she said an hour ago

This Whole Time

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“Absolutely not. There is no way you are dragging me into a muggle dress shop to sit around while you try on dresses,” Sirius shook his head. “Please, Pads?” Y/N stuck out her bottom lip, giving him the pouty face she knew her best friend couldn’t say ‘no’ to. Sirius groaned. “Why does it even matter?” “Because your my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I need your opinion!” Y/N cried dramatically, throwing herself into Sirius’ lap. “Bit dramatic today, aren’t we, Love?” Sirius muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Sirius,” Y/N whined, burying her face into his stomach. “Y/N, why don’t you just have William go with you to pick out the dress?” Sirius asked, reaching down to gently play with her hair. “He can’t see my dress before the ball!” Y/N exclaimed, shooting up from his lap. “And besides, he’ll just tell me I look good in everything. You’ll give me an honest opinion,” she added. “You do look good in everything,” Sirius laughed. “I know that,” Y/N gave his shoulder a gentle shove. “But you’ll tell me which one I look best in. And I need that. And I need you there to support me because you’re my best friendddddd,” she pouted, throwing herself across his lap once again. Sirius shook his head, unable to believe that he was about to agree to this. “Fine,” he huffed. “Let’s go.” “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squealed, sitting up and throwing her arms around him before jumping up and bounding to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

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Diagnosis // Ji Hansol

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the prompt: in which you wish to gain the attention of the cute receptionist, but you gain the attention of the handsome doctor instead.

words: 4625

category: fluff

author note: idk why my word count has increased lately but it has and that’s why these scenarios have been taking forever to be put out. anyway pls enjoy this scenario and support my tol baby ji hansol, wherever he is :’)

- destinee

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

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What is the thing that the clones love the most and hate the most?

House of Cards || kth v. jjk [2]

Originally posted by taehyungifs

House of Cards

  The Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Subtitle: V for Valiant  

Characters: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook 

Categories: Fluff, Angst

AU(s):College!AU, Stalker!AU, Best Friends!AU

Sypnosis: Some people see life in black and white, and others see it in brown and blue, but Kim Taehyung only sees it in red and you.

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Vision deterred,

For a dream deferred,

Falling deeper and deeper into your deception,

He does not mind the distorted perception. 

Thursday nights were usually dotted with homework due the next day and you cozied up in the library surrounded by your endless amount of homework. This had been a common occurrence since your freshman year in high school and as years progressed, even as a freshman of college in your first week, this made no difference - and Jungkook knew this. He had often managed to frequent his visits early on when you started it; mainly to bug you for the answers for chemistry class but also just to be around you since the two of you were nearly etched onto one another.  

After moving you in with your roommate, Hyejin, Jungkook found himself bothered by how you hadn’t cared to text him. Sure, he knew you could have been preoccupied with school work, but Jungkook knew better.  

Jungkook curses to himself as he takes long strides to be standing in front of your dorm, clad in gray sweats and his infamous white tee. Often times, Jungkook found himself acting more like an overprotective boyfriend, but he tried his best to put that thought out of his mind. His pouted lips display his disapproval when he meets the beguiling eyes of Hyejin and not your usual blithe ones.

“Jungkook, how nice to see you.” Hyejin simpers at Jungkook lashes batting as to further coax him into her presence.

“Hey, can you call Y/n out for me?” Jungkook asks softly, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of you but finds none. Worry adores Jungkook’s contours as he turns back to Hyejin.

“She said she went to the library a couple of hours ago,” Hyejin mumbles before tightening her grip on the door. “You’ll probably find her there.”  

 And with that, Jungkook is left standing alone in the corridor of your dorm house before making his way to the university library.  

 Theaters and parks were more of Taehyung’s ideal places, but libraries would sit well with him as long as he could be with you. The fresh smell of books were welcoming to him as he stared over the top of ‘Time Magazine’; watchful eyes gingerly looking over you as you highlighted key portions of the text. Oh, how Taehyung wished that he could approach you - surely you wouldn’t mind? You never seemed to mind the raven haired boy who often could be seen at your side.  

 For the last few years, Taehyung felt his only sense of purpose in observing you. You were, after all, his only source of light in his dark life that consisted of hiding behind corners and stealthily hiding before Jungkook could see him.  

 The very image of the hot-blooded younger man sends Taehyung clutching the magazine tighter; his jaw subconsciously twitching. Observing you for years had led him to observe Jungkook as well. It dawned Taehyung to think that Jungkook could withstand your presence for so long and not be awestruck - and if he was, he did a damn good job of hiding it.

Oh, but then there also had been the times when he hadn’t done such a great job at hiding it and Taehyung had witnessed it unravel each time.

Bringing him out of his thoughts, Taehyung holds his breath when he catches the sight of Jungkook patting your head affectionately and slowly gathering your things. Taehyung clicks his tongue in annoyance at how fast the younger boy acts. How was he able to find himself so comfortable under your gaze? When Taehyung stood in front of you for a mere minute in your dorm just the other day, it sent trembles down his spine and he couldn’t even bare to look Hyejin in the eye.  

“I’m not done, Jungkook.” You whine to your best friend who is presently taking the purple highlighter from your fingers. The drowsiness is evident in your voice.  

Jungkook chuckles softly as he ignores your futile pleas. “It’s Friday night, babe.” He zips your backpack to a close. “You’d live in the library if you could. How about we go catch a movie or to a party?”  

“First off, Jungkook, it’s Thursday night, not Friday. Secondly, movie, yes. Party? No.” You assert in between yawns.

Taehyung breathes a sigh of relief to himself at your sensible actions. You breathed sensibility and that was one trait that Taehyung adored about you. The only potential downside of this trait would be you rejecting him because of it - and that crippled Taehyung to his core at the thought of it. Perhaps that was why he resorted to himself watching you all of the years.  

“We can watch the movie at my dorm. Plus, my dorm mates are out.” Jungkook wiggled his brows at you.  

This was your relationship with Jungkook; him almost always fringing on the balance that was your platonic relationship. Sure, you are attracted to him, but you also had been attracted to many of Jungkook’s friends. Plus, you knew Jungkook to be all bark and no bite. Most of the time.  

You pushed Jungkook slightly back, a laugh contorting in your throat. “We are not that kind of friends, Jeon Jungkook.”

“You should respect me. I’m older than you.” Jungkook fakes a wince as he rubs his chest.  

“Certainly doesn’t feel like it,”  You cheese this time before yawning once more; displaying your blatant tiredness. Jungkook takes notice to the frequent sighs that escaped you and takes your right hand in his left; his own right gripping around your backpack that he briskly placed everything together in. “You’re too good to me, Jungkook.” You state the obvious with a small on your face.  

Whilst waving goodbye to the librarian, Jungkook chuckles. “I know I am,” He swings his arm with yours, fingers interlocking tightly within one another in content.

Only minutes into your walk and just under a mile away from your dorm, the gentle contact from the rain overhead rises as the two of you do your best to duck under storefronts and restaurant awnings to stay dry.  The mist from the dew drops causes the two of you to giggle like school children while trying to stay as dry as possible without having to sacrifice any of your belongings in the process. The lighthearted fun leads Jungkook to ask,  "Remember the first time we walked home together?“

Chewing on your bottom lip, you shake your head 'no’ in disappointment because it was the truth; you hadn’t. Quite frankly, you hadn’t remembered much prior to when you first met Jungkook in first grade. For as long as you could remember, Jungkook had been by your side – even before the two of you talked (you could not confirm this with facts but was fairly certain of this), Jungkook still was a big part of your life.  

"Gosh, Y/N. You don’t remember the first time we held hands?” His words left you blushing for once, despite all of the cheesy compliments and vivacious actions, his memory had to be what drawn you the most and how sentimental he could be under all of the playboy vibes that he often exhibited. “You were wearing this white shirt with cute blue shorts with ruffles on them – oh, and your shirt had polka dots.” His animated explanation temporarily makes you forget about the current weather. “I don’t remember why, it was probably about something little like that Rowoon kid stealing your crayons or something, but you were crying a lot. I gave you my favorite pencil – it was my favorite because it was red and you know how much I loved that color as a kid – oh and-”

Crying? The proposition has you furrowing your brows in confusion.  "Crying?“

"Don’t focus on the small details, I’m trying to be romantic here.” Jungkook shushes you with a joking smile and you laugh back at him. You nod at him as though to tell him to go on. “And I asked if you lived on Ron Street and you said 'no’ and I thought that was the weirdest thing ever because, at the time, no one ever went on Ron Street because of Mr. Kim. I wiped your tears with my thumb and you-”

“I asked if we could walk home together since we lived on the same street.” You add, the memories now formulating in your mind. “It started raining, like tonight, and we ran all the way home.” In the midst of you telling the story, Jungkook had stopped at the red light; left hand gripping your right one with a soft smile.  

“Do you want to do that again?” Jungkook beams at you. The small glints of tawny in his chocolate orbs are more vivid than ever and you feel your heart swell just a bit. “I promise I’ll give you a head start because you’re a girl.”

Jungkook, so engrossed in trying to prove his superiority, is sworn speechless when he watches you take off in front of him with a sneer. His brows knit together before he suddenly crosses the empty street, watching as your oversized hoodie (it was honestly Jungkook’s from two years ago but you never bothered to return it) flapped in the wind. “Y/N-AH!” Was what he screamed the entire way back to the dorms.  

Dark eyes sauntered over your frame as Taehyung watched you speed in front of the cocky teenage boy. Taehyung also adored your adventurous spirit, too. He loved how your eyes lit up when you talked about what you were passionate about; how your voice raises ever so slightly when you were planning to do something lively. Traits that he came to admire led him feeling the most anguish because it was drawn him to you more and more, and one day, he was certain that he would not be able to restrain himself anymore.  

Caring eyes peered to Taehyung’s own vacant ones; the slightest sliver of a smile on Taehyung’s face once he met your own. Tears stain your cheeks and he runs his fingers through his hair to mask the anxiety that ripples through him like a wildfire. “Masterpieces aren’t meant to be destroyed; they’re to be treated with care; with love; with everything that a father would give to his son.” The reference makes Taehyung wince, but you ignore it anyway. “Let me protect you, Taehyung.”  

“You’re only happy when you’re drunk.” Your lips pressed against Taehyung’s ear with a timbre of disappointment. The idea twinges Taehyung’s heart in response. “You’re overflowing Taehyung – you can’t continue on like this forever…. I hope you last, Taehyung.” You caress Taehyung’s cheek with a strained smile. The pain in your eyes immobilizes Taehyung in an instant and he bites hard on his bottom lip to stay silent. “I don’t want to lose you, Tae.” You smile softly at him, head lying on his shoulder while toying with his fingers. “I feel so lost without you… Why did you leave me?”  

Taehyung gulps hard and he, as he always is in your presence, is left breathless. What could he tell you? How could he make you understand something that he barely understood himself? Taehyung’s grip on your hand softens, but he doesn’t let go. He could never let go, even if he wanted to.  

“I know you aren’t happy, living like this.” You lean away from him and the loss of contact leaves Taehyung whimpering subconsciously. Could you not see how much he needed you – but that was the thing. You did know. You always knew. “I want to help you – I love you, Taehyung. Can’t you see that? But how can I get to you when I’m drowning myself? Does that make sense?”  

Once again, Taehyung is left rendered speechless at your profound you are; how breezily you speak your mind to him. How easily you know exactly what he wants to say and when he would say and make your response on that. “But Y/N-”

You straddled Taehyung’s lap, your hands encompassing his cheeks. “I’m holding my hand out to you but you’re not taking it back – do you like rejecting me? Do you like knowing that I will always be here?” You laugh, clearly in hysterics. “It hurts, Tae, so damn much. I have changed because of you – I have changed because of him. That boy – him, he, can be all of the stars in the universe but that wouldn’t matter because I don’t want a star. I don’t want something that will shine. I want the moon, and that’s what you are. We will align, Taehyung, but only if you want us to.” You move from his lap, collecting your jacket and this time it’s Taehyung’s; it’ll always be Taehyung’s.

“The moon? If I’m the moon, then what are you?”  

You swallowed. “You are the moon; and you liked me because I watched you, observed you, learned to love you and accept you for the precious being that you are.” Tears stream down your face and Taehyung can feel the ice noose around his heart. “But I? I am what you make of me Tae… and you what you want is the sun.”

Empty, desolate, nugatory  - all words that swallow Taehyung whole as he jolts up in his own bed. Sweat coats him; on his cheeks, his face, his chest – it envelopes him and he finds himself hyperventilating. Did you mean what you said? Was it honestly okay for him to come to you? To be there for you just as he had always wanted to?  

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.  

And just like Taehyung’s sweater, it would always be yes.  

Unorthodox Sleeping Arrangements

“The best solutions are often simple, yet unexpected.”-Julian Casablancas


“Uh, Rae? I think we’re lost…” Beast Boy trailed off, glancing around them with wide eyes. Looming up all around them were massive redwood trees, with a canopy so thick, it blocked out the sun. Every direction looked the same, no matter which way he looked.

They were lost. He was certain of it.

“No. We aren’t,” Raven growled. She stomped onward, trampling the ferns in her wake. Beast Boy heaved a sigh. She’d said that an hour ago. And the hour before that.

And yet, there was still no sign of their teammates or their camp.

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I am shopping in your bookstore and you didn’t notice my mother was standing directly behind me when you really blatantly hit on me. - Soma

Time to bust out of that post-resbang slump. Please accept this little bit of ridiculousness as I adjust back to writing past tense and Black Star’s shenanigans.

On FFN. Edit: On AO3 too, because I was too lazy to do it last night. 


It started out as a dare.

More like a challenge, really, one to see who could ask out their respective crushes first, and Maka refused to lose to her muscle-headed nincompoop of a neighbor who still insisted on being called by his childhood alter ego’s name.

Black Star. More like Black Death the way his nonsense seemed to kill all logic and reason with the speed and ferocity of deadly bacteria.

Gritting her teeth, Maka peered around the edge of the bookshelf she had strategically chosen for surveillance purposes - it was far enough away from the checkout that the grumpy object of this godforsaken mission would have a hard time seeing her, but close enough that she could gauge both how busy the store was and how tired he seemed. If she played her cards right, she could walk up when there were few people around, dazzle him with some tried and true wordplay that she had spent all of the previous night researching, and then be done before he woke up enough to realize he’d agreed to go on a date with someone as pathetically endowed as her.

She lurked in the sci-fi/fantasy section for another thirty minutes while the lunch rush came through, nearly forgetting about her mission entirely when she overheard a couple of teens talking about Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern series and getting into an animated discussion about the pros and cons of being soul-bonded to another sentient being. But then they left, and the relative quiet reminded Maka she had a job to do.

A final peek around the shelf confirmed that there was nobody else in the store but her and Sir Slouches-A-Lot. Remembering the Internet’s reminder that men like confident, assertive women, she put on her competitive jiujitsu face and strode up to the counter with her back straight and her head held high. Her script was memorized. Her research was iron-clad. There was no way this could end in failure.

“Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?” she asked him in the most neutral tone she could manage. No need to pull out the sultry yet - all of the articles she’d read had agreed that pacing was important.

“Excuse me?” he stuttered, eyes wide as he half-tripped, half-collapsed onto the counter.

Maka frowned. It seemed the initial line didn’t work so well - perhaps something more poetic would get the point across. “Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.” That should definitely provoke the needed response - his eyes were a brilliant shade of wine-red that did funny things to her stomach when she thought about it too much, but she supposed that was why Black Star teased her about him so often. That’ll stop when she wins this bet, though. Surely Star couldn’t be faring any better with Kid given his utter inability to form coherent sentences that didn’t involve some inane portmanteau of ‘bro’ and the meme of the week.

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When you befriend the members

Words: 1433

Fluff af

Not requested

Originally posted by moobinthighs


You rang the doorbell next to the door that led to ASTRO’s dorm. After a while, the door was opened and Myungjun greeted you.

“Ah, hello,” he bowed slightly and you did the same.

“Is Minhyuk here?” you asked, feeling slightly awkward in front of him.

“He’s practicing,” he said making you want to sigh.

“I’ll get going then,” you said with a forced smile and were about to leave.

“Oh, you don’t have to go,” he said making you turn back around. “I’m sure he’ll come back soon,” he smiled the smile that you remembered seeing when you first met the members. “You can just wait here.”

“No, no. I don’t want to bother you,” you said even though his suggestion was tempting.

“It’s okay, you won’t be a bother to us,” he said and opened the door more for you.

You entered the apartment, feeling a little anxious since this was your first time in the dorm without Minhyuk around.

“You can leave your shoes here and…” he looked around. “Sorry we don’t have any extra slippers,” he scratched the back of his head looking a little embarrassed.

“It’s totally fine,” you shook your head with a faint smile.

Myungjun left you alone and after you had taken your shoes off you felt your stomach twist a little.

I shouldn’t have agreed…

Here’s the thing. Even though you and Minhyuk had been together for a year already, you still hadn’t talked with the members a lot. You had met them multiple times but usually just briefly so you hadn’t been able to for any kind of friendship with them.

You walked out of the hallway and entered the messy living room of theirs. Bin and Jinwoo were in the room. You hoped that they would notice you without you having to say anything and they did.

“Hello,” they both greeted you, bowing a bit.

You bowed to them and looked around, spotting Dongmin in the kitchen. He turned around just then and saw you. He looked a little confused at first, probably because he didn’t recognize you at first.

“You are Minhyuk’s girlfriend, right?” he asked, a little unsure.

You nodded and he smiled. The two of you had only met once due to his busy schedule.

“She’s going to hang out here for a bit,” Myungjun appeared from god knows where. “Minhyuk should come soon, right?”

“Yeah,” Dongmin answered.

“Are you hungry _____?” Myungjun asked you and you were a little taken aback by the sudden question.

“Uh… Kind of… But you don’t have to make anything for me, I’m fine!”

“Hmm, I wonder if we have anything…” the two were already looking for something to feed you with.

“It’s okay,” Moonbin and Jinwoo joined the two. “We haven’t eaten anything yet either.”

Not long after you and the five members of ASTRO were sitting around their dining table, looking at the kettle full of noodles, almost drooling.

“Let’s dig in,” Sanha beamed and attacked the noodles first and soon after the others started eating, too.

“Here,” Bin handed you a plate filled with noodles when you weren’t eating.

“Ah, thank you,” you took the plate.

“Have some kimchi, too,” Jinwoo handed you the container full of sliced kimchi.

“Thank you,” you took some of it and started eating.

For some time it was quiet since everyone was enjoying the food.

“Minhyuk is taking longer than usual,” Dongmin stated making you look at him. He was looking at the clock on their kitchen’s wall.

“Does he know you are here?” Myungjun asked you and you nodded.

“I sent him a text before leaving.”

“Hmm…” he hummed and stuffed a huge pile of noodles inside his mouth.

“Is he nice to you?” Sanha asked from across the table and you almost chocked on your food.

The members chuckled a little at your reaction.

“Yeah…” you mumbled, embarrassed.

“He doesn’t talk about you much,” Bin said.

“That’s true,” Sanha nodded.

“Don’t tease her like that,” Jinwoo elbowed Bin.

“He has a sinful amount of pictures, though,” Sanha said, looking at you. “I sometimes feel like I’ll puke if I see one more picture of you.”

“His phone is full of your pictures,” Bin said while Jinwoo lectured Sanha. “We tease him a lot whenever we see him looking at your picture.”

You chuckled imagining the situation.

“He does talk about you sometimes,” Myungjun stated.

“I’ve never heard him talk about ______,” Sanha said and Bin nodded in agreement.

“That’s probably because he knows you little brats would tease him if he did,” Jinwoo said.

“He once told me about how you have the cutest habits,” Dongmin smiled widely.

“What?” you looked at him in disbelief.

“To me, he talks about you all the time,” Jinwoo said. “I recall him saying ‘_____ is so cute’ at least like a million times.”

You blushed a bit.

“Hyung did you know about this?” Sanha asked Bin who shook his head. “I feel so left out.”

Everyone laughed. After that, you talked about everything from your family to everyone’s weird habits. You laughed more than you ever thought you would have.

You heard a door open and close, telling you that Minhyuk was back. You turned around and he soon walked into the kitchen, looking dumbfounded.

“Why did you take so long?” Dongmin asked.

“Why is _____ here?” Minhyuk asked, looking very confused.

“She came a few hours ago,” Jinwoo said. “She has been waiting for you and we kept her company.”

“What the…” Minhyuk looked at you, still confused.

“I texted you,” you said.

He took his phone out of his pocket. “Oh, I guess I ran out of battery… Sorry for making you wait so long with these five.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “I laughed a lot.”

“You didn’t pay her to say that, did you?” Minhyuk frowned looking at the five.

“That aside,” Sanha got up looking angry. “Why do you talk about ____ to everyone else but me,” the maknae pouted while walking towards your boyfriend.

“Yah, you’re not the only one!” Bin got up too and soon the three were bickering loudly.

You smiled, thinking that it was good that the others cared about him a lot.

“I’m glad you came,” Dongmin put his hand on your shoulder and you turned around to look at him who was standing next to you. “It was nice to talk with you.”

He smiled before leaving the now noisy kitchen.

“I guess I’ll go write some lyrics,” Jinwoo got up too and smiled at you. “See you later.”

“See you,” you bowed a little and he left.

“You should come by more often,” Myungjun suggested.

“Are you sure I won’t be a bother?” you asked, worried that you were bothering the guys who were already tried from practicing hard every day.

“It’s nice to see friends every now and then,” he smiled and got up before leaving too.

Bin and Sanha were gone too and you were left alone with Minhyuk. You went over to the sofa where he was sitting, looking tired.

“Are you okay?” you chuckled and sat down next to him.

Almost immediately he lay down, placing his head on your lap. A sigh left his lips. “Hmm,” he hummed and closed his eyes.

You started playing with his hair. You knew he liked it when you did that so you weren’t surprised when he smiled a little.

“Did you practice hard?” you asked, twirling a hair strand of his.

“Don’t I always?” he mumbled with a smirk.

You chuckled a little. He opened his eyes and looked at you.

“What?” you asked after he had stared at you for a while.

“Nothing, I’m just enjoying the view,” he said with the most serious expression he could pull off.

“Oh yeah?” you asked. “You like my double chin that much?”

“Of course.”

You rolled your eyes.

“What did you talk about with the others?” he asked.

“Oh, you know, this and that,” you shrugged. “Mostly about your obsession with me.”

“What obsession?” he acted innocent.

“Come on,” you laughed. “I heard you have like a million pictures of me.”

“True. But I’m not obsessed,” he looked so innocent. “I’m in love,” he acknowledged the cheesiness of his line by saying it really dramatically.

“Ew!” You heard Sanha yell while passing the sofa. “Get a room hyung!”

The two of you chuckled at Sanha who went to the fridge and back into his room in mere seconds while trying not to look at the two of you.


Again, idk what this is, I just wanted to write this and lmao this ended up being so long I’m sorry but I hope someone likes this

The Parent Trap - Part Eleven

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 954

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten

Summary: When Dean shows up in the middle of the night unexpectedly, the reader learns that he knows more than he lets on and has a similar secret.

Story:

   The only time anyone ever knocked on your door at two AM was when you hunted. They never came bearing good news; it was either inconvenient or a trap. You never answered the door weaponless, especially at two in the morning, so when rapping wakes you from sleep at quarter past, you snatch up the pistol you keep hidden on a top shelf and prepare to use it. Small as it is, even small silver bullets will slow down most things.

   But you don’t need it, as it turns out. The knocker is only Dean. His presence is both a relief and a surprise, and he confuses you further by entering your house without a word.

   “What the hell?” you hiss.

   “Why do you have a gun?”

   “Because someone was knocking on my door in the middle of the night!”

   “You’re expecting me.”

   “What? Why would I be expecting you at this hour?”

   Dean furrows his eyebrows and crosses his arms. “Ramona called me like half an hour ago. Said she was homesick and to please come get her.”

   “Nobody called anybody.”

   “She used your cell, and I have the call history.”

   “Dean, the kids have been asleep for hours. Ramona is just fine, and I have no idea … oh, son of a bitch, he did not.” Pursing your lips, you check your purse for your phone, but you find it missing. “Mitchell.”

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Don’t You Like It?

Kiseok/Simon D X Reader 
Angsty-ish/Smut
Jealous and hurt by his actions while he’s away out of town is definite cause for retaliation. 

Kiseok was not usually a warm guy. In fact he was mostly cold and often grumpy. However, he liked you. That meant, that more often than not, he was incredibly sweet to you. That’s what you liked about him. His disinterest in everyone else made his interest in you feel that much more significant.

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Fly me to the Moon

[Previously…] [Next!]
A/N: Drunk!Usnavi is my spirit animal.
Summary: Usnavi is shitting bricks that Johan is coming over to meet his family&friends. ft. hints of Benina Sonny+Pete, and the gossip girls
WordCount: 3991
Taggies: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships


Day of Sonny’s graduation party, a feat that everyone in the barrio wanted to partake in, Usnavi was in the kitchen. Sonny’s nose led him there, following the wafting aroma of sugary, cinnamon and vanilla. “Mm something smells good~ Que cocinas?” He made a beeline to the covered pot only to be met with the hot, swiftness of a wooden spoon slapping the back of his knuckles. “DAMN! That hurt!” He hissed, taking back his hand. He kissed the back of his knuckles, watching Usnavi move in front of the pot like a guard dog.

“Its arroz con leche” Usnavi smirked, watching Sonny’s eyes gleam with delight. “Abuela Claudia’s old recipe.”

“No way, Abuela gave you her famous recipe for her rice pudding?” Everyone in the barrio knew that Abuela Claudia (god rest her soul) had the best rice pudding recipe in all of Manhattan. She could have made thousands maybe millions if she patented it. But like most good things they were only meant to be shared with loved ones.

“Nah” Usnavi shook his head then tapped the side of his temple. “I use to stand around and watch her cook back when she babysat me. I got it all memorized.” Those were simpler days. Now everything was different, abuela had passed on,  Sonny was looking at a four year school. Nina and Benny were newlyweds and new parents, Vanessa was living her life, and Pete even seemed to move out of the streets. And yet, Usnavi was still here. The money had been put into savings for both of them, Usnavi had some plans what to do with his money but as always he had trouble really making moves.

Meanwhile Sonny…was itching to finally touch his share of money. “So…I was wondering, since I’ve been making strides to a better future. I’m a lot more responsible and shit…you think I could get a few hundred?” He smiled a bit, Usnavi’s silence unnerved him a little. “Look you, said you’d hand over my share when you felt like I was ready to handle that cash. And I am.”

“No me diga…” Usnavi rolled his eyes keeping his eye on the pot. “And what do you plan to do with a couple hundred?”

“I’m bein’ serious!” Sonny’s voice took a desperate whine like tone. He was losing this battle before he could state his case. “I…wanna go out West.” Sonny’s pleads only elicited a hard, sarcastic laugh from Usnavi.

“He hasn’t even left yet and you’re planning on dropping money on him?” Usnavi placed the spoon down and turned to his younger cousin who was giving him all the stank eyes. “Pete isn’t a future, I want you to invest smart. Abuela Claudia put me in charge of her money, to be smart.”

“All you’ve done is let it sit in the bank, collecting dust.” Sonny narrowed his eyes. He jutted his chin out a little taking a harder stand against Usnavi’s tight hold on their small fortune.

“Its collecting interest, Sonny, you’re not touching that money. That’s your future.” As his older cousin, Usnavi was more than prepared to put Sonny down and remind him who was in charge. After all, Usnavi was Sonny’s only constant adult and role model. 

I love him.” Sonny answered boldly. Usnavi’s parental facade fell apart instantly.

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Doctor Office Secret

Type: One Shot | Imagine About Justin Bieber
Rating: Rated R for Sexual Content
Word Count: 2,368
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I took a deep breath in as I walked into the office. It was my first day at the doctors office and I wanted to impress everyone. I meet with the head doctor, Mr. Bieber as I wasn’t disappointed. He showed me around the office and pointing little things out that I needed to know. I wasn’t a full term nurse just yet but I was working on getting my degree. They said field work would be good and get me into the swing of things. I finally took my seat at my desk as I took everything in.

“If you need anything, or have any questions don’t be afraid to ask” Mr. Bieber said.

“Thank you for this chance” I nodded.

“Always good seeing people take interest in the medical field” He lead against my desk.

“Ive always wanted to help people” I looked at him.

“Good passion to have” he looked towards me.

He went back to his office as I started looking over appointments. I looked through his schedule just seeing how many people he saw during a day. As the days continued on things started to get easier as I got more comfortable in this job.I grabbed my purse as the office was closing for lunch. He held the door open for me as well as the other nurses. I smiled slightly as I walked passed him, my hand brushing against his slightly.

“Where are you going for lunch?” he asked as he shut the door.

“Who? me?” I turned looking at him.

“Yes, where do you for lunch?” he asked.

“Just to this family ran restaurant” I nodded.

“Care if I join you?” he asked.

“Sure” I nodded.

“Want me to drive?” he asked.

“Its in walking distant” I said as I started to walk down the sidewalk.

He soon caught up as he walked with me. Just having small conversation until we arrived at the restaurant. Once again he opened the door allowing me to walk into the restaurant. They seated us as soon as we got in the door, I sat across from him. Picking up my menu as I started to look through it, I finally settled on what I wanted.

“So what’s good here?” he asked.

“Anything really, ” I nodded.

“Alright, think I know what I want, ” he said.

We both order our food and drinks. Once the waitress walked away, I pulled out my phone. Just going through my emails and my class work. He sighed as he watched my on my phone. I looked up from my phone as our eyes meet. I put my phone back in my bag as I realized how rude I was being.

“Sorry, ” I looked at him.

“No problem, I’m used to it, ” he said.

“You shouldn’t have to be used to it, that’s rude” I said.

“Yeah, but when you are a doctor you always get paged” he said.

“Yeah, that may be true, but it’s rude to be on the phone while eating lunch” I nodded.

“It is, thank you, ” he took a sip from his cup.

“No problem, so can I ask something?” I asked.

“Sure, whatever you want to know, ” he said.

“Why did you want to come out to lunch with me?” I asked as I looked at him.

“Because you are a new nurse and I wanted you to feel comfortable with me” he nodded.

I was about to speak when our food came to the table. The waitress placed the plates down in front of us. The conversation died down for a short time as we ate. We both order dessert before we had to go back to the office. I went straight back to my desk as he went back to his office. I tried to focus on the schedule but I saw one of the nurse staring at me.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“Your new so he’s interested” she said.

“Excuse me, this is my job” I rolled my eyes.

“Yea but he will get you wrapped around his finger” she crossed her arms.

“It was just a co-worked lunch” I said.

“Keep telling yourself that, you will learn his games” she said before walking away.

A few weeks went by and the job was going good. I was still mainly focused on school work and learning while on the job. Doctor Bieber had me in his office a few times trying to show me different things. The nurses that were already working there didn’t want to help me. I guess they saw me as a threat and didn’t want me there. I mainly tried to keep to myself.

“Mr. Bieber?” I asked as I walked into his office.

“Yes?” he looked up at me.

“The appointment that you had at 2 is know moved to tomorrow” I nodded.

“Alright, thank you for telling me, ” he said.

“No problem” I smiled.

“Can I see you in the exam room?” He asked.

“Sure” I nodded.

I walked into the exam room with him behind me. I heard the door close behind us, I turned to face him. I was wondering what he wanted to show me. He moved closer to me, placing his hands on my hips. I looked up at him as I was confused to what was going on. He leaned down edging his lips closer to me. I could feel his breath against my lips as he placed his hand on my chin. I leaned up slightly allowing our lips to meet, his grip got tighter as he kept the kiss. He pushed me towards the exam table. Gripping my hips as I jumped slightly so he could put me on the table. Moving between my legs as he kept his lips against mine. I grabbed his shirt as I pulled him a little closer. I slightly pulled away from him as I looked up at him. His hand pressed against my neck as he rested his forehead against mine. His hands sliding up my sides, gripping my shirt as he moved higher. Rasing my hands up as he slips my shirt off. Throwing it onto the floor as he placed his lips against my neck. I leaned back having my hands holding me up slightly. His lips pressed against my skin as he gently sucks, slightly bitting. I let out a few moans as his started to move down to my collar bone. Gripping my hips with his hands as his lips slide across my skin. He fully laid me back as his hands started to push my shorts off. I slightly lifted my hips up so he could get them off easier. He took my panties off as well as my shorts so I was fully naked. I looked at him as his eyes danced across my body, bitting his lip slightly. He started undoing his pants allowing them to fall to his feet. His already hard dick showing through his boxers. I bite my lip at the sight of seeing how big he was. He pushed his boxers down bending over taking his pants off his feet. Once he was pants free he pulled out the strriups out from the exam table.

“Please place your feet here” he said as he sat on the stool.

“Yes doctor” I said as I placed my legs in them.

He pulled my hips down to the edge of the bed as he moved closer to me. He parted my lips with his finer tips, his thumb finding my clit. I laid my head back as I started to moan, I could feel his breath against my cunt. I gripped the edge of the bed as I felt his tongue tease my clit. Licking up and down my slit, placing his lips around my clit. I arched my back as I felt him sucking, pleasure going up my spine. Running his finger tips along my slit, getting them wet before pushing two inside. Arching them up to my spot as he started to move them, faster each time. I started moving my hips towards his face as he sucks against my clit. Still moving his fingers inside me as I felt myself edge closer to a climax.

“Dont hold back” he looked at me.

He wrapped his lips back against my clit, sucking more intensely. I pushed my hips towards him once again as I came against his fingers. He licked up my slit, cleaning me up slightly before standing up. He pushed the stool back into his place as he walked to the counter. Grabbing a condom before walking back to the table. He put the condom on quickly before rubbing his tip against my clit. Rubbing is up and down my wet slit before easing it towards my entrance. Pushing slightly as he slipped himself into me, just the tip at first. Pushing his hips towards mine as he slipped his full length into me. He gripped my legs as he thrusted into me, slowly first. He started to pick up the pace as my moans started to get louder. I pushed myself up with my arms as I watched him slip in and out of me.

“You like to watch?” he bite his lip as he looked at me.

“I love to” I looked at him.

“That’s hot, ” he smirked as he started to move faster.

I laid back as he thrust into me. I could feel myself edge closer to another climax. My breathing started to pick up as my moans did. He leaned down to kiss my softly as he started to moan in my ear. Sliding his hands down to my ass, pulling me towards him as he thrust. I arched my back trying not to scream as I climaxed against him. Once he felt me tighten around his he climaxed as well. He slowly pulled out as we tried to catch our breaths. He threw the condom away as we both started to get dressed.

“Doctor?” the other nurse said as she knocked on the door.

I stood behind the door as he opened it was seen what she wanted. They started to talk as I finished getting dressed, I tried to stay as quiet as possible.

“So are we still on for tonight?” she asked.

“No, I’m pretty tired, ” he nodded.

“Oh ok, maybe another time, ” she said as she walked away.

He peeked behind the door, seeing if I was dressed. He leaned towards me kissing me softly before he left the room. I left a few minutes later trying not to draw attention to myself. I quickly walked back to my desk and started to work again. I tried to avoid the nurse that had came to the door. It was the same one that warned me about the doctor. I didnt think anything of it, it was probably a one time thing. I saw her walking over to my desk and I tried to look busy. I failed at that because she wanted to talk.

“Where you in the exam room?” she asked.

“When?” I asked.

“About an hour ago” she said.

“Probably stocking some stuff” I nodded.

“With the doctor?” she asked.

“He came in to help since I’m new” I said.

“Ok, but for more than 45 minutes, that’s strange” she said.

“If you want to believe that then go ahead, I know what happen” I rolled my eyes.

“We shall see about that, ” she crossed her arms.

“Can you go? I have work to do, ” I said.

She rolled her eyes as she walked away. I was ready to leave the office by the end of the day. It seemed like Mr. Bieber sent everyone home a little early. I was getting my things ready to leave when he came sitting on the edge of my desk. I looked up at him trying to figure out what he was doing.

“May I help you?” I finally asked.

“Would you like to come home with me?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” I looked at him.

“I can cook dinner for us and have a chilled evening” he said.

“I would like that” I smiled.

“Then come with me, ” he grabbed my hand.

I smiled as I grabbed his hand as well as my bag. He leads me to the back of the building where I saw a motorcycle. He handed me a helmet as he started to put his one. I put me back on my back as I put the helmet on as well. He got onto the bike before I did, I wrapped my arms around his waist. He started the bike and we were off, the air rushing around us. We pulled up to his house and I was in awe of the building. I knew being a doctor brought in a lot of money, but this was amazing. I got off his bike before he did and he leads me into his house. I put my bag by the door and took my jacket off. He grabbed my hand, leading me into the kitchen. I sat on the counter top as I watched him cook for us. He poured us both a glass of wine, handing mine before turning his attention back to cooking. I finally got down off the counter as he was plating the food. I took my seat at the dinning room table as he placed the plates onto the table. He topped off our glasses before sitting down next to me. We started to eat and afterwards I placed my plate into the sink. We went into the den and started to watch movies, just cuddling on the couch together. Over the next few weeks we would always meet during lunch break or when everyone left. We tried to keep our relationship a secret, but that was harder than I thought. Every time I saw him I just wanted to kiss him or do other things to him. The other nurses started to catch on and soon our secret was out in the open.

Isaac Lahey Imagine- The Girl In The White Dress

Part1     Part2

“Y/N” Stiles said in annoyance. “Y/N!” everyone shouted, noticing you were zoned out completely. “Sorry, it happened again didn’t it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes. Everyone nodded, causing you to sigh. The whole being a siren thing was new to all of you, none of you knew exactly how to control it. You looked around the lunch room, not remembering how you got there, you often blanked out without memory of what previously happened. “Do you remember what we were talking about?” Isaac asked knowingly. You shook your head and smiled, trying your hardest to keep your heart rate stable. You could see Lydia, Malia and Kira smirking from the opposite side of the table. You widened your eyes at them, before turning to look back at Isaac. “We were talking about meeting up later in Derek’s loft for a movie night, you in?” he asked. “Sure” you managed to mutter, still trying to contain your heart rate. When the bell went, everyone began to pack their stuff away and head to last lesson. You barley stood up, before Lydia linked your arm and began walking you to biology. “He likes you” she said smiling brightly. “He only asked if I was coming to the pack night in” you retort, looking back to make sure he wasn’t listening to the conversation. “And do you know why that is?” she tugged at your arm, so you would turn back around. “Because I make the best popcorn?” you answered hesitantly. “Don’t be so naïve, he totally wants you”  she said, guiding you into the classroom and sitting next to you. “If you say so” you said with an eye roll. Students began pouring into the classroom; Isaac, Scott and Stiles included. They sat in their usual seats across the room, Scott next to Stiles and Isaac in front of them. You took your note pad and pen out of your bag casually, before turning to Lydia. “What would make you think he likes me anyway?” you said intrigued. “Your certainly his type” she said, noticing your clear curiosity. ”And that is?” you questioned. “Well, you’re intelligent, mysterious, super hot, bad ass, witty and a tad bit too sarcastic” she added. You smiled and looked over at him, his blue eyes bright and his curls resting perfectly on top of his head. “why wont you just admit you like him?” she leant forward to bock your view of him. “Because I don't” you exclaimed, folding your arms. She laughed and shook her head at you. “Even if I did, its obvious he isn’t interested in me, like that” you said with slight sadness. “You’re kidding right? When there’s a new threat he refuses to leave your side, he always makes sure you get home safe after watching the lacrosse matches, he glares at any boy that comes near you, he asks your dearest brother Stiles about you when you don’t come to school and he stares at you so intensely, like seriously, and that’s just to mention a few” she rambled. “Okay Lyd, breathe” you said laughing, to hide your blush. “Oh and not to mention Isaac stares at your bum, a lot!” she giggled. “I do not” he retort from the other side of the room, his cheeks flustered. You sighed in relief after realising that’s the only part he heard with his stupid werewolf hearing.

Later that evening you arrived at Derek’s loft, after reluctantly listening to Stiles sing to the radio for the whole journey. When you entered; Kira was setting up a film you could ALL watch, Lydia was propping up the pillows to take a cute ‘pack night in’ picture, Scott and Malia were having a competition on who could eat the most pizza, Liam was awkwardly watching everyone, Derek was doing push ups (he was actually staying for once) and Isaac was standing in the door frame shaking an empty popcorn bowl at you. You rolled your eyes and put your arm around Liam, dragging him into the kitchen “Come on wolf boy” you laughed, making him feel welcome. You grabbed the bowl out of Isaac’s hand and pushed past him playfully, before teaching Liam your popcorn making skills. Eventually, you all settled down in front of the TV. Kira and Scott snuggled up together on the far sofa with Malia and Stiles also snuggled up together and Liam squashed between the two couples. Derek was in and out the most of the time, but he dragged a single chair and sat on that. Meanwhile you, Lydia and Isaac sat on the other sofa. You sat in the middle, ignoring Lydia’s smirks when she noticed Isaac rested his arm on the seat behind you and how you kept bickering with one another because you couldn’t watch the film properly due to his constant fidgeting. “I love this part, watch, watch, did you guys see that!” Stiles said enthusiastically, as per usual he was giving you all a running commentary of the film. “Stiles shut up!” you shouted. “Wait I missed it, can you rewind it” Scott said in confusion. “ What film are we watching?” Malia asked with furrowed brows. “I think we’re watching Harry Potter” Liam answered. “No, that was the film we watched last week” Lydia said, staring at her manicured nails. “Great, my phone just died” Kira groaned. “Which one of you stinks of teenage hormones?” Derek asked bluntly with a loud sigh. All eyes went towards Isaac, who gave a quite innocent look followed by his signature smirk. You pushed him playfully and rolled your eyes at him, causing Stiles to heave at the thought.

After about an hour into the film, the majority of the pack had fallen asleep with the exception of Kira who was drifting in and out, along with Derek who was still watching the movie. You sat up and gently moved Isaac’s head, which was resting on you. You stood up and walked over to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You noticed when you were pouring it your hands were beyond shaky, when you attempted to pick the glass up you dropped it and it smashed on the floor. It was happening again;the migraine, the dizziness and the tight pain in your chest. You stumbled out of the kitchen and back through the living room, holding your head. “I’m just going to get some fresh air” you said quietly. “Are you ok?” Derek asked, sitting up in his chair protectively. “I’m fine” you smiled. He didn’t realise that you weren’t wearing shoes and he wasn’t aware of the cold climate outside of the stuffy loft. You loved your friends, but you were tired of relying on them all the time. You opened the door and closed it quietly behind you, before going downstairs. You were in the parking lot for what seemed like a few minutes, not a few hours. It turns out your siren abilities had taken over, but this time it was stronger. You unwillingly began walking, until you were in the forest. You had no control but you were still aware of what you were doing, until you’d found yourself at the Nemeton, that’s where you completely lost yourself. 

Meanwhile, Isaac had woken up after realising there was no longer a warmth or the smell of your perfume beside him. He looked around noticing everyone else was asleep, he glanced over to the kitchen but you weren’t there. He waited for a few minutes in case you’d gone to the bathroom or something. He rubbed his eyes and looked back at the Tv screen, it was just the Netflix home screen by now. After another minute he began to get worried, he pulled his phone out his back pocket and sent you a text to ask where you were. That’s when your phone went off on the coffee table, it was placed next to your jacket and your shoes were still by the door. “Derek… Derek!” he whispered, his voice getting louder. Derek’s eyes soon drifted back open, “What?” he asked grumpily. “Where’s Y/N?” he questioned. “You mean she isn’t back yet?” Derek was just as puzzled as him. “Back from what?” he interrogated. “She went out for fresh air about an hour ago” Derek said, sitting up. “Wake them up, we need to find her, something could of happened, anything could of happened to her while we’re doing nothing to help her” he exclaimed, which was enough for the other werewolves to hear and begin to open their eyes. But Isaac had already stormed out in search of you, he already had your scent fresh on his mind so it wasn’t like he needed anyone’s help anyway.

“Y/N!” he called, after tracking your scent to the forest. Every worse possible scenario ran through his mind as he wacked through the low hanging branches and bushes. He was looking around for about 20 minutes and all he made was two circles of the same area, your scent was somehow scattered all over the place. By now he was sure the rest of the pack was also out looking for you, followed by your dad and the police department, but something came over him that made him adamant to find you first. He turned a corner and bumped straight into something, you. The pearl white dress you were wearing had now been slightly tinted grey by the outdoors, your feet covered by the grass and moss you had been walking on, he slowly looked up to see you staring directly at him, your eyes were glazed over and glowing silver. You wrapped your arms around his neck, not breaking eye contact before pulling him into a long attentive kiss. You then pulled away from him and brushed past as if nothing had happened. Every being in his body wanted to grab you by the wrist, so he could take you back to safety but he physically couldn’t. The only thing he was able to do was follow after you admiringly. He did this until you reached a river, by the time he got there you were standing at the other side, by the edge. “Y/n!” he tried to shout, but all that came out was a faint whisper. You didn’t look at him, you simply took another step until the water was up to your knees. Break out of it, break out of it Isaac, he kept repeating to himself trying to get out of the siren trance you had put him in, but it wasn’t working. All he could do was watch as the girl he loved slowly submerged herself into a freezing cold lake. “Y/N!” he shouted, he had broken out of it the second your whole body had been submerged. He kicked off his shoes and shoved off his coat, before diving into the lake. He was instantly hit by the coldness, but the usual blackness of the deep water seemed to be illuminated by your presence. He swam over to you, after seeing your silver eyes glowing, however all natural light seemed to have drifted from them, the closer he got to you the louder a voice got inside of his head, your voice. Repeating the same words “I love you, come closer, Isaac, I love you, come closer”. He grabbed your body and pulled you back to the surface. He took you back onto the river bank, noticing your eyes had drifted closed and your skin had grew pale. Twigs snapped behind Isaac as Malia and Scott emerged, running over to you two. “Y/n” “Y/N! Wake up!” “She’s not breathing” “Someone call Stiles and an ambulance” “Don’t die please” “WAKE UP!”.

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The Kenzaki Theory

How the hell is Kenzaki in ever Tres Spades hotel whenever he is needed? 

Totally not inspired by Avatar The Last Airbender.

Joo Dee = Kenzaki

Just a little funny thing I’ve had stuck in my head for a while. 


Sitting in the penthouse lounge in London, the auction managers, minus Eisuke, all seemed to have the same thought at the same time. They watched as Kenzaki bowed to Eisuke before leaving and all frowned.

“I just had a thought.” Baba began once Kenzaki left, “How is it, that Kenzaki is in every Tres Spades?”

“I thought I was the only one!” Ota breathed a sigh of relief after hearing he wasn’t the only one confused about Kenzaki.

“Do you like, transfer him to whatever hotel you’re at? Because even if you’re in Japan for a week, Kenzaki is there, and he’s here when you come back.” Baba continued. Eisuke’s face didn’t change as he sipped his coffee.

“He’s almost as confusing as the Mad Hatter.” Mamoru added.

“What if he is the Mad Hatter?” Ota suggested.

“He’s not the Mad Hatter.” Eisuke finally said something as he finished his coffee. Realizing he was going to need another cup if he was going to sit here and listen to this nonsense he called Melody up.

“It’s almost like there are multiple Kenzaki’s.” Mamoru said, sounding uninterested.  

“Exactly!” Although they were all thinking it before Baba said it, Baba was the most enthusiastic about this topic that had been bothering him.

“There isn’t multiple Kenzaki’s.” Eisuke huffed, starting to get irritated.

“Well then explain how he is everywhere.” Baba demanded.

“And how you get such loyal employees.” Soryu added when Melody entered.

“Coffee?’ Melody asked, glaring at Eisuke when he offered her his empty cup, "I was just here.”

“That was nearly an hour ago.” Eisuke said as she snatched up the cup.

“All this sugar will rot your brain.” She mumbled as she went to make a new cup of coffee.

“You’re getting off topic.” Ota interjected before Eisuke could snap back at her.

“I don’t have to explain Kenzaki to you. He is just a loyal employee, like Melody.” Eisuke said simply.

“Yeah but you don’t sleep with Kenzaki.” Ota said grinning. Eisuke and Melody both glared at Ota. “But if it is that you transfer him wherever you go, he mustn’t have a life.”

“What if he is a robot? That would explain everything!” Baba said.

“Mr. Kenzaki is not a robot.” It was Melody this time who shot down Baba’s idea as she handed Eisuke his coffee, “Why are you even arguing this?”

“Because for all we know Eisuke has a secret underground training facility where he trains clones of Kenzaki to work in each hotel and take over any Kenzaki’s who might not meet his needs.” Soryu said flatly, not meeting anyone’s eyes as everyone’s gaze shot to him.

Baba and Ota burst out laughing, and even Mamoru chuckled a bit, “That’s ridiculous Sor.” Baba managed to say through his laughs. He stopped however when he looked up and saw Eisuke. His arms were folded and he was grinning at Soryu.

Soryu met his gaze and grinned back, “You can’t hide anything from me Eisuke.” He said making Eisuke laugh shortly.

“Wait! So Soryu was right!?” Ota and Baba exclaimed, shocked.

“Now I never said that.” Eisuke said sipping his coffee.

Bonus

Eisuke hated coming here. It was always so damn hot, even with air conditioners running. But, sometimes he just had to so he could check on the progress.

“What’s the verdict?” Eisuke asked looking over at Kenzaki beside him.

“Fourteen failures, six successful and ready when needed.” Kenzaki said making Eisuke nod.

“Good. Could be better but at least I have some.” Eisuke looked back over the railing to the rows of lined up men below, all bearing the same face and voice as the Kenzaki beside him. Nodding approvingly at his small army of Kenzaki’s, he looked back at the one beside him, “So do you think we could make another Soryu?”

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Mend

So this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr. Don’t know how this will go. I guess if people seem to respond, I’ll write another part?

Let me know what you think!

Bucky x Female Reader

Description: Reader has terrakinesis and going through a lot of emotional personal issues when Steve brings back Bucky. 

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader (enhanced) 

Word Count: 6,768

Set after Captain America: Civil War. Contains Civil War spoilers!!!


Tensions remained tight within the Avengers. Tony still hated Bucky. In fact, he wouldn’t even acknowledge Bucky when they were in the same room. Thankfully that was rare, seeing as Steve and his team were hidden from the public. They were still considered wanted vigilantes.

Steve, with the help of Tony, found an abandoned subway station in New York to make somewhat of a base for the exiled crew. Tony fixed it up so it was almost as nice as the Avengers compound. Almost. But more importantly, it was untraceable to the government. They were hidden and they were safe.

Tony and Steve still had their disagreements, but Tony knew they didn’t deserve to be behind bars. There were still moments when he wanted to end Bucky, however. Steve just hoped that would close with time. On the bad days, many of them refused to admit that they thought maybe Bucky should’ve stayed frozen in Wakanada just a little bit longer.

Living as vigilantes forced Steve to experience his daily life in a different way. That’s how he met Y/N. Roaming the streets of New York City in the shadows allowed him to observe others more than before. He had become a celebrity after the battle in the city. But now he had no choice but to slip through the streets unnoticed. He managed to fall upon other enhanced people. Some he would sidestep. They weren’t lost; they just wanted to be left alone. Others, like Y/N, needed some guidance. But they were also meant for something more.

“So you’re sure you’re up for this?” Steve asked sincerely. “This place is huge. You don’t have to meet anyone until you’re ready. Everyone’s pretty good at keeping to themselves.”

Bucky sighed. “Steve, I’ve got it under control.”

Bucky had been frozen for months. T’Challa furthered his kindness to the brainwashed soldier, finding experts to help him break the mind control Hydra had imposed on him for so long. Bucky refused to leave the sanctuary of Wakanda until he, and everyone who helped him, were absolutely sure he wouldn’t be a danger to those around him.

Steve looked at Bucky, trying to read everything his best friend wasn’t saying. After a moment, he nodded and gripped Bucky’s shoulder in encouragement.

“Well… you already know a lot of them. Sam,” Steve pointed to the veteran who was leaning against the kitchen counter with his coffee. Sam had been watching Bucky with narrowed eyes the moment Bucky arrived. He gave a half nod to Bucky…but it came off as more of a glare.

Most of the compound was open concept. Bucky could pretty much see everyone spread out. Scott was sitting at a desk, tinkering with his suit and gadgets. Steve called out his name. Instantly, Scott recognized Bucky and gave an enthusiastic wave from behind a bright lamp. Bucky managed to give somewhat of a shy smile.

They kept walking through the compound. Steve didn’t want to make a big deal about Bucky’s arrival, especially because Bucky didn’t seem to want the attention. There was an opening with higher ceilings further into the compound. It was almost a sync hole that was a pit from the rest of the complex.

Steve led him toward the brighter lights. It was set up like a gym and training room. Safely away from everything else and protected with some high tech glass that was pretty much indestructible. At least Tony went on to explain for at least an hour, but Steve stopped listening. They paused at the glass, looking down at the pit below. Red flares were flying around everywhere.

Clint was training Wanda on hand-to-hand combat. He moved in a way that required her to use physical force combined with her abilities. Steve watched intently, forgetting Bucky’s tour for a moment.

“Come on.” Steve nodded his head to an elevator that led down.

“Looking good, Wanda.” Steve complimented as he walked into the pit.

“I still need some improvements.” She replied with a thick accent.

“Her toughest critic…” Clint muttered with a laugh. He nodded towards Bucky. “Good to see you again, man.” Bucky nodded back. Wanda gave a friendly smile.

Suddenly the ground started to shake. Bucky looked around with concern…but easily steadied his feet. However, the other three seemed utterly unfazed.

“She’s still at it? She was training hours ago.” Steve said with concern and disappointment. He glanced down a weird hallway that Bucky hadn’t noticed before. It seemed haphazardly made. No support or flooring. It was a rock tunnel that looked like it belonged in a coalmine.

Clint shrugged. Wanda’s expression was sad. “Maybe you should talk to her.” She suggested.

“She doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” Steve immediately answered. Before Bucky could ask what they were talking about, Sam’s voice was heard on some kind of intercom.

“Hey, Cap, Tony’s on the line. Can you come up here for a second? You too, Wanda and Clint.”

Steve looked at Bucky awkwardly.

“I don’t need a babysitter, punk.” Bucky said with a forced smirk.

The three of them quickly walked to the elevator to go back to the main floor. The moment he was alone, the floor shook again. It was harsher this time… Bucky almost lost his balance. With intrigue, he started slowly walking toward the rock tunnel Steve had been looking at.

Dust sprinkled down from the rocky ceiling as he slowly inched forward. He senses didn’t tell him there was any threat, especially after listening to the other’s conversation about who was waiting on the other end.

When he finally got to an opening. The walls seemed to be shaking too. He saw a young, beautiful woman in the middle of a huge cave. Boulders were flying around. He glanced at her hands and it appeared as if she was controlling them. Then the ground started shaking again and the land beneath her feet rose up like a platform. She started jumping from rock platform to platform, like a staircase that shot from the earth on her command.

Bucky didn’t know how long he had stood there watching her. But he jumped when Steve was at his side. He cursed himself. No one should be able to sneak up on him life that. Apparently the girl had his full attention.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Steve commented as he leaned against the rock wall, crossing his arms. Bucky just nodded. “It’s terrakinesis. That’s just Tony’s fancy word for earth manipulation.”

The girl finally did a backflip off one of her rock podiums. Landing perfectly into a knee lunge. There was a pause of silent, as if the earth was thankful for her finally giving it some kind of rest. She slowly stood up, her back to them. Bucky could see her chest rising and falling with exhaustion even from their distance.

She was wearing high-waisted black leggings and just a black sports bra.

“Why don’t you take a break Y/N?” Steve finally called out. Bucky expected her to jump in surprise from the interruption. But she barely acknowledged Steve. Slowly she walked in their direction to a bottle of water that was just a few feet away from them. If she noticed Bucky’s presence, she didn’t show it. Now that she was closer, he could see how toned she was. Her muscles even more obvious from her glistening sweat.  He didn’t doubt that she could hold her own in a fight, even without the earth manipulation.

“Y/N, this is Bucky. He’s going to be staying with us.” Steve said cheerfully.

Y/N took a swig of water and tossed the bottle roughly to the ground. She eyed Bucky without a care. “Nice to meet you.” She said unexpectedly nice. For some reason, Bucky’s 1940s gentleman instincts suddenly wanted him to offer her his hand. Something that hadn’t happened meeting any of the others. He managed to ignore the urge.

She missed the inner turmoil and was already turning back around to go to the middle of the cave again.

“Y/N, that’s enough. You’ve been at it for hours.” Steve voice was stern now.

“I’m fine.” She snapped.

“You look like you’re going to collapse any second. Plus, Clint is only in town until tomorrow evening. You promised you’d work on hand-to-hand combat with him before he left.”

“I’ll be fine.” She said again, raising herself on a rock again. This time, it was completely detached from the ground. She floated around the cave.

Bucky expected Steve to get in Captain mode and yell, ordering her to stop. To his surprise, Steve’s face softened. “Y/N, please… for me.”

The rock stopped mid-air and slowly shook to the ground. She didn’t look mad. In fact, it almost looked like she was thankful someone finally got her to rest.

Now Bucky could see the fatigue and…was it sadness?… in her eyes. Without another word or glance, she quickly walked past them and back through the tunnel.

Steve sighed. “She’s not really like that.” Bucky looked at him, expecting more information. “Y/N’s been having a rough time.” That was all he alluded to before he guided them back to the compound.

“Sometimes the other’s stop by if they can manage to come unnoticed.” Steve chatted, as if to change the subject. “Peter the most, since he lives the closest.”

“Who?”

Steve smirked. “The kid with the webs…”

Bucky grimaced, remembering the confrontation him and Sam had with the spider freak.

“Come on…I’ll show you to your room.”

Bucky awoke in a cold sweat. He might have been able to get rid of the brainwashing and manipulation triggers… but he couldn’t stop the memories of what he’d done because of them. The doctor’s in Wakanda said the PTSD would always be something he’d have to deal with. But it still made him feel like a failure every time he shot up from another nightmare.

He knew there was no going back to sleep. So he’d wander. Eventually he fell upon a hatch that had an arrow pointing up. During the tour, Steven mentioned that they had access to some sort of balcony/rooftop when they all felt like they were in a dungeon. After all, the whole place was underground.

Bucky opened the hatch as quietly as possible and a metal spiral staircase was on the other side, already being lit by either the moon or the city lights above. There was a slight breeze moving his long hair. He paused when he got to the top.

Y/N was sitting in one of the few chairs on the balcony.

Bucky hesitated, not wanting to interrupt. And she didn’t seem like she wanted to be bothered after their first meeting. But he understood.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the skyline.

Bucky was impressed with her acuteness. Now he couldn’t leave without seeming impolite. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about the woman. As he made his way to the chair next to hers, he realized he had completely underestimated her beauty. He had noticed it watching her training… but it was a different beauty: fierce, independent, and almost dangerous. Now, with her hair washed and skin without sweat, she looked sweet and beautiful. But there was that sadness again.

He silently sat down, matching her gaze toward the twinkling skyline.

She studied him when he wasn’t looking. He was too focused on not intruding. She hid a little smirk at his quietness.

“I think I came off a little rude earlier today.” She finally broke the silence. “I’m Y/N.” She reached her right hand to him confidently.

He shook it gently. “Bucky.”

“Steve’s been so excited, waiting for your arrival.” She said. “I’m glad you’re here. He already seems happier.”

She was so mysterious to him, sounding so sweet now when she had been so cold and almost reckless earlier. Maybe that’s just how she got when she was training, he considered.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” He surprised himself by asking. Since he escaped Hydra, he still wasn’t very talkative. It was hard to know if it was due to his lack of trust in himself around others or if he still didn’t see the point in connecting with others.

“Nope.” Y/N muttered. She took a drink from a bottle. Bucky realized it was whiskey. She watched him eyeing it. “Shh.” She giggled, but not in a drunken way. “Don’t tell Steve I have this. It will just give him something else to worry about.” But her smirk proved that she didn’t really care if he found out.

“Do you get nightmares?” She asked genuinely. Her voice had gone even gentler.

Bucky gaze quickly snapped to hers.

“Steve mentioned to me about what you’ve gone through.” Y/N explained.

It made Bucky realize maybe Steve and her were closer than he thought. Steve was overly protective of him. He wouldn’t just tell anyone his story.

“Something like that…” He finally muttered an answer.

Y/N just nodded slowly.

Bucky was surprised she didn’t push any further. Usually people would ask more. Or, in a forced tone of authenticity, tell him they could always talk to him if he needed to. The doctors in Wakanda always pulled that crap with him.

But the two of them just sat there in silence, both staring out at the city.

Bucky knew he wouldn’t be able to go to sleep. But a wave of relaxation draped over him the longer he sat there. Sitting in silence with someone else comfortably was underrated. The air was getting cold. He was about to suggest she head back in. His super soldier serum practically made him immune to the cold and the sicknesses that came with overexposure to it. However he doubted she had the same resistance.

But when he looked back over at her. She was sound asleep. The bottle of whiskey was hanging from her hand, completely empty. He guessed that was the only way she could beat her insomnia.

Once again, his old school gentleman response was to carry back inside. He would do it happily, especially since no one would be awake to question it. But he realized he had no idea where her room was located. As if some higher being could sense his unrest, Steve came onto the balcony. He stopped in his tracks when he made eye contact with Bucky.

Bucky, refusing to look like he’d been caught doing something bad, put a finger to his lips. Steve nodded in understanding.

“Don’t worry. She won’t wake up.” Steve explained, still in a quiet tone. Bucky realized he had a thick blanket in his grasp. Steve started unfolding it.

Bucky stood up. “It’s too cold. I’ll carry her inside.”

Steve, as if he were waiting for his best friend’s chivalry to activate, instantly shook his head. “No…it’ll infuriate her.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest.

“Trust me, Buck. She’ll be fine.” Steve draped the thick blanket over Y/N’s sleeping form. Then he saw the empty bottle of whiskey. Picking it up, he shook his head almost in disappointment.

“Come on.” He muttered to Bucky.

They walked silently back inside and closed the hatch behind them.

“What’s wrong with her?” Bucky had the courage to ask Steve.

He narrowed his eyes at him. “Nothing’s wrong with her, Buck.”

Bucky scoffed. It was strange to see his friend so protective over someone. Usually the energy was in his direction. It sparked a little emotion he didn’t recognize. Was it jealousy? He suspected Steve saw Y/N as more than just a comrade.

Steve started walking back toward both of their rooms. “You know what I mean. You said she was having a rough time…?” Bucky pushed. A part of him would have been selfishly relieved if there were someone else here who was fighting through something like him.

Steve didn’t speak until they were at their bedroom doors. He slowly faced Bucky and addressed the question finally. “She got her heart broken, Buck.” He sounded exhausted and empathetic when he conclusively said it. “She’s not handling it too well. She’s usually good at hiding it. In fact, none of us even knew it happened for almost a month. Then she…she just stopped acting like herself.”

Bucky barely nodded. Somehow he was surprised. It explained the sadness and the air of heedlessness that surrounded her. It was a very human thing that she was going through… and surprisingly normal. In fact, it was the most human thing he witnessed since he escaped Hydra.

Steve seemed to be trying to read Bucky’s mind. “Don’t even think about it.”

Bucky blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“Just because you’ve been in and out of cryo… and brainwashed doesn’t mean you’re still not a lady-killer. I saw the way you watched her yesterday.”

Bucky smirked. That was definitely not the person he was anymore. “Somebody’s touchy.” He teased. Though a part of him was laying bait to see if Steve had feelings for Y/N.

“It’s not like that.” Steve said seriously, ruining Bucky’s attempt at being playful. “She’s a good friend. Like the little sister I never had.”

“Steve…I’m still dangerous. I’m the remains of the Winter Solider. I think I’ve got it under control. But I’m always going to have to work on it. I’m never going to be able to completely rid myself of my demons.”

Steve gave him a sad look. “You don’t know that.”

But he immediately shook his head. “Yes, I do.” Bucky sighed. “I’m not looking for pity. I’m telling you because the last thing I need to be doing is courting women. That’s never going to be a part of me again.”

Steve didn’t disagree, because his friend was right. Not only would Bucky be a danger to anyone who got close to him. But he couldn’t imagine the emotional damage Bucky could go through if he fell in love and that hypothetical woman couldn’t love him back the way he needed.

Steve gripped his shoulder before saying, “Night, Buck.”

But Bucky couldn’t go back to sleep. He changed into a black tank top and sweatpants. No one would be in the gym now. He needed to train. The doctors in Wakanda monitored his fitness far too much. At the beginning, they worried that too much physical activity and adrenaline would ignite the winter soldier once again. The whole thing left Bucky constantly feeling restless.

He walked into the pit and the lights slowly brightened. A robotic voice suddenly spoke, “Would you like me to play music, James?” He smirked at it calling him by his first name. Steve must have put him in the system before he arrived.

He shrugged. ”Sure.”

“What would you like to hear?”

Suddenly Bucky realized that he had no idea. Sure he’d heard the music of today. But he had no idea what any of the genres were called. He couldn’t think of a single song or artist that wasn’t from the 1940s and before.

As if the robotic voice could understand his silence, she spoke again, “Would you like to listen to someone else’s playlist, James?”

“That’s fine.” He muttered as he stretched his non-biotic arm. Suddenly 1970s rock started playing. But he couldn’t tell the difference, let alone what decade it was from.

Y/N heard her music playing as she had gone to the kitchen to get coffee. She went over to the glass walls that looked down into the pit. Bucky was drenched in sweat, his longer hair pulled into a low and short bun. She wondered what he thought of her music choices, especially Led Zeppelin. After all, he probably had zero exposure to the past 80 years of music.

She moved away from the glass as soon as Bucky decided his tank top was pointless, since it was now soaked in sweat.

Y/N sat in the kitchen, trying to get over her slight hangover.

Clint came bounding into the room. “Bad news: The wife needs me. I won’t be able to stay and train you today.”

Y/N shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

Clint shrugged back. “Well, I’m not. Steve said he would instead. I think he wants Bucky to help out too.”

Y/N blinked at him. “That doesn’t sound like the best idea.”

Clint laughed as he poured himself coffee into a to-go cup. “Sounds like someone’s a little scared…” He teased.

Y/N threw a balled up napkin at him. “I could knock him out in minutes and you know it, Barton.”

Clint easily dodged the napkin and chuckled as he grabbed his duffle bag. “Prove it. And make sure you get Steve to videotape it as evidence.” With that, he rushed out the door.

“As if Rogers knows how to work a god damn smartphone!” Y/N shouted right before the door closed behind him.

“Y/N, Captain Rogers would like you to join him and James in the pit.” F.R.I.D.A.y. announced to her. Y/N smirked at it using James instead of a Bucky. She sighed and rushed up into her room to change into her workout clothes.

Y/N makes her way to the pit and finds Steve and Bucky going at it. Bucky’s shirt was off and his muscular chest was glistening with sweat. But Steve was wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

It’s Bucky who noticed her standing with her arms crossed, looking slightly annoyed at being called. He had Steve pinned and slowly got up without glancing away from Y/N. Steve followed his friend’s gaze and jumped up.

“Y/N,” He greeted in between heavy breaths. “Since Clint had to head home, I think Bucky should help you improve your hand-to-hand combat.”

Bucky’s eyes darted to Steve quickly, verifying that he hadn’t been informed about this until now. “You sure that’s a good idea, Steve?” He asked as if Y/N wasn’t in the room.

“Don’t worry, Winter Solider.” Y/N cooed as she took off her heavy sweatshirt, leaving her in just tight leggings and a sports bra. “I’ll go easy on you.”

Bucky glared at her with the name ‘Winter Soldier”. But he was still worried about the safety of those around him. He was comfortable with sparring Steve. They had gone hand to hand when he wasn’t himself and Steve held his own. Though Y/N wasn’t petite or helpless looking in the slightest, he was sure she wasn’t aware of what he was capable of doing to another person.

“Steve…” Bucky tried again.

But Steve ignored his second plea and patted him on the shoulder. “You gotta start feeling in control, Buck.” Then he turned his attention to Y/N. “No powers, got it?”

Y/N walked into the center of the ring, smirking at Bucky, who still looked apprehensive. “Aye Aye, Captain.” She got into a fighting stance, waiting for him to make the first move.

Bucky glanced at Steve, a last chance effort of making this stop. But Steve just shrugged and gestured toward the mats, as if he was giving them the go ahead.

Bucky was still looking at his friend when Y/N came after him. She’d done an aerial flip to catch him off guard. To his surprise, he took a step back, forced by his uneasiness. With that she threw a kick, which he deflected with ease. Next thing he knew, she was throwing punch after punch.

Anyone could tell that Bucky was stronger than Y/N. What she counted on was being faster than the opponents she couldn’t match in muscle.

Bucky finally had the courage to throw a hit. Y/N leaned back to dodge it. An incorrect move, for she ruined her balance and fell back, hitting the ground hard. But without even blinking, she did a kick-up off the ground and was back on her feet. She glared at Bucky for exposing a mistake on her end. Now she came at him even faster, throwing a punch that managed to land on the right side of his face, he faltered a few steps. Y/N immediately followed with a roundhouse kick to his abdominal. Bucky fell forward from the hit and now rest on his knees and hands. He looked up to see Y/N surprisingly glaring at him as she moved back a few steps to give him some space to get back up.

“You taking it easy on me, James?” She used his real name to taunt him.

Bucky got up reluctantly. How many times had he hurt people? Men, women, even children were dead because of the Winter Solider. Now Bucky struggled with even sparring, fearing he still had that inside him, ready to damage anyone. Hydra. Those monsters wouldn’t stop until everyone was as evil as them.

Suddenly a fire awoke in Bucky at the thought of all the people responsible for what he’d become. He lunged at Y/N, not holding back this time. Y/N struggled to keep up. She wasn’t expecting him to actually comply with her and Steve’s demands. With his newfound speed, her deflections and defenses were getting sloppier and weaker. He suddenly threw a punch with his metal arm, which Y/N had noticed were always weaker. He was pulling those punches. She dodged it easily but wasn’t ready for him to throw an upper cut immediately after with his other arm.

Y/N felt it happen in slow motion as she tried, but failed, to completely escape the second blow. It clipped her nose, sending a wave of pain. The impact threw her back and she landed on her side, barely catching herself from hitting the ground harder than she already did.

She looked down to already see blood dripping from her nose already. Y/N touched her nose and muttered a curse word under her breath.

“You okay, Y/N?” Steve asked, relaxed but genuine. He’d seen Y/N get hurt far worse and barely let out a cry. She was tough.

Bucky however, felt like shit. Once again, his old-fashioned, 40s gentleman self came out. He was disgusted with himself. How did he just hit a woman? But he managed to contain his inner turmoil once again.  Quickly, he grabbed his shirt that he had discarded. He walked over to Y/N who was trying to block the blood from getting everywhere with a casual back of her hand. He offered her a hand up, which she surprisingly took.

“Here.” Bucky said softly, giving her his shirt.

“Do I look pretty?” Y/N joked as she happily took it from him.

He smirked, realizing she was trying to make him feel better. “Come here.” He reached for her face to steady it so he could get a good look at her nose.

Without even thinking, she flinched from his touch. Bucky was about to take it personally, as if she was scared of him now…or always had been. But Steve interrupted before the thought could settle.

“She doesn’t like to be touched.” Steve stated. It earned him a glare from Y/N, like he just gave away one of her prized secrets. Steve was going to intervene. But Bucky ignored him and turned his attention back to Y/N.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to check to see if I broke your nose.” Bucky’s blue eyes turned gentle and serious. Y/N stared into them for a moment before reluctantly nodding her head. He softly grabbed her chin and tilted her face this way and that, studying her nose.

“Good news: it’s not broken. Bad news: you might get a black eye… or two.” He confirmed.

“Well, shit… I had a hot date tonight.” Y/N sighed dramatically.

Bucky held his breath, dropping her chin from his grasp.

Steve chuckled. “She’s kidding.”

“I didn’t realize you were a nurse.” Y/N teased him.

Bucky gave a very small smile, only spreading through his lips. “Well…I had to look out for this punk.” He gestured toward Steve. “After all of his fights, I had to figure out if I needed to take him to the hospital or not.”

“Y/N, put some ice on that nose… you’re done for today.” Steve ordered. Then he took in a deep breath. “Your-“

“Yeah, yeah… my footing was off and that’s why he clipped me with the second punch.” Y/N sighed, knowing he was about to lecture her on every single mistake she had made in the fight. “I know what I did wrong, Cap. I got the blood to prove it.”

Y/N started walking to the stairs and then she stopped, as if she’d forgot something. She put out her hand and it started to clench into a fist. With it, a small quake erupted but it just seemed to be in a small radius around Bucky. It got so violent, so quickly that it made him stumble to his knees.

He looked up at Y/N with a playful glare.

“Payback for giving me a bloody nose and probably double black eyes.” She confirmed nonchalantly.

As soon as she was out of sight, Bucky’s face turned dark. He stomped toward Steve, shoving him roughly.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He practically spluttered. “I could have seriously hurt her.”

Steve shrugged off his anger. “Buck… it’s just a bloody nose. Injuries she would withstand in the field wouldn’t even come close to that mild. Y/N’s tough… she’s more upset that you took it easy on her and that she made a mistake.”

Bucky walked away from him and started pacing in frustration. “You still don’t get it. We are not the same.” Steve’s face got serious now. “Yeah… we both got the same serum. But afterward, you were trained to be a super soldier… to be America’s hero.” Bucky’s face transformed in pain, he was remembering all the terrible things he had been told to do. “But I… I was trained how to execute and make sure nobody even knew I had been there.”

Y/N was up again, avoiding the roof this time and opting to watch Netflix instead. Her body tensed when she realized someone else was in the room and she’d let them sneak up on her too easily. She readied herself as she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise from them creeping up behind her.

Without further hesitation, Y/N jumped up from the couch and threw a punch. It was caught swiftly with a metal arm.

Y/N gasped in relief. “Jesus Christ, Bucky. I thought you were an intruder.” Yeah, other people lived here. But they usually made themselves known and didn’t sneak around so quietly.

“Sorry.” He muttered, realizing that he was still grasping her hand from the punch. He released it smoothly.

“Fuck…you really are some kind of ninja…” Y/N mumbled, still recovering from the rush of adrenaline.

Bucky was actually surprised she had detected him. Not that his intention was to surprise her by any means. It had been embedded in him to be invisible no matter where he was. “What gave me away?” He was curious.

Y/N got embarrassed, like it was a personal question. “Umm,” She struggled. “Every step you take sends a vibration into the earth…Even the slightest, quietest step. I can feel the tremors from the earth.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. What a powerful thing to possess. “That sounds very disrupting and overwhelming.”

Y/N sighed and sat back down on the couch. “Yeah…well… that’s why Steve brought me here. So I could learn to control it.” Her eyes were glued to the TV now, making it clear that she didn’t want to talk about it any further.

Bucky studied her a bit, knowing she wasn’t paying attention to him. He stood there somewhat uneasily, not wanting to disturb her alone time. Then he realized she was watching a French film.

“You speak French?” He found himself asking. He started to realize he talked more to her in the past day and half than anyone else he’d been around since he’d escaped Hydra’s grasp.

She glanced at him and smirked. “I wish.”

He pointed to the TV. “How do you know what they’re saying?” There were no words at the bottom of the screen.

Y/N’s face went blank for a moment, realizing he was right. “Oh…I didn’t even realize I forgot to turn on the subtitles.” She fiddled with the remote to turn them on again.

But Bucky observed her appearance. Her eyes were bloodshot, like she’d been crying. There were bags underneath as well. He wondered, out of the two of them, who slept the least. Something told him it was her. He realized that she’d probably been lost in thought, just using the movie as background noise before he almost scared her to death.

Y/N then glanced back at Bucky. He was watching the movie more intently than she was, as if he could understand it. Though his expression remained stoic as usual.
Suddenly a thought occurred to her, she narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms. “How many languages do you speak?”

He stared her for a moment before answering. “I don’t know.”

She looked back at the screen, disappointed with his answer.
But her disappointed sparked something in Bucky. He watched it hit something inside of him and he felt guilty for having caused such a feeling in her.

“I…” He started talking, but struggled. She quickly looked at him. “I hear or read things and I just immediately know what they say.”  

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. As if she was about to say that was a neat gift to have, but had already thought about the way he had received it: Hydra.

Bucky shifted his weight, still not knowing whether to stay or go. She hadn’t exactly openly told him it was okay for him to be there.

“Surprised you didn’t get any black eyes.” He spotted curtly.

She ignored him.

“I’m sorry about that.” He added sincerely, misreading her silence as anger and bitterness from the injury he caused her.

Y/N sighed, not taking her eyes off the TV. “Bucky, the only thing you have to be sorry for is taking it easy on me and pulling your punches.”

Silence.

Then she turned around to look at him behind her. “You know… Tony keeps some files here as back up. When he found out you were coming, he ‘carelessly’ left some top-secret files about you on the system. It was like he wanted to remind all of us who Steve was allowing to live here.”

Bucky’s entire body tensed at the mention of Tony Stark. He hadn’t seen the man since he tried to kill him in Siberia. It didn’t surprise him that he conveyed some form of rebellion and his disapproval for Bucky’s return.

If Y/N noticed the change in him, she didn’t acknowledge it and looked back at the movie. “The point is…I’ve seen you fight. There’s video footage to prove it. And I know what you’re capable of.”

Bucky was about to leave when he saw Y/N’s cellphone light up and vibrating on the table her feet were propped up on. He saw her try to hide her glance at him. Then her jaw flexed and her whole body stiffened.

It was almost 3 am. He wondered who would be trying to get a hold of her at this time. It went to voicemail. But 5 seconds later, it started ringing again.
Y/N doesn’t seem to be able to ignore it any longer. She quickly picked up the call and hung up without saying anything, turned off the phone, and chucked it to the other side of the couch.

Bucky remembered what Steve had told him about her. “C'est vrai? Quelqu'un a cassé votre coeur ?” He says so softly to her, it’s almost a whisper.

Y/N’s eyes flicker to him. She didn’t know what he said, but it was his tone that got her attention.

Bucky stared into her eyes for a moment before saying, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He starts walking out of the living area. “Or I guess I should say good morning.” He adds with exhaustion.

Y/N watches him leave and can only assume he was heading to the roof again. She waited for his steps to disappear and to hear the hatch door close behind him.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., translate what Bucky just said in French.”

There was a beat of silence. “Sergeant Barnes asked, ‘Is it true? Someone broke your heart?”” The intelligence system told Y/N.

She sighed, completely stunned. Then she realized Steve must have said something. She thought she was doing a good job of hiding all of it. Apparently she was wrong if everyone was talking about it behind her back. Y/N rubbed her face in frustration. What right did Steve have telling Bucky details of her life?

Steve came down to the pit to find Y/N blasting death metal and already covered in sweat. She was working on a punching bag.

“You’re late.” She stated bluntly without stopping her workout.

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Sorry.”

Y/N stopped and grabbed some water. “I thought we could train in my cave today. I don’t have a lot of experience using my terrakinesis in a fight one on one.”

Steve shifted his weight, trying to read Y/N’s mood. “Sure.” He finally agreed.

“Bring your shield.” Y/N yelled behind her back. Without even waiting for him to agree, she already started walking down the long, dark tunnel that lead to her personal cave.

Steve found her waiting in the middle, staring at him patiently. He had barely made a few steps into her makeshift ring before she split the ground beneath him. He leaped out of the way, barely dodging the fissure Y/N had created in the earth.

He got up to his feet and glared at her. “Really?”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow at him.

He tossed his shield. But Y/N threw up a rock wall and it got imbedded.

Their fight got quicker and more violent. The movement of earth and rocks was causing vibrations and small quakes around the compound. It brought the attention of all the others. Scott, Sam, and Wanda made their way down to watch what was happening, sensing it was something exciting. Bucky saw them head down and told himself not to follow, but he couldn’t deny that he was intrigued.

When he stood beside Wanda and Scott, he was shocked to see anger on Y/N’s face. She wasn’t holding back anything. It was like her only goal was to get Steve on his back, looking like a fool.

Y/N waved her hands and sharp shards of rock flew at Steve like daggers. He finally managed to rip his shield out of the rock wall just in time to block the attack. Next thing he knew, Y/N shook the ceiling of the cave to drop rocks from another angle. Steve was about to yell out for her to calm down, but he was beat by a wave of silence. Y/N conjured up a wave of sand, making her own type of fog. Steve couldn’t see a thing, but managed to get onto his feet. Y/N appeared out of nowhere, allowing a hole of clarity around the two of them. However, her sand haze remained thick enough that their audience couldn’t even see them.

Her eyes tore into him. “Next time you want to give out intimate aspects of my personal life to strangers… Don’t.” She hissed.

Steve looked confused and then realized what she could be talking about.

Without caring to hear his defense, she started walking toward the exit. Scott, Sam, and Wanda watched her carefully, easily reading her mood as something off. She shoved past Bucky without even acknowledging him or the others.

“What’s gotten into her?” Scott muttered to Wanda. She shrugged.

“Somebody’s pissed off.” Sam chuckled to himself.

With that, the three of them started heading back.

The sand haze finally settled with Y/N’s exit. Bucky saw Steve walking slowly out of it. He looked rough, dirt all over his skin, and his white shirt now a light brown. But what Bucky noticed most was his expression. He looked sad and guilty. Whatever Y/N had just said to him was the cause of it.

“What did you say to her?” Steve asked without looking at him.

Bucky shook his head. “I didn’t say anything.”

Steve’s mouth was in a thin line. “Maybe you should stay away from her.” Bucky may not be the same man he was in the 40s. But Steve still saw remnants of him.

“You don’t trust me anymore around people.” Bucky accused.

“That’s not what I said, Buck.”


I obviously have more to tell. Please favorite/heart/reblog or message me if you want more. <3

Part Two:
http://invisibleanonymousmonsters.tumblr.com/post/148566530808/mend-part-2#notes

Talk to me

Originally posted by sparklemichele

Pairing: Eric x reader
Prompt: panic sets in after the reader becomes pregnant and struggles to come to turns with it along with trying to find a way to tell her long time boyfriend
Gender: Female
Word count: 3426
Warnings: Language, slight angst, pregnancy

A/N: I would have posted this yesterday if my Wi-Fi hadn’t decided to crap out so sorry about that. This was fun to write but I don’t know how a feel about the ending, should I do a second part? I know the description is kind of vague but I am so bad at them so usually I just kind of half ass it. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy, let me know What you think.


You felt sick to your stomach as you looked down at the pregnancy test in your hands, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You had taken three different test and still got the same results. Maybe it was ridiculous to have taken so many, but the only thing you could feel as you looked down at the first positive test was denial. After the second one that was replaced with panic and you prayed that maybe, just maybe they were wrong. You tricked yourself into thinking that the third time was the charm, surely you weren’t pregnant…

Now as you looked down the positive test you didn’t know what to feel. You sat numbly on the cold tile of your bathroom and stared into space, trying to make sense of everything. You had bought a box of four test, but you knew there was no point in using the last one. Slowly you felt the denial drain from your body and get replaced with a cold realization and a choking fear. You were pregnant, three weeks to be exact.

Growing up, you always felt indifferent towards the thought of having kids. You could picture yourself being a mother but you didn’t see yourself planning your life around trying to have a baby. Then you became a Dauntless and somehow managed to fall in love with a man who made it very clear kids were not in his picture.

It didn’t really surprise you at first, Eric could hardly stand to be in charge of a group of sixteen year olds the thought of having a baby then was laughable. Now it was painful, now the thought caused bitter tears to well in your eyes. When Eric had first mentioned that he didn’t want kids, although not surprised, you secretly felt a little sad but you pushed that aside, you were willing to in order to have a happy relationship with him.

You awkwardly pushed yourself off the floor and started to clean up. You shoved most of the trash into a plastic bag and contemplated shoving it in bathroom trash but through better about it. You needed time to process this and think about what you were going to say to Eric, the last thing you wanted was for him to accidently stumble across the tests.

You ended up throwing it all in the large kitchen trash can, except for one test. You didn’t know why but you carried it with you to where you went to sit living room couch. You figured that maybe you could just give this to your long time boyfriend as an explanation. You thought better than that and ended up throwing the test on the coffee table, not even wanting to begin to think about what his reaction would be.

You ended up getting up from the couch again after a few moments of being stuck in your head and wandered over to the landline in your kitchen. You hesitated for a few moments before finally dialing the number for Tris’s apartment. You listened to the phone ring on and tried to steady your breathing, thinking about what you could possibly say.

“Hello?” You heard a familiar voice say into the phone after a few seconds of the ringing. You cursed silently to yourself as you realized it was Four who had picked up.

“H…Hey Four, Can I talk to Tris?” You said, your voice shaking slightly.

“Um yeah sure, hold on a sec,” He mumbled into the phone before calling for Tris in the background, “Are you okay? What’s up?” He asked.

“I uh… yeah, I’m uh… I’m great.” You tripped over your words as you responded to him, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration with yourself.

“Right okay..” He said obviously not believing you, thankfully Tris wrestled the phone away from him a few seconds after that.

“____, Hey What’s up?” Tris asked sounding her usually cheery self.
“Hey uh… can you come over?” You said softly trying to keep your voice steady.

“Yeah sure… are you okay?” She said softly, concern filling tone.

“I..I don’t know.” You responded honestly.

“I’ll be there soon.” Was all she said before hanging up. You put the phone back on the receiver and collapsed back on the couch, still feeling sick at you stomach.

True to her work Tris showed up to your apartment not long after you had hung up. You invited her in and the moment you let through the threshold she was swarming you with questions.

You said nothing in response and moved over to sit on the couch, she followed silently. You drew you knees to your chest and looked off into space, trying to figure out what to say. You looked over to her and began to open your mouth, that was until you noticed her looking intently at something on your coffee table. You followed her gaze and saw the test sitting abandoned on the table.
She looked to you, mouth slightly ajar and obvious shock written across her features.

“Surprise…” You said weakly.

“When did you find out?” Her voice just above a whisper as she glanced back blankly at the test.

“Hour ago.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

“Have you told him?”

“No…”

“Is it his?” You shot your head in her direction and looked at her as if she had lost her rabid ass mind. She threw her hands up in defense muttering something about ‘just checking’.

“When are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t know…” You felt like crying again.

“You’re going to have to sooner or later.” She said sternly, frowning at you.

“Later it is then..” You groaned getting up and moving to the kitchen, she followed leaning against the doorway. You poured yourself a large glass of wine and picked the stem up.

“Don’t drink that.” Tris called out from the doorway.

“Why?” You said slightly irritated.

“Because your pregnant ___.” You flinched slightly at her words and set the glass down. Hearing her say it out loud made the situation feel even more real.

“How do you think Eric is going to react?” She asked softly, it was that question that finally drew the tears from your eyes. You tried to wipe the tears from your eye’s before she saw them but it was no use.

She walked over to you and drew you into a hug which drew more tears from you. You cried on her shoulder and she whispered to you that everything was going to be okay, although honestly, you didn’t believe her.

She somehow managed to get you back to the couch after claiming your drink down as her own and you collapsed onto the couch in more tears. You revealed to her all your fears ranging everywhere from begin a terrible mother to Eric wanting nothing to do with the child. Of course, she eased your mind about most things reminding you of how silly you concerns where.

Eventually, you felt all cried out and sat numbly on the couch. She sat next to you quietly every once in a while reminding you that everything was going to be okay.

“Do I get to be the godmother?” Tris asked out of the blue. Her question drew a small giggle out of you and before you knew it the two of you were laughing like fools.

“I was thinking more like Aunt Tris.” You joked back earning another laugh

“I can be both.” The two of you spent the next hour laughing and joking, she slowly eased your mind from the situation.

It wasn’t until the apartment door opened and your boyfriend entered the room that the fear returned. Eric and you had been living together for about two years now. You watched him threw his keys into the dish not noticing The two of you quite yet.

 It was only then, did you realize that the test was still sitting on the table. You panicked and scrambled to grab the test and shove it under the couch cushion away from sight. Tris frowned at you realizing that you had no intentions on telling him tonight, Your movement drew Eric’s attention. He glanced over at Tris impassively and rolled his eyes, not bothering to hide his distaste for the two of yours close friendship.

“Eric.” Tris said almost mockingly, taking a sip from her glass of wine.

“Tris…” Eric said stiffly, she rolled his eyes at him and stood up from the couch.

“Remember what we talked about…” She said quietly as she collected her stuff. Tris convinced that the sooner you told him the better the outcome. But the thought of telling him at all made the nauseous feeling return to you stomach.

Tris left with a final goodbye and suddenly you alone with Eric.

“Why was she here?” He said with a raised eyebrow before disappearing into the kitchen.

“We were just hanging out.” You said shortly following him.

“Hmmm, that’s nice.” He commented, sarcasm dripping from his tone. You stood there awkwardly in the doorway not sure what to do with yourself. Half of you just wanted to be brave and blurt out the news and the other half wanted to run away from it. You ended up choosing the cowards way out. You spent the rest of the night  tiptoeing around Eric and all but avoiding him in your shared apartment. He tried talking to you a few times but eventually caught on to your off mood and left you alone.

You didn’t know what you were doing. You knew avoiding him was only going to make everything worse in the end but you tried to pretend that it was the right thing to do. You convinced yourself that this was you protecting yourself, preparing for the worst. But in reality, it was nothing but you being weak.

You eventually ended up going to bed about an hour earlier than you usually did simply to escape. After slipping under the covers by yourself, you tried to control the storm of emotions going on inside of your head. Sadness and fear being the most pronounced feelings inside of you.

About twenty minutes later you heard Eric enter the room. You listened to him as he moved around the room, taking a quick shower than crawling into the bed. You had been lying with your back to him hoping that he would just assume that you were asleep and leave you be. But you had no such luck as you felt him scoot closer to you and press against you. It was nothing to out of the ordinary of how you usually slept together but now you felt the choking guilt and fear return to you. You moved away from him as stubble as possible but there was no trying to hide what you were doing.

“Okay then…” Was all you heard him mutter, sounding slightly agitated before moving away from you. An undeniable coldness surrounded you as you felt his body retreat from yours and you felt hollow.


The next week was miserable, You and Eric rarely talked except when you were fighting. Sure the two of you argued every once in a while but the two of you never really got into heated fights, at least, not the way you were now. The fights were usually based around Eric demanding what your issue was. He was quickly growing tired of you off attitude, you avoided him 90% of the time, well tried to at least.

You still didn’t know how to handle the situation, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. You didn’t want to lose him and it seemed like what it was all boiling down too. You knew you had to tell him soon, but as of right now you were going to avoid him and the topic at all cost.

It was on week two that the morning sickness started. You spent the week, wakening up anywhere from the crack or dawn to when your usual alarm, bent over the toilet. It was disgusting and you felt miserable. Eric didn’t know what was going on with you, most mornings you could sneak it past him but there were a few times that he woke up with you and followed you into the bathroom. He would always sit on the floor next to you and try to pull your hair back. Of course, you always tried to deny his help but he refused to go away. He would try to drill you with questions and that would usually lead to another fight.

You dug through the fridge looking for what you needed to make dinner that night, careful to avoid the few products that you were quickly starting to realize made you sick to you stomach. You heard Eric enter the apartment and gave him a short greeting before immersing yourself back into cooking.

That morning he had caught you throwing up, he had been quick to lean down next to you and you were even quicker to push him away. That pissed him off and lead to him storming out of the bathroom leaving you alone. The two of you then spent the rest of the morning snapping at one another but pretty much ignoring each other as you both got ready for work. He left the apartment without a goodbye, slamming the door behind him, and you collapsed on the bed in yet another fit of tears unsure of what to do.

You had been so deep in thought that you hadn’t heard Eric enter the kitchen. He walking up behind you and hugged you from behind. You jumped slightly and tensed in his hold. He nuzzled the side of your neck and mumbled something you didn’t quite catch. It felt good to be in his grasp but you felt the quilt return and you shrugged your way out of his hold moving away quickly. You left him standing there dumbstruck and he growled in irritation. He banged his fist on one of the cupboards and started cursing.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” He snapped. You sighed and leaned against the counter, your back still facing him.

“What is your issue?” He growled.

“Nothing…” You said shortly going back to cooking.

“Don’t pull this shit with me, what’s wrong?!” He yelled back obviously having reached a breaking point.

“Nothing Eric.” You snapped back to him finally turning to face him.

“No ___, there is obviously an issue. The past two weeks you have been doing nothing but avoiding me. You won’t look at me, talk to me, touch me!” He growled back throwing his hands in the air. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to ignore the tears fighting to escape and the sickening coil in your stomach.

He stormed over to the sit at the small island in the middle of the kitchen and rested his face in his hands.

“Just talk to me…” He said so softly it was almost pitiful.

“I can't….” Your voice creaked in the middle of the sentence and more tears slipped down your face.

“Yes, you can! What the fuck is bothering you so bad that you can’t-”

“I’m pregnant!” You shouted, cutting off his yelling. He grew silent and just looked at you with a neutral expression. It didn’t really surprise you though Eric wasn’t really a wear my heart on my sleeve type of guy.

“I know…” He said quietly, looking away.

“What?! What the hell do you mean 'I know’?” You growled all the fear instantly being replaced with anger. Eric simply stood up and left the kitchen, leaving you flabbergasted.

“Eric, where are you going?” You demanded as you followed him.  You found him standing with his back to you obviously holding something in his hand. Before you could ask him what was going on he turned and showed you what was in his hand, the pregnancy test.

He tossed it to you and then moved away from you towards the small bar like area in the corner of the room. You caught the test then watched him pour a glass of whiskey, the silence was deafening. You opted to say nothing mainly because you had no idea what to say.

“When were you planning on telling me…?” He asked after a few minute of silence, his back still to you.

“When the time was right..”

“So the middle of a fight was when you decided the time was right?” You couldn’t place his tone, it sounded somewhere between angry and hurt, which broke your heart a little.

“….How did you find this?” He turned around and rolled his eyes at you.

“I know it’s a real shocker right? With that amazing hiding spot you had…”  Sarcasm dripped from his tone. In reality that was probably a stupid question, in all honesty, you had almost forgotten about where the test was hidden under the cushion. It was always there in the back of your mind but you never really prioritized moving it mainly because it was rare when Eric lounged on the couch. You couldn’t think of anywhere else to hide it so you just left it. You should have just thrown it away when you had the chance.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. “Eric…”

“I knew something was up when you started acting weird…. But it was when the throwing up started that I got a hunch on what was going on. So I fucking tore up the apartment looking for something… anything.” Eric started.

“I was just about to give up when I remembered that you and Tris had been sitting on the couch when everything started. So….” He trailed off obviously not needed to elaborate anymore. You really need to learn to not underestimate just how smart he was sometimes.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you found it?” You said feeling shame flow through you.

“Because I wanted you to tell me…” He said casually with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’m sorry Eric….”

“What now?” He asked quietly looking at you as if you had all the answers.

“I…I don’t know. You don’t even want kids?” You said sounding a little hysterical.

“Well I didn’t, But shit happens..” He said shrugging once more, He was too casual about it acting as if it was nothing.

“You’re not going to leave me…” You said softly, mentally kicking yourself for sounding so weak.

Eric looked at you like you had lost your mind, “That’s why you didn’t want to tell me…. because you think that I’m going to leave you?!”

“You made it pretty clear you didn’t want kids Eric! What was I supposed to think, besides you being a father, really, you don’t even like the initiates!”  

“You don’t think I’ll be a good parent?” He said looking at you like a kicked puppy.

“I don’t know what to think… I’m scared.” You said quietly not sure what to do. He moved towards you and tilted your head up so that you were looking at him. He looked down at you with those piercing gray eyes and for a second all of your worries just melted away with his touch.

“I love you…” He whispered softly. It was rare when Eric would say It first or at all really and a warm feeling settled over you.

“I love you too.” You whispered back, you leaned forward and kissed him.

“What are we going to do?” You asked as the two of you stopped your kiss.

“We will figure it out, we always do.” He said back.

“I lied..”

“About what?” Concern filling his voice again.

“I think you are going to be a great father.” You giggled.

He rolled his eyes at you but cracked a smile. “You’re so cheesy..”

“You love it…” He laughed and nuzzled your neck, you loved the moments like this when he was so sappy and his guard was down.

“I’m serious, though.” You whispered.

“You think so….” He said quietly, you could hear slight concern in his voice.You answered him with another sweet kiss and in that moment everything was okay.

The Wrong Wand to Take

Well…. This took me a while. ARGH DAMN INTERNET FUCKED SHIT UP!

ANYWAY here’s a Bad Boy AU of Star vs The Forces of Evil. And the reason why it’s possibly badly written is me rushing the hell out of it!

WELL I’m just going to shut up and keep writing and stuff.

Some of you Filipino readers may cringe on some sentences. I did that because of other fanfics using other languages for certain characters. I thought I could give it a try, really.

This is a submission to @starcoweek3.


I stared into my phone, and kept scrolling down for more stuff at facebook. I was bored, and I didn’t mind time pass through like snails racing in a speedway.

When I took notice of the time shown at my phone, I noticed that it was getting late. 7 PM Late. And Star wasn’t home.

2 hours ago, she said that she had somewhere important to go, and that she will come back around 6:30 PM. I didn’t bother asking more details why, but I bothered waving to her as she was about to leave.

It may not seem to be a bad boy thing to worry about her, but as a secret boyfriend of her, that was an exception

I wondered that her being late would mean something bad. Not normal girl bad, but Mewni princess with a magical wand that could level a continent bad. Kidnapped by Ludo or anyone at all? Lost her way to this house? Impossible. She lived here for quite some time now.

I called her cellphone, but no response. After a few missed calls and a few voice messages, I decided it was time to look for Star.

I had to make a snack first, just in case it’ll take me long. Quickly after taking a slice of bread, covering it with chocolate, and rolled it up, I went to the front door and about to start my search for Star.

When I opened the door, my search was indeed over. Star limped to the front door and looked like she was beaten up, and not in a good way.

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Cheater (Jungkook, angst.) Ft. Suga

Originally posted by yoonkooks

sorry not sorry. also this features yoongi bye lol. If you don’t want Jungkook looking like a bad guy, I wouldn’t recommend reading this. Suga is the hero, while Jungkook is the villian. Most of this one shot is Jungkook, only the end has Suga.

Words: 1566

You heard the door click unlocked and swing open. Jungkook had returned home late for the 4th time this week. He used to always text or call whenever his schedule would drag on for a longer period of time, but not anymore. It was past 3 AM, and you sat awake on the sofa. You hadn’t been able to sleep lately, thinking of terrible things that kept you awake.

Until a few nights ago, you were still utterly in the dark. You’d asked Yoongi when your practice ended and he’d told you hours ago. Asking what Jungkook was doing, Yoongi had texted you a few pictures. Jungkook with another woman, meeting in a secluded part of the city.

Jungkook was cheating on you.

He almost didn’t see you when he walked into the living room. He stopped in his tracks, throwing his bag down and looking at you.

“What are you doing sitting in the dark? Did I wake you up?”

“Jungkook,” you ignored his questions. Every time you saw him, you didn’t know what to say or do. You’d been with him for so many years you knew you’d be lost without him. But, the past is the past. Things changed, and Jungkook had began to cheat on you for who knows how long with who knows who.

“How long?” You whispered, looking up at him. For a minute, his expression was blank with confusion. The next it hit him. He came and sat down on the sofa beside you.

“I can explain.” He promised, but you didn’t want to hear that. Standing up, you crossed your arms and looked over at him.

“How long?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I asked how long!” Your voice caught in your throat as you choked back a sob. Jungkook’s eyes were wide, his mouth slightly hung open.

“I don’t know… 4 months?”

You were crying. Turning around, you furiously wiped under your eyes dry, but it was no use. “Why didn’t you just break up with me?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Don’t you dare pull that shit. If you loved me, you would’ve thought about hurting me. You could’ve stopped any time, you could’ve not started at all!”

He stood up, brushing his fingers through his hair nervously. Jungkook came towards you, but you punched his chest. Keeping your fist tightly planted on his chest, he couldn’t come any closer to you.

“Let’s talk about this,” he pleaded, putting a hand on your fist. Jerking it away from him, you out stretched your fingers and pulled off the ring he’d given you a year ago. It was a promise ring, but he’d broken his promise months ago.

“(Y/N), don’t. Please, please stop. Let me explain myself!”

You weren’t listening.

“You know I loved you more than anyone, right? I was planning on marrying you!”

“I want to marry you, too. Please. I made a big mistake. I’ll do anything.”

“You’ll do anything? Take the fucking ring back. I don’t know if I’m more disgusted that you’re still wearing yours or hurt that you didn’t take it off when having sex with other girls.”

You dropped the ring on the table, before walking past Jungkook. He caught your wrist, pulling you back to him.

“No, don’t touch me. Let me go.” You cried, prying your arm away. Jungkook had tears streaming down his cheeks. Even though he’d hurt you so bad, all you wanted to do was wipe away his tears and tell him you loved him. How could he do this to you? After all you’d both been through together, but he still felt the need to cheat.

“Will you listen to me, yet?” He pleaded, wiping his eyes.

“Hurry up and talk so I can leave.” You snapped, trying to breathe evenly through unnecessary sobs. Jungkook made you sit down, and he sat across from you on the coffee table. He hung his head between his shoulders, trying to gain enough composure to speak.

Your phone rang. Fishing it out of your pocket, you answered your phone. It was Yoongi, calling you. Pressing answer, you held the phone to your ear.

“(Y/N)ah, is Jungkook there? Some girl just came by the practice room asking for him. She said he was supposed to meet her a few hours ago.”

“Yeah, he’s here.” You stood up again, another rush of anger surging through you. Instead, you wouldn’t even listen to Jungkook. He didn’t deserve that, not at all. You’d wasted so much time on him, time you couldn’t get back. Not anymore, you were done.

“Yoongi, can you come pick me up?”

“What, why?”

“I can’t stay at my ex’s place.” You were crying again, harder than before. Yoongi sighed over the phone, and you heard the sound of a door open and close. Jungkook was trying to get your attention, but you left him in the living room and hurried to your room.

“I’ll be there in a minute. Why don’t you just kick Jungkook out?”

“I can’t!” You choked out. “We paid for this place together. It’s either I go or he goes. He’d refuse. Before you called, Jungkook was asking me to listen to him explain why he cheated on me! Please, just hurry up.”

“Okay, well I’m in the car…”

“Don’t hang up, I don’t want to listen to him.”

You were packing whatever you could into any bag you found. Jungkook was knocking so furiously on the door, it sounded like he was going to break the skin on his knuckles open.

“Stop it! Just leave me alone!” You yelled to him, choking on a sob.

“(Y/N)ah! Breathe,” Yoongi ordered. “Don’t let Jungkook bother you. Just keep doing whatever your doing. Are you getting your things ready? Focus on my voice.”

You breathed. While listening to Yoongi, Jungkook’s fierce knocking quieted down.

After a bit of waiting, you heard Yoongi’s car pull up in front of the house.

“Just come in, I’m hiding in the bedroom.” You mumbled, trying not to look at any of the pictures in the room. Everything hurt, reminding you of how you and Jungkook were before this mess happened.

“Shit.” Yoongi cursed. “Jungkook locked the door, the little bastard. Come unlock it, (Y/N)”

“Just hold on.” You hoisted yourself off the bed, looking straight towards the door. You opened the door, and were met by Jungkook.

“Don’t let him in. Listen to me, and then decide whether you want to be with me.”

“Jungkook, get out of my way.” You ordered, but he didn’t move.

“A few months ago, I was away, right? Away in America, touring with BTS. I got drunk, more than I usually do. There were girls in the bar I was at, and they brought me back with them. I slept with them, and when I woke up the next day they blackmailed-”

“Get out of my way. Please. I’m tired of this, just move.” You pushed him, trying hard to listen to Yoongi’s voice only. He’d help make you feel better. Jungkook followed you all the way to the front door, and when you unlocked and opened it, Jungkook closed and locked it again.

“Jeon Jungkook!” Yoongi shouted from the other side of the door. Jungkook took your phone, dropping it on the floor in what used to be sadness but was now frustration. “Open the door!”

“They blackmailed me! If I kept sleeping with them they wouldn’t tell you, or anyone else I was a cheater!”

“One time is different than multiple times!” You pushed him away from you. “If it was a damn mistake you should’ve come to me, not continued to fuck whoever you did!”

You finally got the door open, and you fell into Yoongi’s arms. He protectively held your head against his shoulder, while staring at Jungkook with an emotionless expression.

“Jungkook, I need in to get (Y/N)’s things.” Yoongi’s voice was quieter, calmer.

“She’s not leaving.” He snapped, taking hold of your arm and dragging you back inside. Yoongi put a hand on Jungkook’s wrist, before punching him square in the jaw.

“Don’t talk back to hyung, Jungkookah.” Yoongi rolled his wrist, cradling his hand. Stumbling forward, Jungkook blinked hard, shaking himself out of whatever Yoongi punched him into.

“Stop, don’t hurt him anymore.” You pleaded, taking Yoongi’s free hand and pulling him inside. You collected your things, walking past Jungkook without another glance.

When you got out to Yoongi’s car, he shoved all of your things in the back seat, helping you into the passenger seat. He himself got into the drivers side, starting the car quickly without another word.

When you guys were far enough away from the place, Yoongi stopped the car on the side of the road to check on you.

“Do you need somewhere to stay? Sleep at my place for awhile, okay?”

“Oppa, how come you’re being so nice to me after just seeing and hearing all that happen with Jungkook?”

He sighed, leaning his head back against the seat, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel. “Jungkook is at fault. Also, a break up isn’t going to change my views on a person. When you get old you’ll understand.”

“You’re not even 4 years older than me.”

“There’s still a gap.” He started up the car again, turning on the radio to a quiet music station.

Meant to Be

“Yo can you pleeease do a sequel to Stay High? Pairings and whatnot don’t really matter to me, I just want to read more of the story bc it’s really good.“
“C-Can I have part two of Stay High… it was really good and i loved it… -Peggs”
“IKAY YOU NEED TO WRITE A SEQUEL TO STAY HIGH I AM NOT OKAY THAT WAS SO GOOD WHAT”

GUUUUUYYSSSS!!! I’m so glad you guys really liked Stay High!! I spent a lot of time on it and I was really proud of it so I’m glad you guys enjoyed it too! Thank you so much for your kind words!!

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Warnings: Mentions of drug and alcohol use, Mentions of self harm, Swearing
Word Count: 2,964
Pairings: Angelica Schuyler X Reader

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