paper bag clutch

Montgomery De La Cruz Imagine #1 (AKA FIRST ONE EVER)

It was 11:45 AM, only fifteen more minutes for lunch time. Y/N’s favorite time because she was always reading a new book every week and that’s basically all she did in her free time; reading calmed her and it became her very own stress reliever ever since her parents announced their divorce.  this week it was “Everything Everything” seeing as the movie was coming out this week, on Friday to be exact and she was a sucker for love stories.  Most times she would ditch her friends and eat in the library to read in a peaceful place without the ruckus of annoying students in the cafeteria.  After, impatiently waiting for lunch, the bell rang and she basically ran to the library with her paper bag lunch clutched in her hand.  Ever since she started reading at lunch in the library, she had found a secluded table towards the back of the library.  She speedily made her way over and stopped as she noticed it was already occupied.  She bit her lip and decided to walk closer trying to figure out who the person was and if she knew them.  As she got closer, she saw a brown haired boy and noticed he had slammed his fist on the table, it was loud to her since she was right by him.  She knew Montgomery since she had tutored him last year in History and he was in some of her class this year; she wouldn’t say they were friends though. Maybe a small “hi” or “how are you” was exchanged between the halls or out in the field but she couldn’t deny she wished she was close friends or just have him notice her.  She wanted to know the real him and not the Montgomery who pushed students into lockers or acted like an ass to look cool.  She licked her lips and approached him “Hey Monty, you’re sitting at my table” she whispered to him in a teasing tone as she approached his table.  He quickly looked up s he heard her voice and locked eyes with her.  “Oh hey Y/N, i’m sorry. I can leave if you want.  I was just studying and yeah but i can leave since you probably want to be alone at your table…” he wandered off, sheepishly since he couldn’t even complete a sentence in front of her, because in all honesty, Montgomery admired Y/N and wished he would gain the guts to keep some kind of friendship with her.  He assumed that since everyone knew about his reputation, she wouldn’t want to associate with him.  Meanwhile, Y/N wished to befriend him and possibly even more.  She softly giggled and shook her head as he rambled, “it’s okay, I don’t mind sharing as long as you share your Cheez-its with me” she nodded off to the opened bag of her favorite snacks that were by his books.  He shot her a grin and nodded “deal” he said moving is backpack to an empty chair beside him. Y/N sat down on the chair to his left side and reached for her book in her backpack and opened up the part where she left off reading last night.  She was halfway in chapter 11, when she noticed Monty was making the table shake causing her to softly giggle. She looked over at him, “are you okay? Do you need some help?” she softly asked him.  Monty bit his lip and shook his head “I feel so stupid, I never understand what goes on in class and I just feel like a failure” he said as he frowned and dropped his head down.  Y/N’s heart swelled at him and and his answer, she placed one hand on his back, soothingly rubbing her hand up and down, “you’re not stupid, Mont and you’re definitely not a failure, either.  Don’t put yourself down, okay?” She assured him.  He instantly got a smile on his face to her little pep talk and nodded, looking over at her “thank you” he said softly.  “So what are you having trouble with here?” she asked pushing her book to the side and leaning over to see Mont’s work.  “Chemistry” he mumbled in an irritated voice. She chuckled, “yeah, Chemistry is a pain in the ass although if you do less talking you can learn more” she teased him as she would constantly hear him chatting away in there Chem class every day.  He shook his head and laughed, “Mr. Cooper has a voice that bores me to death,” he said jokingly.  Y/N laughed “I don’t know. I think he has a lovely voice” she says disagreeing with him.  After her comment, they both look at each other and laugh.  She looked at Monty’s paper and shook her head, “you just need the date from last week’s lab and that will help you find the answers to this sheet” she pointed to the one in front of him.  Montgomery’s cheeks felt heated and he instantly felt stupid again since 1.) he didn’t have those lab notes and 2.) he needed her help to figure out that the lab notes were needed.  She chuckled and turned back to reading, allowing Montgomery to work.  After ten minutes, he turned to her, “so do you have the lab notes? I had a baseball game and left class early” he mentioned to her.  This caused her to gasp and laugh pretty loud, “and what have you been doing for the past ten minutes Monty?” she asked him.  He cheekily smiled at her, “I’ve been watching you read that book, not in a creepy way but you looked cute” he shyly said.  She shook her head at his response and pulled her notes handing them to him.  Another 10 minutes passed,Montgomery fully turned to her, leaning his head onto his arm, she looked up at him through her lashes and gave him a questioning look.  “Isn’t the movie coming out on Friday?” he asked her curiously, she instantly grinned and nodded “yes! How did you know?” she asked him. He laughed “my sister keeps mentioning she wants to see it to her boyfriend” he said rolling his eyes and shrugging. Y/N nodded, “I hope he takes her, she might need a shoulder to cry on” she mentioned, biting her lip.  “Do you?” He asked her, “Do I what?” she answered his question with a question. “Do you need a shoulder to cry on when you go see it on Friday?” he asked her once again.  This caused her to blush and bite her lip with a soft chuckled.  “Are you asking to be my shoulder to cry on?” she continued to tease him, wanting to hear him fully ask her.  Montgomery playfully rolled his eyes, “you’re going to make me fully say it?” he asked her, looking at her and receive a node from her.  He jokingly sighed, “will you accompany me as my date to see Everything Everything with me Friday night and allow me to be the shoulder you cry on Y/N?”  She grinned and nodded at his response, “yes, Monty. I would love to be your date and cry on your shoulder.”


this is my first imagine everrrrrr. so feedback is greatly appreciated and idk if I will write more but I was in my Monty feels and I’m pretty sure I’ve read all the Montgomery imagines on here already! and i’m super sorry if u dont like it. I also didn’t know how to end it so sorry for a shitty ending. ILY.

The Mom Ch. 1

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: Samchilil

Warnings: All the fluff!!! Seriously fluffy feels ahead…

Author’s Note: Here we go again, dear readers! Off on another adventure with The Nanny. What sort of scenarios are we going to get up to this time? ;)
Remember, feedback is love! <3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


The morning after the birth of the twins found you feeling like you’d been run over by a bus. Your muscles were sore and weak, you’d barely had any sleep and you swore if anyone tried to feed you yet another bowl of Miyeokguk you were going to throw it at them.

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greaser boy - part II

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1,269

A/N: Here is part 2 of greaser boy and I’m pretty proud of it. I hope I tagged everyone and again if you want to be tagged, just ask and I will gladly do so. 

Part 1

Originally posted by goldengrease

Originally posted by sebastianstahn

“He did not!” Nike squealed. A smile plastered across her face as you told her about your encounter with Bucky Barnes earlier that day. “I saw him and he looks like quite the catch.”

“He’s probably already forgotten about me,” You mutter. “With girls like Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff roaming the school? I am easily forgettable.”

“I guess you’re right,” She frowned. “But hey! Are you going to Thor’s party tomorrow?”

You shook your head, “I have far better things to do.” You crumpled up the wrapper of your, now gone, granola bar. It was lunch and you only had two periods left. Fifth and sixth. Bucky Barnes was in both of those classes.

“Heads up, Steve Rogers is heading over here,” Nike pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hey Y/N, Nike,” Steve smiled.

“Hi Steve,” You greeted.

“Did we have homework for Madden?” He asked referring to your shared math class.

“Yes it was the chapter review, questions one through fifteen, page 352,” You answered. “But it’s not due til Monday.”

He seemed to be making a mental note on that, “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Steve,” You smiled as he walked away. Your eyes flickered down to your hands.

Nike sighed, “That boy is so sweet, he gives me cavities.”

“I’m gonna go,” You stood up and gathered your things. “Bell rings in two minutes.” With your backpack slung over your shoulder, you walked out of the cafeteria.

“Where are you heading to, doll?”

Your head snapped in the direction of Bucky Barnes, who was walking next to you. He looked at you and smiled. Your heart immediately began pumping faster.

You straightened up and raised your head high, “Class.”

“Been looking for you. Turns out, you’re hard to find,” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Didn’t think you’d be searching,” You bluntly reply.

“You kidding me, doll? I said I’d come find you,” He continued.

Now, a bit agitated, you stopped and turned to him, “And here you are. You want a prize or something?”

A look of both surprise and admiration flashed across his face. He smirked and you watched as his tongue brought in his bottom lip before he lightly bit down on it.

“No need to be hostile, doll, it’s just a statement,” He defended.

The grip on your phone tightened a little. You knew you have no reason to be giving him smart-ass comments but he just got you so flustered.

“Do you like the school so far?” You asked instead.

He shrugged, “It’s fine. Really isn’t any different from my school back in Brooklyn.”

“So you really are from Brooklyn,” You mumbled. “Humph.” You didn’t think the information Nike had gotten from Margery was correct.

“I’m guessing you already heard about me before I even got here,” He said.

“There was a rumor going around,” You confessed. “About a troublesome kid from Brooklyn, that got kicked out of his school for getting into a fight.”

He let out a single laugh, “Not bad.”

“So the rumors are true?” You asked.

“Partially,” He paused. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes at what he just said.

“I kid,” He added. “It wasn’t really my fault, he threw the first punch, I simply defended myself. That’s not the only reason I moved. My Ma, she wanted a fresh start. Somewhere new.”

“Did you want to leave?” You asked, genially curious.

“Not really, no,” He laughed lightheartedly. “But where she goes, I go.”

You enter the classroom and walk to the back of the room before sitting down in your usual seat. Bucky sat next to you and watched as you got ready for the period. At one point, you looked up and locked eyes with him. You immediately averted your gaze.

The class was now beginning to fill up. Some students walked into the classroom clutching paper bags with various fast food logos plastered on them. Bucky leaned back in his seat and drummed his fingers on the desk. You hadn’t noticed before, but now that you were this close to him, you realized that he smelled really good. It was a mix of smoke, clean laundry, and cologne. It all managed to mend together perfectly, which was quite surprising.

He remained quiet for the rest of the period. Which you were grateful for because this class needed your full and undivided attention.

The bell was about to ring and you were writing down the homework that was assigned. Bucky stood up from his chair. You expected him to leave, instead, he remained in his spot. After packing your stuff up, you grabbed your backpack and stood up.

“I’ll walk you to your next class,” He said.

You weren’t used to attention from the opposite sex. Now suddenly, here comes Bucky, calling you ‘doll’ and saying that he’d walk you to your next class. It made you nervous, yet it also made your heart flutter.

“Actually,” You intervened. “Surprise, we have the next class together as well.”

A smile broke out on his face and oh my god, you next got tired of it. “Then we should get going.”

You tried your best not to look at Bucky from the corner of your eye. He held himself together with such confidence that it was almost cocky. He walked in a cool and collected way. Like he was walking up to a stand to receive a trophy.

The students, especially the girls, were eyeing Bucky as if he were a brand new toy. You hugged yourself, knowing that they wouldn’t even give you a second glance. Continuing down the crowded hall, you led Bucky to the next class.

“Nearly lost you there, doll,” He said once he caught up with you.

Instead of saying something to him, you simply walked into your next class and sat at your seat. There was a seating chart so you didn’t have to worry about Bucky sitting next to you. You told him to get instructions from Ms. Blackwood. He did and strolled up to her desk. He introduced himself and she assigned him to an empty seat that was two rows away from yours.

As he walked past you, he winked. You hunched over your desk and gripped the sides of the wood. You inhaled sharply and did your best to keep it cool. You couldn’t wait for this day to be over.

Even though Bucky was far from you, you still felt his burning gaze in the back of your head. It was infuriating because you couldn’t think straight the rest of the class.

As if on cue, Bucky leaned against your desk. He looked down at you and smiled. “Do you have a ride after school? Or do you have your own car?”

“I have a ride, thank you,” You replied.

Bucky walked with you towards the school parking lot. You spotted Nike across the lot. She was smiling widely and giving you a thumbs up. Bucky unlocked his car, a beautiful jet black, 1971 Dodge Challenger.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked and rested his arms on the car door.

“Looks like it, Barnes. I suppose you’ll come find me if you don’t see me,” You said.

He smiled, “You already know, doll.”

You turned on your heel and walked across the lot. Before you even reached her car, Nike was already clutching onto you. She was nearly screaming in delight and demanded to know every single detail of your second encounter with Bucky Barnes.

A/N: This will get a lot better, I swear

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Keep Away Part 4?

Here’s Part1/2 and Part3

Once they arrived back at the Tower Friday released him on the Iron Man disassembly platform. “Thanks Fri.”

“Anything thing for you boss.” Tony grinned at his baby girl’s success. Fury was going to be pissed but honestly the genius couldn’t give two shits.

5 minutes later he was in the kitchen attempting to put something together to eat when a strong smell of Chinese food came from his far right. Turning around he saw Bruce standing in his lab coat with a brown paper bag clutched in his arms. “Come willingly and I’ll feed you.”

“Oh Brucie I’d do anything for you…” Bruce just grinned at him and gestured him closer. “By any chance did you happen to order me some lo mien?”
“Of course.”
“I always knew you were my favorite.”

So for the next two hours Bruce was able to get Tony’s help on an experiment before he was stolen right from under his nose.

He wanted to blame Rhodes for being a sneaky fucker but he always did get a little tunnel vision when it came to his experiments.

It went a little like this….
Bruce was looking over some data points while Tony jotted down a few equations on a board across the room.
The billionaires phone buzzed, “Rhodey said he’s got a surprise for me but I only get it if I come now. You good if I leave?”
Bruce grunts, Tony leaves.

With Rhodey, “Damn Tones, what did you get yourself into this time?”
“I have no idea and it wasn’t even my fault!”
Tony was currently checking himself out in his bedroom mirror. Rhodey found him a cool new Iron Man t-shirt that he knew Tony would love. Which the genius did.
“Poor baby, should I take you to get coffee?”
“Um hell yes. What kind of question is that? Let’s go.”

They were walking down the street when the crowd around them started getting a little more rowdier than they already were.

“Man of Iron! I have come to claim you as my prize!” Swooping down Thor looped an arm around Tony before taking off.

“DAMNIT THOR!” Tony and Rhodey shouted at once.

It took Tony a few seconds of clinging to the ridiculous Demi-god before he had a realization. “I didn’t get my coffee!!”

How Justin’s entire face lights up whenever he’s around Brian, even when they’re broken up.  (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

Reminder Of The Past

THIS WAS REQUESTED my masterlist is ready to go here. If you want something written you can request it right here!

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Nothing really

Request: Can you do an imagine were you know stiles name and the pack is begging you but you don’t tell? Thanks

“Come on Y/N!” Lydia protested the second Stiles and Scott had left the room, inching closer to you. You roll your eyes, ever since the pack found out that you knew Stiles’ real first name you had been hounded for the big reveal. It was a pack bonding night and Stiles and Scott had just left to get some takeaway for dinner, leaving you alone with all the people that didn’t know Stiles’ real name, but wanted to oh-so desperately. “Please Y/N?!” Kira begged from the other side of you, “We won’t tell anyone.” She said and the others nodded in agreement, as if they felt closer to getting you to crack. You sigh, looking around the pack. “You guys realise this is one of Stiles’ most important secrets, I only know it because I was close friends with the Stilinski family before I moved away.” You say, taking a sip of your drink. “And this was when we were all 5. He told me so that I wouldn’t forget him after I moved.” You explain. “If you really want to know, just ask him.” You say as your pack exchange glances. “We’ve tried, he wouldn’t even tell me!” Lydia objected, her eyes boring into yours. “Come on Y/N, it’s only a name.” She said with a smile. You shook your head, looking down at your lap as you spoke. “To Stiles it’s not just a name, it’s one of the last things that his mother has given him. He doesn’t want to see it butchered.” You say, looking up to see the packs, understanding expressions. “I’m going to lie down, send Stiles to get me when he and Scott get back.” You say before turning and marching out of the room and upstairs. The remainder of the pack sit in silence as they hear a door upstairs close and lock.

Stiles was worried to say the least when he arrived home to find the pack minus Y/N sitting in deep thought. Liam looked up when Scott and Stiles entered the room, brown paper bags clutched in their hands. “What happened?” Scott asked, looking at his friends with concern. Liam ignored him, looking at Stiles. “Y/N had to lie down, she wants you to get her when you get back.” Stiles didn’t waste a second, pushing the bags into Scott’s hand before running upstairs, his sneakered feet thumping against the stairs. Scott turned back to his pack, repeating his earlier question. “What the hell happened?”

Stiles knocked on his bedroom door, calling through the wood. “Y/n? It’s Stiles.” He heard some shuffling and the door unlocking, Stiles opened it, revealing your slightly dishevelled appearance. “What happened?” he asked, moving into the room and closing the door behind him. “They wanted to know your name.” You say, and Stiles pales slightly. “I didn’t tell them.” You say, watching as relief pours over Stiles’ face, the both of you knowing how close Stiles wanted to keep his name. “I didn’t tell them but I started thinking about how it used to be when we were younger and I needed to get away.” Stiles knew you were referencing when there was no supernatural problems, when people were;t alternating between friends and enemies every 2nd day. When life was so much simpler. Stiles pulled you into a tight hug, and moved his head next to your ear. “Thank you.” he whispered. “Thank you for everything.” To both you and Stiles, his full name was a reminder. A reminder of how it wall used to be.

A/N: Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy it, I made it a bit longer then I originally planned, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Have a nice day/night xx

Mad-Eye barking about SECURITY was surely a sight to behold,
                 being new to the workings of The Order. So, once he’s left the
kitchen of the WARM and welcoming Burrow does Benjy merely
                 glance at her, at the American, and then offer the paper bag
that he clutches at idly in the silence. “LICORICE WAND?



title | Twitterpated

notes | Return of niece Allie in an au world where Iris and Eddie marry and have a little girl but Barry and Caitlin aren’t together (aka, not the same ‘verse as my family fics). Ostensibly can be considered in the same universe as my rambling fic, House Pride. Just a silly, cutesie story.

“Uncle Barry?”

He blinks, looks over at where his niece is sitting, belly up to the kitchen island while she munches on a plate of apple slices, and fixes her with an overly intent stare. “Yes Allie bear?” He replies to her expectant look–Allie won’t ask whatever question is dancing at the tip of her tongue until he actually verbalizes his acquiescence, she is oddly considerate like that (something he knows, with the utmost fondness, she does not get from her mother, who always barrels into a conversation regardless of whether the other person is ready for it or not).

“Are you twitterpated?” She’s fixing him with those warm, curious eyes, all wide and unassuming (insatiable curiosity is a trait she gets in equal parts from Iris and Eddie, but it’s that eagerness to learn and see and do that is one Barry’s favorite things in the world).

Still, the question startles him far more than her questions usually do–he chokes on the drink of water he’s taking and blinks rapidly in her direction, feeling a little off under the openness of her gaze. “What?” Because maybe he’s not understanding her (he’s pretty sure he is, but there’s always that chance).

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Just Like Old Times

a/n: requested

If the numerous empty bottles of water were anything to go by you’d been at it for a while. When you peeked at the time you confirmed that you’d been sitting at your desk for the last four hours and so far you didn’t have much to show for it. The blank document seemed to be mocking you.

“Dammit,” you muttered as you backspaced yet another line.

You’d been trying in vain to write an essay. You had yet to get a solid introductory line written. Nothing thus far seemed good enough to keep.

Midway through another attempt to start there was a loud tapping against your window.

You whipped around, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. It was almost midnight on a Wednesday. Your parents were sound asleep and your only company during the last couple of hours had been the ticking of the clock above your desk.

You stood and tentatively stepped towards your window, slowly parting the curtain to peer outside.

Relief flooded you at the sight. You quickly lifted the panel and stepped aside to allow him in.

“Hey babygirl,” he greeted with a grin.

“How did you get up here with all that?” you wondered aloud as you eyed two paper bags clutched in his hands.

Your bedroom was on the second floor and though you’d seen him climb the tree beside your window many times, you’d never seen him do so while carrying parcels of food.

“Hello to you too,” he avoided your question, setting the bags on your bed.

Though the tell-tale scent of your favourite food wafted through the air you kept your attention on him.

“And since when do you sneak into my room anymore. What are we, twelve?” you teased, unable to hide your smile.

“This is the greeting I get after nearly breaking my neck trying to surprise your ass with Mr. Chow’s? Hm, maybe I should go,” he moved to retrieve the bags, but you swatted his hand away.

“No! Thank you. You’re the best,” you admitted, already pulling out the containers.

“I know.”

“Shut up and eat with me,” you rolled your eyes as you settled on the rug.

“I want one of your egg rolls,” he stated, tossing his car keys somewhere on your bed before joining you on the floor.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a forkful of food already halfway to your mouth, “Why don’t you just order you own?”

He shrugged, pulling out his own container, “Cause I didn’t want a whole order. Just wanna taste one.”

“Boy please, you know exactly what they taste like because you’re always eating mine. Get your own,” you reprimanded.

Despite it, you stabbed a roll with your fork and transferred it to his container. Without further prompting he leaned forward to scoop some of his shrimp into your box.

This bartering of food was an unspoken tradition. No matter how many times you’d scolded each other for not ordering what the other had you still proceeded to ‘taste test’ and share meals.

“How far did you reach?” he asked after he’d devoured the remnants of his meal, a few minutes later.

You glanced up, almost forgetting that you still had a pending assignment awaiting your attention. Your shoulders sagged at the thought.

“Not far,” you pouted as you scooped the last of your food into your mouth.

Grabbing the supersized cup of slushy before you could reach for it he stood and walked over to your laptop. (You never questioned why he always insisted on getting one large drink instead of two normal sized ones) He peered at the screen for a moment before turning to you.

“The hell?” he chuckled, “You haven’t even started.”

“It’s harder than I thought it would be,” you complained, rising to your feet, only to plop down on your bed.

“It’s been four hours. When I called you said you were halfway through. There’s like five words on this page,” he pointed out.

“Well I was, but I read it over and it wasn’t making sense so I had to erase everything and start o- stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry, but really, how hard can this be? It’s just an essay.” his words were slightly distorted as he chewed on the straw.

“I’d like to see you write five thousand words on the evolution of the economy in Caribbean history. You wouldn’t know your ass from your elbow, so shut up.”

“I’d probably be able to write more than five words,” he teased.

He was too caught up in making fun of you to see the pillow come flying his way. So when it smacked him straight in his face and knocked the cap off his head you felt triumph swell within you.

“Don’t you have a song to write or an interview to do or something?” you quipped.

Instead of responding he kicked off his shoes and dived onto your bed, careful not to spill his drink. Nevertheless, you narrowed your eyes at him. He knew you hated when he ate or drank anything on your bed, but did it anyway.

“This counts for thirty percent of my final grade. I need to get at least a B plus.”

“You’ll figure it out. Don’t stress,” he offered from behind you as he lounged against your pillows.

“Easy for you to say. We can’t all be 21 year old, multi-millionaire superstars for a living, can we?” you muttered sourly.

With the quiet that followed you knew your tone was too harsh to shrug off. When you turned to face him you regretted your words. He’d come over with every intention of helping you relax and this was the way you repay him? He’d even bought you your favourite food. You instantly felt like the worst friend ever.

“I’m sorry. I’m stressed and taking it out on you, I’m sorry,” you repeated.

He placed the drink on your nightstand before patting the bed beside him. You scooted back until you were sitting beside him. He draped his arm around your middle and pulled you back till you were lying side by side then proceeded to nuzzle his cheek against your chest.

“You need to take a break. You’ve been working yourself like crazy ever since this semester started.”

“I just wanna do well,” you murmured, barely noticing when your fingers began raking through his hair out of habit.

“And you will, but you gotta go easy on yourself. All work and no play makes Y/N a dull girl.”

You laughed, despite yourself.

“When was the last time we hung out?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “You’re always busy.”

“Nah babygirl, you know I’d always make time for you. You’re the one that’s been busy.”

You couldn’t argue that because he was right. The many times he’d messaged in attempt to see you, you’d been the one to shut it down because you were busy with school.

Guilt began to eat at you as you thought about it. You’d been slacking in your best friend duties.

“You’re right. I’ve been a shitty best friend.”

He shifted then, replacing his cheek with his chin so he could look at you, “You’d only be a shitty best friend if you don’t come over for lunch this Saturday.”

At your hesitation he quickly added, “C’mon, Jazzy and Jaxon really miss you.”

“Aw, alright,” you conceded at the mention of his siblings.

He sat up, supported by his arm as he peered down at you, brows deeply wrinkled, “Wait, you’ll only hang out with me if my little brother and sister are there?”

“What can I say? They’re too cute to refuse,” you laughed at his incredulous stare.

“I climb through your window, with food, at midnight, begging you to hang out with me, but all Jazmyn and Jaxon have to do is bat their eyelashes and you’re ready to drop everything to see them?”

“You know they’re my babies,” you giggled when he rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed beside you.

You turned to your side to face him, snuggling up under the arm he left stretched out for you.

“Why did you come through my window? You could have called, I would have come down to open the door for you,” you wondered aloud.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he grinned as his eyes traced the lines in your ceiling.

“Not breaking your neck, maybe?” you used his earlier words against him.

He breathed a short amused sigh before you felt him shrug, “Just wanted to relive old times, I guess.”

You reminisced on the years when he’d scale the tree in your front yard some nights to get to your room. You’d lay in bed like you were now and talk about anything and everything. You’d listen as he spoke of things that happened on tours, people he’d met and secrets he’d confided in no one else but you.  You’d laughed and cried as you recapped the bits of each other’s lives you’d missed.

Again, the tiniest bit of guilt clawed at you when you realized it had been months since the last time you’d spent time with Justin and it wasn’t for lack of trying on his part.

The words of a conversation you’d had three years ago in this very position played clearly in your mind. You had voiced your fears of losing him as your best friend as he went out and explored the world. He had promised that wouldn’t happen.

“You’re still my favourite,” he murmured, interrupting the quiet that had settled.

It was as if he’d read your mind. Or maybe he was thinking of the same night. Either way, he’d murmured the same words he’d used to appease your fears all those years ago.

He’d vowed that no matter how many countries he’d visited, people he’d met or friends he’d made, you were and always would be his favourite person.

You scooted closer and craned your neck till your lips were close enough to kiss the bottom of his jaw.

“So are you,” you murmured as you tucked your head into his neck, relishing in his warmth.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to drift into sleep. The essay that had been plaguing you all night now barely an afterthought.

anonymous asked:

Jen comforting Josh pleaseeee

Thank you for the prompt! Again, this one wasn’t easy for me to settle on, but I got there eventually! Hope you like it! :)


The sweat coats my hair and dabs on to my forehead still, even though I’m almost home from the game.

Oh the game. The game, where I got my ass well and truly kicked. And then some.

I would laugh, but the throbbing from my ankle still pulses and burns. I probably shouldn’t be driving, but I’d somehow convinced everyone there that it wasn’t as bad as it looked. Hey, I’m an actor!

The gravel crunches under the tires and I grimace as I push down on the break, slowing into the driveway.

It’s just a sprain.

I turn the keys and cut off the ignition.

I let out a long breath before I click open the door. When I step out I only let my good foot drop, leaving the swollen one hovering just above the ground and my fingers curl tightly around the frame of the car. Jesus, get it together man!

It takes me longer than usual to reach the front door, limping a struggle and far too slow, so eventually, I settled for just hopping quickly. The sooner I’m in, the sooner I can sit back down.

“Josh? Is that you?”

I sigh, shakily, almost laughing thinking of the ribbing she’s gonna give me. “Yeah, it’s me! I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll be down in… in a bit!”

Shit it hurts. It hurts every step up to the bathroom. It hurts as I step into the shower before I switch my weight back to my other foot. The water helps, but running the towel over it as I dry makes me choke on a yelp. 

I can’t face the stairs, not again. So once I’m done and dressed into some shorts and a tee, I collapse in a tired and aching starfish on top of the bed covers, my hair still wet and my ankle still tight and hurting.

I close my eyes, only for a moment, I think.


My eyes fly open and I half sit up, then groan with the heaviness of my stupid, pathetic, now not okay ankle.

“Hey! I thought you were coming down!”

I smile sheepishly, having been caught napping, even though it was only for about fifteen minutes. Jen plops down on the bed beside me as I slide up slowly to sitting.

“How was your game?”

She leans in before I answer, her lips pressing to mine softly, sweet and delicate yet firm.


Her laugh falls out of her lips in a soft bark and dances around the walls. “Did you lose?”

I close my eyes and laugh through my nose, but nod my head too. “Sprained my ankle too.”

“Let me see.”

When I look at her again, she is deadly serious, and her lip is between her teeth as she worries.

“I’m fine. They looked me over, it’s just a sprain!”

I don’t stop her, and she wriggles her hands free of mine, moving to inspect the damage I caused myself.

So softly, her fingers ghost over the puffiness and the slight purple tinge. I flinch and she looks up and glares at me.

“I’m getting you some ice and some Ibuprofen. Here,” she reaches for the pillow on her side. “Keep it up. It looks like a bad one. DID YOU DRIVE HOME LIKE THIS?”

I don’t answer, just shrug and pull a face. She groans and rolls her eyes, making me laugh, but only once she’s halfway down the stairs.

When she breezes back into our bedroom she hands me the water and the tablets which I throw back, only hesitating slightly, the pain winning out. I feel tired and drained, exerted from playing so hard before I had to take a time out. My eyes are starting to drift closed, I can feel Jen’s weight come down on the bed beside me and the cool, wetness of the ice pack she just draped over my leg. Then nothing.

When I wake, it’s because the front door is slamming shut. Then her keys clatter on to the table right by the door, and she runs up the stairs, bursting into the room. She beams when she sees my open eyes.

“Oh, good. You’re awake. Here, Joshy. Dinner.”

I can’t help but curl my lips in a small smile back at her when I sit and actually see through my sleep. She plops down on the bed again, brown paper bag clutched in her fist. And then I beam back at her, the familiar, greasy, gloriously unhealthy smell wafting over to me.

“I bought you a Big Mac meal. And those cheese bites that you like.”

I laugh, taking my burger from her. “You mean that you like.”

“What’s mine is yours,” she squeezes out from the corner of her mouth, stuffed full with cheese burger. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’ve brought me this.”

She shakes her head, but I can see her grinning. “So what did you do?”

“Jumped for the ball, missed it, landed one footed - on top of Connor’s foot. I got off worse.”

“You idiot,” she smiles softly, her tone not at all matching her statement. She sounds pretty concerned, her eyes soft and gentle to match her voice. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine. Give me a few days with you running around after me, and I’ll be back on my feet in no time.” I smirk at her and bump my shoulder against hers.

She rolls her eyes again, leaning her head down to my shoulder with a scoff. “Shut up and eat you McDonald’s.” 

Robert [Downey Jr.] ambled past on the red carpet and I pounced with questions, including what was in the brown paper bag he was clutching. “Food,” he replied, “I don’t know how long the film is.”

A reporter recalling how Robert Downey Jr. packed his own dinner in a brown paper bag when he attended a premiere back in 2005. 

[source:  Vue, April 2013]

In honor of history being made today!

Bill and Dipper squeezed each other’s hands, leaning toward the TV with eager expressions.  Pacifica and Mabel were in a very similar state, breath catching in their throats as someone came toward the press pin.

This was it…

Stan was in the middle of guiding people around the museum when all of the sudden everything turned… rainbow?  Bright vivid colors danced before his eyes.  The sound of screaming, a sound like fireworks going off.

He rushed outside, a shower of colorful sparkles were falling around him, two rainbows stretched across the sky, the whole house was rainbow.

He burst into the living room- also rainbow- to find Bill and Dipper dancing around laughing.  Pacifica was hugging Mabel tight, both squealing in delight and jumping up and down, Mabel was still throwing rainbow confetti out of a paper bag clutched tight in her hand.   

He glanced at the TV- ‘Gay Marriage now legal in all 50 states’- and smiled at his happy family.  What a time to be alive.

anonymous asked:

yo what do you think of will crying really big sad tears when he goes to visit hannibal in his glass cage for the first time?

Will stopped at a liquor store on his way back to his motel room.  Whiskey for dinner, Will? said a voice in his ear.  It spoke with an accent that might once have been Baltic, but had turned mushy after decades of living in the United States.  Will fought hard not to look behind him for the person that he knew wasn’t there.

He stopped at a drive-thru and got a chicken sandwich to go with his whiskey.  Someone sighed in the back seat.  Will ate in the car, taking bites at red lights, and by the time he reached the motel all that remained of his dinner was a wadded up wrapper and a greasy paper bag in the passengers seat.  He got out of the car without looking at any of the mirrors and went to his room, paper bag of whiskey clutched in his hand.

“You’re upset,” the voice observed.

“Of course I’m upset,” Will said through his teeth as he slammed the motel door shut behind him, and then he was even more upset that he was talking to himself.  He flung his jacket on the bed, cranked up the heat, and opened the bottle.

“What is it that upset you?”

“You know.”  Will got the glass from the bathroom and filled it with three fingers of whiskey.  He knocked it back in two swallows and poured himself another one.

“Drinking won’t make me leave you,” said Hannibal.  “I’ll still be there when you wake up tomorrow.  And the day after.  Waiting for you.”

“I know, I know.”  Will pinched the bridge of his nose with the hand that wasn’t holding the glass.  “I know where you are,” he said.  The words came out thick and heavy and resigned.  “I’ll always know where you are.”