oh and they say chivalry is dead

Thin Mints and Menthol(Part III) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

PART 1   


Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings:  Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, abusive behavior.

A/N: Third part is finally here! It took me so long because I was having a tough weekend but I finally got the urge and I just needed to write! I don’t think it’s as good as the other parts, but I really tried! I think that the next part will be the last, which is sad but I’m so glad I’ve had so many people message me saying they enjoyed it. It means so much to me!!!

Over the course of next couple of days Steve picking you up from the bus stop became almost expected. Every morning, bright and early,  he’d pull up in his car, roll down his window and casually ask if you needed a ride. It was nice for you to actually see a friendly face before school. Between your unpredictable father and the now constant glares from your peers, Steve was comforting.

However, today there is no sign of Steve. You try not to look up every time a car passes, however you’re beginning to get anxious. A heavy blanket of fog had covered Hawkins overnight, and you couldn’t help but worry about Steve driving in it. If he doesn’t show up you’ll be forced to ride the rowdy school bus, along with people who hated you. Before he’d begun to give you a ride you’d been essentially invisible to all your classmates, now you were the talk of the town. You try not seem bothered but you can feel everyone’s eyes watching you, each of them whispering behind your back making no secret of their opinions.

A girl walks up to you smugly, you don’t know her name but she seems to know you.

“No Harrington today, (Y/L/N)? I guess he realized what a loser you are.” She says to you, she looks expectantly at her friends who are all giggling behind her. You roll your eyes at her.

“Yeah I guess he did.” You tell her, flashing her a sarcastic smile. She scoffs.

“At least you know you’re a nothing. Your little boyfriend must have found someone actually hot.” She cackles, her friends joining in. One of them calls her ‘Becky’. They all look slightly younger than you. You assume they’re juniors, you generally know everyone else in your grade.

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just friends. Not that it involves you.” You reply.

“Whatever, freak. Stay away from him.” ‘Becky’ demands, she jabs you in the shoulder with her index finger. Her blonde ponytail smacks you in the face as she spins around, flouncing off to stand with the crowd of girls she approached you with. You watch her as she walks away your mouth open in disbelief.

It had already not been the best morning, to say it’s your birthday. It’s been pretty shitty. You’d walked downstairs in a blouse you had decided to wear despite the cold temperatures that Hawkins had been dropping to. You’d walked past your father’s half-opened door, his snores echoing down the hallway. You could smell the strong stench of vomit and beer wafting from his room. No doubt he’d fallen asleep in his own vomit again. Tears stung at your eyes, you couldn’t believe that this was your life now. The brushes on your wrist have faded now. But fresh bruises have appeared elsewhere. It didn’t take much to anger him and apparently just your presence had been enough to set him off the night before. A sharp kick to your ribs and back had been enough to satisfy him last night.

You’re so wrapped up in your own thoughts you barely realize that the school bus has pulled up until you notice that students are getting on. You sigh shakily and place one foot onto the step up.

“(Y/N)! WAIT!” You breathe out a sigh of relief as Steve is jogging towards you. He’s smiling nervously at you. Walking out of the way of people trying to board the bus, you cross your arms and raise one eyebrow.

“You’re late.” You tell him, he runs his hands through his hair. You notice his lack of uniform, he’s just wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.

“I know, I know, I had… Business to attend to and I didn’t realise it would take so long.” He gave you an apologetic smile. You shake your head in mock exasperation. “Can I at least make it up to you by taking your bag?” He begins to gently pull at your bag strap. You giggle lightly and let him remove it, he slings it over his right shoulder.

His left hand grasps yours and he leads you towards his car, your face begins to burn. This is the first time either of you had done anything so overtly romantic. Your palms are starting to exude moisture. Praying that you look much calmer on the outside. As inside the butterflies that live in your stomach are awake and fighting to get out. You glance up at him, he looks as red as you assume you look. You bite your lip slightly. He instantly lets go of your hand when you reach his trunk, and places your bag into it.

He saunters up to the passenger side door and opens it. The smile from his face immediately drops.

“Hey dickhead I told you to get in the back.” You raise your eyebrows in shock and storm up to up to him. He’s aiming the comment at the curly haired boy who’s sitting in shotgun. You stop in your tracks.

“I was here first!” He shouts at Steve.

“Dustin, I won’t hesitate making you walk. I’m serious.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?” Dustin snaps at him. He steps out of the car and squares up to him, despite the very obvious height difference he looks quite menacing.

“Yeah, yeah , yeah. An asshole who takes you to school when you crash your bike. Y’know normal kids just ride the bus.”

“I’m not a kid!”

“Yeah and you’re not normal either.” You clap a hand to your mouth realising it was you who just told him that. He turns, gaping at you. Steve howls with laughter, struggling to remain upright he clutches to the car door. Dustin’s face suddenly cracks into a smile. He steps towards you.

“Okay, I like you!” He pats you on the arm. He opens the back door and slams it shut.

“I’d say I’m sorry about him, but you can handle yourself.” Steve tells you. You lean in and sit down in the car. He hesitates slightly. “It was kind of hot.”

“Dude, what the fuck kind of compliment is that?” You burst into laughter, Dustin’s head is poking in between the two front seats a disgusted expression etched across his face.

“I was joking, shut up.”

“Pretty crummy joke,” you inform him, “now can you please get in the car we’re gonna be late.”

He throws his hands up, “y’know I feel really used right now.”

“Good.” Grabbing the door you slam it shut. He paces round to the other side of the car, yanks the door open and slips into his seat. His hair looks manic and less put together than normal. He pulls away from the bus stop, his hands casually holding onto the steering wheel. You sit up slightly, pulling at the hem of your dress.

“So how come you aren’t in your not suited and booted today?” You enquire. It was strange to see him without the khaki coloured uniform. It was nice to seem him look more casual however. A glimpse at who he really was.

“Oh, I have today off. I’m working Sunday instead.”

“How come?”

“So he can pick you up from school.”

“Dude!” Steve says turning to glare at Dustin. The younger teen throws his hands up in frustration. You burst into peals of laughter unable to contain it, your hand holds onto the doorframe to steady yourself.

“Oh wow, and I thought chivalry was dead.” You finally get out once the laughter has subsided slightly.

“I was going to try and make it more romantic or something, but no. I cart you two around and where’s my thanks? Nowhere.” His hand touches his temple massaging it slightly. You lean towards him placing a hand on his thigh, a reassuring smile on your face.

“You really took time off just to take me to and from school? I mean it’s a nice gesture but I think you have your priorities in the wrong place.” You fail to mention the part about it being ‘romantic’.

“No. I was also going to ask if you wanted to see a movie and go for something to eat. I guess you’re going to say no, maybe I miss read the signs, but I heard that there’s this new horror film and -”

“Steve!” You grab his arm and shout to stop his ramblings. “Who said I was going to say no?”

There’s silence, his face frozen in shock. “Oh,” it’s all he can get out. He swallows and nods absentmindedly. “I suppose I’ll pick you up after school and we’ll catch the 5 P.M showing of ‘Silver Bullet’.”

“Oh I don’t even get to choose the film?” He raises his eyebrows at you. You place your hand on his thigh. “Don’t worry, I’m joking.”

“Wow. I can really feel the… Electricity.” Dustin’s face appears between you, his eyes darting between you, eyebrows moving suggestively.

Steve whacks him over the head, as you roar with laughter in the front.

“And remember I need your essays on my desk Monday morning!” Your teacher shouts over the class as they all rummage to try and pack away to get out as quick as they can. You’re also scrambling to collect your books into your bag so you don’t leave Steve waiting. There’s a tap on your shoulder. It’s Nancy Wheeler.

You and Nancy had been friends when you were younger, there were a small group of you that had been close. One by one you had dropped off. Some becoming more popular, you fading away. Nancy had coasted clear in the middle, her and Barbara had been the only ones to stay friends. Then when Barb died she looked lost, you wanted to reach out to her but it felt too hard. You always held a torch for Nancy no matter what rumors surrounded her. There was a certain quality to her, she was kind and funny. You also suspect she can be scary if she wants to be.

“(Y/N)! I heard that Steve is taking you to the movies tonight.” You continue to zip you bag up, struggling to maintain eye contact with her.

“Yeah I am… I hope that isn’t weird for you or anything…”

“What? Oh no! I was just going to say have a nice time. Steve, Steve’s a really good guy.” She smiles at you kindly and walks with you out of the classroom.

“So, you’re on good terms? I didn’t want to ask what happened between you two.”

“I wasn’t the best girlfriend to him. I was faithful to him, but emotionally I was unavailable. I just didn’t know how to cope with the pressure I was under at the time.”

“You’re with Jonathan now though, were you in love with him when you and Steve were dating.” She grabs your arm to stop you.

“I don’t want you to think badly of me, I like Steve. It’s just what me and Jonathan has is different.” You nod knowingly, somehow you suspect that things are also different for you and Steve. Even now your heart is beating knowing that he is sat waiting in his car outside. Just for you.

You part ways with Nancy, she walking up to Jonathan. His smile at her is sweet and loving, receiving something as truthful as a smile from someone who loves you is a gift. You admire them for a moment longer, breathing in deeply you push open the doors to the parking lot. The sun is already starting to set, most people have left the high school. The only cars parked are teachers and a few students in their cars waiting for people

But leaning on the hood of his car, wearing Ray-Bans in the dim autumn evening is Steve. You stop dead in your tracks and laugh at him. You run up to him, he stands up clearly noticing him. He grabs the door handle to open it for you.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

“That was kind of awful!”

“What! No it wasn’t.” Steve faces you, walking backwards down the sidewalk as you sip on the last few dregs of Coke in your cup after you get out of the movies. “I think it’s already a modern day classic.”

“It was scary!”

“Yeah it’s a horror film (Y/N), they’re generally scary.”

“Well I’m just glad nothing that strange happens here in Hawkins.” Steve chuckles.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He just shakes his head and takes your hand in his. You swing it back and forth slightly. “Is there something exciting happening that I don’t know about?”

“Now that would be telling.” He taps the side of his nose, you roll your eyes at him but lean your head on him slightly as you walk. He shakes his sleeve up his arm to look at his watch.

“Huh, it’s past eight already. We need to hurry to get our reservation.” He tells you, but you’re not listening. Panic starts to rise in your chest, building as the seconds tick away.

“I’m sorry, I need to go home.”

“What? I booked us a table!”

“Steve, please!” You forcibly grab his arm, hoping he understands the urgency of the situation. He slowly nods, obviously disappointed, he pulls his keys out of his back pocket and leads you to his car.

“I really am sorry, I just didn’t realise it would be that late.” He shrugs his shoulders and points behind him.

“Your birthday present is on the back seat, it was a real bitch to find.” You beam at him and reach back to grab it, the back of your blouse riding up revealing the purple bruises cluttering your lower back. You grasp the roughly wrapped gift and sit back, a childlike wonder takes over you. A small box of ‘Thin Mint’ cookies stare up at you, you scramble to open them. However the sudden tension in the car makes you hesitate, Steve’s watching you a concerned look on his face.

“Where did those bruises come from?”

“Nowhere.” You gulp, “I mean, I fell down the stairs last night.”

Bullshit. Hopper told me your Dad was an asshole I didn’t think he was doing that to you.”

“H-h-he isn’t, I fuh-fell. I promise.” Tears roll down your face, you can’t even bring yourself to wipe them away. He takes one hand off of the wheel and reaches out to you. Instinctively you flinch away. He looks hurt, his hand still outstretched. You hide your face in your hands, the embarrassment of the situation is unbearable. How could I be so stupid? You think to yourself. The car stops but you sit unmoving. The click of a seat belt echoes throughout the car and suddenly Steve is pulling you into him. You melt under his touch, still sobbing. He rubs your back, whispering to you quietly. You cling to him desperately.

“I would never, ever hurt you. I promise.”

He smiles sadly and kisses your forehead. For now you were safe. And even though you were scared about the horrors waiting for you inside you could live in this moment, just for a while, and forget that the world wanted you to suffer. 

PART 4????


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Close Encounter (Z.H)

Description: You get trapped in an elevator with Zach, whom you have feelings for and vice versa. *Requested*

Warnings: swearing (very few), fluffffffffff

Word Count: 2.6k

“Just tell her, you wuss,” Jack slapped the back of Zach’s head as they walked the empty and eerie halls of the arena they had performed at earlier that day.

Some event was hosted and the boys were the main guest but they remained at the scene after everybody left for some reason they still weren’t aware of.

“Leave me alone,” Zach huffs. “We’re just friends.”

“Friends my ass. You both love each other,” Jack crossed his arms.

“Yeah, we do. Best friends are supposed to love each other.”

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youngbouquettragedy  asked:

Thank you so much ! I Love It ! Maybe you could write something about Harry being on James Cordan and they are playing that game " flinch " with y/n ( and she could be the new James Bond girl and in a long-term relationship with Harry) , I would absolutely love that. Hope everything is good. Love xx.

*Not my GIF*

Drabble #6 

James: Welcome back to the Late Late show, I’m here with my two beautiful guests Mr Harry Styles and Miss Y/N Y/L/N and we’re about to have a little game of flinch. Now, Y/N you may have been able to keep your cool as the new bond girl, but can you remain calm in the face of flying fruit?

Y/N: No, straight up, I’m going to flinch

James: Well at least you’re honest *turns to camera*

The game is simple, if you look over here you will see my face which will be shooting various fruits and vegetables, your job is to stand behind that glass and not flinch. Harry, you’ve done this before, so I expect you to be my main competition here

Harry: I wouldn’t be so sure, I’ve been with Y/N for a long time now, and I just don’t think she’s a flincher

James: We’ll just see about that *turns to Y/N* now I wouldn’t be a true brit if I didn’t let the lady go first

Y/N: And they say chivalry is dead

James: If you could just go behind the screen and we’ll get started

Harry: *kisses Y/N’s head* You got this

Y/N: Oh god

James: Harry…

Harry: *Staring intently at Y/N* Yah

James: Has there ever been a moment where you’ve been so frustrated with Y/N that you’ve just wanted to throw some fruit at her

Harry: No

James: She’s never done anything that just really bothered you and you just *urgh* wanted to hurl a tomato at her?

James: Some Kale?

Harry: No

James: a grape?

Harry: Not even a grape

James: Wow, alright, well here’s your chance anyway, what shall we go for?

Harry: What’ve we got?

James: Tomato?

Harry: Tomato

James & Harry: Lets call the whole thing off

Y/N: That’s fine, you two pretend this is a joke, just wait until it’s you here behind the screen

Harry: We’ll be nice love

James: You might be, but I want to win

Harry: Let’s go with the mandarin, that won’t be such a hard impact

James: Alright *loads fruit* let’s put that in there

Now Y/N, what was it like being the newest bond girl?

Y/N: It was great

James:  Did you do all your stunts *pulls trigger*

Y/N: *Flinches*

Harry: Holy shit *laughs*

James: That was a definite flinch, lets take a look at the replay


That wasn’t too bad I’m impressed, well done Y/N

Harry: *embraces Y/N* *kisses Y/N’s hand* well done

James: Alright Harry, enough of that, it’s time to face the music

Harry: Alright, lets do this

*walks behind glass screen*

James: Y/N what do you think we should go with?

Y/N: *points to kiwi fruit* One of those ones James, he gets those thrown at him all the time

Harry: Is it a kiwi?

James: Would you like it to be a kiwi? *pulls trigger*

Harry: *flinches* shit

James: HAROLD! Let’s watch the replay


Alright, thanks Harry, it’s my turn now, you two discuss what you’re going to do

*walks behind glass*

Harry: Do you want to press the button?

Y/N: Yes, I need to get my revenge

Harry: Alright, let’s go with something solid, Apple?

Y/N: Yeah, put two in there

James: No, just one

Harry: uh baba that’s enough out of you

*seductively places fruit in cannon*

So James, how’s the family?

James: Oh they’re great, missing you though

Harry: They’re only human

Y/N:*pulls trigger*

James: *Doesn’t flinch*


Let’s review that

That was a zero flinch my friends, I mean I don’t like to brag, but I think I may have won that round

Harry:*Shakes James’s hand*

James: Alright, we’re going to go to a break, and when we come back Harry is going to perform his latest single for us


I absolutely love writing these, they’re so much fun

Please send in more requests for TFLN’s or these, what ever floats your boat 


The men finished in the war. الرجالة خلصت في الحرب
—  Egyptian expression; used to say that chivalry is dead and therefore there aren’t any men- we’re left with the boys.
“I asked him to help me move. Last time he said he’d help me, he showed up like 2 and a half hours late and I ended up packing and prepping everything myself and he just helped me with his car.”
“Did you confirm the time?”
“Oh yeah, again and again. Last night he said he’d see me at 11:30, it’s noon now and he JUST left - with traffic it’s like another 2 hours at least.”
“I’m so sorry - yeah, the men finished in the war, eh?”

sexts with evan

sorry i tried really hard not to make this cringy but it still might be. also tried to make it gender neutral but that’s kinda not easy with smut so if anyone wants a version with a male reader let me know!!!! also i’ve mentioned this before but i hc that evan gets really dominant over text so if it seems out of character that’s why. evan is e, reader is r.


e: I’m at work and I’m bored you wanna send me something babe???

r: wow and they say chivalry is dead

e: you know what i mean

e: babeee

r: well what would you like?

e: what do you mean

r: what should i wear for you?

e: idk you look good in everything

r: so I’ll just pick something I think you’ll like then

r: you know I went to victoria’s secret a few days ago?? got a few new things for you

e: show me

r: gladly

r: [image]

e: fuck you look good

e: wish I was there

r: oh?

r: well i guess i do too

r: [image] you like this one??

e: yeah baby

e: you wanna take it off?

r: woah there slow down I’ve got plenty more to show you

e: i’ll be waiting

r: [image] thought you’d like this one

e: you were right

e: babe you’re so pretty

r: glad you like it

e: you know what i think you’d look really good in?

r: what babe?

e: my bed

r: that was really smooth holy shit

r: and soon

r: when do you get off work??

e: not for a few hours

e: but i’ll be thinking about you until then

r: you want some more to think about

e: you know i do

r: [image]

e: holy shit babe

e: i want you to think about me there

e: and what i’d do to you

e: and how good i’d make you feel

r: i am baby

e: prove it

r: [image]

r: [video]

e: shit i’m gonna see how early i can get off work

e: i need you

r: i’m thinking about you

r: and how much i want you right now

r: you got a minute to show me something to be thinking about?

e: [image]

e: you made me that hard babe

e: just thinking about you

e: and what i’m going to do to you soon

r: oh? what’s that?

e: eat you out

e: fuck you up against the wall

e: just how you like

r: can’t wait

r: babe i’m getting close

e: then stop

e: you’d better not cum before i get there

e: if you do i’m not gonna let you cum all night

r: i won’t babe

r: i’ll wait for you

e: good

e: i’ll be there in an hour okay??

r: i’ll put something nice on for you

e: can’t wait 😍


  • “so i really like this girl/guy but they’re really experienced both sexually and romantically and i’m just an innocent little flower so can you like, idk, teach me some stuff??” au 
  • “you’re a deaf kid who goes to my school and you’re definitely not blind but you have no idea how adorable you are” au 
  • “we’re both trainees at some entertainment company competing to get a spot in the group that’s debuting later this year so we kind of hate each other” au
  • “i’m just a trainee, you’re a super talented singer/dancer/actor/celebrity. you’re way out of my league, why the heck do you like me??” au
  • “i’m in love with a ghost” au
  • “sorry grocery store stranger, i’m tiny af and you’re gigantic so can you get that box of cereal for me??” au
  • “i’m studying abroad and your family is hosting me, but holy crap you’re super attractive” au
  • “i may be your intern and you may be my boss, but we’re the same age so shut the fuck up” au
  • “my girl/boyfriend and i just broke up and i’m crying on a park bench in the pouring rain but chivalry is not dead apparently because there is a kind stranger holding an umbrella over my head” au
  • “i used to have a huge crush on you in high school and my heart is still beating really fast seeing you now at a reunion years later” au
  • “i accidentally put my love letter to your friend in your bag and now you know i like them shit” au
  • “hey i found your lost pet and ━ oh my, i can’t say you’re cuter than this animal but you’re pretty close” au


Originally posted by samwol

PAIRING: Prince!Taehyung × Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Angst (if you squint)

SYNOPSIS: You run away from your problems, only to cause more by ending up in the same bed as the sole heir to the throne of Rossa, Kim Taehyung. After all, it couldn’t get worse, could it?



// this is my first time posting on Tumblr and omg, I’m afraid I’ve made a mess. My bad.


TO SAY THE club isn’t the best place to get lost would be a lie. An utterly foolish lie. The club buzzed loudly. People grinding against one another, slurring and giggling. A girl of fine blonde hair tripped and fell only to be caught by a handsome young man. This club downtown – Mundane Talks – was just another club among the thousands here at Androsia. The girl who tripped was escorted out the club by that young gentleman. Maybe another blossoming tale of love. You scoffed at that thought.

You gulped down another cup of Bloody Mary. You meeded a getaway and what better place to lose yourself than this. You looked at the bartender for a split second. “Another one, ma'am?” He asked you, giving you a sympathetic look. You nodded. You were confident that you looked like an absolutely mess and mind you, not those divine mess types. You looked like a horrendous crap with your hair frizzy and eyes puffy. You switched off your phone — something that you were sure would get you into trouble later.

“Here you go, ma'am.” The bartender placed the cup before you. You looked at the cup silently for a minute, watching the bubbles rise and pop. Without thinking further, you closed your eyes and gulped that cup too in a second or two. You slouched onto the counter and sighed, “Why do I love him?”

“Another one, please?” You called out to the bartender. He looked at you worriedly. You gave him a confident look as if you were trying to reassure the fact that you were totally fine. But, Jesus, no. You weren’t absolutely drunk but yes, you were stupidly drunk. Which one among them was better? You would never realise.

“No, she wouldn’t be having another one,” a voice boomed from next to you. You whipped your head to the side only to come face to face with the most beautiful person you had come across, ever, he looked angelic with a sly smile playing a wonderful rhythm on his thin lips. His eyes sparked and his hair was messy. Divinity, was all that you really could think as you stared at him.

“I want another one,” you whined. He shook his head firmly and waved the bartender off. He looked at you concerned, “You’ve had enough for the night, princess. Let me take you home.”

You giggled, “No. Nada. Nil. If you just wanted to have sex with me, you could have been more seductive.” You stood up close to him, as you tried looking sexy. You trailed your finger from his face to his chest as you drawled your words out slowly, “I’d love to, by the way.”

“You’re drunk, princess,” the gentleman moved your hand away but you lingered on as you latched your hand behind his neck. You brought my face very close to his. You were sure your breath reeked of the smell of alcohol.

He looked at you, unsure for a moment. With his slight movement and gestures, your drunken mind could understand that he too was slightly tipsy. Slightly leaning in, he looked at you, tilting his head. He took a huge breath in and said, “You’re beautiful, princess.”

You were supremely close to him. You could see the bright baby blue colour of his eyes which seemed like they were contact lens, form close, yet so beautiful. You quickly seized the moment to move close to his ears and speak. My voice came out lighter and you hoped it was a turn on.

“Now, will you let me have another drink, stranger?”

In this close proximity where you could see him well enough, he seemed familiar. You couldn’t quite put a finger on where you had seen this man, but he was no stranger, for sure.

“You’re such a tease,” said the man, as he let out a beautiful chuckle. You couldn’t help but smile. It was the brightest thing you had heard the entire day. You threw a pathetic attempt at smirking his way and sat back on the chair. The stranger took the seat next to you.

“A drink, please,” you called out to the bartender. “Something strong to drown myself in.”

You turned to your right to look at the man. He just sat there observing every slight gesture of yours. Maybe, it was because of his beauty, but you suddenly felt insecure. You felt like you were being scrutinised for your behaviour.

“I’d like one of whatever this fine woman is having,” he finally spoke.

“Coming right up,” the bartender chirped. Well, someone was having a great day.

Quickly, two shot glasses were placed before us and you took a swing at it first. The liquid burned your throat but you liked that. The stranger still observed you and then, eventually said, “Is your life that miserable?”

You let out an unamused laugh and after asking for another, you told, “I make my own life miserable.”

“You should stop making it miserable then. You only live once,” he said as he took a sip from his drink.

“You don’t understand. I can’t walk away. I just cannot. Something pulls me back always. I want to leave but I just can’t,” you tried explaining. You realised that no matter how many times you tried telling it out loud, the truth still remained the same. He had you tied down.

The bartender brought your drink and placed it before you. You mumbled a thanks and smiled. “I’m so fucking hopeless,” you sighed.

“I don’t think you’re hopeless,” he said as he gulped his remaining drink in one shot. You watched intently as he placed the glass down on the table gently. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and then down as he swallowed the liquid completely. The green and blue lights of the club illuminated his face. In that moment, this beautiful stranger had all your undivided attention.

“You don’t know me,” you gulped down the translucent liquid in the glass before you. You felt quite hazy. Were you really that light headed? The stranger looked at you; his face showed no confusion or puzzlement.

“Maybe, I don’t,” he said after thinking twice. The man didn’t let you call the bartender again. It was evident that you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“No one ever does,” you shake your head, helplessly and push yourself up to stand on your feet. However, your cerebellum didn’t quote get the gist of what you wanted. Barely able to stand, you fell. The stranger quickly caught hold of you and supported you.

You giggled. Of all the things in the world your drunken brain could make you do, it made you giggle. The sane yoi would have hit yourself over and over again for that but the drunk you couldn’t even make out the difference between anything.

“I’m so wasted,” you sighed out uselessly.

“You want to bet on that, princess,” he laughed. His arms wounded around your waist to hold you in position. You chuckled and rested your head on the nape of his neck. 

“Let’s get you somewhere safe,” he said more to himself than to you. You were simply smiling stupidly at his kind gestures. Your brain couldn’t give any botheration whether it was well intentioned or not.

He walked you out of the club and you didn’t protest. In front of the club was parked a sleek matte black Audi. Your eyes widened as you pushed yourself away from his grip. The man looked at you, confused.

“Is this yours?” You gaped. He let out another one of those throaty laugh and nodded.

“Oh no. Are you trying to be my sugar daddy?” You accidentally blurted.

“What?” He asked you. His eyes had widened thanks to your stupid question.

“Oops. Did I say that out loud?” You blushed. Your cheeks tainted red in embarrassment.

He ignored you. However, it was evident that he was amused. He opened the door and you slightly smiled, mumbling, “Chivalry isn’t dead.”

“With me, it never is,” he said and gestured for you to enter. You looked at him unsure and whispered, “You could be a kidnapper but.”

“Do I look like a kidnapper?” He asked you with a raised eyebrow. He made a valid point there. This man looked nothing like a kidnapper. With a tucked in royal blue shirt, and tight black pants, you would have jumped at this man at first sight, drunk or not.

“One can never be too sure,” you said sounding like a wise Yoda.

“Princess, I’m not kidnapping you. Get in the car so that I can drop you safely,” he said in a monotonous voice now, and you figured he meant business when he said those words. You silently got into the car and let out a gasp.

“This is beautiful,” you whispered still gaping at the interiors. He followed you into the car immediately and told the driver to start the car.

“Where’s your home?” He asked you. With that one question, fear washed over your face and took over you. You didn’t want to go back home. Definitely, not now. He would be there most certainly waiting for you now.

“I don’t want to go back home, please.” You sounded pathetic. So vulnerable and pathetic. The man, whose name you still did not know of, looked at you, concerned. However, he didn’t talk about it and you were glad he didn’t.

You didn’t realise you had already moved closer to him until he pulled you closer into him, like he was trying to provide some sort of comfort to this weird stranger next to him.

“Will you be alright with me taking you to the room I’m staying here at?” he asked you before he ordered his driver to drive back to his hotel room.

“Anything but my home,” you whispered. He nodded. You pushed back and locked your gaze into his baby blue eyes.

You edged closer to him and whispered, “Thank you,” before locking your lips onto his pink ones. It took him back by a surprise. Nevertheless, he kissed you back with the same intensity. His hands gripped your waist tightly as your hands ran through his soft blonde hair. This man was beautiful.

You pulled back first and smiled at him. He gave you a toothy grin back and God, he looked angelic.

“What’s your name?” You finally voiced out the only question you had in your head.

“Taehyung, princess. My name’s Kim Taehyung.”



When the Clock Strikes Midnight

A/N: Happy New Years Everyone! Here is a little New Year’s Bucky x Reader fluff… I couldn’t help myself.

Word Count: 1,182

Originally posted by enochianess

Normally, a party at Stark’s wouldn’t be something I’d be excited about, but today was different. It was New Year’s Eve and something about the start of a new year, new possibilities, couldn’t be more enticing.

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We Should Have Talked

* Alexander × Reader
* 35: Do you think she could have loved me?
* Modern

A/N: I just wanted to take a second and say thank you guys so much! I reached 400 followers by some miracle! You are all so amazing!


“Excuse me?” You asked placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger walking past you. “I just transferred to this school. Can you tell me which building the world history class is in?” You looked up from your classes to look at the man you stopped. You blinked in surprise. He was cute. He was more than cute, he was hot.

He had on jeans and a gray swestshirt, also dark hair that hung to his shoulders. His face was tanned and had some neatly trimmed facial hair. He was looking at you with dark brown eyes.

“World history? I actually have that class now. Follow me.” He said with a smile. “Uh, I’m Alexander Hamilton.”

“Oh Y/N L/N.” You supplied. “What are you studying?” You asked to continue the flow of conversation.

“Law.” He said with a smile. “My friends say I’ll be a great lawyer as I hate to lose arguments.”

“Well, that does sound good. If you’re studying law then why are you taking World History?”

“Well it is required. Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it and all that. But I do love history.” He said. You reached a building and held the door open for you.

“Oh thank you. I guess chivalry isn’t dead.” You joked. He smiled but didn’t get a chance to reapond.

“Alexander!” A voice shouted. You looked over to see three men walking toward you. “I was wondering what kept you but I suppose I have an idea.” One man said while looking at you. He also had tan skin but his face was covered with freckles.

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Alexander said gesturing to you. “She has World History with us.”

“Oh well I’m John Laurens.” The man from earlier said.

“And I am Lafayette.” Another man said. He had a french accent and wild curls he was holding back in a pony tail.

“Hercules Mulligan.” The last man said. He was dark skinned, tall, and we’ll built. You could see some short, dark curls sticking out from under the brim of a gray stocking hat.

“Nice to meet you all.” You smiled at the group.

You had been at this school for over almost year. You became increasingly close to the group of guys as well as two sisters, Angelica and Eliza. They had a younger sister as well who was a year from starting college.

“I can’t take the tiny dorms anymore!” Alexander was complaining one evening during dinner. “I mean, they’re so small and cramped.”

“I think he’s just tried of being in tight quarters with me.” John joked.

“Have you thought about renting an on campus house?” You asked the group. “You guys could all pitch in.”

The boys traded looks that told you they never thought of that. “We could do that. Get a two room house. Those rooms would be bigger and we would have a living room and kitchen of our own.” Hercules reasoned.

“Two rooms? No we need three.” Alexander said.

“Look I know you hate sharing a room but you don’t need one to yourself.” John said.

“Not for me dip shit.” He said, shooting John an irritated look. “For Y/N.”

“Wait. What?” You asked confused.

“That is a fantastique idea!” Lafayette chimed in. “Mon amie, you could live with us!”

“Oh guys I don’t know…” You said warily.

“Oh come on.” John begged. “It’d be awesome. You wouldn’t need to share a room with anyone.” He suggested.

“You wouldn’t have to eat cafeteria food.” Lafayette added. “Mademoiselle, I happen to be an amazing cook.”

“You know it’d be way better than a dorm room.” Alexander reasoned.

You paused and contemplated this. You weren’t on bad terms with your roommate but there were some inconveniences. You also hated the school’s meals most days. You sighed. “Alright. You boys win.”

So the next year you carried your boxes into a small, three bedroom house. “Hey Y/N!” Alexander called as you entered the house for the first time. You had only met up with the guys once over the summer. “Here, let me help.” He said grabbing a few boxes from you.

He dropped them on the bed provided. “So me and Laurens are in the room next to you.” He patted the wall next to the bed. “Laf and Herc are across from my room and the bathroom is straight across from you.”

“Alright. We doing anything to celebrate our move in?” You asked.

“Pizza and movies.” He said with a grin.

“Very original.” You teased.

“Well we would have had some drinks but you, me, and Laurens still can’t drink so…” He trailed off. You got the message. If you guys were caught with drinks on campus you’d be kicked out of school. John’s parents would be angry and Alexander would never get over it.

Pizza and a movie was spent sitting on the floor of the living room. Hercules had brought a couch but you guys hadn’t wanted to assemble it tonight. You guys hooked up the TV and set it on the ground. You were eating pizza off of paper towels.

You groaned at the title screen. “You guys know I hate scary movies.” You complained.

“But this is supposed to be a good one.” Hercules said and stood to turn off the lights. You hated that even more.

You whimpered at one point and buried your face in your hands. “You ok?” Alexander whispered.

“Peachy.” You shot back. You jumped once again.

“Hey its ok.” Alexander said, tentatively wrapping and arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him gratefully. You buried your face in his chest every time something scary happened and he would whisper soothing things to you. After two hours, the torture wad finally over.

“I hate you all.” You said wadding up your paper towel and throwing it at Hercules.

“It didn’t seem like you hate Alexander.” John teased, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks.

“Alexander is the only one here I don’t currently hate.” You said.

“Clearly.” John smirked.

“I’m going to sleep. I don’t have class tomorrow but I’d still like to sleep.” You said. “Good night guys.”

They all said good night and you walked to your room and dropped into your bed. You only hoped you could sleep without thinking about that damn movie.

Alex and John both stirred at the slight pounding noise they heard.

“What was that?” John asked, still half asleep.

“No clue.” Alexander said equally confused. They then heard another thump.

“Came from Y/N’s room.” John said.

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Alexander said throwing his covers off.

“Course you are.” John said, somehow managing to tease Alexander even while mostly asleep.

“Whatever.” Alexander said, not bothering to fight with him right now. He walked to you door and pushed it open slightly. He peeked in and you were fast asleep. He was about to leave when you tossed and turned, he could hear light mumbles leaving your mouth. He noticed one of your feet hit the wall. So that was the thumping they heard.

You started thrashing, your mumbles got louder. Alexander quickly walked over to you. “Y/N.” He shook your shoulder. “Come on wake up.” He urged.

You finally woke up with a gasp. That stupid movie! You were gonna kill those idiots for making you watch it.

“Are you alright?” You focused back in on Alexander. He was in a gray tee-shirt and black sweat pants. His hair was down and in need of a brush.

“Uh I think so.” You said.

“Me and John heard some banging so I came to check on you. You were kicking the wall.” He explained.

“And that would explain the pain in my foot.” You said and reached down to rub it. “Thank you Alexander.”

“No problem.” He gave you a small smile. “Uh…anyways. Good night.” He stood from the bed.

“Wait!” You said, a little louder than you meant to.

“What?” Alexander asked coming back to the bed once more.

“Stay here please?” You asked. “That stupid movie scared me and I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.”

“Uh sure.” He said. He crawled under the covers and you instantly cuddled up to his side. He took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. You fell asleep soundly and didn’t have another nightmare.

You woke up and Alexander was gone. You remembered he had classes today and felt guilty about waking him last night. You got up and got dressed, getting ready for the day. As you were eating breakfast you got a text from Eliza. She wanted to meet up for lunch so you could meet her younger sister.

You walked into the small coffee shop that Eliza loved so much. “Y/N!” You looked toward the voice. Eliza, sporting a blue cardigan over a white tank top, was sitting at a table near the window. You looked at the girl next to her. She was wearing a nice yellow top with blue jeans, anxiously kicking his feet. She had the Schuyler dark hair. Her hair was more like Angelica’s than Eliza’s, with curls through the whole length.

“Hey guys.” You said walking up with a smile.

“Hey Y/N.” Eliza greeted you happily. “This is my younger sister Peggy.”

“Hi.” She offered with a small smile. Angelica had graduated the year before so now it was only the two younger Schuylers.

“Hey. Welcome to Columbia University.” You said.

“How’s the housing?” Eliza asked.

“About how’d you expect.” You joked. “So Peggy, who’s your roommate?” You asked.

“Uh…oh some girl named Maria Reynolds. I’m not too sure about her. We seem like polar opposites.” She answered.

“Oh I’m sure you guys will get along fine.” You reassured her.

“I hope so.” She mumbled and looked back down at her coffee.

When you finally left the shop, Peggy was much more comfortable around you. Eliza had worried about her starting school so you tried to make her feel welcomed. You told her she’d have to meet the guys sometime.

You stepped back into the house and found Alexander was back. He must only have morning classes on Monday. “Alexander.” You greeted awkwardly with a tight smile.

“Y/N.” He responded with a nod, equally awkward. You hadn’t talked about the night before and you weren’t sure you wanted to. John looked between the two of you with a confused expression.

“What’s going on h-” he tried to ask.

“I’m just gonna work on unpacking.” You said.

“I told Burr I’d meet up with him.” Alexander said at the same time. The two of you went separated ways, leaving John alone and bewildered.

You wish you could say that you and Alexander finally talked about that night but that wasn’t the case. You guys finally let the awkward air drop, but you never actually talked it over. What’s more, it happened more than once.

If one of you couldn’t sleep for one reason or another, or you wanted to get Alexander to sleep instead of work, you’d text each other and stay in your room. John caught on, of course. And you were sure he told Lafayette and Hercules. However, none of them ever mentioned it. Until now that is.

There was a knock on your bedroom door. “Come in.” You called, gladly shutting your text book. John walked into your room cautiously.

“Hey. Can we talk?” He asked.

“About what?” You asked.

“About you and Alexander.” He said. You opened your mouth to defend yourslef. “No. No denying it, it’s painfully obvious. Well, to everyone but Alexander. He’s really confused and upset about this Y/N. You guys need to talk and figure out what the hell you two have.”

“Your right.” You agreed. “I’ll talk to him tonight.” You told John.

“Good.” He said with a smile.

It was starting to get late and Alexander still wasn’t back. He turned 21 earlier this year, and John mentioned something about him needing a drink. But it was really late for a beer or two. You ended up falling asleep on the couch waiting.

“Wakey wakey.” A voice said. You opened your eyes to see John standing over you.

“Did Alexander not come back last night?” You asked confused.

“I don’t think so.” He said.

“Is he ok?” You asked suddenly worried. You worries ended when Alexander walked through the door. He looked like he got very little sleep and extremely hung over. “There you are!” You exclaimed. Them immediately apologized as he winced at the noise.

“I’m just…I’m gonna got lay down.” He said, almost falling asleep already.

“What the hell happened to him?” John asked.

“No clue but I’m worried.”

A few hours later you went into Alexander’s room. You had a glass of water and some medicine for his headache. “Alexander?” You said lightly.

He stirred but didn’t wake up. You set the pills and water on his bedside table, after you moved some papers. “Alexander.” You tried again. You ran your hands through his hair. He smiled as he slowly woke up.

“Morning.” He said, his voice thick with sleep.

“More like afternoon. You’ve been out for a few hours.” He slowly sat up and pressed a hand to his head. “Here.” You held out the medicine, which he swallowed.

“Thanks.” He said.

“What happened last night? I wanted to talk to you.” You said.

“Yeah I know. I got the text. Which lead to another drink.” He said.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“Y/N, ‘we need to talk’ are very feared words.” He explained.

“Oh well I didn’t mean them in a bad way. Where were you anyway. I waited up until about 2. After that I fell asleep on the couch.”

“I uh…” He trailed off.

“What?” You asked.

“I went off with a girl.” He looked at his lap. “Maria Reynolds.”

“As in Freshman Peggy’s roommate Maria?” You asked, anger rising in you.

“Yes. I was drunk ok?! After all, we apparently weren’t going anywhere so I don’t get why you’re pissed.” He crossed his arms.

“Maybe we would have if you had pulled your head out of your ass and realized that’s what I wanted to talk about.”

“Wait. What?” He asked.

“Yes. I wanted to talk about us Alexander. I don’t any more. You’ve made it perfectly clear how you feel.” You stood and slammed the door.

You only had two more weeks until finals so you stayed with Eliza, who had rented an apartment and was planning to stay here through to summer.

Alexander kept kicking himself. He was currently at a bar, this time with John. “I’m such and idiot!” He groaned and let his head drop to the table. “Ow.” He said quietly upon impact.

“Can’t argue there.” John said. “Look man, I told you to wait. I tried to help but you just had to go get it off with some freshman. Who has a boyfriend by the way.” John said.

“Yeah I know, his name is James. Peggy told me.” Alexander finally lifted his head from the table. “I just, I was so frustrated. I wanted to be with Y/N, but I couldn’t tell if she wanted to be with me.”

“Dude.” John shot him a look. “You guys shared a bed who knows how many times. Once or twice could be confusing. Once you pass five times, you should know.”

“Do you think she could have loved me?” Alexander asked queitly.

“Love?” John asked appalled.

“I love her, John.” He slumped in his seat.

“Then why the hell are you talking to me?” John asked.


“Go tell her that!” John told him.

Eliza had a late class so we were cramming for your last final. There was frantic pounding in the door. You went to the door and opened it. Alexander almost fell forward as he was using the door for support. He managed to catch himself on the door frame, just barely.

“What could you possibly want?” You asked.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“Fine.” You walked inside with him. You dropped onto the couch while he nervously paced.

“Look I came here to apologize. I was an idiot.”

“Yeah you were.” You said.

“I know ok?” He came and sat by you. “Y/N, all I wanted was to be with you. I never knew how you felt and well…I clearly didn’t handle that well. I wanted to get a drink, then I started to worry so I started to drink more. Then Maria showed up.”

“You know you’re not helping your case.” You interrupted. “If you had just talked to me. We could’ve talked about everything.”

“I couldn’t. It was too risky.” He said.

“Why was it risky?” You asked confused.

“I couldn’t risk being shot down by you.” He looked down and took a deep breath. He looked back up at you and grabbed your hands. “I couldn’t risk being shot down because I love you.” He said. Your eyes widened. “I’ve loved you since you stopped me that first day. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that you stopped me when you could’ve stopped literally anyone.”

“Alexander.” You said, completely bewildered.

“I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way because now at least you know how I feel. You deserve to know.” He kept rambling.

“You need to learn to shut up.” You mumbled quietly so he didn’t hear you. You leaned forward and shut him up by covering his lips with yours. You pulled back and he was staring at you with wide eyes. “How do you think I feel Alexander?” You smirked.

He shock turned to joy. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back in for another, deeper kiss. You ended up on his lap, straddling him. You two pulled apart as the door opened. Eliza stood in the doorway staring at the two of you. “I’m not going to ask.” She said. “Just, please don’t screw each other on my couch.”

You moved back into the house for the last week, Alexander stayed in your room with you every night. You and Alexander started looking for an apartment to rent in the area as Alexander managed to get a summer internship.

“Hey John!” You called to him. He was packing up his car. You walked over to him. “Thank you.” You told him.

“For what?” He asked with a shrug.

“Very convincing but you know what. Trying to get me to talk to Alexander and actually getting Alexander to admit how he feels about me.”

He smiled. “For being so good with words, that man is hopeless when it come to socializing.”

“Well I was no better.” You said with a shrug.

“We’ll see you next year alright?” He confirmed.

“And this summer. After all, you’ll need to see our apartment.” You pulled him into a hug. “Thank you again.” You walked back to finish packing.

He smiled and watched you walk away. He sighed and turned back to jamming everything into his car. “Let’s just hope Alexander can figure out purposing without help, otherwise this’ll be a long summer for him and that ring he bought.”


Simon x Reader #13 

Warnings: smutsters once again 

Requested: yuuuusss by @sidewomanxix and @sidemenbase also @sidefan7 who asked for Simon smut 

Notes: *passes around the holy water* ~K


You rushed out the door, to head to the gym to pick up your boyfriend of 5 years from there. Simon had had JJ drop him off since he was due to spend the night at your place and it was easier to just have you pick him up. You weren’t late, but you didn’t want to be as you hadn’t seen him in a bit. With the life of a YouTuber limiting the amount of time he got to spend away from his desk, tonight was a rarity. Pulling up to the gym, you entered it and you immediately saw Simon in the corner of the room. You can’t say that you were particularly disappointed with the sight; his hair was flat and his skin seemed to glisten no doubt from the sweat of his workout. His arms were tensed, the lean muscle seemingly accentuated. Before he could see you, he did the classic gym lad move and lifted up his shirt to wipe away some of the sweat from his face. He wasn’t aware of it but you easily saw what hid underneath his shirt, and let’s just say that he had been putting in the work.

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kiaheck  asked:

I just found your blog and have a love for dear Greg Lestrade ❤️ could I get a female reader x Greg, getting together, maybe she's a co worker and some angst but a happy fluffy ending? You would make my day! 😝🤗

“Morning detective inspector,” you smiled “I hate to say this but I’m not surprised to see you here.” You joked standing in front of Greg in the coffee shop near Scotland Yard. It was always a staple for you in the morning, the coffee at the yard never tasted the same. You blamed the three year old, half working coffee machine.

Greg smirked and nodded his head “Yeah well coffee is about the only thing that keeps me going, especially knowing that Sherlock’s on his way over soon…” he breathed out with a look of dread on his face.

You lightly tutted “And here I thought it was me and my gorgeous face that kept you going…” you sarcastically replied with your words laced with flirtatiousness.

Greg was now accustomed to your banter, however he still blushed.

“What can I get you?” You asked slowly moving up the line.

“Oh no, let me,” Greg protested but you held your hand up and he knew you were incredibly stubborn. He rolled his eyes and defeatedly huffed out, “Americano”

With a smug smile you ordered and collected it at the end of the bar “Thanks Y/L/N.”

“Anytime Lestrade!” You chirped and he held open the door for you “Oh who says chivalry is dead?” You smiled and ducked under his arm.

You both walked to the yard, sipping on your coffees. You were inches away from the door when your phone buzzed, then Greg’s phone buzzed too. You took it out and glanced up to Greg, your coffees were tossed away and you ran to his allocated police car with him.

“Anything about the hostage?” Greg asked as he started the engine.

You put on your belt and scrolled through your phone “No, not yet. Suspect is armed and a firearms unit are on their way.”

“You’re trained in firearms aren’t you? That’s where you were before transferring to my division, wasn’t it?” He asked. He remembered the first day you arrived and had been smitten with you ever since. It was hard not to fall for you and everything about you. You were beautiful and full of wit with a smart head on your shoulders. Everything Greg wanted.

“That’s right sir, I can try and negotiate when we get there,” you suggested “I am trained for this sort of thing.”

Greg knew you were more than capable but he was still reserved about it. But he agreed to it.

When you both arrived you grabbed a gun from the compartment in the boot as well as a bulletproof vest “Get behind me,” this time it was you giving the orders to Greg instead of the other way about. He did as you asked and you slowly moved into the building, taking small steps with a large amount of caution.

You saw two men standing there, one with a gun resting under his jaw.

“Drop the weapon!” You ordered standing with your feet slightly apart and your gun out in front of you.

The gunman hardly pressed the gun against the other mans jaw and he let out a loud sob. Greg barely had time to think about what he was doing and stood out from behind you in attempts to help the poor man, his heart was in the right place but his head wasn’t.

The gunman fired in Greg’s direction and you pushed Greg down, standing in front of him and taking the bullet. It hit right between your neck and collarbone tearing a hole in your flesh. The firearms group came in and took down the gunman.

Greg let it a groan, his head had bumped off the floor but you were in a much worse situation. He went wide eyed and scampered to your side. “Y/N? Y/N?!” He pressed his hands to your wound and you let out a loud yelp as the pain forked throughout your body “Someone get an ambulance!”

“It’s okay Greg,” you hoarsely spoke out as your breathing became erratic. Your eyes closed over and snapped back open again as Greg screamed your name, almost bursting an your eardrum.

“Don’t shut your eyes,” Greg pleaded with tears in his eyes “Please, Y/N. keep your eyes open! That’s an order!”

You lightly laughed “Yes sir…” you inhaled a shaky breath and struggled to speak again.

“It’s alright,” Greg stroked your hair with a bloodied hand “You don’t need to say anything. The ambulance will be here in a minute.” Greg kept stroking your hair and forehead. Your eyes shut again and he lightly tapped your face “Hey, hey come on now keep your eyes open. I need to tell you about your promotion.”

“Promotion?” You breathed out with fluttering eyes.

“Yeah,” Greg smiled through his tears “Im promoting you.”

“Geez if I knew that me getting shot got me a promotion I would have done it sooner,” you let out a breathy laugh and Greg smirked, amazed that you could still crack a joke despite the situation you were in.

“Very funny Y/N,” Greg shook his head with a smile that soon disappeared when he noticed your eyes were shut “Y/N? Y/N don’t joke about.” Greg’s voice trembled and he was drowning in dread. “Please, please wake up, for me.” He whispered, begging your limp body to respond and your shut eyes to open. He was desperate for any sign of life. He could hear sirens in the distance “Come on Y/N,” he gritted his teeth together and compressed your wound tighter “Don’t you dare leave me. Not before I had my chance to tell you…” Greg inhaled a lungful of air as his tears fell onto your cooling face “I just wanted a chance,” he sobbed and crashed his head to your still chest, gripping onto your bulletproof vest “I just wanted the chance to tell you that I love you.”

Greg couldn’t remember the last time he blinked. His eyes were stinging and all he could see was the white-grey vinyl hospital floor.

“Detective inspector?” A nurse called for him and he stood up, rushing into the room where you lay with monitors attached to you making various beeping noises.

“How is she?” Greg asked, not removing his eyes from you.

“Miss Y/L/N will make a full recovery,” Greg let out a sigh of relief “She needs time to recover…”

“That will be right,” Greg’s head snapped around hearing your weak voice “DI Lestrade never lets us have time off…” you teased in a joking tone.

“Y/N,” Greg rushed to your bedside and sat in the edge in your bed “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your mouth was bone dry. Greg realised and grabbed a glass of water for you, gently pressing it to your lips.

Neither of you noticed the nurse leaving.

Before Greg pulled away you brushed your hand against his, weakly holding it. He transferred the cup to his other hand before placing it down “Now’s your chance…” you trailed off and Greg furrowed his brows before his eyes shot open with realisation.

“Y-you heard me?!” He nervously stuttered out his words.

You nodded with a smile and cupped his face with your hands, Greg’s fingertips brushed again the top of your hand and the plastic IV drip that was attached to it.

“I really love you, Y/N.” Greg’s voice barely reached above a whisper.

“Finally…” you teased “I love you too, Greg.” Greg smiled and leaned forward, gently kissing you “Do I still get my promotion?” You spoke though the kiss with a smirk.

“Course you do.”

Prompt 1: Koi no Yokan

Written by: @born-potty

A/N: I had to. Hope you enjoy.

All of his life, Gray had struggled against the notion of Fate. Or Destiny. Or any crap like that. Like Keanu Reeves in The Matrix. I still needta watch John Wick 2. Dammit.

Loke had been unable to stop gushing about it. Apparently the sequel had outdone the original. He had his doubts, though. The first one had been really good, but sequels tended to not live up to the originals. Not all the time anyway.

Gray loosened his tie and yawned. It was the wrong time to do so since the train came to a lurching halt. Gulping down the yawn, he immediately reached up and grabbed the overhead handle to stop himself from slamming into other people in the already crowded train.

But it didn’t stop someone else from crashing into him.

The evening rush hour was always worse than the morning. On their way to work, people smelled so nice and fresh. On their way back, they smelled of defeat and sweat and disappointment. Nobody had a single damn to give anymore, so Gray expected people to bump into him.

He honestly never expected a cute redhead to bump into him.

The woman placed both of her palms on his chest to stop herself from hugging him. With one hand holding the handle and the other guarding his wallet, Gray had no means to push her away or even stabilise her. Not that she needed it, of course. No sooner had the train halted that she’d straightened with a muttered apology, brushing away the few stray strands of crimson hair which had come loose from her ponytail and tucking them behind her ear.

Is this the gods’ way of making it up to me after I attended an all-boy’s highschool?

She wore a business suit, the top two buttons of her white dress shirt now open. Her bangs were clipped to the right side of her head, and brown eyes now downcast behind her glasses.

Gray smiled. He knew he was about to say something very weird. The stars had aligned to make him bump into someone who wasn’t a hairy, overweight man with a dandruff problem. No way in hell could his poor social skills not muck this up.

“I see you just fell for me.”

She looked up. The doors of the train closed and it started moving again. Gray gulped. With the doors, his opportunity of hightailing it had also just closed.

I should not be allowed to talk to people.

“I beg your pardon, but I fell on you. There is a difference.”

There was an edge of sarcasm to her voice, but she mostly just sounded tired. Gray was happy that she hadn’t kneed him in the nuts. Anything he got was better than what he’d anticipated.

“Right. Of course. Sorry,” he said quickly and turned towards the window. What was I thinking about again? I lost my train of thought on a train. Ahh, I crack myself up.

He watched the lights flash by outside as evening settled over the city. The voice-lady announced the next stop and he sighed. His stop was still a long way off. About a half hour more of dangling. Just what he needed.

“Thank you, though.”

Wait, what? He blinked down at the redhead, who offered a small smile. “For holding me. Thank you.”

“I, uh, I didn’t-”

“I know. But you were more gracious than the others.”

You say that like you’re a connoisseur of bumping into people or something.

“Yes, well, neither do people greet each other with lame puns.”

“Yet you did.”

“What can I say?” Gray shrugged nonchalantly. “I felt something was missing in my life, so I took a course in weirdness after highschool.”

That made her grin. “It seems to have served you well.”

He couldn’t help his chuckle. “You’re the first one to say that to me, Miss.”

“Aren’t you lucky, then?”

“Very. I would shuffle my feet like a country bumpkin, but as you can see, I’m a bit short on space at the moment.”

Bringing up a hand to cover her mouth, she laughed. Gray liked the sound of that. It was nice. Soft and sonorous. Like church bells ringing on a lazy summer afternoon. Wait, no, too poetic.

The train-voice announced the oncoming station and Gray let go of the handle. “You hold it.”

She looked hesitant. “Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure. I’m used to it.”

And he was. When the train slowed down, Gray leant forward on the balls of his feet, against the momentum, and lowered himself down on his heels when the train stopped. The woman had taken his hanging handle with a grateful smile.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As people disembarked, he looked around for empty seats but frowned upon not finding any. The train started again and he leant back against the momentum this time. Like a pro, Fullbuster. Full points.

“I’m Erza, by the way. Erza Scarlet.” She must’ve seen his grin, because she rolled her eyes. “Yes, like my hair.”

Still smiling, he said, “Gray Fullbuster. Gray… like my life, I guess.”

The corners of her lips twitched, but she fought back the smile. “Fullbuster? That’s… odd.”

“I know. Evidently, when I get busted, it’s always in full. No half-assing.” He sighed dramatically. “Such is my lamentable legacy.”

“But hey, if you get busted a lot, you cannot say your life is gray.”

“Ah, but I don’t. I always get away with it. I’m just that good.” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and put in his breast pocket. “But I’m thinking I might start a law firm or a private investation agency.”


“Yeah. Scarlet and Gray, Discreet Investigations. I can see it now. It’d be pretty colourful.”

“Heh. Thank you for putting me first.”

“I’m a gentleman at heart, you know.”

“Oh? I see chivalry is not as dead as I thought.”

He smiled at that. “You know the chivalric code started out as a treatise on how to kill people, right?”

“Do you mean how the chivalry is derived from the Old French chevalerie horse-soldiery and was translated as cavalry in later times?” She tilted her head and smiled brightly. “Why no, Gray, I did not know that.”

Gray nodded, impressed. “Well, ya know what they say. Right action is better than knowledge; but in order to do what is right, we must know what is right.”

Her eyes sparkled as he said it. “Would that I had twelve clerks so learned in all wisdom and so perfectly trained as is Gray Fullbuster.”

He laughed aloud. “The Maker of heaven and earth has not many like to that man and do you expect to have twelve?”

“Why Gray,” she said with a smirk, “I do believe you just became my new favourite person.”

“What, I can just become your favourite person by quoting some Charlemagne?” He tutted. “You have low standards, Erza.”

They went back and forth like that for a time, their topics ranging from Beowulf (“Talk about plot armour, huh?”), to the Ramayana (“He knew how to uphold what was right, King Rama.”), to the Trojan War (“Pshh. Helen. What a bitch.”), to Troy (“It is unfortunate how Heinrich Schliemann destroyed what he was looking for. Imagine excavating Troy with today’s technology!”), to the German school of fencing (“Liechtenauer’s still pretty easy, though.”) and finally to medieval Italian armour.

“I rather like it,” Erza stated.

“Better than the German version?”

“Gothic armour is beautiful, but there is just something about the asymmetrical pauldrons of Italian armour that just speaks to me.”

“Fair enough.” Gray listened to the train-lady call out the name of his approaching stop. He smiled. “Well, that’s my stop coming up.”

Erza nodded. “I see. It was good talking to you, Gray.”

“Likewise.” He felt the train starting to slow down. “Listen, I know this is random and weird, but could I ask for your number? It’s not every day that I meet someone who speaks my language.”

She smiled mischievously. “Are you lowering your standards, Gray?”

“Hey, I have no dignity.”

“I leave it to Fate. If we are meant to meet again, we shall.” The train stopped. “Go. You’ll miss your stop.”

Gray didn’t believe in Fate. Or Destiny. Or any of that crap. Like Aaron Eckhart in The Dark Knight. He liked to make his own luck.

He remembered how Ultear had written to him from Japan that very morning saying that she’d met some guy with a tattoo on his face and they’d been going out. Said that she’d felt something hit her in the feels when they’d first met. Said it was what J. K. Rowling felt when she’d first conceptualised Harry Potter on that damn train ride.

It’s this incredibly elated feeling you get when you’ve just met someone with whom you might eventually fall in love with, she’d written. The Japanese have a phrase for that, you know. Koi no Yokan. Not exactly Fate or Destiny. But Inevitability, I suppose. Hitsuzen, if you remember Cardcaptor Sakura.

That damn cousin of his would never let him live down the fact that he’d watched – and enjoyed – what was essentially a girl’s show.

Gray didn’t claim to understand all that Japanese jiggery-pokery, but he thought that it was what he felt as he stared at the smiling redhead before him. As if he’d met someone wonderful and they were about to embark on some wondrous affair. A kind of excitement and light-headedness that he couldn’t quite decipher.

While he didn’t believe in the Fate crap, this Koi no Yokan business didn’t sound all that bad.

So Gray smiled back at Erza as the doors closed and the train lurched forward.

“Y’know what,” he said and brought out his phone. “It’s not my stop after all. Now, how about that number?”

#26 “I’ll be with him/her for better or for worse.” “It’ll probably be for worse.” “I knew that the day I met him/her.”  W/ Nathan Drake

AN: This was requested through AO3 and it ended up being a little longer than I planned.

You began drumming your fingers on the dashboard of the van, growing more and more anxious by the second. Where the hell were they? Suddenly, a hand placed itself over yours halting your movement, “Please… Can you give it a rest for just a moment? Honestly, you’re making me nervous.”

               You sighed and removed your hands from the dashboard, “I’m sorry, Chloe… It’s just they should have been here by now and we still haven’t gotten any word from them.”

               Chloe gripped the steering wheel, “I get it, Y/N… But let’s be honest on the long list of stupid things the boys have done this isn’t that bad… However, I’m sure they’ll find a way to outdo themselves.”

               You laughed, “Yeah you’re probably right…”

               Before you could say anything else you heard Charlie’s voice coming through the radio, “Look alive, bright eyes, they’re headed your way.”

               Chloe slowly put the van in drive, “Show time…” Sure enough a sleek black car drove through the quiet alleyway with Chloe discretely tailing them. The car pulled up to a seemingly random building and disappeared through a green door.

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People can sink so low...

I just saw a freaking post calling ZELINK ABUSIVE.

Originally posted by partyingzebra18

I don’t know what’s up with some people in tumblr calling whatever they want abusive. It’s like a disease. I see it with every ship. I guess they’re the type of people that, the minute they get into an argument with their significant other they break up, because for this people a relationship must be always perfect. If they like color blue and you don’t OMG THAT’S ABUSIVE!!! #sarcasm

And ppl calling Hylia responsible for “Link’s suffering and ruining his life”…. Geez. Because yeah, that totally makes sense. I mean, because that’s what the plot in a semi-canon manga says. Lets ignore that the other things in that manga doesn’t make sense (like Link being thrown into a dungeon for no good reason for example… oh oh and him being chained BY OTHER PEOPLE AND NOT HYLIA without a explanation)  or that suddenly the loftwings are semideities too…smh

Because nowadays is totally unncaptable that a hero does what is right because he wants to. Ya’ know…  Without expecting anything in return. 2016 and chivalry is dead.

Because it’s impossible for Link to be this courageous young hero that loves his land and wants to help everybody (you know the FREAKING QUESTS, where you have to save a kid or save someone because that’s the decent thing to do…)

Because is not like Ganondorf (or Vaati or any other evil incarnation) are the ones responsibles for all the land and its people suffering.

Because yeah. Is not like LoZ is fiction. Let’s make it problematic for the people who actually enjoy it. Let’s dig so deep and find imaginaryfaults in good characters and ignore the ones that are actually EVIL.

Drabble #5 - “Why are you so annoying?”

Submitted by: you-make-me-wander

Description: Lydia gets wasted and Stiles picks her up from the bar. Completely drunk, Lydia confesses her feelings for Stiles only to forget about it the next morning. Lucky for them, Lydia is smart enough to ensure that she’ll remember.

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

Part 5 of the “Birthday drabbles” series

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Cuts Both Ways

This is my new fanfic. I want to write more chapters. Let me know if you like it!

Sehun x Reader x Taehyung

Smut; Fluff

Words: 1231

My life was a boring routine until the day Sehun and Taehyung walked into it. How could two people so beautiful fall into my lap? Fate had finally been kind to me and I was going to relish every minute of that time. The stars were aligning and my heart was ripe for the taking but which one would hold the key to locking all I had to offer? Which one would love me the way I deserved after waiting all this time for the right man to come along? My mind had trouble contemplating the answer.  One was warm and sincere yet mysterious while the other was wild and fun with an air of sadness behind his eyes. Both had qualities I needed in my life. I found myself in love with both of them. In the end who would I choose?


Chapter 1:

The day started out like any other or so I thought. I woke up feeling like I could sleep for eight more hours. I pulled the cover over my head trying to drown out the sound of the alarm and the bright rays of sunlight that protruded through the window.  After about five minutes of tolerating the annoying sound I pulled the covers down and turned off the alarm. I tried to gather myself and find the strength to get up. I laid there with my eyes wide open and mouth turned into a frown.  I don’t know why I am frowning! It’s Friday and I’m really forward to the long Liberation day weekend.  I rolled out of bed immediately wishing that I had not after the cold air hit my body. It was going to be another chilly day in August. I looked at the weather app on my phone and it said the temperature would be 40 degrees today in Seoul. I shook my head and made my way to the bathroom in an attempt to get ready for work.  I had a set routine that I followed. I turned on the shower and walked to the sink. I pulled my hair away from my face and put on my face cream. I brushed my teeth and did my best not to hit myself in the mouth with the toothbrush causing that painful white spot you get from rushing. I wiped the cream from my face and took off my sleep shirt. I quickly got into the shower trying to avoid the cold draft of air that circulated around the bathroom.  The heat was on but I could still feel the cool air sneak around the shower curtain to remind me that I needed to talk to the landlord regarding my drafty apartment. After leaving the shower the heat had finally overpowered the cold enough for me to get dressed comfortably.  I put on a pair of dress pants and a sweater accompanied by tights, high-heeled boots, and a choice of cute jewelry.  I didn’t have time for breakfast so I skipped it as usual. I grabbed my purse, hat, coat, and a scarf then headed out the door.

It was cold outside and I am sure my morning shower did not help the situation. I walked swiftly to the train station that was only a quarter of a mile away. I caught the 7:45 train and like normal it put me across the street from the office at 8:00 am sharp. Right on time as always. I walked in the building greeting people as I walked in. I went to the elevators and pushed the button. I impatiently waited for it to come counting the minutes in my head. Finally, it opened and I went in with about 7 other people. It was crowded and I was herded into the back right corner.  I asked if someone would please push the 10th floor and I heard a voice say sure. I thanked them politely and nestled in the corned.  The elevator started up. It stopped at the 2nd floor and 3 people got out. It stopped at the 3rd floor and 1 person got out. It stopped at the 4th floor and 2 people got out.  It was taking forever but at least now I could breathe. As the elevator door closed I noticed there was only me and one other person inside. He moved back to lean on the railing and I saw him for the first time. He was gorgeous. Wow I thought to myself. I wonder where he’s going. I looked that remaining stops and he was going to 10th floor with me. I blushed and wondered if he was new as I had never seen him before and I am pretty familiar with the personnel. He was dressed in a suit and tie that made him look like he stepped out of CeCi magazine.  The elevator reached the 10th floor and the doors opened. I looked at him and he looked at me. He smiled and I smiled back.

“After you,” he said.

“Thank you,” I replied as I walked out. “I see chivalry isn’t dead.”

“Not hardly,” he said matter-a-factly.


I said good morning to the receptionist and headed for the glass door to enter my key code. He stood at the desk and I over heard him say.


“My name is Oh Sehun and I am here to see Mr. Park. He should be expecting me.”

“Please sign in sir and I will call his assistant to take you to his office,” replied the receptionist.

"Thank you,” Sehun said and signed his name on the book sitting on the desk. After that he took seat in the lobby.


I made way through the door but before I did I looked back at Sehun. He gave me a slight wave good-bye and I blushed. I turned and made my way to my office taking off my hat, coat, and scarf. I hung them on the coat rack in the corner by the window and sat down at my desk. I turned on my laptop and started reading my emails.  Suddenly, there was a knock at my door.  I looked up to see Mr. Park Chanyeol who is the president of the company and Oh Sehun at my door.

“Hello Mr. Park.  Mr. Oh. How may I help you?” I said. 

“You know Sehun… I mean Mr. Oh?” said Chanyeol. 

“No. not really. We met on the elevator ride up,” I said.

“Oh. Well let me properly introduce you. This is my friend Oh Sehun. I have hired him as the new Marketing Director.  Today is his first day. This is Y/N and she is the Director of Account Management. You guys will be working closely together. I thought it would be great to introduce you two right away. I need my best people on this new account we’ve acquired.” said Chanyeol.  

“Great! Welcome to the company. I looked forward to working with you. May I call you Sehun?” I said. “Sure and may I call you Y/N? I am sure we will get along well,” said Sehun.

"Sure.” I said reaching to shake his hand.

 When our hands touched I felt a shock go through my system. His hand was so soft for a man although his handshake was firm. I looked into his deep brown eyes and I could tell he may be trouble. I thought I saw a hint of danger behind that beautiful smile and those kissable lips. He saw my expression and smirked. That’s when I knew I was right and I could fall for him. My body had already given me a hint that I tried to ignore but that face, his stature, his eyes, his lips!  I wasn’t sure I would be able to resist.  I let go of his hand and they walked out of my office strolling to their next destination.  I turned around and started back reading my emails. It was harder now to concentrate knowing that the handsome stranger from the elevator was my new co-worker. I don’t know how this will work I thought to myself. He’s very handsome but I can’t get involved with a co-worker. It wouldn’t be proper.  How am I going to handle being that close to him?

bri617aroundtheworld  asked:

How about: Olicity meet at a speed dating event that neither wants to be at but where forced to go to by friends/family. Either S5 or alternate first meeting? :-)


Alternate first meeting, obviously.

First, sorry about the delay.  I had @ohmyemilybett (the patron saint of betas) read it, and we’re in vastly different time zones.  Which means when I got the response at 3AM, I was already asleep.  My bad.

If Pokemon!Olicity was fluff, this is like cotton candy sprinkled with sugar that you eat while lounging on a huge, fluffy pillow.  It’s also super long.  Read at your own risk.

The opportunity arose to do something I’ve wanted to write for ages.  @ohmyemilybett​ gave me the idea first, but her variant is nine million times better than this.  At the moment, all you have is me.  In case this isn’t your jam, though, this is the one universe you’ll ever find it in.

Also, I have literally no clue about speed dating.  I live in the middle of Banjo Music, USA and occasionally I’ll see something on a TV show and be like, “Oh, yeah, that’s a thing.”  So if I’m off the mark, whoops.

When I moved this into Drive, it was nine pages long.  So the cut is going to come pretty early because who wants to scroll through nine pages of fic on their dash.

Tagging the Masque Fic Squad at the end.  If you want in or out, let me know.

“Hi, I’m Oliver.”

“I know who you are.  Your face has been on tabloids for ages–I haven’t been living under a rock.  No offense, but this isn’t your scene, is it?”

“I had no choice in the matter.”

“Hey, me, too.  Oh, yeah–I’m Felicity.”

“Nice to meet you, Felicity.”

“Oh, a handshake.  That’s… different.”

“Apparently I’m out of practice.”

“No, I like it.  It establishes us as equals.  It’s definitely the nicest greeting I’ve gotten tonight.  One guy tried to hug me.  I mean, I’m a hugger, but I like to actually know someone for more than thirty seconds first.”

“…Have a seat.”

“Wow, pulling the chair out for me?  That’s a nice touch.  They say chivalry is dead.”

“Despite common belief, my mother did raise me to have proper etiquette.”


“Everyone has five minutes!  …Begin!”

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anonymous asked:

Can you write one where Steve walks the reader back to their apartment building one night (they're neighbors) and a group of guys starts catcalling to her and confronts them and Steve is... Not too happy

uh YES i was actually gonna write somethiNGA LIKE THIS WTF mind connection me and you?maGIC??

Okay so I couldn’t help myself because I am trash for Steve tbh. I love you nonnie! feel free to send me feedback. I kinda changed it a teeny bit, I hope you don’t mind.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 1233 (i got carried away)

Warnings: none, but the guy says some creepy ass shit. also, bad language words lmao

kinda fluffly, not really. what would you label this? idk someone tell me!

“Second Date”

Both of you ran out of the bar, dying for breath. You laugh your ass off as you hold onto Steve’s hand, trying to make him run faster.

“Oh my god, I can’t fucking breathe!” you wheeze. “Dude, get moving! They’re going to know it was us!”

“I’m running, (Y/n)!” Steve yells, gasping for breath.

You may or may not have accidentally started a flood in the women’s bathroom. And Steve may or may not have accidentally started a fight with a group of guys over sports. It was just a mess. But a fun mess. You couldn’t remember the last time you had had so much fun on a date. Most guys just wanted to small talk and have sex. But Steve was different. He’s the most genuine and caring guy you’ve ever met.

You stopped running and turned a sharp right into a dark alley. You had to stop, you were running out of air. After a long time of going without sufficient oxygen in your lungs, it hurt to breathe.

“Shit, my lungs are literally burning,” you cough. You let go of his hand and held your sides.  “Fuck…cramp.”

Steve put his arms around you and bent his knees, “You okay?” he asked worriedly.

Oh shit, you were seriously falling for this guy. And it was only the second date.

You smile reassuringly while still panting, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m just not very fit.” That was lie. You were trained in martial arts.

Steve grinned back and took you by the hand, “Let’s get outta here. It’s almost midnight.”

Already? Four hours had already gone by, but it had felt like only an hour.

“Alright,” you say. “You don’t have to walk me, though. I literally live 6 blocks away.”

Steve shook his head and looked at you with his soft blue eyes, “No, no. I can’t let the beautiful lady walk home alone at this hour. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

WHAT THE FUCK? Why was he such a gentleman? Looking at Steve, you could confidently say that chivalry was not dead–it was standing right in front of you in the form of this beautiful man. You stopped yourself mid-thought. Stop it. Don’t think about how perfect he is. Shit. Now I’m thinking about it.

“Okay,” you say weakly. Walking side by side, you talk to him about the time you almost died at the mall.

In seconds, Steve is about to pee himself laughing too hard. He says in between his cute laugh, “Oh my god…that’s fucking…hilarious.”

“Language,” you joke.

You’re only one block away from your apartment when you hear another set of footsteps. Carefully, you glance behind you. There’s a man following you. Shit, shit, shit, shit. You fake a cough to get Steve’s attention, who looks at you with knitted brows. Then you nudge your head back slightly, signaling him to look behind. When he see’s the guy, he grabs your hand protectively. He takes a turn at the wrong street, so that the guy won’t see where you live. Maybe he’s just going in the same direction as us.

“Hey sweet cheeks, I know you saw me,” the creep shouts. Shit. “You mind if you take me home instead of this guy?” You gulp. Sensing your body tense, Steve holds onto your hand a little tighter. “C’mon baby, let me see your smile, huh? I’ll show you a good time in bed if you do.”

That’s it. You stop in your tracks and turn to face the guy.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” you ask sarcastically. 

“Who else would I be talkin’ to, sweetheart?” the guy asks annoyed.

“Well, I thought you were talking to your dick,” you smile innocently. “I didn’t want to interrupt, it sounded kinda important.” You drop the fake smile and put on a dead-serious face. You crack your knuckles, getting ready for a physical fight if it came down to it.

“Don’t be like that baby, I just wanted to take you in bed.”

That’s when Steve loses it. He takes long strides towards the creep and punches him in the jaw. You’ve seen a lot of fights, but this was a different level. He put all his weight into the swing and you could even hear the jaw crack. Damn. 

The creep fell on his back onto the sidewalk, holding his jaw in his hands, crying out in pain. “What the fuck, you asshole?” he mumbles.

“Next time you learn how to treat a lady right, or else I won’t go so easy on you,” Steve growled, stepping on the guy’s ankle. He cried out in pain. “I’m not going to waste my energy trying to break your ankle.” The creep staggered away, but when he turned back to look at you, Steve grabbed him by the collar. “Get lost.”

Steve sent him scrambling away, fearing for his life. The entire time you stood there with wide eyes. That’s not what you were expecting. You didn’t think Steve knew anything about combat. You thought he got muscles just from lifting. Steve walked back to where you were and grabbed your hand.

He looked at you, and seeing your dazed look he asked, “Are you okay, (Y/n)?”

Shaking yourself out of the trance, you reply, “Yeah I’m fine.” You could tell he didn’t believe you. “I was gonna knock him out myself,” you say confidently, trying to reassure him.

He smiled at your confidence and walked you back. “Glad I walked you back?” he asks with a smirk.

You scoff at him, “Please, I’m a professionally trained fighter.”

“Then why were you wheezing so hard back there?”

“Okay first of all, I wasn’t wheezing. And secondly, I’m not a cardio-kinda person,” you say defensively. This earns a chuckle from Steve. Ugh, his laugh though.

In front of your door, you face him, looking up at his calm face. He bit his bottom lip, trying to think of something to say. But you beat him to it.

“I would invite you in, but my roommate should be here by now,” you say with a bit of disappointment.

Steve looked down at his watch, “Damn, it’s really late. I promised your parents I’d bring you home by 11:00.” 

You smile at his joke, “Well, mister, you’re three hours late.”

He beams at you, and you’re almost blinded by his teeth. You give him one last smile before turning around to open the door. When you look back at Steve to wave goodbye, he unexpectedly wraps an arm around waist and gives you a deep kiss. Nothing too slobbery, but a perfect goodbye kiss. It definitely leaves you wanting for more. You’re about to drag him inside for a round two but you hear your roommate singing in the shower.

“Looks like we’ve been cock-blocked by my roommate,” you give an apologetic smile. Steve takes your face in both of his hands and gives you another kiss.

“Maybe, if you want, we can go to my place?” he says eagerly.

“I can’t, my parents are already so pissed with me,” you tease. You place your hands on top of his. “I’m free next Friday though. Maybe I’ll see you then?”

“You know it, doll,” Steve says, gingerly placing a kiss on top of your head.