oh god the way he's holding her

Among the Crowd (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Soulmates’ worlds go from black and white to colors when they are in the same room for the first time. Bucky is a famous actor in the middle of a convention, trying to find his soulmate, you.

Word Count: 2,232

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean W. fic and I hope you all like it :D 

Originally posted by v-writings


Bucky took a swig of water, tightening the cap on the bottle before setting it to the side. His meet-and-greet was about to start. He could hear the bustling of the crowd right outside the door and took a deep breath. Alongside him was Clint, a co-star.

“You doing okay, buddy?” asked Clint, eyes concerned as he placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

After a few minutes, Nat Romanoff and Sam Wilson took their seats next to each other and the writer of the show, Bucky’s oldest friend, Steve Rogers, emerged from behind the black curtain that had been put up behind the actors.

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anonymous asked:

Just some Victor Fries wanting to protect female reader headcanons (yep the thirst is real)

(ABHSDBHASIDA ‘THE THIRST IS REAL’ I LOVE THIS)

Victor Fries wanting to protect you (female reader): 

  • Being super aggressive and violent to anyone he sees as a threat, but being a huge softie with you.
  • Freaks out over the smallest things.
  • “You’re bleeding, y/n!” “Nope, I just have some jam on my face.” 
  • A little overprotective most of the times, mainly because when he thinks about protecting you and keeping you safe, he thinks about Nora, and he doesn’t want to feel guilty about losing you too.
  • Probably threatens everyone you talk to, because he doesn’t know who to trust.
  • “If you hurt her in any way, I will freeze you to dea-” “Victor! They’re not doing anything wrong!” “How can you be so sure?” “Oh god, come over here, we need to talk about this.”
  • Always holding your hand or has his arm around you in some way, because he feels better when you’re closer to him.
  • Probably tries to build you weapons to defend yourself, but you don’t know how they work so he just scraps the idea.
  • “And what does this button do again?” “…never mind, leave the weapons to me.”
  • Super caring, will literally drop everything he’s doing if you ask him for something.
  • Watches over you when you sleep, and likes to play with your hair.
  • Whispering how much he loves and cares about you while he thinks your asleep, but you’re secretly awake to hear everything he says, and you always smile to yourself.

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We Got Married (M)

Originally posted by kthmyg

8.8k words. Arranged Marriage AU. Min Yoongi.

Warning: Fingering. Phone sex. ft Kim Namjoon.


It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.

It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.

And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.

Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.

Dear Yoongi,

Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.

Son,

I know you might hate me for this.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 3]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

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Summary: Jungkook can feel when your entire world falls apart, and his shatters into a million more pieces.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

JUNGKOOK’S POV

An immobilizing sense of panic shot through Jungkook, causing him to freeze. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, and his vision became unfocused in his state of unadulterated fear. Immediately, Jungkook sensed that the sudden emotion was being transmitted through your soulmate bond, and soon fear wasn’t the only feeling Jungkook was contending with.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Jungkook thought helplessly. He moved through the crowd, leaving behind whichever girl he had been talking to, and tried to escape the confines of the party. The sense of panic he had been feeling had suddenly ceased, which was even more worrying. “Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!

By the time Jungkook reached the front door, he was covered in a sheen layer of sweat–in part from the heat of the party, and mostly because of his increasing worry. He burst through the door, lurching into the cool, night air.

“Y/N!” he bellowed, head swinging side to side as he searched for you. Cursing, Jungkook realized he had no idea where to even look. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, so relying on luck, he turned to his right and ran.

Jungkook sprinted down the empty road, his footsteps falling heavily and echoing through the silence. His lungs burned and his muscles ached, but the cold grip of fear around his heart kept him running.

In his mind, he could feel your presence slipping away. Even if you were silent, there was always a warm, comforting feeling of your presence. But now, it was being replaced with cold nothingness.

He prayed that you were safe–he knew that he had caused whatever had made you so panicked. Jungkook wished he could go back in time, stop you from leaving. Maybe even go back further, and stop you from hurting at all.

But he knew that it was useless to hope.

As Jungkook turned a corner, he was blinded by bright, flashing blue, red, and white lights. An ambulance was stalled in the middle of the road alongside a single car. Jungkook’s feet skidded to a stop as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.

“No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. Staggering forward, Jungkook’s eyes began to water with unshed tears. A man stood in his path, so Jungkook grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun him around. The man stared up at Jungkook, his eyes wide and his face pale. “What happened!?”

“T-there was an accident,” the man explained, his voice shaking. His eye’s darted to the right, so Jungkook’s followed.

On the ground, a girl lay sprawled on the cement in front of the parked car. Two paramedics were kneeling beside her, assessing her injuries as they prepared her body for the stretcher.

Jungkook knew immediately that it was you. His body moved forward on its own accord as Jungkook’s mind screamed.

“No,” he repeated, his voice becoming louder. It cracked as he spoke. The paramedics turned around, alarmed at the sight of the distressed boy.

“Sir, please stand back,” one of them said, standing up with his hands in front of him placatingly. “We need you to stay out of the way so we can get to the hospital.”

“She’s my soulmate!” Jungkook cried, surging forward to get closer to you. The paramedic sprung up, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders and holding him back. “Let me see her! Is she alive? Oh god–tell me she’s alive!”

Jungkook’s hoarse cries filled the quiet night, his words becoming mangled together until they were indecipherable. Another pair of hands grabbed Jungkook and stopped him from struggling–he was pretty sure they belonged to the man who had hit you.

And god, Jungkook wanted to be angry with that man. He wanted to be furious. But Jungkook knew that everything was his fault. If you died, it would be because of Jungkook. The fight left him, and Jungkook crumpled to the ground.

Silent sobs wracked his frame as he kneeled, watching your lifeless body being whisked away on a stretcher into the ambulance. Sirens began wailing as the ambulance lurched to life, but to Jungkook, the sound seemed far away. He could only stare as the ambulance–as his soulmate–sped away into the night, disappearing into obscurity.

Jungkook’s mind was blank. He felt numb everywhere, he couldn’t even feel his own body. It was like he had slipped away and was watching himself from someplace else, wishing that what had happened wasn’t real.

He wondered if this was all just an elaborate nightmare. If, at any moment, he would wake up never having met you. That way, he had a chance to undo all the mistakes he had made. Jungkook wished that were true, but he knew better than to wish.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital,” the man from before spoke, his tired voice lined with guilt. “Don’t worry son, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

Jungkook felt himself being lifted, and he stood up shakily. The man led Jungkook into his car, struggling to get the large boy into the vehicle. They rode in silence to the nearest hospital, and by the time they arrived, Jungkook wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

-

Since he had arrived at the hospital, Jungkook had done nothing but stare at the walls in the hallway in front of him, waiting for you to exit the emergency room. After a few hours, your body was whisked away to an intensive care unit. Jungkook followed the line of doctors and nurses that wheeled you away, met by looks of pity.

The doctors tried to explain the extend of your injuries to Jungkook, but their words fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. You had been moved to a hospital bed, looking impossible small underneath thin, white sheets. There were cuts and bruises all across one side of your face. Like before, you were unresponsive.

Eventually, the room emptied out, and only you and Jungkook remained. He dragged a chair across the room, its legs squeaking against the cleanly polished tiles. Jungkook sat down beside your bed and did nothing but stare.

White walls and the scent of antiseptic surrounded Jungkook. His dark clothing was a stark contrast against all the white and pale grey around him. He hated everything about hospitals–they brought up so many terrible memories.

But for once, he was able to find comfort. The steady beeping of your heart monitor ignited a spark of hope within Jungkook.

From the night into the morning, nurses drifted in and out of the unit to check on you. They cast worried looks at Jungkook, who had not moved in several hours. One even tried to bring to bring him food, only to return an hour later and see it untouched.

People tried speaking to Jungkook again. He couldn’t bring himself to listen properly, but a few words lingered, like “serious head trauma” and “potential brain damage.” Those words echoed around in the background of Jungkook’s mind ceaselessly.

In the time Jungkook had spent watching you, he also had time to think. He tried to recall every one of your thoughts he had heard. Every conversation you had shared. It was impossible to reestablish them all–he had been listening to you for as long as he could remember.

In his life that had been filled with so many horrors and so much sadness, you were the one bright light in the darkness that surrounded Jungkook. And how, that light was so close to being extinguished. With nothing better to do, Jungkook whispered quiet confessions, hoping that even in your unconscious state, you would hear them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered, his voice rough after everything he had put it through. “I’m sorry for everything–everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said. I never wanted to hurt you, never. You mean the world to me.”

He could feel his eyes begin to water, but in the sanctity of the empty room, Jungkook did not stop talking.

“I never thought we would meet so soon,” Jungkook confessed, tears slipping down his cheeks. He reached out for your hand, holding it carefully in his larger ones. “I wasn’t ready. Right now, I’m not…I’m not a good person. I wanted to change–become someone you could be proud of. But in the end, you already knew exactly who I was. I wasn’t ready to face you, and I pushed you away. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook kept talking, pouring his heart out to your unhearing ears. He spoke until his voice faltered and he had no more words to say. But even then, he knew it wasn’t enough. He would do anything to make you understand. He wasn’t sure if you could live not knowing if you would every forgive him.

Suddenly, in his clammy palms, Jungkook felt your hand twitch. His eyes widened and jumped to your face. Your eyelids were twitching as you roused slowly. Jungkook leapt to his feet and searched for the assistance button.

“Nurse!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He jammed the button frantically, unsure of what to do as you began to wake.

Jungkook watched in awe as your eyes opened slowly. You squinted into the bright light, your eyes darting around the room as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“What happened?” you croaked, your voice hoarse after almost a day of misuse. Your eyes moved to Jungkook who was standing beside you. “Why am I here?”

“You were in a car accident,” Jungkook explained softly, a sense of relief flooding through him. His soulmate was alive–everything was going to be alright. “You have a few injuries, but you’re going to be fine.”

“Oh…okay,” you replied slowly, still not understanding. “But why are you here? Where’s Jieun? Who are you?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped in his chest. Did you forget?

“Would you mind telling me the date?” Jungkook asked, sounding much calmer than he felt.

“It’s August 6th, I think,” you said after a moment. Jungkook stared, wide-eyed. You had completely forgotten the past three months. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“My name’s Jungkook,” he spoke finally, trying to keep his voice steady. “Y-you may have forgotten me, because of your injuries. But I’m your soulmate.”

“Really? My soulmate?” you repeating, squinting in disbelief. “But you go to my university. Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“We didn’t find out until recently,” Jungkook supplied with a small smile. A nurse burst into the room, gasping when she saw that you were conscious. She called for a doctor, but neither of you paid her entrance any mind.

“Wow,” you breathed, a huge smile lighting up your face. “I can’t believe I finally met you. And that I forgot everything. Will my memories come back?”

“Probably,” Jungkook said, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted that to be true. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together, so you’re not forgetting much.”

“Hey, how do I know you’re not lying?” you suddenly demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. It almost made him laugh, and it definitely made him smile. “What’s something only my soulmate would know?”

“When we were younger, we used to think of love songs,” Jungkook remembered suddenly. “You thought of Taylor Swift a lot. I sang ‘Marry Me,’ mostly.”

“Right, we did that,” you confirmed quietly, blushing at the memory. You looked up at Jungkook, your eyes wide and vulnerable. “So, we’re really soulmates. Wow. Do you…do you love me?”

“Yes,” was Jungkook’s immediate response. He realized, in all the times that he had actually spoken to you, that was the first time he had never lied.

Eventually, a doctor entered the room and began asking you questions. Jungkook stared from the sidelines as the examination progressed. The entire time, your eyes kept jumping to Jungkook’s, a bright blush on your face. Every time, Jungkook indulged you with a smile, but he could only wonder when this wonderful illusion would fall apart.

- Girl in Luv

Wow!! Part 3 already guys. Thank you so much for all the support 💛 I know this is like cliffhanger after cliffhanger, but I have PLANS. This story’s becoming a lot more complex than what I had imagined when I first began writing it, but I hope you guy still enjoy it. Tell me if you liked it, and let me know what you think is going to happen! So thanks again for all the love guys!!! Happy reading 🤓

Long Way Down // Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of everything really


The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.

“You’re a coward,” you cried. “A fucking coward!”

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A Lion’s Pride - Sebastian Stan x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by jugheadcami

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N - So i’m gonna be using the same family if you like from I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa. So the usual Reader, Seb and Izzy.

Sebastian is really not happy when he see’s Tom trying to make a play at his wife. Little does he know it’s not like that at all. Major smut fest ensures.

Jealous Seb x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smut.

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Columbine High School’s Mascot - before and after the shooting

Earlier version of the Columbine High School rebel mascot on a t-shirt before April 20th 1999. 

And today. Note the conspicuous absence of a gun in the modern image. Interestingly, Eric Harris chose to go by the nickname “REB” or “Rebel” while attending Columbine. 

NEW YORK, Oct. 26 /PRNewswire/ - It’s been almost five years since Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold killed 12 students, a teacher and themselves in what remains the deadliest school shooting in U.S. history. Today’s kids claim that most of the time no one at Columbine even thinks about “Columbine.” They say they’re just like high-schoolers everywhere. But more than 60 interviews with students and members of the community reveal a school that dwells simultaneously in its past and its present, reports General Editor Susannah Meadows 3 issue of Newsweek.

Last week Klebold and Harris showed up again. On Wednesday police released a 15-minute video sowing the boys taking target practice in the woods six weeks before they opened fire at Columbine. Tom Mauser, who lost his 15-year-old son, Daniel, says, “It’s just too bad that it comes out in bits and painful pieces like this, rather than all at once.” But the video was only the latest reminder. In the wake of last year’s Oscar-winning documentary “Bowling for Columbine,” a new film, “Elephant,” depicts a massacre just like Columbine’s in unrelenting detail. 

“People keep saying, ‘Well, now are you back to normal?’ But there’s never going to be normality here,” says principal Frank DeAngelis. Since the shooting-era students left a year and a half ago, the school’s taken its greatest steps toward recovery. Though tourists still peek in while school’s in session, there’s more giggling in the halls now. “For the three years after the tragedy, it was a very different place. It was too quiet,” says counselor Susan Peters. 

One indication that the school is reaching a new normal is that bullying is back. A student was recently suspended for writing a note to a friend about wanting to get rid of Jeremy Lodwig, the lone boy on the color guard. Why would someone write that? “I’m different,” says the 15-year-old sophomore with bright orange hair glued into little spikes. “I have more girlfriends than I do guys.” Heidi Cortez, who was a sophomore when everyone hiding under the library tables around her was killed, says, “Did we not learn anything?” 

Because many kids - and armchair psychiatrists - think peer abuse may have contributed to Klebold and Harris’s rage, some students are strangely sensitive for teenagers. “You want to be like, ‘Oh, my God, I can’t believe she does her hair that way, she’s such a loser!’ [But] you try and hold yourself back. You never know if you’re going to be the one person to break them,” says freshman Jaimie Hebditch, a “watergirl” for the JV football team. 

Students whose older siblings survived the massacre are the most vigilant. Ty Werges, a sophomore on the soccer team, tells how he came upon some kids slamming shut the locker of a student who’s mentally impaired: “I was like, ‘Why are you doing that? Do you feel cool now?’ They were shocked because out of nowhere someone sticking up for another kid is kind of weird,” says Werges. 

But the bulling stopped. Columbine’s counselors (four out of five of whom spoke to Newsweek) argue that the massacre wasn’t caused by bullying and that kids will always beat up on other kids. For them the return of such behavior is actually something of a relief. “oh, it’s a girl fight. Something normal,” counselor Ken Holden says he hears colleagues say. 

The real legacy of the massacre lies in what’s missing. The Columbine mascot, a 1776 Revolutionary “Rebel” soldier, no longer carries a gun. The bare vinyl floors of the school are striking to anyone who remembers that all the carpet was ripped out after the mess of that day. The library, which was above the cafeteria and where most of the shootings occurred, has been removed and rebuilt in a different part of the school; now students eat their lunch in a sun-filled atrium that fills the space where the library used to be. The names of those who were lost are now inscribed on the memorial in the new library. 

What’s most surprising about Columbine is that, despite the ghosts of the past, all kinds of students - flag-twirlers, cheerleaders, self-described dorks, drummers, soccer players, choral singers - say they love coming to school here. “We take such a pride in our school,” says Danny Beyer, a senior in the choir whose older sister, Lauren, survived 4/20. “Even though we might not be the best, but because this is our school.” 

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“Have you seen Betty?”

Kevin looked up from his cellphone to see the dark haired James dean lookalike staring at him expectantly.

“Are you kidding me? That’s the third time you’ve tracked me down to ask me that question , I’m flattered Jughead, really, but if you put half as much time into looking for Betty as you do asking me where she is, I’m sure you would actually find her.” He smirked cockily from his seat in the student lounge.

Jughead rolled his eyes and quirked an eyebrow as Kevin placed his phone down.
“It’s the third of the month, she’s were she is on every third day of every month.” He explained plainly. Clearly Jughead was missing something.

“And where would that be?” The beanie wearing boy asked patiently. Kevin finally looked up at him and frowned confused
“You mean you don’t know? You guys have been dating for three months, haven’t you ever wondered where she goes every third day of the month?” He asked.

“I never noticed, things have been pretty hectic, now that you mention it… so where is she? Where does she go?”

Kevin scratched his neck suddenly nervous and uncomfortable, it wasn’t a secret that Betty hid from anyone but it was a personal story, one Kevin was nervous to share. Jughead sensed Kevin’s tension and nodded encouragingly
“She’s my girlfriend dude.” He said slowly.

Shaking his head Kevin began the story

“On the third day of every month Betty heads out to the poppy fields over in Pembrooke, she spends pretty much the whole night there. She umm… it was her and her brothers special place. Do you remember Chick Cooper?” He asked

Jughead nodded, Chick Cooper was Betty’s older brother, he left Riverdale one day and never came back, everyone assumed he was in college and didn’t have time to make visits.

Kevin continued
“Chick well… Chick was killed a few years back, he was killed in combat. That’s why Betty took that huge break from school. Well anyway, Chicks ashes are spread in the poppy field and Betty goes every month to talk to him, when they were kids they would get dressed up and spend hours out there. Betty continued the tradition on the third of every month, she left school early today to head down there.” Kevin trailed off as his phone began to ring “oh that’s Joaquin! I have to take this” with that the excited boy ran off leaving Jughead alone with his thoughts.

What kind of a boyfriend was he that he didn’t know that about his girlfriend? Her brother, her best friend, he was dead? She never brought it up, never mentioned it. Was she holding all that pain in this whole time. God Jason blossoms murder, that must have hit home with her, that’s why she was always trying to help Cheryl, giving her the benefit of the doubt, he could still remember the soft way she had reminded Veronica

“Remember, She just lost her brother.”
He should have noticed how sad her eyes were, how she seemed to go to a distant place in her mind. She was always there supporting him, confiding in him, and he didn’t even care to know her family story?
Suddenly an idea rang through his mind, hopping over the couch, he ran through the halls before finding Archie in a towel in the boys locker room

“Hey jug! What’s u…”

“I need to borrow your white button down, you keep an extra in here for emergencies right?” Jughead asked digging through Archie’s gym locker.

“Umm yeah sure, why the desperate need for a button down” Archie asked confused.

“I’ve got a date with Betty and her brother.” He stated simply, smiling and holding up the white shirt in victory.
Archie looked confused
“Jug, Betty’s brother, chick.. he’s..”

Jughead ripped his shirt off and pulled Archie’s over his shoulders

“A little big, but it’ll do. Thanks pal, see you tonight.” He slapped a hand to Archie’s shoulder and headed outside towards Fred Andrews old truck, Archie’s dad let him drive it almost all the time, it was crazy having someone who cared about you, it still made Jughead stop and slow down a little, maybe one day he’d get used to it, but for now he was just grateful.

He arrived at the Pembrooke poppy fields in record time, casting a quick look in the mirror, he decided to leave his hat. He didn’t want Chick thinking he was a weirdo, ghost or not.

It was easy to find Betty, she was sitting crouched in the flowers, her long blonde hair left loose just like Jughead liked, the gorgeous black, flowing dress was a dark contrast to the brightly colored Flowers and Jughead was almost certain he would never see anything as beautiful as this scene for the rest of his life. He made his way to her slowly as he heard her talking into the air

“…but Polly is certain it’s a boy, even though the doctor says it’s twins she doesn’t believe him, I’d love a niece but then again having another guy In the house might be nice, ya know with dad not living at home anymore.”

Jughead took that moment to step in
“Hey, what am I chopped liver?” He asked with a small smile, laughing as Betty jumped up, her eyes going wide when she first saw him.

“Juggie?! What are you doing here?” She moved to touch his arm, a gesture she had adopted to let him know she was happy he was here.

“I told you that it’s important for me to meet your family, I meant your whole family.” He finished softly, cupping her cheek with his palm as her eyes filled with tears

“Juggie.” She choked out.

“Plus I get to see you looking like the blackbird of my dreams” he smiled goofily as Betty gave a watery laugh, tugging him by the hand to sit beside her in the poppys.

“Chick loved flowers and he loved photography, I think you two would’ve really gotten along.” She smiled sadly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Well Chick, I’m sorry I never got to meet you, I’m sure you were an amazing guy. And patient too, living in a house with all those cooper girls.” He smiled as Betty snorted beside him
“I love your sister, I’m going to take care of her okay. You don’t have to worry about me hurting her, I won’t.” He looked down to see Betty staring up at him, her dark green eyes shining with love
“Also.. I know you would be giving me a really painful pat on the back, so take comfort in the fact that I appreciate the sentiment.” Jughead said up to the sky.

Betty and Jughead sat in that yellow and orange field for hours, talking to each other, talking to her brother and occasionally losing themselves to fits of giggles. This world was filled with sadness and the darkness tended to overwhelm the light these days, but in a poppy field on the third day of the third month, two damaged small town kids found love in each other and that was something to hold onto.

Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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Bucky Drabble 80 & 57

Request: The 80 and 57 anon here, I apologize for forgetting the character. I mean to put with Bucky, thx

80. “I’ve never kissed anyone.” + “This is a problem.”

57. “Calm down all I did was break his nose.”

A/N: I WILL CONTINUE THE REQUESTS TOMORROW, THERE’S SO MANY OF THEM! gOODNIGHT!

You and your teammates sat around on the couch, enjoying your day off and playing a little game of truth or dare.

“Just hurry up and pick someone.” Tony grunted, taking a swig of his beer. Sam glared at him.

Thor was off in Asgard, Bruce was still MIA and Clint was back home with his family which left you, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Tony. Sam’s eyes scanned everyone before locking on you. A smirk spread across his lips and he cleared his throat.

“Miss Y/N.” he says and you groan. “Truth or dare?” deciding to play it safe - like you always do - you choose truth. Sam rubs his facial hair for a second before having a lightbulb moment. “I dare you to describe your last kiss in extreme detail from start to finish.”

“But I picked truth.”

“Yeah but truth is so boring.”

You chuckle and shake your head. At that moment, Natasha looks at her empty beer bottle and stands up, leaving the living room to grab another beer. “I would describe my last kiss to you guys if I’ve ever had a last kiss.”

The whole team looks at you.

“What are you saying? That you’ve never-” you cut Tony off.

“Yup.” you nod. “I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“This is a problem.” Bucky spoke from beside you and you laugh.

You’ve had a crush on Bucky for a while now but due to the fear of rejection, you never did anything about it. As for Bucky, god you were the only person in the building worth talking to. He loved your voice and could listen to you talk all day. He annoyed the hell out of Steve by talking nonstop about you. Needless to say, Bucky was whipped and the pair of you weren’t even dating. 

“What do you mean it’s a problem?” you ask.

“I mean, there’s no way in hell a pretty girl like you hasn’t been kissed.” he responds.

You shrug. “I guess guys don’t find me kissable.”

“Bullshit, I do.” Bucky positions himself so he’s directly facing you.

“Wait, hold up, I zoned out a bit.” Steve says. “Did you finally admit your feelings for her? Did I miss it?”

“You like Y/N?!” Wanda exclaimed, smiling.

“Oh my god Steve, why.” Bucky groaned while the rest of the team bombarded him with questions.

You look over at him and grin. “You like me, Buck?”

“Yeah, I do. A lot more than I should, actually.” he responds.

“Would it help if I said I like you too? Because I do.” you say and Bucky locks eyes with you.

“Really?” you nod. “Oh thank god.”

You smile as he let out a sigh of relief. “If you want.. I mean… I wouldn’t mind if you were my first kiss.”

He bit back his excitement. “Really? I-I mean only if you’re okay with it because I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Plus this is your first kiss and first kisses are important. I just don’t want you to regret this in the future-”

You place your hand over his mouth and laugh. “Will you stop rambling and kiss me, Barnes?”

His words get caught in his throat so he nods and leans in, carefully pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. But it didn’t last long as he was harshly yanked away from you by Natasha who had just came back.

Before you - or anyone - could get a word in, she retracted her arm before her fist came in contact with Bucky’s face - specifically his nose. Bucky let out a loud ‘fuck!’ and held his nose as blood dripped.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Barnes?! That was her first kiss you asshole, how could you take advantage of her like tha-”

“Nat!” you exclaim, catching the attention of your red head friend. “It’s okay, I wanted to kiss him. I like him, he likes me. It’s all good.”

Natasha’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, Buck, I’m so sorry I thought someone dared you to kiss Y/N I-I’m.. uh.. congrats you two!”

She watches as you rub Bucky’s back, asking if he’s okay before the both of you stand up to go get him an icepack.

“What the hell, Natasha!” Steve shouts and she rolls her eyes.

“Calm down all I did was break his nose.”

KAI PARKER X READER

Blood

Desc: Kai’s father kidnaps reader, causing Kai to burst into a frantic, bloody, and violent rage as he does everything he can to protect you.

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She woke up in the back of his trunk, hands bound with cloth, hair sprawled around her precious face. She blinked her bright eyes open and rolled to her side, the pain that seared through her like hot red fire. She was wearing the same outfit of that as when she’d been knocked out by Joshua parker, a black tee and dark skinnies. She began to kick into the trunk, screaming out, not for herself, but for him.

“KAI!” She screeched in desperation, unable to break the magically sealed binds on her wrists.

It had been early nightfall when Kai’s father had come after her. She’d been able to catch only a moment’s peace with her treasured heretic before a bright blast had hit her in the back, and she’d crumpled onto the floor, the last sound she heard being Kai’s voice crying her name. She knew why Joshua had kidnapped her; it was the only way he could get Kai, and end him once and for all. Now it was dark out, probably around midnight, she presumed from the stars in the pitch black sky.

Suddenly, the car trunk was thrown open, shimmering rays of silver moonlight illuminating her saviors face.

“Kai,” she choked.

His hands were drenched in fresh ruby red blood, big blue eyes lacking their usual glow, lips bent downwards in such a way that the goofball she’d gotten to know seemed almost unrecognizable. His white tee was torn and covered in dirt, long arms stretching into the trunk as he grasped her curled and feeble form in his strong hold.

“Oh god, oh god,” he whispered frantically, more to himself than her. He scooped her bridal style into his arms, eyes flickering across her confused face. His slender fingers came up to brush a stray strand of hair back behind her ears, whispering an incantation under his breath that melted the binds on her wrists.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him as he gingerly set her on her feet and onto the soil.

“This is all my fault,” he breathed, hands cupping at her face, tears coming to his eyes. “Y/N, please, run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” she protested, locking her fingers around his, eyebrows furrowed.

“Now would be a good time to say your goodbye’s,” a voice said from behind her.

Joshua Parker stood with his right hand raised, the left side of his face bruised up from where she assumed Kai had hit him. The look in his eyes was dark and cold, he had no regret for what he was going to do to his own son, nor what he had done in the past. The green grass seemed to droop where he walked, an aura of relentless hatred around his body.

Kai spun away from her at once, eyes locking on his father, his hands raising in front of her like a shield, silver rings glinting under the starlight.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, his voice dropping low, expression hardening. “Or I swear, I will gladly rip your throat out and tear you apart limb from limb.” Kai’s jaw was set, eyes hooded, and something about the way he spoke and held himself almost scared her, he never acted like this.

His father raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, eyes landing on the girl.

“Ka-” she began.

But in another moment she was thrown forward, her body ragdolling as she went soaring through the air and crumbling onto the ground at Joshua’s feet. A searing pain burst through her arm, and she went rolling onto her side, vision momentarily going black. Joshua parker raised a finger and drew a slit in the air, which began to slice a long red mark across her pale cheeks. Kai leapt forward, her name tumbling off his lips as he dashed into an invisible wall that held him back from her. An orange glow appeared as he began to siphon the magic, but it was so slow that nothing seemed to happen.

“Fool,” his father spat. “I didn’t want to kill you, that would be too kind. So instead you’ll watch as I take the one thing from your life that brought you happiness.”

He drew another slice in the air, now cutting down the flesh of her stomach, and she screamed out in agony as blood spilled across her front and over her trembling hands, tears flooding down her cheeks as Kai screamed out in anguish, his hands clawing at the barrier, knees shaking as he sobbed at the sight of her, looking more broken than ever.

“Please, PAPA!” Kai begged, so scared and fragile, just like the boy who had once been abused and isolated by everyone he loved.

She stretched an arm across the grass, fingertips touching the invisible shield. She was too weak to talk, but her fingers spread across the wall, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.

“Don’t,” he cried, raising his palm against the other side, fingers spreading out against hers, lower lip trembling as his own tears travelled across them.

She gasped out, body convulsing suddenly, the blood draining from her body and onto the grass. She gave a feeble smile to him, unable to utter how much she loved him in any other way.

All at once, where their fingers touched, the invisible barrier began to crack, shattering into a thousand pieces as it disintegrated under their contact. Kai stared in awe as the spell melted into his skin, his eyes closing as the magic flooded into his system like a drug. His fingers traced patterns across her flesh, wounds closing at once, the electricity from his magic sending electrical currents into her healed body. He stood up, eyes fluttering open as he cracked his neck with a faint smirk. His father stared in disbelief, taking a step back when he realized his defense system was down. Joshua gulped down the nervous lump in his throat as Kai approached him slowly, lips splitting into a twisted grin. Kai lifted two of his fingers into the air, and his father began to rise from the ground, panic spreading across his features. Kai released him at just the position where he wouldn’t die, but would instead be filled with intense agony. 

“How does that feel, papa?” he asked, snapping his father’s legs with a flick of his wrist. He twisted his fingers, and blood went exploding from his father’s body and onto Kai’s front, to which Kai chuckled, drunk off the rush.

Joshua screamed out in pain, his voice filling the empty night, begging Kai to let him live.

“Kai, stop,” she gasped, watching in horror as he assumed an identity so unlike his own. She dragged herself off the earth and onto her feet, eyes pleading with his own.

Kai froze, dark glare softening under her gaze, “he tried to hurt you, and anyone who tries to lay so much as a finger on you deserves worse than death,” he snarled.

She grabbed his wrists before he could turn away, defiant as she grasped him tightly. 

“You’re better than him,” she stated.

Kai tried to turn his head away, unable to resist her control, but she forced his jaw back to hers. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” she commanded.

Kai’s teeth gritted together as he blinked through his long lashes with a shake of his head.

“You’re better,” she whispered softly.

She brought him back down from his craze, and Kai sighed, his shoulders relaxing, full lips parting as he went to speak.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she made out Joshua parker, raising his arm to give one final move before he collapsed for good. He coughed out a spell, and Kai’s ears began to ring, hands flying to his temples as he crumpled to the ground from the noise flooding his body. The girl caught Kai’s body as he sunk to the dirt and cried out, his blue eyes pained as they held to hers, and in the second where she saw him like that, where she was unable to do anything but watch him die, she understood.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” she snarled and dashed over to Kai’s father, arm swinging out as she dove towards his crumpled form. Her fist went smashing into his jaw, which cracked under the force, blood exploding across her knuckles. She slammed her fist in one more time for good measure, heart racing as Joshua Parker went still under her blow. She didn’t even care when his eyes met with hers before glazing over, she didn’t care when his heart failed to beat, nor when his body went still.

“Y/N,” Kai’s voice was distant as he pulled himself up to approach her.

She breathed heavily, hair all across her eyes as she stared in disbelief at her bloodied hands. She spun around, eyes locking with Kai’s blue ones. He looked at her with bewilderment, which was fair enough considering he’d never seen her act this way.

“Are you going to make me apologize,” she murmured, voice low. “Because I am sorry, but not for what I did to him. I’m sorry I let you let him live another second.”

Kai was close to her now, eyes flickering across her dark facial expression, wanting to feel scared or sad because of her newfound rage, but with blood on her hands and black in her eyes, he just couldn’t stop himself. His hands grabbed at her cheeks, forcing her face into his as her lips went crashing against his own. Her hands came up against his jaw, and both of them groaned softly against each other’s mouths as their bloody hands left red across their faces.

“I’ve never felt more scared of anything than I have about losing you,” her voice cracked as she pulled back, nose squishing against his. “I love you so so much Malachai Parker,” her face softened, eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person, I just-” she stumbled softly.

He pecked at her lips, bringing his bloodied fingers to her cheek and drawing a crimson heart on her flesh.

“Love makes us do crazy things,” he finished.

Life Choices

In which Dean and Castiel’s date is going great until Castiel gets pizza… with pineapples on it. 

(AO3)

“Do you want to grab dinner?” Dean asks hopefully.

His date with Castiel is going swimmingly and Dean doesn’t want the night to end just yet.

And neither does Cas if the way his eyes light up is any indication.

“Yeah, of course,” Cas says, shoving his hands into his coat’s pockets. “There’s this really great pizza place a few blocks down if you don’t mind making the trek.”

It was freezing, sure, but Dean didn’t want to say goodnight yet so he was going to brave the cold. Turning up his collar he says, “Come on, lead the way.”

“I swear it’s worth it,” Cas reassures him as they make their way down the street shivering. “You don’t have to order full pizzas. You can get individual slices so that way you can have more than one flavor.”

“How’d you find it?” Dean asks curiously. “I’ve clearly never been.”

“It was an accident, really.” Castiel runs a hand through his hair and Dean’s heart skips a beat. “I was going to my brother’s bakery and I could smell the pizza from out on the street.”

“You’re a big fan of pizza, aren’t you?” Dean teases, nudging Cas with his elbow.

“It’s good pizza!” Cas exclaims, smile big and gummy, and seriously, Dean’s heart is about to fucking give. “And, because of all the pizza ovens, the place is warm,” he says enticingly.

They turn a corner and, yeah, that’s definitely pizza that Dean can smell. He doesn’t realize that he’s literally sniffing until Cas smirks and says, “I told you so.”

Cas was right. The place smells like Heaven and is warm as Hell. As soon as they enter a girl with bright red hair shows up.

“Hey, Cas,” she greets him, nods a hello at Dean and turns back to Cas. “Your usual?”

“Yes, thank you, Anna,” Cas says to her before taking Dean’s hand and making his way to the serving counter. “There are millions of options.”

“And yet you have a usual,” Dean says absently, more focused on the, seemingly, millions of options. “Man, this is going to be like choosing between Star Wars and Star Trek.”

“You can come back for different flavors,” Cas repeats. “I’ll go catch us a table, yeah?”

Dean hums in acknowledgment even though he’d rather be holding Cas’ hand. After scanning his options one last time, Dean picks a slice of plain old pepperoni and makes his way to where Cas is.

He sits down just as Anna plops Cas’ pizza in front of him and-

“Dude, no!” Dean exclaims.

“What.” Cas pauses, pizza halfway to his mouth.

“There is pineapple on your pizza.”

Cas rolls his eyes. “I am prepared to argue about this till the end of time itself.”

“So am I,” Dean says, just as determinedly. “What kinda life choices man…”

“Pineapples have tons of health benefits,” Cas tells him.

“You’re eating pizza!” Dean counters. “I’m pretty sure anybody eating pizza isn’t really thinking about their health.”

“Well, I don’t see the problem,” Castiel asserted. “It’s sweet and savory at the same time.”

“Why would you pay extra for people to put that monstrosity on such deliciousness?” Dean asks, sounding genuinely worried about Cas’ logic.

“Ugh, Dean, what-” Castiel starts indignantly before a glass of soda is placed in front of him.

“Don’t you two fight like an old married couple?” Anna says.

“This is our first date, actually,” Dean tells her feeling a smile making his way onto his face. He really likes Cas.

“Couldn’t have guessed myself,” Anna smirks, walking away.

Turning to Cas, Dean holds out his hand, sighing. “Truce?”

Cas stares at him for a moment before leaning over the table and kissing him. Dean’s a hundred and ten percent sure his heart is going to combust because, oh my god, he’s kissing Cas. He doesn’t even mind the awkward angle or the fact that he can taste the pineapple Cas has been eating.

Cas pulls away and smiles down at his lap before looking up at Dean. “Truce.”

~

“Just remember that every time you put pineapple on a pizza an Italian dies.”

“Dean, we are literally naked. Shut up.”

Distracted

I am an amazing friend, right Saxxy? xD

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Sam x Reader
Inspiration: @saxxxology sent me the GIF and asked for sex and shitty puns with Sam. Challenge motherfucking accepted
Words: 1,311
Summary:
The reader gets easily distracted at the worst times
Warnings: Swearing, sass, and smut - oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I was just wondering if I could get a fix about Betty and jughead having broken up for a few months due to him joining the serpents. They both still want each other but they can't get past their different paths. Alice gets a job offer somewhere far away from riverdale so Betty decides to leave with her because it's too painful. Jughead finds out from the ganglike a day before she goes and tries to stop her and you can decide whether they get back together! It's a lot but Iloveyourstories!!❤

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“Are you sure about this Betty?” Alice asked, dropping beside her daughter on her lacy pink bed.

Betty looked away, her eyes staring blankly out the window,
“I’m sure mom, it’ll be good for you. This is a great job offer, Ohio is far but.. maybe I need this, maybe I need to start over too.” She glanced back up at her mother, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to ease her worried eyes

“I’ll miss my friends definitely but I’ll come visit! I mean dads still going to be here running the Register, what about you? How are you and dad supposed to stay married if you live apart.”

Something incredibly similar to sadness flashed in Alice Coopers eyes

“I love your father and he loves me but, I think we both need to find ourselves, this has been a very long year for all of us.” She added somberly.

“I know.” Betty whispered

“What about you? Won’t there be someone missing you?” As a mother it killed Alice to see the pain reflected everyday in her daughters eyes, she wanted to make it better but she didn’t know how.

“No mom, no ones gonna miss me” the hidden meaning wasn’t lost and Betty picked up her schoolbag, biting back tears as she headed for the door. With one last watery eyed glance at her mother Betty sighed

“I don’t have anyone to find me” she whispered, heading out the door and making her way to school.

Hal Cooper walked into Betty’s bedroom, smiling sadly at his frowning wife

“I’m guessing our plan didn’t work? She really thinks your moving and taking her with you? She really agreed to move?”

Alice nodded
“It’s worse than we thought. If this doesn’t give that jones boy a swift kick in the ass, I don’t know what will.” Alice shook her head, rising to stand before her husband as he placed his arms around her waist

“You know I’ll always find you right?” He whispered, dropping a kiss to her lips as she sighed contentedly.
***

“I’ll come visit you every other weekend, Daddy will make Smithers take me, and then I’ll spend the summers with you, it’ll be totally sisterhood of the traveling pants.” Veronica gripped Betty’s arm as they exited Riverdale High.

Archie grumbled and cursed under his breath like he had been doing the whole day since Betty told him the news
“You can’t just leave! You love Riverdale. You’ve been my neighbor since before I could walk, you can’t move!”

Betty smiled gently
“I love you guys and I’m gonna miss you more than anything, but.. Riverdale stopped being my home the day he ran away from it.” Betty waved at her friends before walking away with heavy feet.

Veronica said her goodbyes to Archie, dropping a kiss to his cheek and hopping into her towncar.

Archie made it to Jugheads trailer in minutes, his hand coming down heavy as he pounded on the metal door. Jughead came forward his eyes red rimmed and his hair a mess, he looked much skinnier, any other time Archie would have been too concerned to speak but not this time. Pushing past the leather jacket wearing boy, he stormed into the trailer.

“Archie? What are you..”

The football player cut him off
“You wanna isolate yourself from our friend group and never answer any of our text messages? Fine. You wanna join some biker gang that you were so adamantly against just last year? Go ahead. But there’s one thing you can’t do, and that’s break my best friends heart and cause her to move away, that I am not okay with.” Archie rambled,pacing back And forth in the makeshift kitchen.

“Moving? What? Betty’s moving? When? Where? What?” Jughead dropped the book he had been holding, pushing off the wall and eyeing Archie frantically.

“Oh now you care? That’s just great. She already agreed to leave, they’re going to Ohio Jughead, were never gonna see her again. She thinks there’s nothing left for her in Riverdale, not after you joined the Serpents and abandoned her. I mean come on! It’s Betty Cooper, How could you..”

Jughead breezed past Archie, slamming the trailer door on the way out, leaving Archie alone as he smiled smugly. Thank god.
****

He stood on the Coopers front porch, panting and out of breath as he rang the doorbell about a hundred times, Alice Cooper answered after a few seconds

“Mrs. Cooper” he puffed “I need too.. your daughter.. I have to” he tried to catch his breathe as Alice pointed up the stairs

“Bedroom.”

Jughead got his second wind almost instantly, sprinting up the stairs before standing outside her open doorway.

There were empty boxes on Betty’s bed and her clothes were folded beside them, Betty came out of her closet holding a box filled with clothes, her eyes widening when she caught side of the beanieless boy.

“Jughead? What’re you…”

“Don’t go.” He begged, his movements quick as he grabbed the box from her hands, her eyes startled and confused

“Don’t leave Riverdale, you can’t go. Please”

Betty looked away, her arms coming to cross over her body
“There’s nothing for me here Jughead, It’s for the best.” She whispered.

“No. no it’s not. You are Riverdale Betty Cooper, ever since I was little when someone mentioned Riverdale i instantly think of you. You’re the very foundation of this town. You can’t go, you can’t leave me.”

Betty’s eyes snapped to his
“Leave you? Leave you? But isn’t that exactly what you did to me Jughead? Leave me. You found a new family, found someone else and pushed me away, like I was nothing. You have some nerve coming to my house and asking me to..”

Jughead cut her off, dropping his lips to hers like she was his life line. Gripping her hips so tight he thought she might bruise, she melted against him her hands flailing at first before burying in his hair. When they pulled apart they were both out of breath

“I’m so sorry Betty. I should never have pushed you away like that, I should have held on. I just.. I was scared. I didn’t want you to be a part of all this” he shrugged his shoulders, indicating the jacket on his back.

Betty dropped her forehead to his
“You don’t get it do you. Jughead jones, I love you. I love every part of you. I want to be there for you, that all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t care about whatever jacket you put on. You’re still Jughead Jones. And as I may have mentioned, I love him very much.” She smirked as he breathed a deep sigh, his fingers coming up to caress his face

“You’ll stay here? You’ll stay with me? I promise you Betty, if you stay I’ll never let you go again. I won’t lose you again.”

Betty looked down for a second before looking back up

“I’ll stay.” She smiled.

Jughead swung her around, laughing as she squealed he wrapped his arms around her shoulder when he pulled away, Betty clapped her hands

“What do you say we hit up Pops to celebrate, you’re looking very skinny Romeo.”

Jughead nodded eagerly opening the door to her bedroom.

Both Hal and Alice fell through, nearly landing on the ground

“Mom! Dad!”

Both of the blondes parents looked up with guilty smiles.

“Alls well that ends well”

“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”

Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.

“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”

“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”

“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”

“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”

“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”

“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”

“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”

***

“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”

Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.

She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.

“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”

She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.

She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.

“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.

But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.

And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.

And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”

But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.

“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.

“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”

Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.

“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.

“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”

With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.

And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.

***

The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.

So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.

Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.

So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.

After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.

She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.

From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.

Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.

Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.

But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.

She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”

Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.

***

Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.

“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”

She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.

“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”

She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.

“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.

She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”

“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.

“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.

With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.

He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.

“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”

“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.

She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.

“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.

“Until you’re all better, babe.”

Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.

a-beautifuldayna  asked:

Hello! Jungkook scenario when he gets the reader pregnant not plan (you guys are dating ) you tell him & end up aruging and he blames you saying mess up things tell you to leave with the baby. You leave Korea for 4 years, come back with your daughter you guys see each other again. He wants to fix things but you dont after a few months you give him a chance.

Hi there! Thank you so much for the request, and we’re so sorry for the wait! Nonetheless, we hope you enjoy!

Btw, we kind of got carried away with this scenario and made it kind of long, haha! Hope you don’t mind!

-❤ Kat & Sar 💖

Jungkook Pregnancy Scenario


Everything in life seemed perfect. You had the job of your dreams, you lived in a beautiful city, and you had the perfect boyfriend. It was like a movie, or a fairytale.

But today, you realized that life isn’t perfect and that all good things must come to an end.

“Pregnant…” You watched as a look of pure terror spread across the face of your “perfect” boyfriend, Jungkook. “Y-yeah…” Your heart sank. This wasn’t quite the reaction you thought you were going to receive. “How?…” You knew it wasn’t planned. You thought you took all the precautions, but not even that had worked. “I don’t know…we did everything we could but…” your voice trailed off. He puts his head in his hands as he collapses onto the bed next to you two. “Listen Kookie…” you say as you gently take a seat next to him.

You wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his shoulder, “Everything will be alright…we’ll be okay…” He raises his head again, “Really?” A small smile forms on your face, “Of course, Kookie.” You rub his back, “This was an accident…but we can deal with it, we can get through it.” He looks at you, “Wow…are you sure?” You smile and gently cup your hands around his face, “Of course, Kookie. We just need to be calm.” He smiles back, “Wow, you’re being so brave, (Y/N).” He kisses your forehead. “Thank you, but I couldn’t do it without you.” He lets out a sigh of relief. “Of course, I’ll be there with you all the way through it.” Your smile begins to grow wider. “I’ll hold your hand through it and try my best to make it seem as painless as possible.” You giggle, “Thank you Kookie, but that won’t be for a long while.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean? We can’t wait too long, you won’t be able to get it if you do.” Now you’re confused, “Huh? Jungkook, what are you talking about?” You start to loosen your grip on him, “I’m talking about you getting a…you know…abortion.”

Your eyes widen in horror, “W-What, no?! Jungkook, no that’s not at all what I meant” He lets go of you, “(Y/N)…then what do you mean? You can’t expect us to raise it.” Your heart drops. “Why not?…” Piece by piece, you’re perfect reality was crumbling. “We’re still so young! We’re not ready! I’m not ready!” Your hands begin to tingle, “B-but…we can’t just…abandon it.” Jungkook throws his hands in the air, “Well I can’t just abandon my life!” Your eyes dart to him filled with shock, “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth! I still have so much I want to do. And I can’t do it with a kid!” You slowly shake your head. “Jungkook…” He stands up, “Shit, (Y/N). What do you want me to do?! I didn’t want this!” You stutter, trying to say anything but he cuts you off. “I didn’t agree to this, okay?! This isn’t fair to me!” He says, raising his voice even louder.

What he says begins to anger you. “Are you being serious? You are at just as much fault as I am! You played just as big of a role in making this as I did!” He jerks his head towards you, “This has to be your fault! I did my part!” He balls his fists up in anger, “You know what? You always screw things up! And now look what you did!” Your eyes begin to water, “Stop it! Stop blaming me, this isn’t my fault!” He starts to pace around the room. “Jungkook, I am not giving up on this baby. We brough-” “No! You did! This isn’t my problem!” You gasp at what was just said, “Jungkook, you are the father! There’s no changing that! You can’t just-” He waves his hand, “You know what? If you want to keep this baby so badly, then fine. But do it without me.”

More and more of those shards of your storybook life break apart, and they seemed to be stabbing at you right in your heart. “You can’t expect me to do this alone!” The pool of tears in your eyes begin to flow down your red hot cheeks. “I’m not dealing with this!” “You have to!” You walk over to place your hand on his arms, but he shrugs you off. “Don’t touch me!” He scoffs. “Jungkook please…please don’t leave me alone.” He turns his back towards you. “It your choice, (Y/N). You can either stay with me, or you can take the baby and leave.” More fragments of your once flawless life spiral down around you. You take in one last breath, steadying your breathing.

“Fine…” You make your way to the door, and before leaving you take one last glance at your now lost love, who’s back is still facing you. “Goodbye Jungkook…” You slam the door behind you. Crash.

There goes your fairytale.


~4 years later~

She giggles as you tickle her tummy. You two were on a plane to Korea, where you once lived. You continue to make her laugh, making funny faces or noises, and tickling her over and over. She laughs one last time before falling forward and placing her head in the crook of your neck, “Aww, thank you for the hug, darling.” You hold her tight, never wanting to let go. She was the love of your life. You would do anything for her.

You decided to take your daughter to Korea to show her more of her background. Once you moved to America where you raised her, she wasn’t able to be exposed to much of her own culture. You had about a week off from work, so you decided to use the time to expose her to her heritage. Plus, you missed your hometown.

Hours passed and you were finally able to unload the plane and make your way into the airport in Seoul. You balanced her on your hip as you used your other hand to carry your guy’s luggage. Before you knew it, you were in a taxi to head to your hotel, which wasn’t to far from the city you grew up in.

The next day, you were holding her in your arms as you walked down the streets you once knew. Every little detail, you told her about. Every little nook and cranny in the city, you had a story to tell from it. She listened, even if she didn’t always understand what you were saying. You took her to your favorite spots. The coffee shop, the store you always shopped at, even the library where you met her father. As you walked down the aisles with her and looked at all the different books, you couldn’t help but think of him. Each day she begins to look more and more like him. She has his nose, his eyes, she even smiles like him. It hurts. Her father was a man you grew to hate, and to see him in her makes it that much harder.

Before heading back to the hotel, you decided to make a stop at your favorite grocery store. You made an excuse to yourself, saying you needed some food. But really, you wanted to look and see how much has changed.

Her eyes widen in awe at all the pretty colors, like usual. You let her pick out a snack, as do you. You make your way to the checkout line, making sure to keep balance of the little one on your hip. As your waiting, she starts to feel fussy. She begins to whine, and you start to rub her head as you coo at her in an attempt to calm her down. “Darling, it’s okay. We’ll be at the hotel soon and you can take a nap okay?” You rock her back and forth, soothing her.

“(Y/N)?” You heard a familiar voice behind you call your name. Your heart drops, praying it’s not who you think it is. You decide to ignore the person, paying your full attention to your fussy child. “(Y/N)…Is that you?” You sigh. Please….please don’t let it be him. You turn around, your heart racing. And just your luck.

It was him.

You stayed silent. She clung to you, put off by the stranger. “Oh my god…” He says. You still didn’t respond. Instead, you rubbed her back and tried to turn away. “Hey…” He puts his hand on your shoulder, and she whines even more. “She doesn’t like strangers.” You say, turning away from him once again. “(Y/N), don’t be like that.” You let out another sigh. He’s right. You shouldn’t be acting so childish. Thankfully, the cashier calls you over. “Hold on.” You say, as you walk to check out. You pay and thank the cashier. “Your daughter is very beautiful, by the way.” You smile. “Thank you very much.” you reply, smiling down at your daughter. You begin to walk out the door, hoping he forgot about you. “Wait!” Damn. You stop, letting him catch up to you. “(Y/N)…” He says once again. You turn around, finally giving in. “Yes?” A smile creeps onto his face, but you continue to remain unamused. “It’s uh…been a while. Huh?” You nod your head. She clings to you once again, hiding her face in your neck. “That’s uh…” “Yes, it is.” You rub her back once again, reassuring her that everything was okay. He pauses for a while, looking at her. At the both of you.

“What’s her name?” He says, keeping his eyes on the both of you. “Areum.” You say flatly. He smiles, “It fits her well. Beauty. Just like her mother.” You frown at him, letting him know he was crossing the line. He lowers his head in apology. There was a silence between you two. “Listen, we should probably get going.” “Wait!” You look back at him, both arms wrapped around Areum. “Um…How long will you be staying here.” You hesitate, keeping your arms around her and a safe distance from him. “Why do you want to know, Jungkook?” He seems a little hurt by what you said, but he continues. “If you had any free time, maybe we could catch up?” You were hoping he wasn’t going to say that. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” He sighs, “Listen, I know we left off on a rough patch, but…” You shake your head, “Jungkook…no, I’m sorry.” He tries to step towards you, but you back away. “Please, (Y/N). I’ve been wanting to talk to you these last few years-” You start to get irritated, “Oh, really?! Then how come I never received a call or text, huh?!” You raised your voice slightly, which startled Areum as she squirmed in your arms. You turn to her, cooing at her once again and reassuring her that everything was okay. You sigh once again, lowering your voice to a normal tone. “Listen, Jungkook. I don’t want to talk to you, and that’s that. Now please, let me and my daughter leave.” You begin to turn around once again.

“No! Please! (Y/N) I regretted everything that night! I shouldn’t have let you go! I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve been there for her! It was the biggest mistake I ever made, and I’m sorry!” He rambles, and you stop in your tracks once again. He continues, “The day you left, I wanted to run after you and apologize. I wanted to take back everything I said that night. It was wrong, all of it! I don’t truly know why I never did, I just…I was to scared.” You stood there listening, with your back facing him. You listened to what he was saying, feeling conflicted. “I was hoping that maybe…maybe you would come back to me. That you would try and smack some sense into me, and convince me to stay with you and raise the baby with you. But you didn’t…you shouldn’t have. I didn’t deserve it. You were right for not coming back to me. And I was wrong for leaving you all alone to raise a child by yourself.” Your expression softens slightly as you continue to clutch onto your daughter. “I’ve never been able to live with myself since then. I kept telling myself to call you. To get back in touch with you. But, I was too ashamed. I didn’t want to face you.” You quietly sighed to yourself, you began to feel torn.

For four years, he left you alone. And in those years, your hatred grew for him more and more. You were stuck raising a child with no help whatsoever. And you love Areum. You would go through that struggle all over again if it was for her sake. But you couldn’t deny that it was incredibly difficult. You spent so many restless hours throughout the day working at one of your three jobs while Areum was at daycare, or you were spending countless, sleepless nights feeding her while your stomach growled because you only had enough money for her formula and baby food.

And you blamed him. You blamed him for all of it.

But now, he’s here, begging for your forgiveness. Something you never thought would happen, not even in your dreams. You thought he had moved on. You thought he found someone else as he continued to live his life without a care in the world. When in reality, he never stopped thinking about you. “I completely shut down when you left. I didn’t leave our -er, my house…for I think almost a month. They had to kick my door in and force me out. It took a long time to get back on my feet, but I did. And I got a job. A real job. I raised money, and I…I set money aside so I could go see you and…her.” You raised your eyebrows, shocked. You slowly turn around. He continues once more, “I…I guess I don’t need to use it to fly to America anymore. I had also been saving money to send to you, to help you out. But, I was still too scared to face you.” You stared at him wide eyed. “I’m sorry I should’ve sent it to you a long time ago I just…” You nod your head, urging him to move on. “M-my point is…” He takes a breath, steadying his voice. “My point is, I never stopped thinking about you, or the baby. And I regret the decision I made more than anything else in my life. It was a huge mistake. and I…I want to fix it.” He pauses, breathing in once more. “I want to…fix us.” Your expression has completely softened. You look down, trying to decide. Maybe…it’s worth it to have a little talk with him? You take in a long breath, readying yourself to say words you never thought you’d ever say to him..

“Areum and I are staying in the hotel down the street. If you stop by around this time tomorrow, we should be there.” You let out a shaky breath still surprised by what you’re saying. He smiles widely, “I will, don’t doubt it for a second.” You nod to him, “We need to go now, she’s getting cranky. But…we’ll see you tomorrow?” He nods, a giant grin across his face. “Yes, you will. I promise!” You nod once again, this time offering a small smile. “Goodbye Jungkook…I’ll see you at the hotel.” You say, as you walk off.

You begin to walk the opposite direction of him. Areum lifts her head to look up at you. You gaze into her big, sparkling eyes. Once again, you were reminded of how much she is beginning to look like her father. But for the very first time, this reminder didn’t bring hatred towards him. No. This time you felt a warm feeling spreading through your chest.

Hope.

Maybe this fairytale will have a happy ending after all.

5 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count:
 3,381 i love writing i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. very mature themes. this chapter has mentions of torture, non-con, bruises, being beaten etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“I could ask you the same thing, Serena.”


The once beautiful girl looked drained, she didn’t seem like your best friend, something had changed. Evidently. She was wearing a red silky dressing gown that had parted slightly at the front, revealing her matching lingerie underneath. Her overall appearance was outlandishly sexy and completely out of character, she would normally never wear anything like that, never mind be confident enough to answer the door dressed that way. Was she fucking Mr Lee?

“Sorry I think you’ve got the wrong house, it’s just me and my boyfriend home.” She smiled, talking just a little too loud for your liking,

“Serena what the fuck is going on?! Why are you here?” You whispered, just in case the dangerous professor was lurking behind her,

“I told you we didn’t order a pizza. I’m sorry you have the wrong address. You have to leave now-” Serena tried slamming the door shut on you, but a large hand gripped at the dark wood, stopping the door from shutting completely.

“Y/N.. Is that you?”

Mr Lee.

“Yeah, uh, my car broke down and I was just looking for some help… I didn’t know you lived here.”

Shivers ran down your spine when you saw him, he was still the same young, handsome professor you once trusted and looked up to. He was wearing a crisp navy suit, his black hair was slicked back and stubble shadowed his fierce features. Only difference being this time you were more than aware of his out of school activities, and he’d somehow managed to drag Serena into it too. Was she working for him all along?

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Imagine: You start your period at the Curtis house

You were cuddling on the couch of Ponyboy’s house with Pony. You two were watching a movie that Pony had been begging you to see. You were halfway through the movie when you felt your stomach starting to cramp. You were confused but decided to excuse yourself and go to the bathroom.

When you got there, you were horrified. You had started your period for the first time. Of course it had to be at your best friend’s house! You were shocked and utterly horrified to find that you had a blood stain on the back of your jeans. You slowly walked out of the bathroom and put your back against the wall as you walked back into the living room.

“Uh…Pony? I-I need to g-go home…” You stuttered, trying your best to hide the stain from him.

“What? But you don’t have to go home for another hour or so…” Pony said.

“Uh…you-you’re right…I’ll just stand here and watch it…” You said and gave him a nervous smile.

“Hey, that’s okay! I like standing, too!” Pony smiled and got up to stand next to you. Fuck! Now what were you going to do?

“Hey, guys! I’m home from work- WHAT THE FUCK! (Y/N)! YOU’RE COVERED IN BLOOD!” You heard Soda scream. You turned around and were faced with a horrified Soda, staring at the blood stain on your pants. Pony gave him a confused look until he saw the stain himself. Then, his eyes became huge.

“Oh-Oh my god! (Y/N)! You’re bleeding out!” Pony exclaimed, looking at his brother for help.

“I started my period while watching the movie, Pony. I’ve never been on my period before so I don’t know what to do!” You admitted. You felt like you were going to die of embarrassment.

“Uh-Uh…That’s okay! Um…I think we still have tampons from mom…uh, let me check.” Soda said, beginning to dig around drawers in the kitchen, searching for a tampon from his mom.

“This is not happening…” You mumbled, about to cry.

“FUCK! You are way skinnier than mom, there’s no way they’re gonna fit you!” Soda exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

“Look! I’m just gonna walk home! I don’t live too far from here-”

“Are you insane!? There’s no way you’re walking in your condition, silly!” Pony yelled, “Soda, hurry!!!”

“There’s just plastic bags, I don’t know what the-FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO!” Soda screamed, started to get frustrated and beginning to panic.

“I’ll go check over here…” Soda said, rushing to the other side of the kitchen. Just then, Darry walked through the door.

“Pony! (Y/N)! Soda! I’m home early!” Darry yelled through the house, walking into the kitchen after hearing Soda freaking out.

“We’re just gonna have to plug it up! I found this!” Soda panicked, holding up the sink drain.

“Okay, what the hell is going on here?” Darry asked, looking at Soda in confusion.

“Uh, (Y/N) is on her period for the first time and we don’t have anything to stop the bleeding and she’s bleeding EVERYWHERE!” Soda yelled, still searching for something to stop the blood.

“Ew, disgusting.” Darry mumbled and turned to you, “I mean, congrats, (Y/N)” Darry smiled and shook your hand.

“CONGRATS!? SHE’S BLEEDING TO DEATH!!!” Pony yelled, looking at you in panic.

“Oh my god…my stomach hurts!” You groaned, clutching your stomach tightly and squeezing your eyes shut.

“SHE’S HAVING CONTRACTIONS!!!” Pony screamed and ran over to the house phone, tripping on furniture on the way there. He grabbed the phone and started dialing a number. You heard Soda making a lot of noise in the kitchen. He was slamming cupboards and closets, searching frantically for something to help you stop bleeding as much.

“Hello? 911? MY FRIEND IS BLEEDING OUT OF HER VAGINA!!!” Pony exclaimed, holding the phone close to his ear. You mentally face palmed yourself and Darry rubbed his temple in annoyance.

“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME!? THIS IS NOT FUNNY! MY BEST FRIEND IS BLEEDING TO DEATH, YOU SICK BASTARD!” Pony screamed into the phone. Darry walked over to Pony and took the phone, apologizing to the operator before hanging up. Darry started talking to Pony, trying to explain what a period was.

“Listen, Pony. It’s just…the lining of (Y/N)’s internal organs…just spillin’ out of her.” Darry tried his best to explain it, but that only set Pony off more. He clutched his heart and looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“Oh no, (Y/N), oh no…” Pony whined and covered his mouth as he started sobbing, thinking you were about to die.

“Look, Pony, I’m not dying!” You tried to explain to him.

“I’VE GOT FROZEN PEAS AND A SPONGE!” Soda said, holding up the two items. We all gave him a look and he threw the across the room, beginning to search for something else.

“I’VE GOT IT!” Soda yelled, running to the coat closet.

“MAXI PAD ON A STICK!” He exclaimed, pulling out a sponge mop. You covered your face with your hands and cried.

“Oh my god! I want to kill myself…” You mumbled, completely embarrassed by the scene in front of you.

“Look, (Y/N), I think I know where mom might have left a spare tampon. C’mon, I’ll help you clean up.” Darry said softly, leading me to the bathroom. I sniffled and followed him. As I entered the bathroom, I heard Pony yell out:

“THE VAGINA IS WAY TOO COMPLICATED!”


(Inspired by this movie clip. My sister showed me this clip and I instantly thought of the Curtis brothers in this situation…)

Close Quarters

A/N: Anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader is really flirty and hits on him a lot, so Spencer doesn’t really know how to react. One day, they get stuck somewhere, and the reader mentions her interest (the request was for teasing, but I switched it up because I wasn’t sure what to tease him about). He kisses her and some smutty smut ensues. @coveofmemories @sweetg

                                                             —–

“You do realize she likes you, right?” Morgan said, motioning across the bullpen toward Y/N.

Spencer’s face dropped in confusion, the corners of his mouth stretching out into a grimace of sorts. “You think she likes me?”

“No, I don’t think, I know,” Morgan laughed. Y/N was constantly doing all those little things that one associated with flirting. Since she started, she’d taken any opportunity possible to get Reid to notice her advances. Nearly every morning, his coffee would be waiting on his desk, a little heart  adorning the outside in marker. If he was feeling down, she’d put her hand lovingly on his arm; she didn’t do that with everyone. She always laughed at his corny jokes and she seemed genuinely interested in his ramblings, whether they be about work or Star Wars. “She is absolutely into you.”

For weeks Spencer had wondered if she was actually flirting with him or whether he was reading into something that wasn’t there. He wasn’t good with this kind of thing and he didn’t want to assume that she liked him like that - maybe she was just being nice. Just last week, they were out on assignment together and he’d been rambling about the board game Parcheesi; he couldn’t even remember how they’d gotten onto the topic, but as per usual, he’d been rambling. 

“You know Parcheesi is actually the Americanized version of the Indian game Parchisi, which is the younger sibling of a game called Chaupar. That was a slightly more intricate version of Parcheesi played by Indian aristocracy, specifically Mogul Emperor Akbar, not the one from Star Wars…” He’d looked over to see her smiling from ear-to-ear, listening intently to his coffee-fueled Star Wars/Parcheesi ramblings. Spencer felt like he should’ve stopped there, but once he got started, he couldn’t stop himself. “In fact, Akbar made a life-size version of the game that he played in his palace gardens, using harem girls as the pawns.”

“Oh my god, what a tool,” she’d laughed, placing her hand on his arm. “Well, maybe you and I can play the American board game one of these days. I haven’t played it since I was a kid. I used to love it.”

A normal guy would’ve made a move at that point, actually, they probably would’ve made a move a million years ago, but Spencer couldn’t actually comprehend her interest, so he said nothing and changed the conversation back to work. 

Snapping back to the present moment, Spencer sat down at his desk just as Hotch called for him. “Reid, can you and Y/N take a look down in the file room for the Beyer case file from 20 years ago? It’s one of the few we haven’t put into the digital system yet and I’d like to give it to Garcia.”

Giving him a nod, Spencer called over to Y/N, who was fixing her third cup of coffee for the day. “Hotch needs the file on Beyers. Can you help me?”

“Anything for you, Spencer,” she smiled warmly, placing the coffee on her desk and heading with him toward the elevator. They hit the button for the file room and watched as the doors closed with Y/N playfully punching Spencer’s arm. She liked doing that a lot, and Spencer didn’t want to admit he thought it was cute. Lights flickered as they moved down floor after floor, when all of a sudden the movements ground down to a halt. “What just happened?” she asked.

This had happened to Spencer once before on a case; he was with Morgan at the time, and the elevator had been much more rickety. “I’m gonna say that considering the lights also went out, the building lost power.”

“Damn snow.” It had been slightly snowy and amazingly windy since this morning and apparently the power lines couldn’t take it anymore, so they were stuck. 

In reality only five minutes had passed since the power went out, but the silence that hung between, as well as something else Spencer didn’t know how to describe, made it feel so much longer. More than once, he’d heard a sharp intake of breath come from her. She seemed like she wanted to say something. “Spencer?” she asked. “Do you like me? Like, romantically? Because I like you and I’ve been dropping hints. I don’t know whether you haven’t reciprocated because you don’t feel that way or because you just weren’t aware that I’ve been flirting with you.”

“I…” he started, not knowing exactly what to say. When he looked up though, he could see the question in her eyes, the absolute need to know. Instead of saying anything more, he closed the space between them, pressing his lips to hers before realizing there was a camera in the elevator.

As he pulled away, she caught sight of what he was looking at. “The power’s down. It means the camera’s off,” she breathed, taking his face in her hands and turning him toward her again. “Kiss me.”

With a deep breath, he took another step toward her, backing her into the corner under the camera and bracing his hands on either side of her body. He swallowed hard as she snaked her hands inside his jacket, wrapping her arms around his waist. Once his tongue slipped into her mouth and they began to devour each other with no thoughts of the consequences of getting caught, she gently tugged at the shirt underneath her grasp. “I’m sorry,” she said, bringing her hands up to his face. She was going to quickly without any regard for whether he was comfortable or not. She’d wanted him for so long that hormones and need had outweighed everything else. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?” he asked, his heated breath floating around her neck. “Did I do something wrong?” Maybe he was a horrible kisser and she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. He tucked his hair behind his ear as she smiled at him.

“You did nothing wrong, Spencer. I’ve wanted you for a very long time, but I’m moving quickly without any regard for anything but my own need and that’s not okay. I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable situation.” Looking up at the camera and around the enclosed elevator, she wondered how much longer they would have to be in here - things might be about to get awkward.

Once again, her eyes darted to his lips, but just as she was about to push away to make this a little less awkward, he rolled his body into hers, taking her mouth in another body-searing kiss. “I want you too, Y/N,” he muttered, tangling his hands in her hair. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I just don’t know how to go about these types of things.”

With a smile, she lifted her right leg up, resting it on his hip. His hand drifted to her bottom, tugging her pencil skirt up just enough that he could touch her heated center. “Are you sure you don’t know how to go about these kinds of things?” she giggled into his ear, a gasp stuttering its way out of her as his digits slid against her core. “You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

His thumb grazed her cheek as their tongues danced around each other. From behind, his fingers inched ever closer to her clit, her panties dampening with need for him. “Do you think you can make me come before the elevator starts up again?”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He always did love a challenge. In response, he pressed his fingers deeper into her wet heat, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at his touch. “To answer your question, yes I think I can.”

She giggled into his ear, nibbling at the tender flesh at his neck as he worked his fingers against her aching sex. Thank god there were no eyes on them right now, no other ears within distance to hear her whimper for him. “More,” she commanded, reaching underneath his jacket once more to grab at his ass and bring him closer to her. “Make me come.”

Bringing his hand toward her front, he cupped her sex with his palm, rubbing gentle circles against her clit as his fingers slid inside. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, seeing the elevator lights go on out of nowhere. “New challenge, can you make me come before we get down to the file room floor.”

With renewed determination, he hooked his two fingers inside her, pulling them forward in that ‘come hither’ motion that brought the sweet, intense pressure to her innermost core. As the beginnings of an orgasm rolled through her, she grabbed his head in both hands and bit down on his bottom lip, which caused him to increase the pressure he was torturing her with. “Fuck, Spencer, oh my god.” Even though the wall was holding her up on one side and Spencer had her in his arms, she practically collapsed from the intensity of it all. “You won.”

“I think I won too,” he chuckled, taking his fingers into his mouth to taste her sweetness much to her surprise. “Actually I think I might have won more.” Just as Y/N ironed out the wrinkles in her skirt and Spencer readjusted his shirt, the doors opened with her walking out first and Spencer close behind. 

As they made their way to the file room, they overheard a conversation between two other agents they didn’t know that well. “I knew the power wouldn’t be out for long, we have backup generators,” the one man said. 

“Yea, I know,” his friend said, pressing the button for the elevator. “They have the backup generator so they can turn it on immediately. That way they don’t have to be without the cameras for long.”

Both Spencer and Y/N stopped dead in their tracks. Spencer sucked in his lips and Y/N bit down on hers. “The cameras were on?” he asked.

She nodded and shrugged. “Oops.”