rummaging through purses

anonymous asked:

Hey, could you write a fic where Jughead and Archie are working at the construction and Betty and Veronica are going to see them. And just as they arrive, Juggie takes his plaid off (he doesn't notice them), and Betty freezes on the spot and drools over the hot body he was hiding? And Veronica is just as impressed. // Oddly specific, but it'd funny and awesome to see/read, hahahaha

I had way too much fun writing this lol. Enjoy!

“Jug, could you hand me that hammer over there?”

Archie gestured to the beat-up claw hammer sitting on the workbench, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Sure thing, Arch,” Jughead muttered, grabbing the hammer by the grip and holding it out for Archie to take.

Jughead adjusted his hardhat, squinting through the glare of the sun to scan the perimeter of the construction site.

“Did Veronica say what time she and Betty were getting here?” Jughead wondered, squatting to the graveled road to pick up a wood beam and haul it to the other side of the work area.

“No, but my guess is that it’ll be awhile,” Archie guessed, placing a nail onto a piece of wood and forcefully hammering it down. “Kevin likes to talk when he’s nervous and he has that big history test tomorrow so I bet he’s going to have a lot to say.”

“When doesn’t he have a lot to say?” Jughead pointed out, tossing the wood into the pile and turning back to Archie with an amused grin.

“Good point,” Archie laughed, stepping backwards to take a look at his handy work and setting the hammer back on the workbench.

“God, how is it November and still close to ninety degrees out here,” Jughead complained, undoing the first few buttons on his plaid shirt and rolling up the sleeves. “What I wouldn’t give for an Arctic snowstorm or some sort of ice apocalypse right now.”

“Better get used to it,” Archie told him. “Working in construction like this? It’s pretty much hot all year around.”

Meanwhile…

“How long did they say they were going to be?” Veronica whined from the front entrance of the construction site, lifting her foot to show Betty the fancy heels that her mother had bought her for her last birthday. “These shoes were not made for walking on gravel and don’t even get me started on what this heat is going to do to the suede lining on this jacket.”

“Patience, V,” Betty told her, glancing down at her watch to check how long they had been standing there. “Jughead and Archie said to meet them here after we were done studying with Kev. They didn’t give me a specific time.”

Betty stood on her tiptoes to see around the giant tree blocking their view of the project that Mr. Andrews and his crew were working on.

“Maybe they meant for us to meet them down at the trailer,” Betty muttered, tugging on Veronica’s sleeve as she trudged through the gravel to lead them farther into the construction area. “Come on, let’s take a walk down there.”

As they rounded the corner, Betty could hear men hammering and lugging large planks of wood around the dirt-covered work area and she knew that they were headed in the right direction.

“Well trust me when I tell you that they do not want to feel the weight of my wrath if this jacket is ruined because-”

“Veronica, shut up,” Betty muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as something -or rather, someone - caught her attention at the edge of the construction site.

Veronica glanced up to follow Betty’s gaze, her eyes going wide at the sight of Jughead unbuttoning his plaid button-down to reveal a surprisingly fit, surprisingly attractive, bare chest.

“Holy hipster-meets-abercrombie,” Veronica mumbled, her mouth dropping open as Jughead tossed his shirt onto a pile of wood beams. “How could you not tell me that broody had a body.”

“I’ve never actually… you know,” Betty stammered, her pulse quickening as Jughead squirted his water bottle over his head, the water droplets trickling down his body in slow motion.

“Seen the abs under all that plaid,” Veronica finished for her, one eyebrow twitching up curiously as they both gaped at the boy standing in front of them. “Well girl, let me be the first to tell you - you were missing out.”

“Tell me about it,” Betty breathed, her cheeks flushing pink as the temperature in the air continued to elevate the longer she watched him haul the wooden planks from the truck to the pile closest to the fence.

“Well if you don’t do something about it after seeing our own personal screening of Magic Mike: Misunderstood High School Boys Edition, I most certainly will,” Veronica warned, rummaging through her purse to pull out the copy of the Grapes of Wrath she borrowed from their English teacher and fanning herself with it dramatically.

“Veronica!” Betty protested, nudging her in the side with her elbow.

“Sorry, B, but your boyfriend has a bod,” Veronica stated. “And it’s working for him.”

“Okay can you stop staring at him like that please, you’re starting to look like a cat in heat,” Betty noticed, her eyes drawing away from Jughead to watch in horror as her best friend bit her bottom lip seductively at the sight of Betty’s shirtless boyfriend. 

“You’re right, sorry,” Veronica muttered, shaking her head as if to draw herself out of a deep trance. “I just - I’ve always had this fantasy of a shirtless construction worker running towards me in slow motion - chiseled chest, dirt-smudged cheeks, a firm a-”

“V!” Betty shrieked, taking her by the arm and pulling her away from her view of Jughead.

“Okay okay, I’ll stop!” Veronica smirked, her eyes dancing wildly as she watched Betty’s gaze slowly drift back to a bare-chested Jughead. “But seriously, you’re going to do something about this right?”

“Like what?”

“B,” Veronica narrowed her eyes at Betty, wiggling her eyebrows at her suggestively as she glanced from Betty, to Jughead, and back again. “Do I really have to spell it out for you.”

“Oh,” Betty mumbled under her breath, her eyes going so wide Veronica thought they might pop right out of her head as realization finally set in. “Oh!

“Finally!” Archie called from the other side of the construction site, setting his equipment to the side and looking up to see his friends standing near the trailer. “What took you guys so long?”

“Oh you know,” Veronica called back, glancing at Betty slyly as her lips curled into an amused grin. “Just enjoying the view.”

“Yeah, the location’s great,” Archie agreed, turning on his heel to gesture towards to area of land behind them. “You can even see the river from over here.”

“Yeah, the river,” Veronica muttered as she and Betty took a few steps closer to meet Archie and Jughead halfway. “That’s totally what we were looking at.”

Jughead leaned forward to grab his shirt, but made no move to slip it back on over his bare shoulders.

“You okay, Bets?” Jughead asked, taking in her bewildered expression and flushed cheeks as he closed the space between them.

“Fine! Just a little…” Betty squeaked, her heart racing wildly as she struggled to pry her eyes away from his chest to meet his gaze. Being this close to him, Betty’s mind drifted to thoughts of her hands exploring his chest, her fingers running through his hair, her lips on his lips, his neck, his stomach. 

“Hot.”

Monthly Hero

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Nat and Fury are briefly mentioned

Warnings: This will give you cavities. And yes that is a warning. 

Word count: 1,403

Summary: Y/N is having the shittiest day,on her period and a certain Supersoldier drops by her apartment to cheer her up. 

A/N: I’m sick and on my period and I desperately needed some cute Steve to cheer me up, so this happened. Thanks to @fandommaniacx for helping me out with the title! Please let me know if you like it! xx 


Everything had gone wrong today. You had woken up too late, dropped your phone in the toilet and stubbed your toe on the edge of your bed. Now that you were attending the daily meeting with Fury, feeling something hot drip down your legs, you cursed internally. This was the last thing you needed. Thankfully, Fury cut the meeting quite short as he had to attend another meeting himself.

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Another Chance

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary : There was a severe storm where you were, which delayed your flight. As you sat in the airport, waiting for time to pass, you run into someone who will forever change your life. AU

A/N : Just wanted to make a fluffy Bucky fic. This is a rewrite of one of my other series, Written in the Stars. Hope you enjoy! 

Word Count : 2,354

Warning : Fluff and language.

The airport was crowded with strangers. All huddled in, either on their phones or staring at their laptops. Even the kids had a device of their own, eyes glued to the screens as if they were hypnotized. 


You sighed playing with the pages of your book. It’s been two hours since you arrived, and you were nowhere near boarding. 

The storm was chaotic, and even if you wanted to forget the trip and go back to your warm and comfortable apartment, you couldn’t leave. The roads were closed off around the area. Which only meant, you were stuck. 

There was a slight cold breeze, radiating from outside. Creating you to shiver though you were wrapped up in your coat. Not even the body heat around you could keep you warm. 

You suddenly remembered passing a coffee shop when you were running to catch your flight. It wasn’t too far, and you were sure it could help pass time. 

As you made your way to the coffee shop, you rummaged through your purse, looking for your card. 

“Dammit, where is it?” You grumbled to yourself. 

Without paying any attention to your surroundings, your body collided right into broad shoulders, almost making you fall. The sound of paper shuffling, and a soft grunt hummed in your ears.

“Crap! I’m so sorry!” You said, hoping you didn’t hurt anyone and bending down to retrieve the papers that fell. 

The stranger slightly chuckled, as he hunched over as well to help you. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” 

His voice made the hairs of your neck stand up. It was low and rough, but slightly kind of intriguing. You slowly looked up, and met the gaze of the most alluring blue eyes you have ever seen. They were warm, but inviting. 

He helped you up to your feet, his hand molding with yours, it created a sudden flutter in your stomach. 

“T-Thank you.” You stammered. 

The man before you was tall, making you crank your neck just to see him. And you definitely took the time to look over him. Your gaze traced over his long messy brunette hair, to his worn combat boots. He was lean, and perhaps well built under that heavy coat that draped over him. 

His lips slightly twitched up, flashing you a faint smile. “Are you okay?” He asked, a bit worried. 

You snapped out of your daze, and nodded. “Y-Yea, I’m fine. I am so sorry again, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, his lips curving more by the second. “It’s fine. Trust me. All that matters is that no body got hurt.” 

There was something about him that drew you to him, and you couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. But you shook off the thoughts immediately, and cleared your throat. 

“Um, here. I believe these are yours.” You muttered, handing over the pile of papers. 

As he reached for his belongings, you couldn’t help but glance down. They were drawings of people. Breathtaking silhouettes and portraits. 

“Thanks.” He muttered, catching your attention once again. He slipped the papers into his bag, and returned his gaze to you. “I’m James, but people call me Bucky.” 

“Y/N.” You smiled. “I’m lame, I don’t have a cool nickname like yours.” 

As you both chuckled from your cheesy joke, you couldn’t help but shiver from the cold breeze you felt earlier. It reminded you of what you were doing there in the first place. You glanced behind him at the line and suddenly you thought of something. 

“How about I buy you some coffee?” You asked. “Its the least I could do since I plowed right into you.” 

Bucky curved his lips, and ran his hand through his long locks. “That’d be great.” He stepped to the side and motioned for you to lead the way. 

You could feel his stare though you were a few feet in front of him. It made your heart begin to race, something you haven’t felt in a while. 

Finally, you reached to the front of the line. The barista seemed exhausted, and a bit annoyed, but the moment her eyes laid on Bucky’s features, her whole demeanor changed. 

“Hi, what can I get tarted for you?” She asked with a flirtatious smile. 

“I’ll have a small white chocolate mocha please.” You decided to answer first, just so she knows you were there too. 

The barista didn’t give you the time of day, she just punched in your order, and returned her eyes to Bucky. “And for you sir?” She bit her lower lip. 

Bucky shifted in his stance, pushing his hair back as he looked over the menu behind her. He was obviously not paying attention to the poor girl, it was kind of entertaining to watch. 

“I’ll just have a cup of black coffee, nothing else.” He smiled. 

“Of course.” 

You gave the barista your card, and paid for the two beverages. 

“Thank you.” Bucky whispered, leaning closer to you. 

The barista handed your card back, along with your order. With one last glance, you smiled. “No problem.” You stated. “It was nice meeting you.” 

Before he had the chance to respond, you started walking toward the back. hoping to find a single seat. You were scanning around, looking from one side to the next, until suddenly a couple got up from the table in the very back by the window, and made there way out of the shop. 

“Sweet.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Walking over, your phone went off, startling you for a second. 

“Hello?” you breathed, placing your purse down onto the table as you took a seat. 

“Hi sweetheart, just wondering what the update is.” Your mother asked. 

You let out a soft sigh, looking out the fogged window. “Still the same. Looks like this storm is going nowhere.” 

“Are you serious? Have you tried another flight, or a cab?!” 

“Mom, seriously there’s nothing I can do. I can’t even go home if I wanted too.” 

She only but huffed, and you could imagine her roll her eyes as well. 

“You can’t miss Christmas. This is the only time we ever get to see you.” She exclaimed. 

“I know. I’ll try my best. Okay?” 

“Okay sweetheart.” There was a long pause and for a moment, you thought the line had disconnected. 

“Hello?” 

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Your mother said. “Your sister and Todd have decided to show up after all.” 

Your heart felt as if it had dropped to the pit of your stomach. Your mothers words played in your head over and over again. 

“I didn’t know they would-” 

“It’s fine.” You lied. “Look, I have to go. My phone is about to die and all the outlets are being used at the moment. I’ll call you when I leave.” 

You heard your mother sigh. “Okay, love you. Be safe.” 

“You too.” You ended the conversation abruptly and shoved the phone back into your purse. 

Every part of you felt heavy. As the thought of Todd began to make your stomach churn. After all this time, you had hoped not to hear that name again. But here it was. Bringing back all the painful memories you thought you erased. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice rang from behind you. 

Looking back, your lips curved into a smile. It was Bucky. The cute stranger from just a few minutes ago. 

“No, not at all.” 

Bucky smirked, and walked over to the seat across from you. As he plowed down, he placed his bag over his lap, and ran his fingers through his hair. Something he did quite frequently. 

“Thanks, all the seats are being used.” 

“Aw, and here I thought you were just stalking me.” You teased. 

Bucky belted out into laughter, his shoulders bounced up and down. “You caught me!” 

“So, where are you off too this Christmas?” You asked. “Let me guess, the Bahamas? Completely opposite from this crappy weather.” 

“I wish!” He exclaimed. “But I am actually returning back from visiting my Sister and niece. I was hoping to catch a cab but the storm decided otherwise.” 

“Why didn’t you stay for Christmas?” 

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, taking a quick sip of his black coffee. Immediately burning his lip. “My sister wanted to spend the holidays with our father and lets just say he and I don’t get along too well.” 

You glanced down at your hands, feeling like a prude for asking him too many questions. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” 

“Its okay.” He cut you off. “What about you?” 

You decided to act on the sudden subject change and not ask anymore questions about his family. “Well, I am visiting my parents back home. It’s the only time we get to see each other really, so I try to make an effort to visit them. Though I wish I could skip out this year.” 

Bucky tilted his head, as he leaned back into his chair, lingering on every word that fell from your lips. 

“My sister and her boyfriend are going to be there, and I definitely don’t want to see them.” You exhaled. “Her boyfriend is my Ex.” 

“Oh.” Was all Bucky could say. He didn’t know how to react to something like that. The pain in your voice was so distinct, he could see just how much it hurt you. And though he wanted to know more, he didn’t want to force you into talking about anything you weren’t comfortable with. 

“But anyways, enough with the family drama.” You chuckled. “I noticed your drawings earlier. They’re really amazing.” 

He swallowed hard, clenching his jaw tightly as he held his gaze with yours. His drawings were something personal to him. Something he never shared with anyone because it was just a way to escape from reality. 

“Can I see them?” You asked. 

“Thanks, but they aren’t finished.” 

“Well from what I saw, I thought they were breathtaking.” 

He took another sip of his drink as well as you. The first sip felt so soothing as it went down. Definitely what you needed. 

Both you and Bucky talked for what seemed like forever. You learned a lot about him. From his favorite book, to the cute little childhood stories. You both shared so much about your lives, you were beginning to feel as if you had known the guy all your life. 

He made your stomach hurt from laughing, and your cheeks ache from smiling so much. But it was the best few hours you’ve had with a guy since Todd. 

“Okay, serious question.” Bucky muttered, pushing his hair back. 

“Uh oh! Here it goes.” You chuckled. 

“If your house was on fire and you had-” He paused and shrugged as he came up with a number. “And you had 60 seconds, what would you take?” 

You were taken aback, furrowing your brows as your locked your gaze with his. “What?” You breathed. 

“If your house was-” 

“Yeah, no. I heard you, I just-I don’t know. I never thought about it.” You whispered. 

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the loud sound of a woman’s voice speaking through the intercom. She was informing everyone that the storm had passed, and it was time to begin boarding passengers. 

You swung your legs and hopped out of the chair, and pulled your purse over your shoulder. “Man, i didn’t even get to enjoy my White Chocolate Mocha!” 

Bucky propped up on his feet as well, looking a bit bummed from the quick end to the conversation. “Guess thats you?” He asked. 

You nodded and forced a smile. “Yep. Off to spend some quality time with my awesome family.” 

“If your mom made that oh so amazing apple pie you talked so highly about, I’m sure it’ll be one hell of a trip.” He winked, making you snort with laughter. 

“Fingers crossed.” 

“It was nice to meet you, even if it were just a few hours.” He smiled. “I had a great time.” 

“Me too. I enjoyed hearing your crazy stories about You and your best friend-Steve right?” 

Bucky nodded, answering your question without a single word. 

“You guys are crazy.” You chuckled, reaching your hand out to him to shake.

This was it, you had to say goodbye to the stranger that somehow made you feel happy in such a short amount of time. Bucky reached for your hand, and pulled you into him. Giving you a gentle hug. He was warm, and so comfortable, you couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms. As if you were meant to be exactly right where you were. 

You barely knew one another, but somehow, you both felt such a strong connection. Like a pull you both couldn’t escape from. As he held you close to him, Bucky was trying to find the courage to kiss you. Every part of him feigned for that touch, since the moment you bump into him. He was so mesmerized by you, it was insane. But he was too late to make his move. 

Clearing your throat, you took a step back, pulling yourself away from him. Though a part of you didn’t want to leave. “Well I ought to be leaving. Don’t wanna miss my flight.” You said awkwardly.

“Yeah, of course.” Bucky smiled. 

“Goodbye, and good luck with everything.” 

You turned on your heels and made your way to the terminal. Leaving Bucky behind, with his thoughts running wild. He watched you until you faded into the crowd, until you were no longer visible. 

“Good job.” He mumbled to himself. 

Bucky reached for his belongings, until something caught his eye. And in that moment, as he reached for your phone that laid still on the table, a little pinch of hope sparked inside of him. Maybe this was fate giving him another chance? or maybe it was just coincidence. He wasn’t sure. But he knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t going to mess this up again. 

Without giving it a second thought, Bucky ran after you. 

The Lasagna Incident

Originally posted by letstalkwrestling

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: Cursing

Request: Seth Rollins 80- “Why did I marry you?” - “It took a lot of convincing.”

A/N: This was requested and I hope you all enjoy. Don’t forget to keep sending in those requests, guys.


“Damn it, where the hell did I put my keys?” you muttered as you rummaged through your purse. You’d just gotten home from the gym and you couldn’t find the key to your front door. You sighed, knocking on the door and waited for your husband to answer before you completely lost your mind. He opened the door a few moments later with a defeated look on his face and pasta sauce covering his shirt.

“Hey, babe,” he muttered, sounding quite disappointed. You quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house taking in his appearance.

“What the hell happened to you? Why are you covered in pasta sauce?” you asked as you took in his appearance.

“Well, you know the one year anniversary of our wedding is coming up soon but I won’t be here to celebrate with you since I have to work these live events so I thought I should make you dinner to surprise you.”

“What were you trying to make?”

“Lasagna, and it was going really well until I tried putting it in the oven.”

“What went wrong?”

“Well, apparently I’m an idiot and I spilled some sauce on the floor without noticing and I slipped on it, which caused all of the lasagna to spill all over me and the floor,” he explained, obviously upset with himself. You grinned as you imagined your husband laying on the ground, covered in lasagna and you couldn’t help but start laughing. “Y/N, it’s not funny!” he whined as you sat down on the couch.

“Actually, it’s hilarious, babe. I appreciate your efforts to cook for me but I am so glad that you spilled it all over yourself.”

“I’m sure you won’t be saying that when you see the mess I made in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, why don’t you go clean that up and I’ll order us a pizza. And give me that shirt, I need to get the stain out before it settles.”

“What, you mean you don’t wanna hug me?”

You began to back away from him slowly, knowing where this was going. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, that is just too bad because I really want a hug from my beautiful wife,” he said as he lunged forward and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Babe!” you exclaimed, trying to escape his grasp. “Ugh, why did I marry you?”

“It took a lot of convincing,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“I swear, you’re the worst,” you groaned as he let you out of his grip. You rolled your eyes at the little smirk that he had on his face and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. “I’m gonna go get this stain out and order us a pizza. You go clean up the kitchen.”

“Man, I am so lucky to have you,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, though you knew that he meant it.

“And don’t you forget it!” you responded, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before skipping off to the bathroom. And you grinned, knowing that you were lucky to have him, too.


period

pairing: lin x reader

request: (anon) “Listen fam I got my period and I’m dying inside and feel like crap. If you could write a Lin or platonic cast x reader where the reader gets their period during a performance or something that’d be great sorry to bother you thanks

warnings: period talk !!!! swearing

words: 1,149

a/n: feel better!! sorry this kind of sucks lol go read @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou ‘s platonic one about periods it’s SO good omg i love her yay maia okay bye 


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You honestly hadn’t been paying attention to the date, let alone the time of month. With Hamilton, you could barely remember what you had for breakfast, never mind when your period would start. Most girls had it down to the dot. Second week of the month, it starts on the fourth, last day of the month… Unfortunately, you were the exception. Your period had always been erratic and made it difficult to track. Still, when you felt the first pang in your back, you blew it off as sleeping on it funny.

It continued throughout the day; little hits of pain in your stomach. What did you eat last night? You rolled your eyes. You were probably just hung over and your stomach wasn’t having it.

Popping some pain killers, you walked into the theater, you saw Lin nearly bouncing at the door.

Chuckling, you stopped. “What’s got you so jumpy?”

He rolled his eyes, immediately stepping to your side as you headed backstage.

“What are your plans for after the show?” He asked.

You shrugged, “Probably just heading home. Why?”

“Do you want to get drinks?” He quipped, a glint in his eyes.

Mentally scanning your calendar, you nodded. “Sure.”

Lin beamed at you, still bouncing on the balls of his feet. He let out a breath, “Okay. Perfect. I’ll uh, see you after the show.”

You giggled, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”

Lin bounded towards the stage door, holding it before you could go through. Smiling at his chivalry, you gratefully accepted the gesture, walking back to your dressing room to get ready.


You had been pulling on highlighter when you felt it again. Rummaging through your purse, you prayed that you had another packet of ibuprofen somewhere. Had last nights show really been that bad?

There was a knock on the door as slumped in your chair. Looking up, you saw a smiling Pippa with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Hey, pretty.” She smiled, handing you the cup. Your heart swelled and your eyes pricked with tears at the gesture. You didn’t even care if you were overreacting, you were overjoyed.

“Thank you,” you squeaked, making Pippa laugh.

“You are too sweet.” She sighed, as she waved goodbye, “Places in ten.”

You nodded, sipping the steaming tea, instantly feeling better.

By intermission, however, you honestly thought you were going to throw up. All comfort you had from the tea was swept away as you sang and danced your heart out.

Collapsing backstage, you groaned.

Renee put a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it softly. “You poor thing,” she said.

“I am dying,” you sighed. Oak heard this and laughed.

“What is it? Bad Chinese food?”

You shook your head, pensive before continuing, “But now I want Chinese.”

Oak laughed, patting your head before going to get changed into his Madison costume.

It wasn’t until Room Where It Happened, that it happened. You felt it, and instantly recognized it.

“Shit,” you mumbled, continuing to perform. You took in a sharp intake of breath as you leaped. The tears in your eyes glossed your vision. How embarrassing could this get? The song ended and you had no more than two minutes before you were back on for the cabinet battle.

Sprinting to your room, you pulled down your pants to see the red stain.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you seethed. Of course, on the one day you had chosen to wear pretty underwear.

Grabbing a handful of tissues from the makeup table, you stuffed them in-between your legs, hoping to stop the bleeding for two songs more. Then you would have a good seven minutes to find something.

You groaned at the idea of having to do Washington On Your Side like this. Shaking your head, you grabbed some Purel before running back to left wing for your cue.

After final bow, you booked it to your dressing room. Ari, whom you shared with, would be there any minute and you just wanted to go.

Unfortunately, Lin was waiting outside for you the second you slipped into your sweats. His brows furrowed for a moment, “I thought we were getting drinks?”

You gasped, the blood draining from your face (literally) as memory washed over you. Grasping onto his arm, you apologized profusely. “I’m sorry, I totally forgot, I just uh - I don’t…” Your face was flushed now and your neck was hot with embarrassment. Lin looked disappointed, making your heart break even more so.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

You immediately shook your head, “No, no. I’m okay. Really. See you tomorrow!” You tried to sound enthusiastic, but the cramps in your stomach felt like rocks.

His eyes looked sad, instantly making your feel guilty. He didn’t move and neither did you. Lin took in a sharp breath before sputtering out, “I’m sorry.”

Now was your turn to be confused, “What are you talking about?”

“I probably made you uncomfortable by asking you out -“ that was a date? “I just think you’re really sweet and pretty - really pretty. And I just don’t know, I’m sorry. I probably just ruined this entire thing -“

“Lin,” you interrupted, a smile on your face. His eyes snapped to yours, worry clouding them. “I think you’re really sweet -“

“But you don’t like me like that.”

But, I got -“ you stopped again. His stomach was in knots, similar to yours. Looking around to make sure no one was near, you leaned in. Rolling your eyes before continuing, “I got my period and I don’t have anything to… you know…”

Lin’s eyes went wide as his face turned red. He instantly relaxed when he realized that you weren’t blowing him off. Still. he shifted from foot to foot at the topic of woman week. Avoiding the topic all together, he took a moment before asking, “So… you like me.” He smirked.

You bit your tongue to hold back a snap remark, opting to roll your eyes again. “Yes, dumbass. I like you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to do. Does he hug you? High five you? Kiss you? Finger guns? Finger guns.

You laughed at his boyish grin as he shot two fingers at you.

“Want to go get drinks tomorrow?” He asked.

You nodded before joking, “Or we could go to by place and watch Disney movies.”

Lin’s smile lit up the dark hallway as he nodded quickly.

“Wait, seriously?” You asked, half expecting him to say no. Why would he want to hang out with a PMSing girl right now?

Still, Lin nodded again, “Lemme just change and we can go, yeah? I’ll drive.”

Your mouth fell slightly agape as you agreed. Lin did just that, too. He quickly changed into a soft tee and jeans before taking your hand and heading towards his car.

something like love

Originally posted by jinjks

Love is something like a whirlpool of crazy insane emotions that thickens and brews in your heart and stomach and mind until you decide that maybe, yeah, you are falling so far in love.


pairing: jungkook | reader ; barista!jungkook
words: 3.4k 
genre: a tinge of angst and a wHOLE LOT OF FLUFF
summary: jungkook isn’t good with words, especially with girls whose dumb boyfriends dumped them but miracles do happen on a Saturday rainy night when you showed up drenched and desperate for a hot mug of hot chocolate.
a/n: LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT TO MY LOAF @pennelty honestly i don't know why the heck you want angst but i tRIED so pls love it for me thanks b.


The first time Jungkook met you, you belonged to another man, hands intertwined with tender loving eyes that gazed into each others for hours as Jungkook catches on little remnants and snippets of muffled conversation that were exchanged with steaming mugs of coffee beneath your noses.

It didn’t instigate any conflicting emotions the moment your frame enters the little café situated in the corner of the streets, a canopy from the congestions and city life of Seoul. Yet, as weeks pass, and your presence became a regular to the baristas and even the usual customers of the café, Jungkook had taken a fond habit of taking his time to drink you in every time you stopped by, specifically on late Saturday afternoons, where the glory of the sun rays dimmed and the chilling air was a perfect time for a cup of coffee. His colleague, Jimin became suspicious when Jungkook demanded to work for the Saturday shift, but even frequent squabbles and interrogations could not get Jungkook to admit anything he had for you.

But like the first time, and every other times, you had been and always will be belonged to another man; the intimacy and ardent aura that the both of you radiated stirring unwanted feelings and soon enough, when hand holding turned to chaste kisses, Jungkook didn’t bother to fight down the venomous jealousy that spread in his veins like wildfire.

Whatever peculiar dangerous emotions he was feeling, Jungkook knew he had no reason to intervene, to stop the ruthless battle in his heart as he watched the beautiful smile of yours, stars that swirled in your eyes like the galaxies that he maps out in his mind and the dulcet laughter that brought life to the ever so empty café. And while he unearths his greatest desires that lie in the heart of a stranger he only conversed in coffee language, Jungkook wishes that he was the very reason for all your beautiful things.

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ELLIOT ALDERSON {late night subway}

You smoothed down your skirt and blouse as you glanced at your watch quickly.

Jesus, it was past midnight already? How long had you stayed cooped up in your office?

You were riding the subway home in an almost empty car. The only other inhabitant was a rather gloomy figure hunched over with his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

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Enjoy the View

A/N: Thanks for sending in all of your drabble requests! This game has been fun, but other requests, challenges, and series require my attention :) I’ll finish up the rest of the drabble requests ASAP!

Drabble Request: @bloodstained-porcelain-doll : 1 and 41 with RSJ to get you deeper into that hole ;D (Jealous!Rich?)

1: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

41: “You’re going out dressed like that?”

Pairing: Richard Speight Jr. x Reader

Warnings: Sexual tension, perhaps? Very light content

Originally posted by featheryembrace

“Hey, babe, I’m leaving!” You called from the front door, your hand rummaging through your purse to make sure you had everything before you left. Briana and Kim had invited you out for drinks and a much needed girls night.

Rich headed into the foyer, his eyes immediately glancing over your appearance. “You’re going out dressed like that?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he approached, taking in the black skater skirt that swished across your thighs.

“What? I thought this looked cute,” you replied, gesturing to the skirt and the white crop top you had paired with it. You gave yourself a twirl, one hand running through your hair and the other settling on your waist as you beamed at him.

“You look incredible,” Rich told you as he stopped in front of you, his hands reaching out to grab your hips. “But almost too incredible,” he muttered, one hand dropping to trace the bottom hem of your skirt.

The skirt is supposed to be this short,” you informed him, a smile creeping up on your lips when you realized what was worrying him.

“Is it? I’m sure lots of fellas will enjoy this view,” Rich commented, lifting his eyes to adopt a hard gaze.

This was too fun. You tilted your head up in a cocky manner, a flirty smile adorning your lips. “Yeah, probably,” you taunted him, wanting to see his reaction, wanting to play with his obvious jealousy. Both of you were incredibly devoted to the other, but antagonizing the other, pushing the other to their limits, was just part of your relationship.

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The Seven Deadly Sins - Part 3

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Angst, (Future) Smut

Series: 1. Lust|2. Gluttony| 3. Greed (1) |4. Greed (2)|5. Sloth| 6. Wrath|7. Envy

Comment: I wanted to put Greed all into one post, but it started to get too long for my taste. I’ve broken it into two sections, and the smut will be mainly in the second one. Hope you like it!

Description: Seven men helped shape you into who you are. Whether they were friends, enemies, or lovers, they all left a long lasting mark on your life, for better or for worse.

Greed

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Bus Rides (m)

Word count: 5,081

Warning: Namjoon smut

“Ticket, please.”
You drag out your purse, smiling apologetically at the bus driver. This isn’t the first time you had to rummage through your purse in search for the ticket, finally pulling a bus card with your name on it out between two fingers after what seems like several minutes. He glances over it, then grunts in approval so you can make place for the next passenger that looks at you with annoyance. Why is it so hard to prepare your ticket in advance, you ask yourself, feeling the need to slap yourself hard. This way, you only seem like a nuisance. Not that you don’t feel like a nuisance anyways.
But soon you are distracted, because your eyes find the seat you always choose to sit in - and right next to it, a familiar golden haze. Your fixed company, with his blonde hair and full lips that turn into a cute smile sometimes. Right now he is looking through the window, studying the to you boring scenery, yet to have noticed your arrival. You can’t help but smile every time you see him again, as if it’s an instinct that hadn’t occurred to you before. Quickly, you throw your bag over your shoulder and approach him.

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A Blind Path Home, Part 2

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.

Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?

Masterlist (if it works - links have been shity lately)

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Teacher, Teacher! (Taeil x Reader)

YA’LL. I’m not even sure how I managed to write this, I literally burst into tears when I finished because it was so precious. I love Taeil so much, he is such a beacon of light in my life, I’m afraid this writing does him no justice. Anon wanted some angst and fluffy Taeil, I couldn’t but try and go above and beyond. By the way, I was listening to nothing but Us the Duo while writing this, they’re my go to artist for when I’m writing fluff!

ps: His jawline could CUT GLASS IPFJEWPIJFPEJPFIWJIF I love him so much, GOD.

Originally posted by zxkookie

You tossed your house keys into your purse, slinging the brown leather bag onto your shoulder as you smoothed down the front of your dress. You walked around to the side of your house and grabbed your pastel blue bike, a gift you received from your kids’ families after your first year. You carefully arranged your dress to prevent the cheeky summer wind from lifting up your skirts, slinging your leg over and tossing your purse into the basket as you pushed off down the street. The townspeople greeted you warmly as they walked or rode to their respective jobs on well cared for bikes as well, the air of a good day was just around the corner, you could feel it.

You were an elementary school teacher in a small town in the countryside, the sweet little place surrounded by high, green mountain peeks. Not many people lived in the town, but those who did were the greatest ones you’d ever meet in your life. They were welcoming, hardworking, and above all generous. You were a city girl, born in one of the biggest, but you felt like you were raised out in the countryside, spending your summer breaks with cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles. That’s why when you were assigned by your superiors to working out in the middle of nowhere, you were absolutely overjoyed, packing your bags and leaving the drag of the city behind.

People didn’t move to the little town often, so when you did, it was a whole production. Everyone had seemed to help you in one way or another, whether it was the men of the town lifting heavy furniture to move you in, the dinners you were invited to while settling in, or the casseroles that were showered upon you, no expense was taken. Nowhere else could you receive the same amount of hospitality, you were sure of that.

As you cruised down the street, you thought of swinging by the local convenience mart to pick up some coffee for your coworker. There were only four teachers at the elementary school, including yourself, so you didn’t mind picking something up for them every now and again. The only thing that surprised you the most when you arrived, was the fact that you were the only female teacher. The kids had immediately taken to you though and so did their parents, jokingly telling you they were glad to finally have a woman’s touch at the school. You arrived at the store and leaned your bicycle up against the wall, fixing your wind blown hair as you walked in with a smile.

The store was family owned, passing it down from parent to child for generations. You were greeted heartily by the grandfather, his rosy cheeks spreading into a grin, “______! Picking up a little something for the boys before work?”

You were already at the constantly full coffee pot, pouring the robust smelling liquid into four to go cups, “Yes, sir. Who else is going to take care of them if I don’t?”

The grandfather gave a full belly laugh, the rich sound filling the shop, “You’re right about that.” He had a nostalgic look in his eyes, “They’ve always been that way, ever since they were boys.”

You grinned as you reached for a cardboard drink tray, tucking the cups carefully in before grabbing a handful of creamer cups and sugar packets and stuffing them in between the drinks. You balanced the tray in one hand as you rummaged through your purse for some money, but the old man stopped you, waving away the payment, “Not today, my dear. It’s on the house, just stop by for dinner sometime this week to make my missus happy.”

“Are you sure?,” you said, a little flabbergasted. Stuffing the money back in your purse as you gave him a shy smile, still always taken aback by the people’s kindness here, “Thank you.”

You left the store in even better spirits, tucking the coffees in your bike basket as the sun began to peek over the mountain tops, hitting your face, making your hair shine beautifully. You took a deep breath, taking in as much air in your lungs as you could before you got on your bike again and peddled away. You’re sure you’ve never been happier in your whole life, every day made you so thankful for little moments like that.

It had to be one of the most beautiful summer days so far, it made you feel bad that the kids had to go to class.Maybe I’ll let them stay out longer for recess,you thought to yourself, but you wanted the other classes to enjoy it as well, so you would have to talk with the other teachers at some point.

When you arrived at school the coffees were still piping hot, and you propped your bike beside the other teachers’ and the smaller bikes of some early rising students. Your town only had one school, which was the elementary school, older kids had to commute to the bigger town over. So the school was very little, but you liked it that way because it gave you chance to teach and meet kids who you didn’t necessarily have.

You walked in through the door, shoes clicking softly on the polished wood floors as some small heads popped out from the doors and shouted, “Miss ______!” You were almost barreled over as a few kids came out to greet you, their little hands tugging on your long skirts as you brushed hair from their eyes, “Good morning, my little learners.”

“What are we doing today?,” a small girl piped, her big doe eyes gazing up at you adoringly. Dohee was a quiet, sweet girl who always chose to sit beside you at recess instead of play.

“Can we stay outside for recess longer, Miss ______? Please?,” a boy spoke up, jumping up and down excitedly as he drew out his plea.

You shushed them gently, “I’ll think about it, I have to ask the other teachers first though, okay?” You shooed them with a smile, “Now, get along.”

The group gave a small cheer, turning to run and skip down the hallway gleefully towards your classroom. You smiled after them, turning to walk into the small teacher’s lounge, thinking you were alone until a loud voice greeted, “______!”

“Johnny,” you smiled, looking up at your tall friend amused, “Good morning.”

“Good morning to you too, darling,” he teased, his voice mimicking that of a posh man. He eyed the coffee you had placed on the counter, trying to be nonchalant, “Are one of those for me?”

“They’re all for me,” another voice said from behind you, the owner being Taeyong who slipped into the lounge with a sleepy smile.

You watched with a grin as the two male teachers grabbed the coffee with their usual profuse thank you’s and sweetened the dark liquid to their taste. You swiped up the discarded creamer cups and sugar packets, tossing them into the garbage as you fixed up your own cup. Johnny was the kindergarten teacher, his naturally childish nature making him especially beloved by the youngest students. He was playful and funny, but did an incredible job incorporating learning into even the most menial tasks, he could make watching paint dry fun somehow. You taught first grade, but helped Johnny out occasionally in the kindergarten class. Taeyong was the second and third grade teacher, combining the two small classes into one. It was amazing to see him cater to each grade, his teaching technique flawless and enjoyable for the kids. He was a big sweetheart, and the young girls at the school all had the biggest crushes on him.

You realized one of the coffee cups was untouched, about to speak up when Taeyong grabbed the cup with raised eyebrows, “Taeil?”

You nodded, a blush dusting your cheeks, “I-I can bring it to him if you want, I don’t mind.”

“But your classroom is all the way on the other end of the hall, our rooms are next to each other. Why don’t I-,” Taeyong said this with a mischievous look in his eyes, taking slow deliberate steps toward the door.

“N-no, Taeyong-,” you babbled, hands reaching out helplessly for the cup.

“Ah, ah, Tae,” Johnny plucked the cup out of the other teacher’s hand, pushing the warm cup into your empty one with a calm smile, “______, offered first. She hasn’t said good morning to him either, we can’t have bias in the work place, right? Right.”

He shot you a wink and you wanted to melt into the floor out of embarrassment, but with your cup and Taeil’s cup in hand you walked briskly out of the lounge, hearing Taeyong and Johnny’s muffled snickers. You didn’t bother grabbing sugar or creamer, knowing Taeil liked his coffee black, a small detail you remembered after buying it for your coworkers for the first time. You walked as quickly as you could, trying to dodge any questions kids shot at you about your antics, if they knew where you were heading, you’d never hear the end of it.

You slowed down as you neared the end of the hall, the open door spilled bright sunlight out, a peaceful atmosphere emanating from it. You peeked in, voice soft seeing the room was empty of kids, “Taeil?”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked over and spotted him standing up from where he was bent over a bookshelf, the sun behind him illuminated his golden hair. He looked surprised to see you, even when you always seemed to bring him coffee, like he couldn’t believe you, “Yes?”

You wiggled his cup with a shy smile, “Coffee?”

He set the books he’d been grabbing down on his desk, eyes flickering down with a small smile before he met you in the middle and took the cup from your hands, “Thank you, you really don’t have to do this.” His fingers accidentially brushed yours lightly as you passed the coffee to him, a blush creeping up his neck, “We really don’t deserve someone like you.”

You hid your pleased smile by sipping from your cup, waving away his statement, “No, please, I like doing it for you. It’s the least I can do for all the help you’ve given me.”

“Well-,” he started, finally looking up to meet your eyes earnestly, but a loud herd of children suddenly entered the room, their loud stomps cutting off his words.

The older kids greeted him happily, buzzing around their seats and amongst each other, “Morning, Mr. Moon!”

He grinned at them, tapping his fingers on his cup happily, “Good morning.”

The students didn’t seem surprised you were there, having seen you come in often to bring their teacher his morning coffee. They greeted you slyly, “Good morning, Miss ______.”

You saw their sneaky looks, but smiled at them anyway, “Good morning, my little apples.”

The kids groaned theatrically, slumping on their desks, “Miss ______,” they whined, “You can’t call us that anymore.”

You were happy when Taeil chuckled beside you, a hand covering his mouth that didn’t go unnoticed by his students, who grinned and whispered conspiratorially amongst themselves. You checked your small, dainty watch, noticing it was almost eight o'clock, the time school started, “I should…”

“You need to go?,” Taeil worried his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing down at you from his lashes.

“Yeah, I should. My kids are probably waiting for me already, wrecking my room,” you smiled, taking a slow step back.

He looked dazed before snapping out of it, “Of course! I don’t know what I was thinking,” he rubbed the back of his head, “Tell them sorry from me for keeping you.”

You glanced back over your shoulder, acting a little coy, “I’m sure they won’t mind.”

Taeil watched as you left, letting out a little laugh as your dress swished behind you when you walked out his door. He placed his coffee cup on the table, finger tracing the lid pensively as the bell rang to signal the start of the school day. He was snapped from his thoughts when one of his kids called out softly, “Mr. Moon you’re doing it again~”

He blushed, standing up straighter as he moved behind his desk to take roll, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”


The elementary school sat up on a big green hill, facing the east so that the rising sun shone through the classroom windows and illuminated your kids’ sleepy faces. Many of them cutely yawned, making your heart swell as you finished taking roll, “Alright my little dears, let’s get started today!”

The morning went by smoothly, the only incident being when you heard a loud yell from next door in the kindergarten room. Johnny had apparently been gifted with copious amounts of his caricature in the form of macaroni art. You’d ran over at the sound, exciting your kids tremendously at seeing you so freaked out. When you walked back with one of the pictures, they’d burst into laughter, not stopping for a good ten minutes as they wiped tears from their eyes.

Recess for all the kids was right before lunch, and you had almost forgotten until you felt a gentle tug on your skirt. You looked down to find Dohee, her big eyes looking up at you expectantly, “Did you ask Mr. Lee, Mr. Seo, and Mr. Moon about recess, Miss ______?”

You mentally smacked yourself for forgetting, “I’ll go ask them right now, okay?” You brushed the hair from her face, smiling at the way she tried to contain her excitement at your words, “Go on ahead though, Mr. Seo is watching you right now.”

The small girl walked away reluctantly, glancing back over her shoulder as if to make sure you were walking towards the teachers lounge. You smiled at her, taking big cartoonish steps towards the door, making her giggle quietly and finally going out the back door towards the playground.

You walked into the lounge, finding Taeil and Taeyong conversing over their lunches, looking up when they heard you walk in. Taeyong greeted you, “______! We were just talking about you.”

“Oh?,” you grabbed an apple from a bowl of fruit on the counter, washing the shiny red food in the sink. “All good things I hope?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Taeil smile to himself, his fork poking into his bowl of pasta as Taeyong assured you mischievously, “Of course, there’s nothing bad about you at all. Right, Taeil?” The younger teacher poked the blonde in the ribs with his elbow, eyebrows raised.

Taeil seemed confused before he spluttered, “Y-Yes, we were just talking about uh…”

Taeyong looked like he wanted to smack himself in the face, but he saved his friend, “How nice you looked today! Is that a new dress?”

You smoothed down the fabric self consciously, though you were a little pleased, “It is. I’m glad you noticed.”

“Oh, no it wasn’t me,” Taeyong slung his arm over Taeil’s shoulders, grinning at him. “Taeil was the one who mentioned it to me.”

You tried your hardest to hide your blush by taking a bite from your apple, “I-is that so? Well thank you.” The apple crunched loudly, the sound deafening in the now awkwardly silent room. You broke it when you remembered your purpose for being in the lounge in the first place, “Oh, I was wondering if we could let the kids stay out a bit longer today. It’s so beautiful out, I’d feel bad if they were to be couped up all day.”

To your surprise, Taeil spoke up first, “I don’t see a problem with that. They’ve all worked hard this week so far, they deserve a little break.” It was an unspoken agreement amongst you all that Taeil served as lead teacher. He was the most responsible out of all of you, handling calls and the smallest of details that would probably leave the three of you confused. He made everything look so easy, completing all his tasks so flawlessly that it made your heart pound seeing him behind his desk taking command.

You smiled, tossing your now finished apple into the garbage as you walked out the door to join your class outside, “Excellent, I’ll go let the kids know.”

You were barely out the door when Taeil called out to you quickly, “______?”

You turned, suddenly breathless, “Yes?”

“Are you-,” he started, his eyes avoiding yours as he tripped over his words. “I mean, could I maybe…” He looked frustrated with himself, Taeyong leaning forward in his seat as if trying to prompt his friend along. He sighed, looking up at you with a resigned look on his face, “Sorry, I lost my train of thought.”

You tried not to look disappointed as you gave him a small smile, fingers softening their grip on the door frame, “That’s alright. Let me know if you remember and tell me then, okay?”

He nodded, but his defeated posture left you lost as you left the room, your shoulders also sagging as you walked down the hall. You barely heard Taeyong’s soft voice, chide his friend, “‘Lost my train of thought’, huh?”

You reached the door, grateful for the sudden change of scenery as you were temporarily blinded by the bright sun. The screams of children reached your ears and you saw that Johnny was chasing a group around, his body hunched over comically as he mimicked a monster. You smiled at your close friend, taking your seat on the bench under a shady tree where Dohee sat patiently waiting for you.

Her eyes lit up as you sat down, “Did they say yes?”

You looked down at her with a secret smile, “They did.” She wiggled in her seat happily, swinging her short legs as you watched Johnny try and fit down the tube slide. “He’s going to get stuck.”

Dohee picked some long pieces of grass, beginning to braid them with her little fingers, “Probably.” Another loud yell made her look up, seeing that her old teacher had successfully made it down the slide without his broad shoulders stopping him, “Nevermind.”

You laughed at her, the grown up way she said it brought a grin to your lips. Seeing that Johnny was out, you met eyes with him and crooked a finger, his eyes alight with mischief as he wiggled his brows suggestively. You scoffed as he trotted over, his lips curling into a smile, “Where you’ve been? I thought you were going to leave me all alone out here.” He put his hands on his knees and bent down to the small girl beside you, “Hello, Dohee. How are you, little lady bug?”

She seemed unamused by Johnny’s obvious adoration, “Good.”
You nearly burst into laughter as Johnny pouted as she brushed him off, his eyes opening wide in mock hurt, “Dohee is so cool. I’ll never be good enough to be her friend like you Miss ______.”

You brought his attention back to you, “The kids are allowed to stay out longer today, hope that’s okay with you. I just thought I would ask since it’s such a gorgeous day.”

“Of course,” Johnny said, standing back up to his full height. He pushed his hair back from his eyes, “Just no more running off, okay?” He turned back to the playground, shooting over his shoulder with a wink, “I can only handle so many kids at once.”

Dohee spoke suddenly from beside you, her brow knotted together in worry, “Miss ______, does Mr. Seo like you?”

You raised your eyebrows at her question, hands waving, “No, no, honey. He’s just a very good friend, he’s like that because he’s silly.”

“Okay,” she said, looking a bit more satisfied as she returned to braiding grass, “I don’t want you to be Mr. Seo’s girlfriend because I want you to be with Mr. Moon.” She looked up at you earnestly, and if not for your shock, you would have been amazed at the amount of honesty in her statement.

You couldn’t hide your surprise, fingers nervously picking at your skirts, “Why’s that?”

She gazed out over the playground, her tone definitive, “Because he likes you a lot. More than anyone else.” She turned back to you, big eyes full of sincerity, “And you like him a lot too.”

You were completely taken aback, unable to even speak as she gave you one last knowing look before one of her friends called out, “Dohee, come play house with us!”

You watched her walk away, completely stupefied as Johnny noticed your expression and walked over, looking concerned, “Hey, what’s wrong?” He took a seat beside you, panting slightly from running around.

“Nothing is wrong, it’s just,” you couldn’t tell Johnny what Dohee had said, it was too embarrassing. “Well, I actually don’t know.”

“You’re blushing,” he observed, a sly smile on his face. “And not from the heat. Did our little Dohee say something you didn’t want to hear? Or maybe,” the tall brunette, leaned back looking satisfied. “She said something you wanted to hear?”

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Is that so,” Johnny simpered, bouncing his leg as he watched the kids. “Apparently she did,” he nodded over to where Dohee was pretending to be the mother of a fake family, holding the hands of one her friends.

You didn’t know what to say, except the truth which made you mad because Johnny always had a way of weedling out the truth from you. A sigh escaped your lips as you folded your arms, “Is it that obvious?”

“_______. Sweetheart,” he arched an eyebrow, looking at you pointedly. “If a seven year old can manage to see that you’re smitten with Taeil, then so can everyone else.”
Your shoulders sagged in defeat, “Okay, you have a point.” You threw your head back, exasperated, “What do I do?”

“Absolutely nothing,” he said, looking unfazed but a little playful. “Just let me and Taeyong handle it.”

“I don’t think I want you to,” you worried a lip between your teeth. “Knowing you it’s going to be something crazy.”

“Crazy’s my middle name,” he grinned, standing up to rejoin the kids again. “Now just sit there and look pretty because I’ve got this covered.”

You had a strange feeling in your stomach, knowing that Johnny’s little plan would probably make everything turn for the worse. You’ve known him long enough though to realize that once he had his mind set on something, there was no steering him away. So you gave a resigned sigh, slouching in your seat as you watched the children for the rest of recess.

~

The rest of the day ticked by slowly after the kids came back to class exhausted, nothing seemed to get their little minds running as you tried your best to retain their attention. Even Dohee, who was one of your brightest and most focused, looked as though she was nodding off when her eyelids drooped. When the bell rang, your students gave a tired cheer, packing their things and walking out the door with their usual goodbyes. You followed them, watching as they walked down the hill in groups or mounted their bikes and sped off towards home.

“Another day’s work done,” you turned to see Taeyong, arms folded as he looked after the leaving kids. “How was your class after recess?”

You smiled wryly, turning to walk back inside, “Completely exhausted. Can’t blame them though, Johnny really wore them out today.”

Taeyong strolled beside you, stopping when you reached your door, “You have more work?”

You nodded, a tired smile on your lips, “Yeah, I think tonight is going to be a late one for me.”

The other teacher gave you a concerned look, “Well don’t overwork yourself too much like Taeil. He’s staying late too to grade papers,” he scuffed his shoe, jingling the school keys that he wore latched to his belt loops, “I’ll try and remember to keep one of the doors unlocked, or leave a key on my desk.”

Johnny popped up beside him, his bag already slung over his shoulder as he pushed his hair back tiredly, “Well I’m off,” he shot you a secretive smile. “Have a good night, ______. You too, Tae.”

Taeyong jogged down the hallway, calling over his shoulder, “Wait up, let me grab my bag,” he disappeared in his classroom and came back out with his things. Johnny clapped Taeyong on the shoulder playfully, “Let’s grab some grub, what do ya say?”

You watched as the two goofballs left, scoffing to yourself as you walked into your classroom, picking up stray pencil shavings or scraps of paper. Tidying up your room was a soothing activity, the organization and sorting always calmed your mind with the menial tasks of separating markers and crayons into their reapective cups. Once you were finished with that you collapsed into your desk chair, looking at the pile of paper work that needed to be graded. Although it wasn’t much, you were still exhausted from the day and the copious amounts of anxiety pushed on you. You can’t believe Dohee had said that, or the fact that Johnny was scheming to get you and Taeil together. If you were going to be with him, then you were going to do it your way. Which probably would take a while, considering the fact that you were shy and so was the object of your affections.

You let your head smack down onto your desk with a loud thud, groaning as all your frustrations resurfaced. Why couldn’t you just tell him? Why couldn’t he just ask you out? You groaned again, stomping your feet childishly as you thought of how he wanted to ask you something in the lounge earlier. What if he was going to ask you on a date? Did he just back out? You sat up, suddenly feeling incredibly frustrated. You just wanted to go home and curl up on the couch with a good movie and your favorite blanket, anything but this. You could leave, the stack of papers weren’t honestly that bad and you could just stay later tomorrow or bring them home over the weekend. You were decided, standing up to gather your things together as you turned the lights off in your classroom and walked towards the front door.

You tugged hard on the door, but it didn’t budge at all. Panic started to set in as you pulled on the handle frantically, “What the…?” You whirled around, pacing down the hall towards Taeyong’s classroom. You fumbled in the dark through his room until you found his desk, hands scrambling over the pristine surface, but your fingers never touched the metal of a key. Your eyes widened, remembering what Johnny had mentioned on the playground, “Oh, no…”

“Just let me and Taeyong handle this.”

You buried your face in your hands, “Damn it, Johnny Seo.” You looked up when you realized you weren’t alone, Taeil was still in his classroom, blissfully unaware of your current situation. You had to tell him, maybe he had another set of keys?

You took off down the hallway, already calling out his name, “Taeil?” His reaction time was impressive, his head popping out his doorway as he looked at you in concern, “What’s wrong? Is everything alright?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his appearance, your steps faltering as you soaked in this image of him. His usually crisp appearance was gone, sleeves rolled up to display his forearms, the top buttons of his shirt open to tease a peek of his tan chest. He looked so beautifully disheveled, his hair a mess like he’d been running his fingers through it too frequently.

You managed to find your tongue, “The front door is locked and Taeyong forgot to leave a key,” you were already feeling drained from the thought of spending the night here, “I was hoping you had a spare?”

Taeil blushed, walking back into his classroom, unable to meet your eyes, “I don’t, Taeyong has the only copies.”

You signed, slouching into one of the desks and dropping your bag, “Great.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, sliding the papers on his desk off and placing them into a filing cabinet. “I can try giving them a call if you want?”

You looked at him hopefully, “Please do. If he doesn’t pick up I’m not sure what we’ll do.”

There was a determined look in his eyes that you saw only when he taught, confident and commanding, “I’ll figure something out. I promise.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his mobile and dialing Taeyong’s number, the long dial tone made your heart sink. You thought for a second Taeyong would answer, but only his voicemail greeted you cheerfully, making you sigh in defeat.

“What are we going to do?,” you slumped in the desk, playing with an eraser a student left. You tried your hardest not to tear little pieces off out of frustration.

Taeil stood up, walking over to you and placing his hands on the desk, making you look up at him. He seemed measured and patient, “Like I said, I’ll think of a way for us to get out.”

He walked over to the windows, inspecting the glass and the latches. You followed him, folding your arms, “It’s not use. Those old windows haven’t been opened in years, Taeil.”

The male teacher smiled down at you, already bracing himself to tug on them, “It doesn’t hurt to try though, right? We don’t have too many options anyway.”

You watched the way his tan forearms flexed as he pulled on the sliding windows, you couldn’t help your eyes drifting and noticing how thin his shirt material was. You could see his back muscles underneath contract and move, the way they did was almost hypnotizing. You snapped out of it when he gave a soft groan, “You were right.” He still looked determined, already moving to walk out of his classroom, “I’m sure there is something else we can try…”

You trotted out into the dimly lit hallway after him, suddenly angry as you burst out, “Taeil! It’s no use!” You couldn’t help yourself, the words just pouring out of your mouth in a stream you couldn’t stop, “We’re stuck here and there’s nothing we can do about it!” Panic was starting to set in because you hated the thought of being trapped or locked up, an almost claustrophobic feeling bubbling up inside you. Part of you almost hated the way Taeil could remain so positive and you hated yourself for getting angry with him for no reason when all he wanted to do was help. You passed a hand over your face, slumping against a wall with an irritated sigh and Taeil just watched in surprise, never seeing you get like this before.

“_______, we’ve got to keep trying. I’m just trying my best to help-.”

Something snapped inside of you, seeing him look like that, all reassuring and hopeful, “If you really want to help Taeil, then pluck up the courage and ask me out! Why can’t you just do it?” You felt hot tears prick at your eyes, already spilling down your cheeks as you looked down in shame.

Taeil didn’t say anything because he didn’t know what to say to that. Was he confused? Yes. Was he happy? Immensely. He wanted to kick himself because here you were, crying because of him, and he didn’t even mean to hurt you on purpose. Something strange stirred inside of him though, almost like satisfaction. You wanted him like he wanted you.

He turned towards you and you tried your best to wipe the tears from your cheeks, sniffling as he silently walked up to you. You backed up as far into the wall as you could, unable to read the expression on his handsome face as he leaned in close. His hands drifted to the fabric of your dress skirts, gently feeling the fabric between his fingers as he looked down at you. Your body trembled as he leaned even closer, his breath ghosting over your face and lips, “I was just wondering the same thing.”

Your heart stopped, still feeling his hands brush your dress and even dare to touch your thighs softly through the fabric. You didn’t know what to say, swallowing hard as he finally dared to look you in the eye, his warm brown orbs holding your gaze as he whispered, “You don’t even know how long I’ve liked you, ______.”

Your eyes widened, but your hands fumbled for his, fingers shyly brushing against his. He teasingly played with your fingers, never breaking eye contact, “That day you moved in to town, I thought I’d never meet a more beautiful, kind, hardworking girl than you.”

Your lips parted, feeling overwhelmed with emotion as he finally smiled, “I knew I wanted you to be mine, but I didn’t know how to do it. Or if you’d even want a guy like me, when there are plenty of other great guys in town. Even Taeyong and especially Johnny would make better boyfriends than me.”

Your heart broke, seeing how vulnerable he was, how he was putting out all his feelings for you that he’d been holding in. He looked down, staring at your joined hands, “I don’t have their confidence, I’m not funny like them, and even with all their help I couldn’t manage to even ask you out because I was afraid you would say no.”

“You’re too good for me, _______,” Taeil’s eyes were hard, the beautiful brown dulled by shame. But he looked up again, a fire behind his words, “But I’m not going to stop because I’m afraid, not anymore.”

You gulped when he leaned in even closer, lips a breath apart as he locked eyes with you and murmured, “You’ll get your answer tomorrow.”

He pulled away and you shuddered, unable to speak as he actually smirked at your surprised state. You blushed a deeper shade of red then you ever had, watching as he strolled over towards the back door, looking completely unfazed, “Did you check the back door? Taeyong sometimes forgets to lock it.”

You blinked, barely able to answer him as you stuttered, “N-no.” You gaped as he pushed on the door, it easily opened and the sounds of summer night cicadas flooded the hallway. You wanted to smack yourself in the face, “Are you serious.”

Taeil chuckled, letting the door shut again, “How about you and I finally leave this place, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but smile, despite the fact that you were still shocked from his confession, “Sounds more than good to me.”

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You couldn’t wait for the next day to arrive any sooner, waking up earlier and riding your bike to work faster than ever before. When you had arrived home last night, your heart was still hammering after Taeil bid your goodnight when the two of you 'escaped’ from the school. You almost ran over two cats and crashed into your house because you couldn’t help but think of the way he smiled so beautifully at you under the glow of the street lamps.

You still remembered to grab coffee, despite the fact your mind was filled with nothing but the sound of Taeil’s voice and the thought of seeing him again. You practically dumped the coffee on Johnny and Taeyong, watching them cower in fear while grinning at the way you hissed at them, don’t try anything like that again or I will end you.

You tried to compose yourself as you walked down the hall towards Taeil’s room, skirts whirling behind you. You stopped outside the door, taking a shaky breath as you stepped in, seeing that he was sitting on his desk. His hands were shoved in his pockets, smiling when he saw you in the door way, “_______.”

“G-Good morning,” you bit your bottom lip, offering him his usual coffee with a shaking hand.

“Good morning to you too,” he said, wrapping his hand over your own and making your bring the coffee cup to his lips. You watched him drink deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took long swallows, making you blush from the sight and the heat from his hand. He made eye contact with you as he pulled away, smirking cutely at the way your lips were parted, “I have something for you.”

“O-oh?,” you mumbled, shifting on your feet as he stood up and pulled something small out of his pocket. Taeil’s newfound confidence around you was giving you a run for your money, head reeling as he handed you a folded piece of paper, “What’s this?”

“Open it,” he smiled, glancing sideways as he heard some snickers. “My kids helped me write it.”

Confused but curious, you unfolded the scrap paper, finding the words ’Will you go out with me?’ and two boxes below that were both labeled ’Yes’. You smiled at the endearingly crooked handwriting and the way one of the Y’s were backwards.

You looked up at Taeil, his gorgeous brown orbs filled with mischief and light as he whispered, “This is the part where you check yes or yes.”

Instead of finding a pencil, you pulled him by the shirt in for a kiss, his lips melting against yours as he tugged your hips close. You both laughed into the kiss as you heard a collective group of gagging noises, cheers, and the sounds of children trying to shush each other. He cupped your face to draw you up onto your toes, your heart beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings as you felt his smile against your lips.

You pulled away, leaning your head on Taeil’s chest as the children slowly emerged, their faces satisfied and grinning as they stared at the pair of you. Taeil wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rubbing your back as you heard a quiet familiar voice whisper softly, “See I told you they loved each other lots.”

You smiled when you saw Dohee talking seriously with one of her friends, chastising her softly for having no faith. A knock was heard and the two of you turned to see Johnny and Taeyong standing in the door way, matching grins on their faces. The taller of the pair gave a satisfied sigh, “About time.”

“You’re telling me,” Taeyong rolled his eyes, smiling, “I don’t know how much longer I could endure Taeil gushing about how sparkly ______’s eyes were or how her dress made her bu-”  

Johnny slapped a hand over his friend’s mouth, “I think that’s quite enough right there, Mr. Lee. There are children around.”

You giggled as Taeil blushed and hid his face in your neck, secretly giving the skin as many kisses as he could fit there. You’re sure nothing could beat the feeling of right now, surrounded by the people you loved, kids you adored, and in the arms of the man who finally made you his.

You Deserve It

Warning: None, just fluff, implied smut and a little bit of language. 

Summary: Peter pampers you after a long day

Author’s Note: this is for someone special, you know who you are :)

Originally posted by spideycentral

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malfoyvibes  asked:

RFA reacting to MC coming home completely and hilariously drunk after a night out with friends?

Anonymous said:

Can you please do situations with the RFA members + V and Unknown dealing with a really drunk MC? Fluff and humor will be very much loved <3

I’ll knock both of these out at the same time since they’re really similar.

Also this is a really long post, so I’m putting it under a cut so it doesn’t take forever to scroll on your dash.

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I’ll Be There - Part 15


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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 6275 

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: Okay, I know I’m a little late, but here is finally is. THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE. I didn’t want to make this too long and it wouldn’t fit in, so an epilogue it is. Also, none of this is edited, so i’m sorry if there are a lot of typos. I tried to get this out asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy Xx 

Also, I wanted to do a quick birthday shoutout to @kristiniec​. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎉 🎉 🎉

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Kiss the bride!” One of the parents say.

“What —” Hoseok turns towards your and gives you a peck on your lips. Wait. What?

“I got the picture!” Your mother shouts with joy.

“Hobi. What did you do.” You look towards him and he gives you a toothy grin.

This was the first time you ever felt your heart flutter in response to Hoseok’s actions. Everyone in the neighbourhood was well aware you and Hoseok. They knew that you were the best of friends. Inseparable since day one, complimenting each other’s qualities, and some more extreme among those that you knew believed that you and Hoseok would get married one day. Perhaps your little five year-old heart started to believe everything that all these people said.

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Tommy x Reader


“(Y/N) dear… (Y/N)!” A shrill voice called out and Tommy stopped you from rushing Charlie up the street, forcing you to turn and face the frantic woman behind you.

 

“Auntie (Y/L/N) … how are you.” You smiled sheepishly and tried not to look at Tommy who wasn’t even trying to hide the amused smile on your face.

 

“Well if you must know I’m furious with my sister, we went to the dress makers the other day and you know what she did, ordered a dress, in all black… would you fancy that and it’s not even for a funeral and then when she got it home she refused to wear it after a whole day of having it fitted.” She blabbered and you were thankful Charlie hadn’t drawn attention to himself yet and was stood staring at the loud woman instead.

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Be There (Sam Drake x Reader)

Hello, my fellow followers!!!!

I’m back! sort of… I finally was able to write an imagine out and not restart it because of mixed feelings or just because of my writer’s block or busy schedule. I wrote this because it just popped into my little head of mine. It isn’t the best of my works, but it’s something, right?

I hope you guys enjoy it. I know that I haven’t been posting frequently, but that’s just because school has officially started up for me and I get a lot of homework. I do try to write, so don’t think I abandoned writing altogether, it just takes time. Like I said before, I hope you guys enjoy it and please shoot me a message to tell me your thoughts on it.

Character: Sam Drake

Word Count: 2316

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What am I doing?

The streetlights were blurred as your vision was clouded and was fading in and out. The concrete felt cool under your bare feet, the tiny pebbles were embedding themselves into the slightly calloused parts of your foot, but it didn’t bother you. Your legs ached ; you had been on your little journey across town for a couple of hours now, you started walking around the same time the sun was setting and now there wasn’t a soul walking the streets at night. Your bloodied knuckles no longer stung, but you knew they would for sure be swollen in the morning, but you didn’t really care either way. Your gray dress was ripped and wrinkled, specks of blood were sprinkled across it, ruining one of your good work dresses that you wore every other week.

Your bloodshot (E/C) eyes narrowed to slits, trying to clear the blurriness from your vision so you could continue your journey towards nowhere. Your designer heels were hanging on the little hooks of your fingers, swinging lightly as you walked. Your face was void of emotion and… you liked it; you didn’t feel the heavy emotion that constantly crowded you for fifteen years. You feel free to feel nothing.

Where am I?

Your free hand came up to rub away the flurries in your eyes, but you think you just made it worse. You stopped for a moment, and took in your surroundings; you were at a corner that had a small gas station with blinding lights of red and blue, across from the gas station was a large parking lot for a small restaurant that had lights so dim, you would think it was closed. You sighed and ran your hand through your (H/L) greasy and tangled (H/C) hair. You had set down your heels and rummaged through your purse in search of your cell phone, but you had just remembered that you lost that hours ago.

Your eyes spotted a phone booth a couple feet in front of you and you quickly made your way towards it. You were really drunk and were surprised you had lasted this long, especially by yourself. You made it and quickly picked up the phone and was about to dial Nate’s number, but you had stopped yourself. You looked for a clock but couldn’t find one so you thought about how late it was and knew he would never pick up, he was always with Elena and they would be sleeping at this time of night. You thought of Sully, but the same thing came to your mind; he might be sleeping or doing what only god knows what he would be doing.

You had thought you were out of options… until one other person came to mind. Sam. You didn’t want to call him because you vowed to yourself that you would stay mad at him, you clouded your memory of him with hate and betrayal ever since Nate had told you the news of his recent reappearance into his life. You were shocked about the news and you told Nate that you weren’t ready to meet him, hell you didn’t you’d every be ready, but now was a basic emergency for you: You’re drunk, you don’t know where you are, and by the looks of your appearance, you could be involved in a murder case.

“To hell with it…” You whispered as you set your purse down on the mini shelf and searched for the tiny slip of paper with his number written on it that Nate had given to you just in case you found yourself looking to rekindle the relationship you had with Sam. You found it at the bottom of your crumb-riddled purse and set it aside to pull out the seventy-five cents you needed to operate the phone.

Your semi-swollen fingers pressed down the numbers needed and brought the phone up to your ear, listening to the phone ring. “What am I going to say?” You thought to yourself, but no ideas came to mind, you kept wondering that by you soon ran out of time to think and was soon met with the sound of the receiver picking up the phone and hearing the low rumble of his voice.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Your whole body froze and you stood silent for a moment, but were shaken out of it by the second ‘hello’. Your posture straightened and your doe eyes became more alert.

“Sam…” You paused for a second, hoping he would say your name, but he was silent on his end, “It’s me, (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)? Did Nate give you my number?” His voice was loud and happy, you knew he wasn’t sleeping at this time of night. “What’s up? Why are you calling at this time of night; it’s 2:45 in the morning.”

“Yeah… he did.” You admitted tiredly as your dazed (E/C) eyes scanned the outside surroundings of the phone booth. The smell of rain was heavy in the air and you knew that those clouds in the sky were there for a purpose. “Sam… I need your help.”

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Sam I don’t know where I am,” Your eyes began to flood with tears and they crawled down your flushed cheeks as you were beginning to sob into the phone, your speech was becoming inaudible as your sobs and the constant slur of your speech made things difficult to understand, “I got drunk after work and I began to travel from bar to bar by foot. My phone is gone and I have blood on me and I can’t tell if it’s mine or someone else’s… Sam, I’m scared.”

The other side was silent until you hear his worried voice. “(Y/N), just stay calm alright. Can you give me details about where you’re at? Anything remarkable or signs.”

“Sam, my vision is blurred, I can’t read any signs. The only thing I noticed was a gas station with red and blue lights and a large parking lot with a restaurant with dim lights on the outside.” Your sobs were racking your entire body as you leaned up against the glass wall, staring outside at the blurred streetlights.

“That’s good to hear, I think I might know where you are. Can you hold tight for a moment, I’m coming to get you.” You hear a bunch of shuffling on the other side of the line as you wiped your nose with a used tissue from the inside of your purse that had smeared peach lipstick on it. “You think you can stay on the phone with me until I get you?”

“Sam, I don’t have the money on me to do that, when the time runs out, it’s out.” You looked through your purse to only find pennies and nickels in the side pockets. “Sam, please hurry.”

“I know, you can count on me.” Those words triggered something inside you that was dormant for fifteen years.

“Sam, don’t say that to me. Don’t tell me another lie.”

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry, but let’s not get caught up in that right now. Right now, I need to find you, so try to describe something else to me.”

“Sam, you and me both know we can’t avoid it.” You sighed, your tears were still streaming down your cheeks, but your sobs had calmed. “Just - I can’t see anything else right now at the moment. Please hurry, it’s going to rain any moment.”

“Alright, don’t worry I’ll find you.” His voice was calm and soothing to you to the point where you wanted to forget your past with him and start over, but you knew that those unanswered questions swimming in your mind would resurface sooner or later and you two would run right into it.

The computer voice rang through the speaker tell you that you only had five minutes left and that another seventy-five cents were needed for the call to continue. You spent those five minutes talking to Sam about everything you did this night; you told him about the abundance of cheap liquor, the bickering you had with some patrons, that one bar fight that you can’t remember how it ended, and how you were lead to this whole adventure of events.

The phone line was cut silent and you hung up the phone with an angry force. Your heavy tears came back and you slid down the glass wall to the cool concrete floor, just weeping about your misfortunes in life and love, believing that you were cursed

A loud crack of thunder rippled through the sky and the heavy downpour of rain came shortly after that, flooding the streets with rain. You thought you were sheltered from the rain, but you were once again wrong.  The ceiling of the phone booth was cracked and was littered with many holes that let the rain water seep inside. You sighed and gathered your stuff and walked outside in the rain and let the cool water glide right on your skin.

It felt refreshing and it woke you up from your sudden tiredness. Your vision was getting better, but it was fading in and out of focus, making it hard to see if anything or anyone was coming at you. Your dress was soaked and it clung to your body, enhancing the view of your undergarments and your sacred parts of your body. After ten minutes of standing in the rain, it no longer felt nice, but it was cold and annoying. You sat up against the phone booth and closed your eyes, trying to focus on happy thoughts instead of the situation you were in now.

The sound of an approaching car made you look in that direction and a silver car came right up beside you and out rushed Sam from the driver’s side and he quickly picked you up and brought you to the passenger side of his car. His body heat relaxed you, but it was gone in a second once you were put down in the passenger seat and the door was slammed shut. Sam quickly rushed back to the driver’s side and got it, his clothes being semi-soaked, nothing compared to you.

“Oh Jesus (Y/N)…” Sam’s voice was low as he just looked at you with concern. You did your best to sit up straight, but you were failing to stay awake. The air was on in his car and it blew a harsh cool air on your skin that burned when it hit the water on your skin. You reached for the dial and turned it to warm before resting your arm on the armrest and turning your head to Sam.

“Thank you, Sam… You didn’t really have to come and get me.” You spoke your mind as Sam reached over you and buckled you in as if you were a child, but you were grateful because you were honestly so drunk that you even forgot about the seat belt.

“Your welcome, but just for the record, you owe me one.” He tried to lighten the dampened mood, but it just didn’t work, so he stood quiet for a moment. “You’re shivering, here, take my jacket.” He reached into the back seat and pulled his jean jacket out and draped it over your soaked body. You pulled it tight to your body and inhaled the scent of his cologne.

“Where am I taking you? Do you remember where you live?” He asked you, but the question just flew over your head as you looked at him with a deep admiration and affection.

“My head is pounding, can - can you just take me back to your place for the night.” You asked him quietly as he just nodded. He started the car and put it in motion, the car was smooth as you barely felt the bumps in the road or the turns he would take.

The car ride was silent, so you decided you should speak to him since you had dragged him out at this time of night.

“I’m Sorry.” You whispered to the air, Sam had heard and quickly looked at you and then back at the road.

“For what?” He responded with a curious tone.

“For everything. For tonight, for being foolish, for what happened fifteen years ago… those words I spoke to you…” Your voice drifted off as  you looked out the windshield, watching the windshield wipers clear a pathway of vision to see the road.

“(Y/N)… don’t worry about it now, it’s in the past. To be completely honest with you, I was glad you called, I was thinking of you…” He admitted to you as you turned towards him.

“You were?”

“Yeah, I was just wondering if I should’ve called you, but you did and I was happy.” Sam looked at you with a small smile, “ By the way, Nate gave me your number, he told me that it was just in case I-”

“ ever wanted to rekindle our relationship. What a sneaky bastard…” You laughed as Sam joined you; his little brother’s antics were finally of some use…

“Yeah, he’s always been like that… But honestly, I’ll be here this time, if you will.” He hinted at your relationship as you turned silent.

You didn’t know what to say from that point but just hum in response

“Sam?” You called out his name, hoping he was still paying attention to you.

“Yeah?”

“I never stopped loving you.”

“Neither did I.” He grabbed your hand and held it all the way back to his place. He rubbed small circles into it and you were feeling whole again once more. Maybe this would be your last night of drunken stupors… well, drunken stupors alone. You were finally feeling content with your life once more.  

Surprise, Surprise

I would like to request a one shot in which the main character is in her late twenties and has absolutely no dating experience. She’s interested in someone, but is terrified to make a move because she’s afraid her inexperience is unattractive and “obviously” there’s something wrong with her if she’s been alone for so long. Pairing is up to you! Any fandom/character is fine. <3

My choice!?  Wee hee!  I hope you enjoy this pairing between the reader described above and…Gibbs!  I hope my NCIS readers enjoy this one.  Here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 2)


It didn’t bother you that no one on your team knew about your birthday.  You had only been a part of NCIS for a few months, and ever since you turned 21 you had stopped counting.

None of them are important once you can drink, right?

Scrawling out some paperwork on your desk, your eyes zoning in on your pen flying across the paper, you hear the world zoom past you as Ducky comes and goes, Abby and McGee go to and from lunch, and DiNozzo throws some random questions at you, to which you respond with a curt “yes” or “no.”

Gibbs was pretty silent, but he was your boss.

You didn’t expect much from the functional mute.

But then, as Abby was attempting girl-like conversation with the only other woman on the team, you whip your gaze up at her as her words grace your ears:

“Got a hot date for your birthday weekend?”

“Wait…birthday?” McGee asks, looking around his computer as your eyes lock hard onto Abby’s stare.

“Or…or maybe just plans, in general?” she stumbles on herself.

“How come you didn’t tell us it was your birthday, Probie?” DiNozzo asks as he leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head.

And that’s when you felt it.

Your boss slowly turn his head to look at you.

You saw the movement out of the corner of your eye, but you were so intent on attempting to communicate with Abby via your screaming mind that you didn’t realize you were gripping your pen so hard.

It wasn’t until you heard the hollow plastic pop that you jumped in your seat, looking down at your hands as you drop the broken pen onto your desk.

You felt like a sore thumb.

You hated feeling like a sore thumb.

“Y/N…are you alright?” Abby asks as she looks upon you in genuine concern.

“Uh…n-…no plans.  No-…no hot date.  Just a weekend in, with pajamas and some movies,” you answer, trying to catch your breath after realizing you were holding it.

And Gibbs’ eyes were still on you, his body cocking lightly as his eyes began to look you up and down…registering your posture and your deeply flushed cheeks.

You wondered if he knew it was from embarrassment.

“Well, maybe, if you want…you and I could go do something,” Abby offers.

“Uh, I-…I don’t have your number, I don’t think,” you say, closing your eyes as you finally rip your gaze away from the pen and look back up at your colleague.

“Easily remedied!” she says, brushing the broken pen awkwardly out of the way as she pulls a pencil from one of her pigtails.

“Gimme a call tomorrow.  We can figure out what to do and when to do it,” she smiles, sliding the piece of paper in your direction as you look down at it, seeing her name and number scrawled on it as you plaster a smile on your face.

“Thanks.  I’ll uh, hold on to this,” you say, taking the paper in your fingers and slipping it into your pants pocket.

Today really needed to be over.

Looking over at the clock on the wall, you exhale when you see that the clock has just turned over to five.

“Any cases come in, sir?” you ask, turning your head towards Gibbs as his stare locks with yours.

You were praying your cheeks weren’t still flushed.

“Nope” he says, cocking his head lightly as he looks back over to his computer.

“Alright.  Well, I’m taking this paperwork up to Director Vance before heading home.  Anyone wanna add theirs to the stack?” you ask as you hold out your hand.

“Thanks, birthday girl,” DiNozzo enunciates as he plops his folders down into your offered hand.

“Why didn’t you tell us it was your birthday?” McGee asks again as he gets up from his chair, putting his few files on top as you walk beside him, heading for the stairs as you begin to ascend them, one by one.

“Haven’t celebrated since I turned 21.  No point after you can drink,” you smirk, trying to stomach the conversation as you hear Gibbs’ voice pipe up from his desk.

“Not even with a boyfriend?” he asks, slowly panning his head back to you as you stop in your tracks, clenching your jaw as you feel something akin to annoyance bubble in the pit of your stomach.

But before you could quip back, Tony starts in.

“Don’t worry.  Birthdays with girlfriends are overrated.  They expect gifts and dinners and roses.  They drop hints about what they want because they think you’re listening.  And then they wanna plan your own down to the second!  I mean, it’s my birthday!  What if I don’t want to make a day-trip to the beach!?”

“Sounds like you’ve had your fair share of stolen days,” McGee smirks as the two of them walk towards the elevator.

You were glad they had stolen the conversation.

But it hadn’t pulled Gibbs’ stare from you as you walk up the rest of the way towards Vance’s office, disappearing for a few minutes before making your way back to your desk.

It wasn’t until you reached for your purse that you realized Gibbs’ was no longer there.

At least you got to see him on your birthday.

Sighing lightly to yourself as you shuffle quickly for the elevator, you press the button as the doors whoosh open, stepping in before hearing someone quickly step in behind you.

“Parking garage?” Gibbs asks as he reaches over your chest, your heart-rate picking up at the scent of his rugged cologne as he presses the button, causing the doors to close as you nod lightly.

“Thanks, sir,” you say meekly.

“No ‘sir’,” he says as he stands beside you, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Sorry…um…b-boss…?”

The upticked sentiment made him smirk.

Riding a couple of levels down, you go to dig around in your purse, looking for something to suck on as your stomach begins to growl lightly.

“Sorry,” you breathe as you rummage through your purse, “I forgot to-”

But the elevator lights dimmed as the cage roared to a stop, caused you to whip your gaze up.

Gibbs had stopped the elevator.

You had heard about these incidents.  Rumors in the office whenever he wanted to lay into someone, or reprimand them for a bad decision.

Your mind started to whirl with what you had done wrong.

“Sir…I mean, um…boss, i-i-if this is about-”

“Happy birthday,” Gibbs says, the tone in his voice softer than you had ever heard before as you finally lift your eyes and turn your head to meet his.

And that’s when you saw him holding a little wrapped box in his hand.

Furrowing your brow as you drop your purse, you take the small box from him as you turn it in your fingers, your eyes looking back up at him as his proud smirk slowly softens into a warm grin.

“Go on,” he presses.

Sliding the top off as you peer inside, you reach your fingers in as you pull out the square white box, your eyes flickering up towards Gibbs’ as he watches your every move.

You felt your heart-rate picking up faster and faster as your trembling fingers went to slide the other top of the white box open.

And as you peered inside of that one, your fingertips dipped in as they removed the shiny, silver locket from its cage.

Looking back up at Gibbs as his eyes begin to sparkle behind his aged irises, you allow the shining chain to dangle and swing as your nail unhinges the locket, the heart-shape beauty swinging open to reveal not a picture, but a phrase.

“Rule #51?” you read aloud, your head craning back as your eyes find Gibbs’.

“I-I-I don’t think I’ve heard that one yet,” you admit.

“Sometimes you’re wrong,” Gibbs says lowly.

What an odd thing to put in a locket.

And the confusion must have been apparent on your face, because the beauty of Jethro’s chuckle caressed your ears in that darkened elevator.

“It’s a reminder,“ he says.

“Of what?” you ask breathlessly.

“That inexperience doesn’t mean lack of talent.”

You felt your eyes widen as your neck begins to turn crimson.

He was addressing your lack of experience with men.

“But it’s also for me,” he adds.

“For you?” you question as you raise your gaze back to your boss, “A reminder in a locket that you give to someone…for you?”

“Yes,” he says through his throaty chuckle.

You could have sworn he had gotten closer to you as your neck begins to ache.

And just as if he had read your mind, you catch a movement out of the corner of your eye before feeling his rugged palm smooth out around the back of your neck, cradling your head at its base as his eyes dance in between yours.

“Wh-…what’s your reminder?” you breathe.

“That sometimes rules can be broken,” Gibbs murmurs.

You could feel his breath on your face as a tear surprised you, spawning and rolling down your cheek before you could catch it.

And your eyes fluttered closed when Gibbs swiped his thumb over your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he wiped your lonely tear away.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, almost inaudibly, as your gut begins to churn and your knees begin to tremble.

And as if the gods above were beckoning your every word, you feel your boss press his lips to yours, his hands cradling your neck and face as your lips move in tandem with his, gliding and massaging as his coffee-laced breath fills your nostrils.

You wanted to breathe in all of him while simultaneously sinking into his body.

Feeling him pull back from you, you find yourself sinking back down onto your feet as your eyes flutter open, your vision meeting with the softly etched face of Jethro Gibbs.

The boss you just kissed.

“That was my first,” you blurt out, your eyes widening as you curl your lips back into your mouth.

The grin on Gibbs’ face was timeless as grasps your shoulder, beckoning you to turn around as he takes the necklace from your hand.

“Nothin’ wrong with that,” he smirks.

“At 28?  Yeah, I’d say there’s everything wrong with that,” you snicker.

Feeling him drape the chain around your neck, you bundle your hair in your hand as his fingers work diligently to clasp the gift around your neck as the glistening heart locket that you snap back together falls just above your cleavage.

“No,” he says more sternly as he grasps your shoulders, turning you back towards him as he locks his gaze hard with yours, “there’s not.”

“I’ve never done this before, Gibbs,” you say, shaking your head slowly side to side as he reaches behind you, switching the elevator on as it roars back to life before jolting to move once more.

“Neither have I,” he states.

“You’ve had relationships,” you muse as you roll your eyes.

“Never with a younger woman.”

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” you ask meekly, casting your gaze downward as you reach for the purse at your feet.

“Long as you don’t mind datin’ an old man,” Gibbs counters as his arms hang at his sides.

“You’re not old, Gibbs,” you say as you roll your eyes over to him.

“Jethro,” he corrects.

“Hm?”

“Out of work, it’s Jethro,” he states.

The correction made you grin.

As the elevator doors open to the parking garage, you feel his hand on the small of your back as he ushers you out of the cage, walking you to your car as your hand digs for your keys in your purse.

“Thank you,” you say as you turn to him, your keys dangling from your hand as you look up at him, “for the present.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles.

It was the first time you had seen him genuinely smile since you started your job.

And it was because of you.

“Well, I should uh…get home,” you say as you unlock your car door.

“Mhm,” Jethro hums, bending down and giving you a lingering, warm kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll uh…see you soon?” you ask hopefully.

“Yep,” he grins, turning his back as you turn around to open your car door.

“Oh, and Y/N?” he asks, causing you to whip your head around to him as he stands in the middle of the garage.

“When you call Abby tomorrow, tell her you aren’t free Sunday,” he says.

And the smile that ricocheted across your cheeks was blinding.

“Will do, Jethro,” you call back to him.

“Good,” he nods, turning his back to you and walking towards the elevator.

You had to reach for the locket around your neck to make sure you were still grounded to reality.