypnotizing, you felt heavy, your breathing beginning to slow. You felt yourself gently falling back, your head hitting the bed with a soft ‘thud’. Instinctively you curled up on the mat, you felt at peace. You could hear the soft scratching sound from Philip’s quill as your eyes fluttered open and closed. Don’t…fall…asleep… You felt yourself be engulfed in darkness. Philip’s quill, his subtle movements and the warmth in the room were the last things you remembered before you drifted off.

            Slowly you began to wake up, stretching your arms out and your eyes open. Wow… I haven’t slept so soundly since I got here! Wait…Where the… Where am I?! You shot up in the bed and looked at your surroundings. Yellow walls, nice wooden furniture, an almost completely melted candle on the desk. The memories of you talking to Philip suddenly came back to you. Did I actually fall asleep in his room? You looked back at the desk and noticed a folded up piece of paper lying on the surface, your name written on the front with beautiful penmanship. You rolled out of the bed, went over and began to read the paper.

Dear Y/N,

            I hope that you find this letter with a well-rested mind. Currently, at the time I am writing this letter, you are sound asleep a few feet away from me. I cannot lie when I say it took me a moment to decide what to do, and in regards to that you must forgive me.  I should have awoken you, I should wake you right now, but I simply cannot. I see you sleeping so comfortably, you do not even stir. I can only imagine you are having a precious dream, so allow me to apologize for my selfishness. I cannot bear the thought of pulling you away from that dream. I feel my mind growing weak from fatigue, I suppose I must apologize for not sleeping right away as you told I should as well. It is not proper for me to see you rest, in my own bed no less, but your presence puts the ruins of my mind at ease. I have written Angie a request to awake me in time for class as I shall be sleeping in the guest room. She may act as though she would use any advantage she has against me in order to put me through trials but I trust her greatly. She is quite understanding and will not hesitate to ensure that no one misunderstands the situation I have seemed to put you in. You are a very respectable woman; I will do everything in my power to see that no one misconstrues my intentions. I must finish this letter quickly if I desire to get at least a wink of sleep. I pray the sunlight welcomes you to the day as peacefully the moon lulled you to rest.

                                                                                                                 Sincerely, P. Ham, your sunshine.

You couldn’t help but smile as you read the words in the letter. Philly, you’re such a dork! ‘Your sunshine’ Boy thinks he can try and be cute! Well, it is cute so I guess it worked. It was really sweet of him to let me stay here, I’ll be sure to thank him once he gets home. You suddenly heard a soft knock on the door that made you jump. Shit! I’m not supposed to be in here! Your worries were stilled as you heard the bubbly voice and saw the silky, pink cloth peeking out from the cracked door.

“Pssst! TT! Are you awake!” If the voice and dress didn’t give her away, the nickname sure did. The only ones who called you ‘TT’ were Angie and the younger boys. You mostly had Alex to blame for that one.

“Yeah, I’m up Angie, don’t worry.” You folded the letter back up and found a place to hide it in the side of your bodice. Angie opened the door up wider, you always forget how similar her and Alex look. Her and Philip seem like polar opposites but they have their moments.

“Well, you might want to hurry up! Rachel will be up here any moment!” You nodded and you hurried out of the room. Angie grabbed your hand and dragged you into her own room a few doors down. She pushed you inside and you were met with the familiar peach walls and white furniture. You and Rachel usually helped Angie get ready in the morning. Angie let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one TT!” She said with exasperation. You tried to hold in your laughter but you still ended up giggling.

“Thanks Angie, I really appreciate it.” You smiled, her eyes seemed to light up.

“Philly said that you fell asleep in his room but he didn’t tell me why…So?” She’s just as bad as Rachel!

“I had to tell him something important and I accidentally fell asleep.” You opened her wardrobe and picked out her undergarments, as was your new routine. “What color?” You asked.

“Hm… Peachy. So what was so important that you had to tell him in the middle of the night?” She continued as you chose the peach under dress she was talking about. So many garments! Nothing’s really planned today so the under dress should be fine.

“Nothing for you to worry about Angie.” You said as you gathered the accumulating pile in your arms. Seriously I’m pretty sure that her and Rachel talk about me when I’m not around. Angie squealed and it made you almost drop the clothes.

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! We’re practically sisters already so this is simply divine! Oh, I can practically hear it now. Mrs. Y/N Hamilton! That sounds just perf-“ Wait, what?!

“Whoa! Wait just a second their kiddo, what are you talking about?” You set the pile on the bed next to Angie as she hugged her pillow happily.

“You and Philip! You confessed your love for him! Of course you both will have to wait until after he graduates to have the wedding but I’m sure the time will fly qu-“

“No, no, no, no, no, no! That is not what happened! Not what happened at all! Geez, how do you people get these ideas?” You asked yourself. Angie looked up at you with her big, puppy-dog eyes.

“Really? Aw… But don’t you like Philip? And I think I’d make the best sister-in-law!” She sounded genuinely upset. You sat down on the bed beside her and patted her back.

“Of course I like Philip, he’s my friend and I trust him very much. But I’m afraid life is a bit more complicated than that sweetie. Although you would be an amazing sister-in-law, I don’t doubt.” You stood up and you both worked on changing her clothes.

“What’s so complicated? If you like him than you like him! That’s not complicated at all!” You sighed. I can’t exactly explain this can I?

“It’s hard to explain kiddo…” You finished tightening her clothes and turned her around. “Alright, now what would we like to start with today? Reading, writing, or shall we wait for you mother to wake up so that you can have your piano lesson?” You asked. She seemed uninterested.

“Do I have to?” She groaned. She’s been doing this a lot recently. Last month we couldn’t drag her away from the books. What’s up with her?

“Is something wrong Angie? You’ve been in a funk for the last couple weeks now, mind telling me what’s going on?” She sat down at her desk with puffy cheeks.

“I just… I just don’t see the point! You wouldn’t understand…” Uh oh, preteen concerns… Okay, I have to be as reasonable as possible.

“Come on sweetie, you love to read! I’m sure I’ll understand…” She bit her lip before looking up at me.

“What’s the point in being smart? It’s not like anyone cares how smart a lady is; all that matters is that she’s beautiful.” She stood up and stomped to her wardrobe, she threw open the doors and looked at everything inside.

“I mean, look at all of this, it’s astounding!” She turned around and gestured to herself. “Isn’t this enough?” Oh, Angie… I didn’t realize… You quickly made your way over to her and kneeled down so that you would be closer to eye level.

“Hey now, don’t say stuff like that! You’re beautiful yes, but that’s not all that matters! You’re a brilliant young lady, and even if you don’t think so now, things will change! You can’t let anyone or anything tell you that intelligence doesn’t matter or that a woman can’t be smart! The world always needs more people like you in the world, people who question these problems in the world and desire for the answers. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Reading, writing or piano?” You smoothed the top of her braided hair. She thought for a moment but soon enough her usual, happy smile crept on her face.

“Reading…and do you think I can ask daddy to tell me about the cabinet meetings like he tells you?” She asked. You stood back up, giving her your biggest and proudest smile.

“I’m sure he would be honored to teach you anything you wish to know!” But still…where did she get a terrible idea like that? I know this time period is reserved on women’s rights but her mom is one of the most intelligent and influential women in the country! Who let her actually believe something like that? Rachel joined the both of you eventually, the lesson going even better than expected. Afterwards, you and Rachel worked on the daily chores. Angie’s mood was better, Eliza spent most of her time with Willy and the boys didn’t try to tear out any pages of the encyclopedia. I’m glad today’s finally calming down, I really need some time to chill after all this history, time craziness. At one point you noticed how late it was getting. Shouldn’t Philly be back by now? I wanted to ask him some stuff… You didn’t hear the carriage until the sun was just beginning to set. You excitedly skipped over to the door as he came in.

“Welcome back Sunshine! I have so much to tell you!” The smile on your face slowly faded as he walked toward you. His hair was messier than usual, his eyes were puffy and red, he looked like a wreck. “Hey are you ok? Did something happen? Oh no, Philly what hap-“ He cut you off.

“Tell me it isn’t true! I can’t believe you’d do this! I, I don’t want to believe it! Please!” You noticed he was clutching something in his hand. What is that? Some kind of newsletter?

“What are you talking about? Philip, you’re not making any sense.” He held the bundle of paper in front of him, gesturing for you to take it. It was titled The History for the United States in 1797 by John Callender. Wait a second…

“My father…and you… My father had an affair with you…” He looked at the floor like his entire world was collapsing.

No. Fucking. Way.

No More Secrets (M)

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Warning: Oral, smut.

Requested by: Anonymous

I’ll be a bitch here and want to request something.. this is no good but maybe a nasty-smutty scene with suga while his gf’s present and she’s actually one of my good friends? :)))))))))))))))))

Bodies pressed close enough together that a piece of paper wouldn’t have slipped from between them, drinks sloshing over the edges of plastic cups, music blaring loudly enough that you felt the bass vibrating your bones. You huffed a sigh, taking a small sip of the now-warm rum and coke you’d been nursing for a good hour and a half. The only reason you were here was because of your best friend, Eunji, who decided to host a spur of the moment, “small get together”. There were more people cramped into her small house than you’d met in your entire life.

The worst part of it was that Eunji was one of the only people you knew, and you hadn’t seen her since she greeted you with a hug at the door almost two hours ago, leaving you to stand awkwardly next to the table of liquor and pop bottles, glancing around to try and find her.  The task was difficult enough, but it was made near impossible with the way the multi-coloured lights flashed and danced across the room, occasionally pointing directly into your eyes and momentarily blinding you.

A finger tapped on your shoulder and you swung your head in one direction, then the other, before settling on Yoongi, Eunji’s boyfriend’s, smiling face. It felt like a rock the size of your fist had dropped from your throat and landed in the pit of your stomach, staring at him for a few seconds too long before you were finally able to force your mouth to form a returning smile.

He leaned in closer to you, the tip of his nose bumping against the shell of your ear as he raised his voice enough to be heard over the music. “You don’t look like you’re having much fun.”

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So Much For Inconspicuous

Request/Prompt: Hi there! Can I request a Logan X reader with “You know the key to a happy marriage, kid? Never try to assemble furniture together.” please?

Note: On it. AU where Jean and Scott are married.

Tagging: @assembletheimagines - if you wanna get tagged ask


Originally posted by deanwinchestor

“UGH! SCOTT, THAT DOESN’T GO THERE!” Jean squealed her voice muffled by the closed door. You and Logan were walking down the hall when she shouted. You were a student at the school for mutants; you were bubbly and always happy - something that contradicted Logan’s blunt and thoughtless personality. Despite your contrast in personalities, you had soft spots for each other. You were each others favourite student/teacher.

“I THINK I KNOW WHERE IT GOES!” Scott replied, there were lots of loud bangs coming from their room. Logan turned to you, his bushy brow raised, causing lines on his forehead to appear. You shrugged your shoulders and pointed to the couple’s door. He shrugged his shoulders, too, then made the ‘shh’ motion by putting his finger to his lips. You nodded. The pair of you, then, pressed your ears against the door. “YA KNOW, THIS KIND OF JOB WAS ORIGINALLY A MAN’S JOB!”

“I BET I COULD DO A BETTER JOB BY MYSELF!” Jean screeched, her voice competing with her spouse’s. You, silently, turned the handle on the door and crept in; Logan following closely behind you.

The two of you tip-toed across the carpet, looking for the wedded couple. “OF COURSE YOU COULD!” Scott shouted, from the next room. You giggled, they regularly had arguments about who could do what and how well they could get a job done. Logan grinned from beside you. 

You know the key to a happy marriage, kid?” Logan whispered into your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you looked up to him, shaking your head. “Never try to assemble furniture together.” He finished and you giggled quietly, throwing your hand over your mouth trying to stop the sound from escaping. Logan smiled at you. He pointed behind you, to a mirror. You turned to look at it and saw a reflection of the room they were in; you watched them as they argued while trying to put something together.

“Let’s go,” he whispered, motioning towards the door. He snook over to the exit; trying to avoid being noticed by the angry couple. He indicated for you to come over too. You edged closer to the door but you, unbelievably, managed to knock over a vase on your way out. It hit the ground with a crash; you and Logan took that as your indication to leave and you took off down the hall. You giggled your girly giggle while he chuckled his manly chuckle. You believed you had made it out and they would never know that you were there until-

“You must be incredibly stupid if you thought I wouldn’t find out,” Jean spoke out into your mind. Alarmed, you turned to Logan who also had the same expression as you. He smirked, nonchalantly.

“Well,” you began, clapping your hands once, grabbing his attention, “so much for inconspicuous.”