sigh this man and his music

Young

Note: HI HI! YAY I ACTUALLY GOT TO WRITE A REQUEST! (take that, writers block!) phew, this one was…wow. I hope you like it! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!!!! ♥♥♥ .c

Request: Age gap kink! Where reader is significantly younger than Bucky(still legal obviously) daddy kink, reader gets off on him being older maybe calling reader little girl, if you decide a fem reader, jokingly Idk idk, I love your writing thank you for blessing my eyes with it

Originally posted by seredelgi


Being the youngest Avenger was fun for the most part. You were like the team baby, though you weren’t that young. Everyone just treated you like a little kid, but you didn’t mind. You just hated when they would tease you all the time.

Out of everyone, Bucky was definitely your favorite on the team if you had to choose. You warmed up to him rather quickly and you fell for him overtime. You knew he was much older than you, even if you didn’t really count the years he was frozen and an active assassin for HYDRA. There was no chance you’d ever land someone his age, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about him.


Natasha smiled as she walked into the room, her white teeth on display. You were brought out of your thoughts by her voice, the tv show you had playing was now background noise. “Y/N! Do you want to go out for drinks with us?” She asked excitedly, Tony joining her just after she asked.

Before you could answer, Tony shook his head. “No. Definitely not.” He said, making you frown. “But, I-” You started only to be silenced as he held up his hand. “Not old enough.” Tony said firmly, his signature “dad” look on his face. Nat rolled her eyes at the man and crossed her arms.

“That’s not fair! I could at least just go for the music!” You exclaimed, trying to reason with Tony. “Go where for what music?” Steve asked as he walked in the room with Bucky by his side.

“Drinks.” Tony answered with a sigh. “I don’t see the issue with her just going to chill out, Tony.” Nat said as she tried to persuade Tony into letting you go.

“Well, it isn’t really a scene for the young ones, Y/N.” Steve said, siding with Tony. You gasped and creased your eyebrows together. “Seriously!? I’m not that young!“ You shouted, getting rather angry with everyone. “I can kill people, but I can’t go to a club?” You snapped, looking at Tony.

Bucky was silent, not wanting to get on your bad side. “You aren’t going. I’ll have someone stay here with you.” Tony said as he checked his watch. You let out a high pitched squeal. “Now I have to have a baby sitter!?” You gaped at Tony, standing from your spot on the couch. Tony sighed. “Yes.” He simply said before leaving the room.

You groaned and fell back onto the couch, stuffing a pillow over your face. “I tried, Y/N.” Nat said sadly as she walked out. Steve joined her and you thought Bucky had too, until he cleared his throat. “I can stay if you want.” He said, sitting down beside you. You moved the pillow and set it down, looking over at Bucky. “You don’t have to.” You sighed.

He smiled and nudged your shoulder. “I want to. I’m not really into the whole nightclub scene.” Bucky explained, his arms crossing over his chest. Your eyes trailed along his muscles and you bit your lip. Maybe staying in wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Uh, yeah sure. That’d be cool.” You said softly, your mind racing with the thought of being alone with Bucky.


The team had finally left to go party and you were ready to start the movie you picked out for the night. You had quickly threw on a tank top with some yoga shorts, wanting to get more comfortable, while Bucky was in the kitchen getting ready to pop some popcorn.

“Are you almost done?” You asked with a smile. Bucky turned to face you and his eyes landed on your exposed legs. “Y-yeah! Um, do you want butter?” Bucky cleared his throat, averting his eyes away from your body. You smirked and walked over to him. “Do you want it?” You asked softly, crossing your arms.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling to your breasts. “W-what?” He asked, his wide eyes meeting yours. “Butter?” You giggled, tilting your head gently. Bucky gasped, “Oh! I don’t mind.” He said with a chuckle. You blushed a little, moving to get some out of the refrigerator.

After popping the popcorn, drizzling melted butter on it, and settling down on the couch, you started the movie. A few moments in, you reached for the bowl and your hand bumped into Bucky’s. You looked over and he smiled, letting you go first.

A giggle fell from your lips when you watched him get a handful, shoving it in his mouth. “You’re gonna choke.” You said with a smile, watching Bucky shake his head. 

“Nah.” He muffled through his food, only causing another loud giggle to sound through you. Bucky jokingly shushed you and you turned your attention back to the movie. You were stuffing your face with popcorn like Bucky had been doing, only because the scene before you was so thrilling. 

“No, don’t go in there!” You yelled out, sitting up in your seat. Bucky was watching you, but you didn’t notice. He chuckled softly as you gasped. “Don’t! No! He’s-WHY DID YOU GO IN THERE!” You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air.

The male screams coming from the movie only frustrated you more. “Idiot.” You pouted, stuffing more popcorn in your mouth. Bucky laughed harder and you turned to look at him. “Stop laughing, that was so bad.” You sighed with a frown. Bucky shook his head and moved the popcorn bowl from in between the two of you.

He scooted closer to you and smiled at you. Your heart started racing and you gulped nervously. “I’m not laughing at that, I’m laughing at the butter on your face.” Bucky chuckled. 

You gasped and your face turned red. “Oh, sorry.” You whispered, moving your hand to wipe it away. Before you could, Bucky’s right hand moved up to wipe it off with his thumb. Your breath hitched in your throat and he was about to pull his hand away, but you softly gripped his wrist. He stopped moving and watched you closely.

Keeping his hand in place, you leaned forward slowly, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s while his remained focused on your mouth. Your lips rubbed against his thumb and you opened your mouth, taking it in and sucking off the butter.

A gasp fell from Bucky’s lips as he watched you suck his thumb clean. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled away with a pop. Bucky gulped and his eyes met yours. 

Winking at him, you turned back to the movie. Bucky cleared his throat and you knew that you had reeled him in. Sure, he’s way older than you, but it’s not like he stopped you while you sucked on his finger.

The movie continued and Bucky kept shifting in his seat, causing you to become distracted. “Are you okay?” You asked, looking over at him. Bucky nervously looked at you and nodded. “I-I’m fine. Excuse me.” He muttered before bolting off the couch and out of the room. You frowned, staring at his empty spot on the couch.

You paused the movie so he wouldn’t miss anything, but as the minutes ticked by, you were worried you had upset Bucky. You left the room and went to find him, hoping your thoughts were incorrect. Deciding you should check his room first, you took the elevator up and continued your search.

Bucky’s door was cracked open and you gently knocked on it before stepping inside. You could see Bucky sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. “Bucky?” You asked softly, walking inside of his room. His head shot up and his cheeks turned red. “H-hey.” He choked out, resting his hands on his thighs.

You walked closer and stood in front of him, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” You said softly, watching him closely. He sighed and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “No, no. You didn’t, I just-you’re-” Bucky stumbled over his words. You nodded as you caught the hint.

“You think I’m too young.” You said with a sad scoff. You sighed and bit your lip. Bucky looked up at you and groaned. “Stop biting your lip, Y/N. Y-You drive me crazy when you do that.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes lifting to meet yours. Slowly releasing your lip, you creased your eyebrows. “I’ll just go.” You breathed before turning to leave Bucky’s room.

You felt his hand grasp onto your wrist, stopping you. “Don’t.” Bucky said, his voice laced with authority and dominance. It sent a shiver down your spine and you turned to face Bucky with wide eyes. He was breathing heavily and he swallowed thickly. “Dammit, I’m sorry. Y/N, you’re just-fuck it.” Bucky said before pulling you closer  to him.

You stumbled over your feet and Bucky pulled you onto his lap, your legs either side of his waist. He looked down at you and let his hands run over your thighs, squeezing you. 

Your heart was racing and you could feel the heat rising up your neck, reaching your cheeks. Bucky looked at you and you held onto his biceps, the muscles flexing as he moved his hands against your skin.

Bucky leaned in slowly, gauging your reaction for what was about to happen. When you didn’t pull away, he kept moving until he closed the space between your lips. 

You let out a soft moan into the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut as your hands moved to rest around Bucky’s neck. Letting your fingers rake through his hair, he groaned against your mouth as you tugged on his long locks. Your tongues danced together, his winning the dominance.

Pulling away for air, you leaned your forehead against Bucky’s. He chuckled deeply and you hummed. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You whispered, pulling away to look into his eyes. Bucky licked his lips and nodded. “I was afraid you thought I was too old for you.” Bucky admitted, his hands moving under your tank top.

You let out a giggle, the sound making Bucky’s heart flutter. “I was afraid you thought I was too young.” You said softly, watching Bucky’s eyes land on the exposed skin of your stomach. The contrast between his hands made you shiver. “No way, I love it.” Bucky said, leaning in to press his lips to your neck.

You moaned softly and tilted your head to give him more access. His teeth nipped at your sweet spot and you let out a whimper. “Oh, Daddy.” You breathed out, your eyes widening at what you just said. Bucky stopped his movements, his lips ghosting over your skin, his warm breath causing goosebumps to cover your body.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and met your eyes. “What did you just call me?” Bucky asked, his chest rising up and down heavily. You gulped and blushed hard, biting your lip. “Daddy.” You whispered, hoping you didn’t offend him. Bucky growled and stood up, throwing you onto his bed.

You smiled as you bounced, only for the smile to fade as Bucky hovered above you. He gripped your wrists and held them above your head. You gasped as he ground his hips into yours. “Are you gonna be a good little girl for me, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his metal hand grasping both of your wrists as his flesh hand moved underneath your tank top.

He squeezed your breast and you whined, moving your hips against his, doing anything to soothe the ache in between your legs. “Yes, Bucky.” You breathed softly. Bucky pulled his hand away and shook his head. “No, you know what to call me.” Bucky said, kissing your collarbones. You licked your lips, loving how plump and wet his felt against your skin.

“Yes, Daddy.” You corrected yourself, hearing an appreciative groan from Bucky. “Good little girl.” He whispered, both of his hands moving to lift your tank top off of you. The cool air in the room made your nipples harden immediately and Bucky hummed before grasping your breasts in his hands. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky whispered, leaning down to twirl his tongue around one of your nipples.

Your hand flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in it. “Daddy, please.” You whimpered, tugging on his hair. Bucky smirked and moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention. Your panties became wetter the more Bucky used his tongue on you, and you wanted so desperately to feel it on your pussy.

Bucky kissed his way down your torso, his fingers pulling down your shorts as he got closer to your core. He threw your shorts behind him and pressed his lips against your hip, his fingers softly rubbing down your clothed pussy. Your hips jerked at the contact and Bucky chuckled. “You’re so sensitive, baby.” Bucky said with a smile, his eyes meeting yours.

You blushed and bit your lip as you sat up on your elbows. Bucky kissed along your thighs as he pulled your panties down and off of you. He kissed his way back up and his eyebrows creased as he moaned at the sight of you. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Oh, Doll.” Bucky said as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He spread your legs further apart and your heart started to race again. Bucky leaned in and stuck his tongue out, licking along your pussy lips. You gasped and watched him closely. Applying more pressure, he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Daddyyy.” You whined, lifting your hips up.

Bucky held your hips down with his metal arm and you huffed. “Be a good little girl.” Bucky scolded you, his eyes meeting yours. You nodded and watched as he leaned back down, licking from your entrance to your clit, circling his tongue around it. “Oh, fuck!” You squealed, falling down onto your back.

Your thighs threatened to close shut around Bucky’s head, only to be stopped by him. He sucked your clit into his mouth, the obscene noises only driving you crazier. Bucky’s tongue was so thick and long, and you could feel his smirk against you as he toyed with your pussy while you turned into a moaning mess beneath him.

You gasped as you felt one of Bucky’s fingers gently slide into you, curling against your g-spot. Your hands found their way into his hair once again, tugging as hard as you could. 

He growled, sending the vibrations right through you. Bucky pulled away and kissed your inner thigh, inserting another finger. “Cum, little girl. Cum for Daddy.” Bucky growled, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, the wet noises filling the room.

Bucky leaned back down to capture your clit in his mouth and you felt your pussy clench around his long fingers. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You screamed, arching your back and grinding your hips against Bucky’s face. His other hand reached up to grasp your breast and your legs shut around Bucky’s head as you started to cum.

You could hear and feel him moaning against you, his fingers and mouth not faltering in their movements. He rode out your orgasm and you tried to move away, but Bucky held you down even harder than before. 

Your breathing was heavy as you watched him continue making out with your pussy. His hair framed his face and his cheekbones were much more prominent as he sucked all around your pussy, his tongue delving in your lips. The sight of him looking up at you was all too much and you felt another orgasm fast approaching.

As you came down, Bucky stripped himself of his clothes. You smiled as he hovered above you and he pressed his lips to yours again. You looked in between your bodies and saw Bucky’s cock leaking pre-cum, the tip a bright red from him being so hard. It was thick and a tad longer than you would’ve imagined.

Bucky could sense your nervousness and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You looked up at him and blushed. “We don’t have to.” Bucky said softly. You quickly shook your head. “Please, I want to…Daddy.” You whispered the last part and that was it for Bucky. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, gently sliding into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of being stretched so much and Bucky was clearly trying his best to hold back until you adjusted to his size. Your legs tightened around Bucky’s waist and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Aren’t you, little girl?” Bucky cooed, resting his forehead against yours.

A moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally slid all the way in. Bucky’s head fell into the crook of your neck and you urged him to start moving. He pulled his hips back slowly and you bit your lip, the feeling of him sliding in and out of you clouding your mind. “You can go faster.” You breathed, digging your nails into Bucky’s back.

He groaned and started to pick up speed, reaching even deeper as he slid back inside of you. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky choked out, his lips pressing kisses all along your chest. You cried out, feeling his tip brush against your g-spot. “Oh, Daddy! Right there!” You gasped, wanting him to hit it again.

Bucky growled, looking down at you. You watched his face as he slid out and slammed back inside of you, your breath catching in your throat as you watched his face contort with pleasure. 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he started to pound into you, harder and faster than before. “There?” Bucky asked with a smirk, his hips slamming into yours relentlessly.

You opened your eyes to look at Bucky again and let your eyes fall to his hips. You could see his thick cock glistening with wetness as he entered you and pulled out. 

Bucky moved away from you and sat on his knees, pulling your hips closer to him. His flesh hand rested on your lower belly as he thrust back in. “There I am, fucking shit.” Bucky groaned, his cock reaching so deep.

Bucky hovered above you again and pressed his lips to yours, his tongue licking your bottom lip. You moaned and let his tongue play with yours. You felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm approaching soon after. “Daddy, I’m close!” You squealed as Bucky kept fucking you, the headboard slamming against the wall. “Does Daddy’s little girl want to cum?“ Bucky rasped, his hands gripping the pillow beside your head.

You moaned even louder, tugging on Bucky’s hair tightly. “Oh, yes please!” You screamed, your pussy clenching around his cock again. “Look at me when you cum, Y/N.” Bucky moaned, his metal hand wrapping around your throat. He added a little pressure and that’s all it took for you to come undone beneath him.

Moans and squeals fell from your lips as your eyes struggled to focus on Bucky’s. “Oh, Daddy yes!” You moaned, gripping onto his arm. You could feel hot spurts of his cum shooting inside of you, coating your fucked walls. “Fuuuck!” Bucky growled, his thrusts deep and hard as he rode out his orgasm.

Your legs trembled around his waist and your pussy was so full, you could feel your mixed cum running down onto the bed beneath you. Bucky pulled out of you slowly and collapsed beside you, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Such a good little girl.” Bucky mumbled as he wrapped his arm over your waist.

You blushed again and turned to look at Bucky with a smile. “Yeah?” You asked shyly, biting your lip. Bucky nodded and kissed your cheek. “Mm, so good. Let me clean you up, okay?” Bucky said before leaving the bed and disappearing into his bathroom.

After Bucky cleaned you both up and changed his sheets, he gave you his shirt to put on while slipping on a clean pair of boxers. You yawned and got underneath his blankets, watching Bucky join you shortly after. He pulled you into his warm chest and you pressed a kiss to his neck. 

“Bucky?” You whispered after a few moments of silence. He looked down at you, his thumb tracing circles on your waist. “Yes, Y/N?” He asked, kissing your forehead. 

“So, I’m not too young for you?” You asked, nervously looking up at him. Bucky smiled and pulled you closer, draping your leg over his waist. “Definitely not. It’s a turn on for me, but I do like you a lot, Y/N.” Bucky said softly, his eyes on yours.

You smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him, your hand moving to rest in his hair. You could feel his cock twitch against your thigh and you giggled. “No way. Not yet.” You said, watching Bucky blush. “I know, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, pulling you in for another kiss.

Note: I seriously hope this doesn’t disappoint :( .c

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I can’t get my guitar wet! What should I do?

The Happy Couple

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: You have no idea how happy I am you have requests open! I love your writing so much. Could I request one where dean and the reader have been dating awhile but recently they were arguing a lot more but then on a case they have to dress up and act like a happy couple and it makes dean remember everything he loves about the reader?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: none

A/N: The angst is strong with this one…


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Bitty is lounging on the couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to either cheer or weep.

Bitty swipes the screen and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges. Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.

Chowder is out of breath. Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.

Bitty sits straight. “Pardon?”

“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.

“WHAT?!” he finally shrieks.

Chowder laughs, assuming that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.

Jack appears, blinking against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.

Bitty just holds up a finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack holds up his hands and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out. Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.

“It’ll be great, Bitty,” Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”

Bitty is just shaking his head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now, Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from me again.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.

“But, Bitty,” Chowder begins to argue.

“No, you listen to me. Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”

Jack’s laughing now. Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to giggle.

“I love her, Bitty. I want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.

“Chowder. Don’t put her on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“My family will be there,” he attempts to argue.

Bitty sighs. “That’s intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”

There is an exhaled breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that good enough?”

Jack makes a gesture to put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully awkward man.

“Hey, Chowder,” Jack says.

“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when talking to Jack.

Jack smiles. “So what’s going on? Proposing to Farmer?”

Chowder sighs again. “Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to approve of his plan.

“Well, what’s your idea?”

“I wanted to propose to her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”

Jack’s face relaxes into that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you rather she says yes because she really wants to?”

The silence at the other end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.

“Yeah. You’re right, Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.

Jack’s still smiling however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”

Bitty eyes his boyfriend with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.

Jack winks. Normally this makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”

Bitty scoots out of the room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule, y’all. One he does not deviate from.

“Good Lord, babe. What did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”

Jack shrugs. “Just some stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.

“What did you do?” Bitty mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.

“Do you think you could make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.

On Friday, Jack loads the pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would get that boy to talk.  Thankfully, Jack did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.

Bitty continues to say nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber. Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.

“What are we doing here?” Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.

Jack just climbs out. “You’ll see.”

They grab the pies and walk into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they see who is waiting in the benches.

“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench. “I’ve missed this fucking place.”

“Shitty was just telling us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Dude. Naked hockey sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.

Holster agrees.

Dex and Nursey are arguing as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.

Bitty eyes the group and the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”

Ransom grins. “Jack had us grab some stuff on our way in.”

Shitty steps forward, eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”

Jack smiles and immediately starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.

“Oh my God,” Bitty exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.

As the sun is about to set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”

The group ducks behind the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”

Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he says. Shitty laughs silently.

The team watches, peeking over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex on the ice without a blanket, babe.”

Holster and Ransom hear this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.

Shitty just smiles and wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”

Bitty just watches as Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but still videoing the moment.

“So, I’m doing this here because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going to do this after the Sharks won.”

“Go Sharks!” Farmer cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!” sounds.

Chowder beams and Bitty is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.

“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”

There is a long moment of silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.

“Yes!” Farmer shrieks finally. “Oh my God, yes!”

She tackles Chowder onto the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”

Ransom and Holster are the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are. And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.

Jack turns off his camera and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay? Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty just laughs.

“Thank you for helping Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still bothering him a little…

Bitty nudges Jack as they all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes, though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.

Jack slows his walk and the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.

“I always thought,” Bitty begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to say.

“What?”

Bitty sighs. “I thought that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”

Jack tenses. For a moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.

“Don’t worry, Bitty,” Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”

With that, Jack pulls away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”

Jack just laughs and Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.

A Beautiful Day for a Neighbor (Lin x Reader)

Masterlist

Summary: You and Lin are neighbors, and as a result, hilarity ensues. 

Warnings: mentions of death, panic/anxiety attack, swearing, horrible google translate

Word Count: 9,371 (i am so sorry)

A/N: This isn’t necessarily a song fic, because the lyrics are mainly used as line breaks. And, obviously, I have to dedicate this and give credit to the lovely and magnificent Grace (@notthrowingawaymyfood ) She’s one of the reasons any of this got written, and her and I swapped many ideas. Thanks so much, my Alexander.

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor

“What the fuck,” you hissed, rudely awoken by the loud music being blasted from your neighbor’s house. You desperately tried to rub the exhaustion out of your eyes as you groggily sat up. You buried your face in your hands, sighing heavily and shaking your head.

Why did you move to this street into this house?

As if the realtor hadn’t been shady enough, he hadn’t even taken a second to say, “oh, right, your neighbor’s the most annoying asshole to walk this earth.”

You ripped the covers off of your body, exposing your legs to the cold air as you opened your window. You slightly leaned out of it, narrowing your eyes at your dancing neighbor through his open window.

“Hey!” You shouted clapping your hands in order to grab his attention. “What are you doing?!”

He turned to face you, his seemingly soft, black hair swishing to cover his eyes. He carded his fingers through his hair, shooting you a grin that was too positive for the time of day. “Looks like someone isn’t a morning person!”

You groaned audibly as you dug your fingers into your temples, a headache approaching from the loud music. “I don’t even know your name and you’re already giving me a headache.”

“It’s Lin, sunshine.” He rested his elbows against his windowsill, throwing a sarcastic smile at you.

“Well, that’s a stupid name!” you huffed, staring him down from the usually short ten-or-so feet that separated you from his house. His stupid fingers drummed against his stupid window as his stupid pearly-white teeth in his stupid little grin taunted you. His bright laugh that rang through the air was the color of the glittering sun, luminous and yellow and bursting with energy. ‘Hey—what are you laughing at?”

“Nothing,” a spurt of giggles escaped through his lips. “That was just really cute: you getting all mad like that.”

Your cheeks burned with the pink flush that crept up on you. You exhaled sharply, crossing your arms across your chest.

“He thinks he can just wake me up like that and try to be all smooth—no. I won’t allow it.” You cursed under your breath as he cocked his head to the side at your actions.

“You have to tell me your name, now!” He tilted his chin towards the sky, raising a challenging eyebrow.

You scoffed, glaring his way. “No I don’t!”

A cocky smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes twinkling like the moon still barely visible in the early morning sky. “Yes you do!”

“I certainly do not.”

“If you tell me your name I’ll shut off the music.”

You perked up at this, your eyes brightening as you raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “Really? You would?”

He shrugged with uncertainty, a playful smile gracing his full lips.

“My name’s Y/N. Now can you turn off the damn music?” You gave him a pleading look, tiredness evident in the bags under your eyes.

Lin stroked his almost nonexistent beard, his lips puckering to the side in thought before beaming at you.  “Hmmm…no.”

You gaped, making aimless gestures into the air. “But—you said—”

Lin raised his arms, his palms facing you in defense. “I didn’t say anything.”

You sighed heavily, folding your arms over themselves on your windowsill and resting your head. What were you going to do with this agitating man across from you? Your eyes flicked around his house, taking in the morning sun that nourished the half-wilted flowers sitting pretty near his porch. It seemed like him to not take care of his flowers.

“Do you want coffee?” Lin’s voice pulled you from your silent trance, his pleading eyes suddenly looking inviting. “You really look like you could use some coffee.”

You glared at Lin from your dark circle clad eyes, your mouth twisting into a frown. “I don’t want any coffee from you, I want you to turn your fucking music off so I can actually get some decent sleep.”

“Aw man, I had my Keurig all ready and everything.” His bottom lip poked out into a pout, his eyes having a very certain glitter to them that drew you in. You let out a breathy laugh, Lin’s glowing features washing over you like a crashing wave. His skin soaked in the sun as his disappointed expression was quickly replaced by a toothy grin.

“Maybe next time.” A ghost of a smile trailed along your lips.

“Oh? So there’s a next time?” Lin’s eyebrow quirked up, a smile of his own plastered on his face.

“No! I meant,” you sighed. What did you mean? “Sure, yeah. There’s a next time.”

Would you be mine?

Your eyebrows furrowed as you suppressed a groan, glaring fiercely at your fingers that pressed on the strings of your guitar. Your eyes flitted back to your phone screen that displayed the chords of your favorite song before settling on your fingers again. You shuffled your fingers around the nylon strings to match the picture on your phone next to you, strumming your pick hesitantly over the sound hole. You smiled brightly at the melodious sound that finally filled your room as you stretched and shook out your cramped fingers, readying yourself to learn another chord.

You squinted your eyes at your phone screen, examining the fingering for the next chord as a voice stretched across your yard and into your open window.

“Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drum, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!” Lin’s smooth, yet heavy, voice resounded as you set your guitar and pick gently on your bed. You swiftly stood up, sighing in frustration as you paced over to your window.

“Will you join in our crusa—”

“Excuse me, but some people are trying to learn guitar over here!” You shouted, cupping your hands around your mouth as Lin’s head snapped up to you, a smile gracing his features.

You heard his hearty laugh from his room as he cracked open his window just a bit more. “And how’s that going for you?”

Your mouth hung open as you gave him a disapproving look. Your gaze shifted to the floor as you dismissed his humor. “That’s none of your business,” you mumbled, lifting your head up to look at him. “What is that? What you were singing?”

Lin’s chocolate eyes widened, tilting his head towards you as his mouth formed the shape of an ‘o’. He gave you a look of disbelief. “It's—it’s from Les Miserables, you know, the musical?”

A state of confusion washed over you, your eyebrows knitting together as you looked at Lin incredulously. “Is that french for ‘fuck you?’”

Lin snickered, shaking his head at your antics. “No, actually it means—”

“I don’t even wanna know.” A hint of a smirk played on your lips, something Lin took notice of as he softly smiled. “What I wanna know is why my lovely guitar session was so rudely interrupted.”

Lin shrugged, at a loss for words as he gazed at you from his window. “I don’t think lovely is the word I’d use.”

You gasped, pursing your lips and squinting your eyes at Lin. He sent you a cheeky smile that set your chest ablaze and your heart to your throat. “You—You’re so annoying!” You huffed, unsure of what else to say as you dismissed the feeling that his dazzling grin gave you.

“Then why don’t you just close your window from time to time?” Lin cocked a challenging eyebrow, leaning forward on his elbows.

“I—” you abruptly stopped, gazing in thin air as you wracked your mind for an answer. “I don’t know.” Your voice was almost a whisper, yet Lin’s smile was gentle and inviting. It made you feel safe.

“Is it because my charming looks lure you to your window each day?” His assuring demeanor was immediately dropped and replaced with a humorous smirk as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s enough outta you.” You laughed, your fingers gripping your window as you slid it shut.

Could you be mine?

“Hey! Y/N!” Lin shouted from his window, a vibrant smile permanently on his face as he waved his arms in the air.

“What now?” You had abruptly stopped walking, spinning on your heel to turn to Lin as you feigned annoyance.

The truth was, Lin had consumed your thoughts: he had taken them over without your permission, and you were scared. You had a love/hate neighborly bond, and you loved every second of it, even when his lawnmower was just too damn loud. Even when you were overwhelmed with an urge to water his now fully wilted flowers. Even when he played his music so loud that you could hear it from your window, or when he danced ridiculously when he thought no one was watching.

“So, uh,” he turned around as he receded back into his room before returning to the window once again, holding a stack of envelopes. “I may have accidentally switched up your mailbox with mine and gotten your mail.”

“Wait, hold on, I want to make sure that I’m hearing this right.” You held up a finger, shushing Lin as you hung your head in disbelief. “How do you accidentally confuse our mailboxes from one another? That’s literally impossible.”

Lin shrugged, a desperate expression falling on his face. “Hey! I was really tired, you can’t blame me!”

“Lin, the mail gets here at three o’clock. That’s actually the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” Lin’s bottom lip poked out as his pleading eyes resembled a lost puppy.

You let out a dramatic sigh, shooting Lin a smile. “I suppose so…” Lin’s entire face brightened before you pointed an accusing finger at him. “As long as you give me back my mail. I have really important stuff in there.”

Lin placed a finger on his bottom lip, cocking his head as his lips curled into a smirk. “What kind of important stuff?”

Stuff that could make or break my career, Lin.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, slightly annoyed at Lin’s ability to find this situation funny.

“And what’s your job?”

“I write biographies, okay? I need that mail.”

“Wait, for real?” Lin’s head snapped up, a curious glint in his eyes as a grin fell on his face.

You paused for a second at his sudden change of attitude, uncertain as to why Lin would find your job interesting. “I—yeah—I guess you could say that.”

No doubt I’ve read some of your work. What’s your full name?”

“Y/N L/N…?”

Lin suddenly slapped at the windowsill, pointing at you with a beam. “Oh my god, yeah! You write the biographies about people during the Revolution!”

You gaped in surprise, a smile slowly spreading on your lips at Lin’s recognition. “Yeah, I do! I can’t believe you’ve actually read my books.”

“Well, duh, they’re amazing.” Lin said in a matter of fact way. “I actually used some of them for research for my job.”

“And what do you do?”

“I write musicals, songs, I act. A bit of everything. I used your books to write a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

“Wait, what?” Your eyebrows almost shot into the sky.

Lin’s face fell at your response, slapping a hand to his forehead. “Never mind, I knew it was—”

“No, no, no! Lin, that’s a great idea! That's—that’s genius!” Your eyes twinkled in astonishment as Lin instantly perked up. You both grinned at each other from your windows, barely able to hold in your excitement at the recent news.

“That’s a different reaction than what I usually get.” Lin chuckled humorlessly, mostly to cover up the memories of when his idea was considered unrealistic and unreasonable.

Your eyebrows knitted together, confused on how Lin’s idea could have cause a different reaction. “What do you mean?”

Lin pursed his lips, a finger to his chin in thought. “Most people, like…they thought it was ridiculous, for lack of a better word. It was either ‘who even is that?’ or ‘why would you do that?’ or ‘that’s never going to work.’ And it’s hard to ignore that, y’know? That’s why I didn’t tell so many people before the show started to take off. You have to get rid of the negative energy somehow, yeah?”

You nodded in comprehension, your gazed fixed to Lin as he talked generously with his hands moving about and you found yourself wondering why anyone would deny this man’s creative process. He was obviously an experienced writer and thinker, it should be clear to see that any idea he puts into his head eventually can find a way to work out.

“Yeah,” a faint smile ghosted your lips as you saw a bit of yourself in Lin. “I feel that. A small part of my family didn’t support my dream of writing when I first started, ‘cause it’s a slow process. I just kept going, even with the huge chance of my career failing. I had to at least try. If you don’t try you’ll never know what could’ve been.”

The sides of Lin’s vibrant eyes crinkled, his lips spreading into a soft smile of agreement. He clung onto every word that spilled from your mouth, not wanting this moment to end, not wanting to pretend that you “hated” each other. His voice was low with admiration and a bit of something else you couldn’t quite catch. “And look where it got you.”

“Look where it got me. Look where it got you.” Your eyebrows raised in emphasis, remembering that Lin had small relations to you before you had even met. Your gaze suddenly shifted to the many envelopes still in Lin’s hand. “Oh! I kinda need my mail back.”

A mischievous grin fell on Lin’s face as you glanced up at you from tilted head. “You want me to throw it to you?”

Your eyes practically shot out of your head, your mouth slightly open at his proposition. “No, Lin!”

“I’m gonna throw it to you. Right here. Between our houses.” Lin gestured slightly between you to emphasize the distance.

“Lin, you wouldn’t dare! I swear to God, if you drop my bills—”

“Okay, okay.” He raised both of his hands in surrender. “Then how are you gonna get your mail?”

“You can just, you know, put it in my mailbox. That is, if you don’t mix it up with yours.” An amused giggle escaped your lips.

His mouth spread into a sheepish grin, glancing to the envelopes. “I guess that could work too…” he muttered before he escaped your vision, soon emerging from his front door. You swiftly walked to the window that faced your front yard, squinting at the figure that waved your mail in the air, pointing at it as he placed it in your mailbox.

You saw his hand begin to reach for the flag, a smirk on his face and his eyes focused on you. You vigorously shook your head, violently waving your arms as if to say “don’t you dare.” He erupted into a fit of laughter, leaving the flag go as his face broke into a playful grin.

You shook your head dismissively, a smile creeping up on your lips as you stepped away from the window.

It’s a neighborly day in this beautywood, a neighborly day for a beauty

Later that night, your chin rested in your hands, your eyes trained on the faint stars that spilled across the vast night sky. Your couldn’t see many due to constant light pollution, but once in awhile you returned to your window and let the breezy air flood your senses. You liked to use it as a stress-relieving mechanism, and most of the time it worked well. You found peace in simply just people watching, observing your surroundings and taking the opportunities of inspiration that came to you.

That night had been different.

Your tranquil daze had been interrupted by a car driving past your street and pulling into Lin’s dimly lit driveway.

Your eyes immediately traveled to Lin, who climbed out of the driver’s seat, lightly jogging over to the passenger’s side and opening the door graciously. A fairly short woman hopped out, her brown, silky hair cascading down her back.

You felt your heart pang with an unfamiliar jealously as Lin hastily put his arm around the woman’s shoulders, the two of them giving each other similar warm smiles. They exchanged a few words before Lin’s eyes met yours as he smiled once again in recognition. He raised a hand and politely waved in your direction as you threw a faint wave back at him, your eyes trailing behind him and the woman as Lin’s door shut behind them with a click.

You let out a shaky breath as you ran your hands down your face, peeking at the moon through your cold fingers.

“God,” you laughed quietly, walking away from the window. You paced around your room thoughtfully before lying on your bed, a steady gaze burning a hole in your ceiling. “Why are you so difficult?” You whispered into thin air, seeking an answer from anyone.

Would you be mine?

Lin gazed into the white, drifting nimbus clouds littered across the horizon as he alternated between incessantly tapping his pencil against his full notepad and lightly chewing on the end of it.

He needed inspiration and he needed it quick.

Tackling songs for Moana was an absolute dream for Lin, however, his ideas were fleeting. Nothing was sticking and he felt utterly exhausted. He switched from chewing on his pencil to annoyingly tapping it just as you stepped out of your front door.

Lin took in your appearance, all the way from your messily styled bun that sat on top of your head to your slipper clad feet. You desperately tried to brush a few baby hairs out of your face with no avail as you rubbed your eyes. Lin’s gaze focused on you as you trudged over to your mailbox, your slippers scuffing against the pavement. You pulled open the door of the mailbox, your eyes immediately trained on the stack of mail that Lin had recently returned to you. A soft smile danced on your lips as you took the mail out, flipping through the envelopes.

A short, sweet whistle from above you interrupted your thoughts as your tired eyes snapped up to meet Lin’s that held the same amount of exhaustion. A lazy smile grazed his lips as you gazed at him, slightly waving.

“See, I told you I’d give ‘em back.” You took a moment to notice the prominent plum-colored half circles just below his eyes. You felt a sense of sympathy at this sight, feeling slightly remorseful as you found yourself relating to him.

“Never said you wouldn’t.” You widened your eyes at the sound of your hoarse voice, clearing your throat just after catching Lin’s light chuckle.

“I had a feeling.” Lin cocked his head to the side in amusement, his eyes traveling along your fluffy robe and worn bunny slippers.

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, sending him a playful eye roll as you closed the mailbox door.

“Did you get your ‘really important stuff’ you hassled me into returning?” Lin’s soft chocolate eyes brightened with his grin as the sun filled you with warmth, just as Lin had done to you.

Lin was a bright, burning, beautiful, glistening sun that oozed with radiance. He carried himself with a humble confidence and a bounce in his step. Of course, he also had a semi-hidden exhaustion that followed him to the end of the earth. He was a man of many talents and many thoughts, but he was just tired.

And you wanted to be there for him.

You took a moment to skim through your mail once again, looking back up at Lin with a satisfactory smile. “Yes, in fact, I did.”

A warm expression graced Lin’s face as he looked upon you with captivating eyes that grabbed you with no intention of letting go. “Look at you, going places, being more successful than me.”

You glared at him jokingly, dipping your head low. “You wrote a musical about Alexander Hamilton. I don’t think I can top that.”

“If it weren’t for you it wouldn’t be possible, though.” Lin reminded you, pointing a finger your way.

“Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat.” You waved a dismissive hand at him, accepting your   defeat in the matter. You took notice of the tattered and worn notebook in his hands, cocking your head at it. “What’s that full of?”

Lin’s eyebrows drew together in confusion before he followed your gaze to his notebook. “Oh, this, I—” he fiddled with it, switching its placement from one hand to the other. “It’s just a mass of ideas. I guess it’s like my mind in a book: I record all my pennies for thoughts, you know. Even the nickels, dimes, quarters, dollar coins, the whole lot.”

You let out a hearty laugh at Lin’s statement, a grin making its way onto your face. Lin found your joy to be infectious as he joined you in the laughter. He looked at you with a great fondness as you saw that he was previously at the window sill for a reason. You thought of last night when you had wracked your brain for inspiration and relief.

Putting two and two together, your mouth formed an “o” shape in realization. “Oh—I’m interrupting an inspiration sesh, aren’t I? I’m sorr—”

“No, you’re fine,” Lin immediately shook his head at you, habitually flipping the pages of his notebook before shutting it. “Thanks to you, I already found the inspiration I needed.”

You were taken aback, your eyebrows a mile high and your jaw to the floor. “Okay, then. I don’t know how inspirational I am, but…” you trailed off, beginning to walk towards your front porch.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll see it soon enough.” Lin assuredly nodded his head, creative juices already flowing in his mind.

“Alright, then. Oh, and Lin?” You stopped in your tracks as Lin’s head snapped over to you. “Who was that woman with you last night?”

Lin leaned forward slightly, a smile falling on his features in recognition. “Ah, yes, that was my sister, Luz…someone’s not jealous, are they?” He waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

Your cheeked flushed the color of the roses placed near your house as you tore your eyes away from Lin, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “I—No! Absolutely not!”

“Are you sure?” He dragged out the “u,” an irresistible smirk playing on his lips.

“Yep. 100%. No doubt.” You gritted your teeth, suddenly finding interest in the sidewalk as your eyes bored into it with viscousness. Your head popped up, Lin’s sleepy and dazed look crossing your mind again. “One more thing, Lin?”

Lin nodded his head eagerly, his eyes fully trained on you.

“Get some sleep, for Christ’s sake.” You threw him a soft smile of affection.

Lin began to protest, excuses spewing from his mouth but you shushed him, holding a finger.

“Trust me, Lin. I’m a writer too, and you need to get at least some sleep. I have a feeling you stayed up, and I can’t help but sympathize for just how tired you look right now. This was a great chat, but right now I’m worried about you.”

Lin’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes filled with a familiar tenderness as he looked at you with such amore. The smallest smile slowly spread across his lips as he nodded ever-so-slowly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I guess. Hey, thanks for the inspiration—you’re my girl!”

You nodded in satisfaction, breaking the connection between your similarly tired eyes as you stepped through your front door.

“‘You’re my girl.’” You repeated, the words hardly escaping your lips as you stared into the floor.

Could you be mine?

“Hey! Asshole!” You smacked your hand against the siding of your house, which proved to be a terrible decision as you cradled your pained hand.

Lin immediately straightened up, his eyes widening in shock at your yelling. His brows knitted together in confusion, pointing a hesitant finger to himself.

“Yes, you! Who in your house that has a deathwish has been using my wifi? I’ve had slow internet for the past week!” You shouted at Lin, expressing your frustration as he gaped in realization. “It’s you, isn’t it?!”

Lin immediately shook his head, gesturing his arms wildly. “Oh my god, no! That’s probably my housemate, Chris.”

“Who the hell is that?” You mumbled under your breath before shifting your eyes back up to Lin. “Okay, whatever, whoever this Chris is, tell him I wanna have a little chat!”

He threw his head back, letting out a resounding hearty laugh as he exited his room. “Will do!”

“I swear to god when he comes I’m gonna smite him—” you clenched your fists, impatiently waiting for the arrival of Lin’s housemate.

“What do we have here?” An enormous, bald man stepped into your line of sight, raising an eyebrow in your direction with amusement. You squinted your eyes at the intimidating figure as he leaned against his elbows.

You took a moment to evaluate him, your eyes scanning over his body. “Who are you…?”

“Chris Jackson, at your service. And who might you be?”

“No one you need to know.”

Chris sighed in defeat, slipping Lin a five dollar bill as Lin incoherently muttered something along the lines of “I told you, man.”

Your eyes shifted between the two, searching their faces for an answer to the exchange.

Chris shot a glare at Lin—who grinned right back at him—before facing you. “He bet me five bucks that you wouldn’t tell me your name. Why, I have no clue.”

“She didn’t want to tell me her name either; I told you to trust me.” Lin smirked smugly at his unfair bet as Chris let a small smile spread across his lips.

You rolled your eyes at Lin’s antics, Sharing a knowing look with Chris. “It’s Y/N L/N—”

“She’s a writer too!” Lin interrupted you, a giddy beam on his face as he nodded excitedly. Chris’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes flitting to you for an elaboration.

“I write biographies about famous figures from the American Revolution. Somehow, one of my books landed in the hands of this total nerd and helped him write his musical.” You tipped your head towards Lin as a tinge of pink warmed his cheeks. Chris glanced at Lin, seemingly communicating with him through his eyes as Lin shook his head at him.

“Anyways!” You tore apart their little eye-communication session, both of them turning to you. “Chris Jackson, we need to have a little talk.” You shot him a sickeningly sweet smile as his smile faltered under your gaze.

“Why…?” Chris habitually cracked his frighteningly long fingers as he placed his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Because you’re the asshole who’s been using my wifi!” You shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him as his eyes widened slightly. “I paid good money for that wifi, and for what? For slow internet just because my neighbor is lazy? Yesterday, I was researching for my next biography and nothing would fucking load!”

He opened and closed his mouth in shock, looking to Lin for a scapegoat. Lin just shrugged his shoulders, giving Chris a look that said “good luck.”

Chris searched the side of your house for a plausible answer, coming up short as his eyes settled on you. “You’ve actually left me speechless. I have no excuse.”

You nodded your head curtly, a smirk creeping onto your lips as you crossed your arms across your chest. “That’s what I thought.”

“And,” Chris held up a finger, raising his eyebrows. “I sincerely apologize for using your wifi. And for the fact that Lin didn’t warn me,” he sent a pointed look towards Lin, who faltered under his gaze. “That you’d be so touchy about the speed of your connection. Whether it be about the connection your wifi or between,” you motioned his finger between you and Lin as you both blushed, shifting your eyes to the floor.

“You hush up.” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at Chris. Your cheeks continued to visibly burn as Chris glanced between you and Lin. Somehow, you knew that he knew. He knew how much Lin consumed you; how much he had affected you with one interaction.

“It’s true, though. I know this guy!” Chris slinged an arm around Lin’s shoulders, a grin illuminating Lin’s face. “And I know that something’s goin’ on. You know it too, don’t you?”

“Chris, don't—” Lin started as Chris held a hand out in front of him in an attempt to shush him.

You saw no other possible choice than to speak up, you eyes trained on the ground. “I—I mean…I guess. Like, there’s obviously something, but I feel like the two of us are too distracted to see it—I’m sorry—that didn’t make any sense at all.” You shook your head, burying it in your hands as you peeked at Lin and Chris through your fingers.

“No, no! That’s exactly it! You know there’s some sort of connection or whatever, but you’re overthinking it way too much.” Chris nodded his head vigorously, wildly gesturing his hands towards you as you paid close attention. Lin had kept quiet for once, fully listening to Chris as his rosy cheeks reminded you of his previous bashfulness.

You nodded your head in comprehension, letting Chris’s wise words mull over you. You sat in a thick, uncomfortable silence that choked you as the three of you stared at each other.

“Well,” you clapped your hands once to find them slick with anxious sweat, “I better get back to work, now that someone isn’t using my wifi anymore!” You glared viciously at Chris, who guffawed, a huge, gleaming smile on his face.

“I said sorry!” Chris cupped his hands around his mouth as you turned around. You could almost hear the grin in his voice.

You hummed loudly in response as you heard Lin and Chris snicker joyously. You grabbed your laptop from your bed, plopping yourself into a chair at your desk, which was conveniently placed near the window. You drummed your fingers against the wood as you waited for your laptop to turn on, a pair of voices grabbing your attention once again. Your eyes widened slightly as you pretended to work, lending your ear to the men you had just been conversing with.

“Lin, listen to me—”

“Chris, she’s never going to—”

Please. You need to tell her how you feel. You give the best advice but never take it and apply it to yourself.”

“And how in the world am I supposed to do that?”

“Lin, get a grip. She’s just a girl, you can—”

“That’s the thing, Chris! She isn’t just a girl. She’s never been just a girl.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, placing a hand over your mouth as an agonizing silence filled the air.

“You should really tell her, Lin. I know you, and I’m sure that if you wait too long, you’re gonna let it tear you apart.”

“It’s already tearing me apart.”

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you, I have always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you

You sighed, placing your warm laptop onto your desk as you carded your fingers through your matted hair. You had spent another night researching, clicking to every website that could give you possible inspiration. You had barely slept, and your eyelids were slowly giving in to the deprivation.

A familiar, melodious whistle caused you to jump, your vision blurring for a split second before glancing at your window. You slowly got up, your muscles aching as you trudged towards your window. Lin walked alongside a small, grey dog, who was just ahead of his heels. Lin mumbled incoherently, bobbing his head to an imaginary beat. He gestured into thin air with his hand, as if to express and emphasize his words more thoroughly. You smiled at the sight, placing your chin in your hand.

“That’s a sight for sore eyes.” You called as Lin looked in all directions before settling his soft eyes on you, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

“Why thank you, I knew you’d come to your senses eventually.” He grinned humorously, the gleam from his lips rising to and brightening his eyes. The sun shone down upon his face, his eyelashes casting shadows beneath his eyes.

A gleeful smile of your own spread across your slightly chapped lips. “Not you, doofus, the dog.” You nodded towards the little, gray bundle of energy that raced around his feet, tangling the leash between Lin’s legs. You laughed heartily, a sound that caused Lin’s eyes to scrunch and his lips to turn upwards. He attempted to step out of the trap that had been set for him, an almost inaudible string of words falling from his mouth.

“Good to know that I’m appreciated ‘round here.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “No, but, this little troublemaker is Tobillo. And no, that does not translate to ‘fuck you.’” You both let a giggle out at that. “Long story short, this pup nibbled on my ankle, hence the name Tobillo. It’s Spanish for ankle.”

You cocked your head to the side in amusement, a toothy smile plastered on your face. “That’s really cute. And, you know Spanish? Or did you just look that up?”

“Puedo saber un poco, si contamos dominar.” (I may know a bit, if you count being fluent.) Lin laughed as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“Lo que sea, ahora estás mostrando.” (Whatever, now you’re just showing off.) You squinted your eyes at him as his eyes grew wide at your words.

A smirk tugged at Lin’s lips as he raised an eyebrow. His eyes flitted around your face with a fondness that didn’t match his expression. “Impressive.”

“Est-ce que tu parles d'autres langues?” (Do you speak other languages?) Your lip placed between your teeth, you awaited Lin’s answer.

Lin’s jaw went slack as he stared at you with a look of confusion, his brows knitted together. “¿Qué?” (What?)

You giggled, your eyes squeezing shut at Lin’s reply. You waved a dismissive hand at him as he continued to decipher your french. “Chris debe pensar que estamos locos.” (Chris must think we’re crazy.)

Lin shrugged slightly, his eyes rolling at the mention of his housemate’s name. “Probablemente se está volviendo loco por esta pequeña interacción. Él realmente quiere que seamos una pareja.” (He’s probably freaking out over this little interaction. He really wants us to be a couple.)

You looked to the sky, tapping a finger against your chin as you feigned deeply thinking. “Sí, preferiría no.” (Yeah, I’d rather not.)

Lin let out a chuckle, his smile faltering and his vibrant eyes losing their twinkle. Your chest tightened at this sight as a surge of regret coursed through you.

“Pero en serio…” (But, seriously...) Your gaze was cast downwards as you anxiously twisted a strand of hair between your fingers. “No es una mala idea, ¿verdad?” (It’s not such a bad idea, is it?)

Lin blinked multiple times, nervously fiddling with Tobillo’s leash as his eyes bored into you. Phenomenal, marvelous, magnificent you. “Tal vez. Tu sabe que es muy complicado. Es sólo una cuestión de tiempo, mi amor.” (Maybe. You know it’s very complicated. It’s only a matter of time.)

“Le tiempo.” (Time.) You repeated, the word leaving like a whisper from your lips. “¿Cuanto tiempo?” (How much time?)

Lin sucked in his lips, sighing through his nose as his eyes darted around your house for an answer. “No estoy seguro. Depende de nosotros.” (I’m not sure. It’s up to us.)

You nodded in comprehension, letting Lin’s wise words settle in your mind. “Realmente no me gusta esto. Ambos estamos conscientes de que hay algo en marcha, pero no podemos simplemente entrar.” (I really don’t like this. We’re both aware that there’s something going on, but we can’t just dive in.)

“No me gusta tampoco, mi amor. Sólo tenemos que pensarlo y todo saldrá bien.” (I don’t like it either, my love. We just have to think it over and everything will work itself out.)

You rubbed your eyes, exhaustion still very present. “I see.” You let out a deep sigh.

“Hey,” you lifted your head at Lin’s sweet voice. “Remember what you said about me getting some sleep?” He chuckled lightly, tilting his chin downwards. You nodded in recognition of your previous exchange.

“Yeah. How much sleep did you get last night?”

You narrowed your eyes in thought, your mouth in the shape of an ‘o’ and a hand to your head. “I don’t know, like three hours?”

Lin squinted at you, his eyes scanning over your face as you nervously chewed on your lip. “The truth.”

You let out a breath, letting your arm dangle out of your open window as your buried your face into your arm that was exposed to the sun. “I didn’t get any sleep.” You muttered into your warm skin, glancing at Lin to see if he had heard your nonsense.

He tsked, shaking his head worriedly at the news. His eyes grew dark with a more serious tone as he looked at you with sincerity. “Y/N, you’re overworking yourself. You know that, right?”

You nodded glumly, lifting your head and wincing at the harsh sunlight that strained your eyes. “I know, but…I haven’t written in so long and—”

“Y/N, I really don’t give a damn whether you’ve written something or not.” You almost flinched at the sudden harshness that laced his voice. “Right now, all I give a damn about is how much your health is showing through your looks. You look like you haven’t slept in a week. Your eye bags are almost as bad as mine. You need to be kind to yourself, goddamn it. So help me god, if I have to I will barge right through your front door and take care of you myself, I will.”

“Door’s locked.” You mumbled, closing your eyes to block the fierce sun as you vigorously rubbed your temples.

“I will break it down.” Lin’s lips twisted into a deep frown at the sight of you, his eyes filled with sympathy. “Go get some sleep.”

“Alright.” You whispered, your eyes trailing after Lin and Tobillo as they walked through Lin’s front door.

So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day, since we’re together we might as well say…

You whistled an imaginary tune as you shoved your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, stepping out onto your porch. Your shoes slapped against the pavement as you made your way down your driveway and to your mailbox, breathing in the fresh, warm air. Even after winter had bled into spring, cold, biting winds still haunted the streets. Everyone’s heat was on full blast, and layers upon layers of blankets were common. But, the past month had fortunately warmed up as the traditional weather of spring went into full effect, and you couldn’t be happier.

That was until the allergies made an appearance. But, you crossed your fingers.

“Hey, I know you!” Lin’s voice rang from his window as you looked up, and sure enough, Lin sent an enthusiastic wave your way. You chuckled under your breath, grinning at him as you raised your hand high, waving back.

“And I know you! Wow!” A fake expression of surprise fell on your face as you both exchanged sarcastic banter.

You opened your mailbox door, crouching slightly as you peered into the darkness. Your hand was halfway to your mail as your phone vibrated in your back pocket.

You stood back up, fishing your phone out of your pocket as you glanced at the screen to see your mom’s contact. A small smile graced your lips as you tapped the answer button, pressing your phone to your ear. You had always loved calling your mom, her cheerful voice never failing to brighten your mood as she checked in on you: seeing if you ate, how you were doing, what you were working on.

“Hey, mom! What’s up?” Your joyous grin faltered at the sound of your mom’s sniffling. Your eyebrows drew in together in confusion. “Mom? What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Y/N,” Your mother let out a wracking sob that caused a feeling dread to surge through you. “Your sister, she’s been in an accident. She was—was on her way to visit you and…someone hit the front of her car on her side.”

“Is she going to be alright?” Your eyes roamed your street, flitting nervously to anything to help you force the choking feeling down your throat. You didn’t know what you would do without your sister, your best friend, the person who’s been for you since your first ballet recital.

“Y/N, she—she died on impact. She’s gone.” Everything around you: the colors, the houses, the sky, suddenly blurred into a mess of grief and melancholy as your phone clattered to the ground. Your mother’s voice still emerged from it, but you couldn’t hear a word. You collapsed to the pavement, your hands trembling wildly as you heard footsteps quickly approaching you. A pair of warm, strong arms enveloped you as your breath hitched, you hiccuped, tears spilled from your eyes. A heart-wrenching scream ripped your throat as you balled the fabric of the person’s shirt in your fists, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Lin’s voice swirled in your mind as his comforting hand ran up and down your back, stilling your shaking form and calming your senses. Lin’s warmth relaxed you as he stroked your hair with the gentlest touch. He hoisted you up into carrying you bridal style, walking you through your front door and into your house. He whispered a series of comforting words into your ear, carrying you into your bedroom. He tentatively laid you down, draping a soft blanket over you. He sat down beside you, taking your hand in his as his soft fingers rubbed your knuckles. He stayed by your side until your breathing slowed and your body relaxed.

“What’s wrong, love?” His eyes filled with worry and a deep sadness as he looked at you with empathy.

“My mom called me and she, um…” You trailed off, clenching your jaw in frustration at the words you couldn’t form. You inhaled sharply as Lin placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “She said that my sister died in an accident.” You attempted to blink back the tears that stung your eyes with no avail as they streamed down your cheeks. Lin promptly wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs, his hot breath fanning across your face.

His voice was thick, as if he, too, struggled to speak. “I can either talk or just listen, whatever you want.”

“I think I wanna talk, I just—I can’t help but think it’s my fault.” You sighed heavily, pressing your lips into a thin line.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, sweetie.” Lin tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers running through your matted hair.

“It was. It was all my fault.”

“Y/N—” Lin began.

“She was on her way to see me, okay?!” You raised your voice, a pounding headache piercing your forehead. “It’s all my fault because she was coming to visit me! If I hadn’t mentioned that—” You choked on your sobs, your body violently trembling.

“Y/N, look at me.” Lin coaxed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly. “Look at me.” The mere seconds that passed felt like hours before your gaze met his. His eyes immediately softened, flitting around your face with an incredible affection. “This was not your fault, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay? Whatever asshole that hit her is to blame for this. You absolutely can’t beat yourself up over this. It’s not healthy. You’ll worry the people that love you sick.”

You slightly nodded, exhaustion finally weighing your eyelids down as they fluttered. Lin inched the blanket closer to your chin, a hand gently caressing your cheek as he stood up.

“I’ll give you some space, so I’ll be out here, ‘kay? Holler if you need me.” He took a step as you spoke up, your voice soft and hardly audible.

“Lin,” He spun on his heel towards you. “Stay, please.”

Lin nodded in understanding, walking around the foot of your bed as he slid under the warm covers. He secured an arm around you, pulling you close as your legs tangled together. Your nose pressed against his neck as he sponged a kiss onto the top of your head.

Would you be mine?

You flopped down onto your couch, settling in as you pushed the button on your remote and opened Netflix. You snuggled further into your many blankets, swinging your sock clad feet onto your coffee table. You had just begun to browse through your shows as the obnoxious sound of your doorbell resounded through your house multiple times. You groaned loudly, placing your blankets to the side as you reluctantly walked to the door. You swung open your front door to see Lin, a vibrant smile plastered on his face and a golden CD case with the title ‘Hamilton’ on it in his hand.

Your eyes scanned over Lin as you cocked an eyebrow at his presence. “Care to explain why you’re at my front door, interrupting my lovely Netflix time?”

“Today is the day that you’re listening to Hamilton—” He started, his eyes brightening with exuberance as he bounced on his heels.

“Oh my god, Lin—”

“You won’t regret it, I swear!” He walked past you, immediately opening the CD case and slipping the CD into your open laptop on your coffee table. You deeply sighed, your head hung low as you shut the door and walked over to Lin. You gazed at him as he excitedly clicked around on your laptop, careful about not opening any important files as you kept a watchful eye on him. You both took a seat on the couch, draping a blanket over your legs as Lin pressed play on the album.

You were instantly hit with a mass of genius and inventive words, impressed by the scheme of the whole production. When Lin’s voice rang through the speakers you squealed, “that’s you!” all the while Lin’s cheeks flushed red with heat. You bobbed your head to the beat during The Schuyler Sisters; grinned during Helpless; gaped during Guns and Ships; danced during What Did I Miss. You laughed and weeped in all of the rights moments as Lin just chuckled and patted your back. Soon enough, you had reached the last note of Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story as tears stained your cheeks. You buried your wet face in your hands, trying to process what you had just listened to.

“Did I break you?” Lin chortled, shaking your shoulder playfully as you looked up at him with a watery smile. You rubbed your face, groaning in disappointment that the music came to an end as you nodded your head.

“That was truly the most beautiful piece of art I had ever witnessed in my life.” You turned to face Lin, your eyes filled with sincerity as a blush seared Lin’s full cheeks.

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze turned to the floor. “Nah, it’s not that great.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re just trying to be humble. But, for real, that was revolutionary. Those little historical details you laced in were perfect. The vocals were perfect, the orchestra was perfect, everything was just perfect.” You gave him a wide smile, amazed with his ideas.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at you with awe. “You have no clue how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”

Could you be mine?

You were sprawled out on your couch with Lin, legs intertwining and blankets weighing over you as you scrolled through Netflix. A big bowl of popcorn was wedged between you two, already half empty. For the past couple months, Lin had been your shoulder to cry on, your number one supporter, and most of all: your best friend. You often caught yourself pondering over how much you’ve changed, and sometimes daydreaming about what was yet to come.

“There’s nothing to watch.” You moaned, shoveling another handful of popcorn into your mouth as you leaned your head back over the couch.

“Come on,” Lin held out a hand, gesturing to you to give him the remote. You shot him a suspicious look as you reluctantly placed the remote into his open palm, letting out a sigh of defeat.

“You know, you really need to learn trust me.” Lin laughed at your antics as he hovered over the search bar.

You hit his arm playfully, almost knocking over your cheap popcorn. “I do trust you!”

“Oh yeah? Then why won’t you let me into your laptop again?” His fingers danced around the buttons of the remote typing in a movie title as you shrunk in your seat.

“There's—there’s a lot of important files in there!” You argued, supporting a hopeless point.

“There’s important files in mine,” Lin hit enter, his eyes scanning over the movie titles, “but I still let you go on my laptop.”

You crossed your arms across your chest in defeat, grumbling at Lin as he sent you a cheeky grin. Your gaze finally traveled up to the TV screen to see The Little Mermaid. You squinted your eyes at Lin, turning your head towards him.

“Hey, before you get all suspicious: The Little Mermaid is a /quality/ movie! It’s literally the best!” Lin instantly sat up, talking animatedly as he gestured into thin air and locked eyes with you. You stared at him for a couple seconds before you sighed dramatically, a lazy smile spreading across your face.

“Fine, you win—”

“Yes!” Lin shouted in victory, pumping a triumphant fist in the air. You both pulled the numerous blankets up to your chins, exchanging body heat. A small smile adorned both of your faces as you watched the movie, until the very first note of Under The Sea played. You immediately burst into song alongside the cheerful crab, grinning and laughing all the while. Your singing began to trail off as you noticed Lin sitting quietly beside you, having not sung a word since the tune had started. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at Lin with curious eyes. You settled back down on the couch beside him.

“Lin, what’s up? I thought this was your favorite” The words hardly fell from your lips as Lin sat up, his left hand grazing your burning cheek. A breathy mumbled “dios mio” escaped his pink lips as he looked as if he were searching for the right words to say.

You grew accustomed to the closeness between you two, beginning to notice the beautiful flecks of gold in his warm chocolate eyes. The dark, silly stray pieces of hair that rebelled and stuck out from his head. His free hand grabbed yours as his eyes flicked between your eyes and lips.

“Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you my whole life and I honestly can’t wait any longer—fuck it. Can I kiss you?” His words were rushed and fleeting.

Your jaw went slack as you were taken aback, your eyes widening with surprise. Lin’s gaze remained on you expectantly as you stared at him, and your brain short circuited. You were suddenly painfully aware of your clammy hand that rested in Lin’s. You blinked a few times before nodded your head dumbly, words spewing out of your mouth as your cheeks sported a rosy tint. “I—uh—yeah! Certainly! Wait—that came out wrong. I mean—”

Lin cut you off as he hastily pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You quickly reciprocated, your hand flying to the nape of his neck. Fireworks burst in your stomach and your heart jumped to your throat, beating rapidly. Your mind raced, unsure how to feel as you smiled into the kiss. Lin pulled away for a second, beaming at you with such an excitement that made you dizzy before returning to your lips. Dozens of colors of passion swirled in your thoughts, unable to contain how much your stomach had twisted and flipped.

You eventually untangled yourselves from one another, gazing at each other with labored breaths. Lin hand still grasped yours, his thumb gently running over your knuckles and fingers with a softness that made you grin. Lin’s eyes were filled with love as he looked at you, still trying to determine whether that was reality or not.

You slowly sunk back into the couch, your head resting in the crook of Lin’s neck as his breath tickled your ear. His safe embrace filled you with warmth as he connected his lips with yours once again.

“I told you it would all work itself out.” Lin smiled, his head leaning against yours as he pressed play.

Won’t you be my neighbor?

Your shoes scuffed loudly against the sidewalk as you reluctantly trudged towards Lin’s front door. The thought of Lin moving in had rolled around in your mind for weeks, since you had finally become a couple. You thought it was with good intention, since you two could hardly go a day without talking, let alone keep your hands to yourself. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship from Chris for as long as possible, knowing well that he would make the biggest deal out of it. You anxiously dug your hands deeper into your minuscule pockets as you stepped onto Lin’s front porch.

You took a reassuring deep breath as a shaky finger rang the doorbell. You prayed to the skies that Lin would answer instead of Chris. To your great fortune, Lin swung open the door with a bright smile, the sun inside of him virtually blinding you. You hastily wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans, sucking your lips in between your teeth.

Before Lin could get a word in, you scrambled to get your point out in the open, ignoring your countless hours of practicing in your mirror. “Do you wanna move in with me?” You blurted, your eyes wide with adrenaline. Lin stared at you for a moment, taking in your words. He started and stopped a few sentences, unsure of how to word his response.

“Duh, yeah!” He suddenly raised his arms to the side, pulling you in for an embrace. “This works out perfectly, Chris and his girlfriend have been looking for a place; what better spot than here?”

You both grinned at your previous exchange as you pecked Lin’s lips and enveloped him in another hug. You heard a gasp and high-pitched squeal from behind you, swiftly turning around to find a wide smile on Chris’s lips.

“And when did this happen?” His booming voice was filled with glee as you and Lin shared a sheepish look. You glanced at Chris again, feeling guilty as you saw his joyous expression.

“About a couple weeks?” You grimaced, awaiting Chris’s response.

Weeks?! And this is the first time I’m hearing about it?” Chris’s jaw dropped to floor as you and Lin guffawed, tears springing in your eyes.

“Ah, who cares,” Lin’s smile was the most genuine and exuberant as you had ever seen as he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. “We’re moving in together.”

bonnie & clyde

mobster! dean au pt 1

 →word count: 3.9k

 →warnings: smut; references to sexual abuse;

 →a/n: i know dean isn’t exactly a kpop idol, but i really love him and his music, he is one of my favourite artists at the moment. me and my friend were both loving the idea of gangsta! dean or mobster! dean and it got my creative juices flowing (soz that’s kinda gross).

pt2 here

Originally posted by iaxifin

“oi, baby, get you’re hot ass over here,” dom calls over to you, “my lap’s feelin’ a little lonely.”

you sighed to yourself and made your way over to him, his harsh hands cuffing onto your waist, like you’d dare escaping such a man.

“my boys were saying how you were having a little chat with the delivery guy yesterday.”

his grip immediately tightened painfully as you look at his lackeys all hanging their heads sheepishly. you got along well with his guys, so the fact that they got you into trouble like this made you feel betrayed.

“baby,” you put on a fake voice to cover up your fear, “it was nothing like that, he was just being polite.”

he gave you a twisted smile, “well maybe he should know next time to stay away from what’s not his.”

his hand clutches onto your wrist instead and he drags you off of his lap and down the corridor to his room. you knew what this meant.

“i’m gonna make sure that everyone in this whole building knows who you belong to.”

dom’s party had just kicked off downstairs in the club, the bass of the music coming up from under your feet.

after what happened earlier with dom and you, you’d rather die than sit on his lap all night like his little pet.

it was a few years ago when you became dom’s ‘pet’ after you courageously stepped in for your ex boyfriend and told dom to take you instead of him. but the minute your ex got out, he had moved on immediately. it was a foolish idea, to think that your boyfriend would save you. but you were so young and naive then. so you were stuck as dom’s and there was no escape. you were trapped and labelled as “his” forever.

you look over to you’re shared bed with dom and see a note with a box laying there.

because you should always look like a princess.

d x

in the box laid a silk dusty rose cami style dress. as beautiful as it was, you didn’t want it. it was just a way to try and win your affection, but there was no real love or kindness intended by it.

but you wore it anyway because if you didn’t, there’d be a repeat of earlier’s events.

in the elastic of your stockings, you slipped your pistol in case things tonight got ugly with any unwanted guests. dom may have been a nasty piece of work, but he would never leave you vulnerable.

your put on a pair of daps with it and a fur coat over the top, you knew it would please dom if you looked “classy”. a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts and dom walked in his signature suit.

“wow baby,” he looked you up and down perversely, “you look fucking hot.”

you tried not to scoff at his words, so instead just kept your face emotionless, looking down at your daps. he grabbed your hips and pulls you out the door with him, down towards the party.

the music was getting louder and louder as you walked down the corridor. the entrance to the club was taunting freedom. as dom opened the door to the club, the guests all roared with whistles and hollers at the big man himself making his big entrance.

“ladies n gents,” he puts on a triumphant smile, “welcome!”

he walked over to where he sat for every event, his guys following closey behind, and pushed you down onto his thigh, your chair for the night.

as the night dragged on, people came over to dom, giving him a firm handshake. of course, everyone knew it was better to be pals with dom, then to make him your enemy. or you we’re fucked. last time someone came to his club looking for a fight, he got one. but it didn’t look so pretty for him afterwards.

but by 11:30, a dark face came to pay dom a visit.

“dom, how’s it been?”

it was the first time you’d ever seen dom looked shocked. his lips parted slightly as his eyes stayed frozen on the figure before the two of you. his face paled in the poorly lit club.

“uh johnny, long time no see, what are you doing at my place?” dom put emphasis on my place, trying to act like he had the upper hand here. the man seemed unphased by dom’s attempt at intimidation. by this point you’d managed to figure out that this johnny guy was not a pleasant surprise for dom.

“baby, why don’t you go have a little dance or something? i’ll catch up with you in a bit, eh?” he gave your butt a quick tap and scooted you away to the dancefloor. this was the first time dom let you out by yourself, and the thought excited you. but clearly something bad was about to happen.

you moved through all the people convulsing to the heavy-bassed music, caught up in the hot, rousing atmosphere. everyone dancing seemed to look so good, so alive on the dance floor. you found yourself joining in, swinging your hips to the beat, your eyes closed and your lips parted as you let yourself go for the first time in years. the dancer’s bodies were so close to yours, this was the most human contact you’d had with anyone except dom in so long.

it was your free spirit that caught his eye tonight. from a corner booth he was sharing with a couple of buddies, his eyes clearly settled on you. he was fascinated by how your hair swung as your head swayed with your hips, how each slight jump you did made your jacket raise, along with your dress, showing your smooth thighs and your hidden weapon. he noticed how you had a small smile on your lips, like this night was the best of your life. he noticed how your soft face looked completely out of place amongst all the mobsters.

you felt the need for a drink after so much dancing, so you made your way over to the bar. he seized this opportunity to go over and talk to you.

“one cranberry juice and vodka please,” you called out to the bartender.

“make that two,” a voice called from the other side.

your turned your head to the voice, and you were dumbstruck at the view facing you.

a lean figure in a pinstripe suit and creepers looks down on you, his hair quiffed up, but his fringe flicking round on his forehead. his hands were in his pockets, and he leaned against the bar with a poised gesture. he had a modest confidence about him, like he wasn’t confident in himself, but he was confident in life in general. like nothing could stop him. his style was slick, and it was enticing.

“i saw you dancing out there,” he pointed to the dancefloor, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone dance like that before.”

your brow creased in confusion, you weren’t sure if you should be offended or not.

“umm thanks?”

“i mean you looked really good out there, you were quite mesmerizing”

you smiled bashfully at his words instead now, “oh, thank you.”

he flashed his teeth at you in an honest smile, eyes creasing at the sides.

“so uh.. you know dom?” he looked at you sheepishly. you gulped at his inquiry, scared at how he might act. you were so close to finally being free, but you still couldn’t escape it.

“i-uh- i work for him,” you look down at your feet.

“work? if that’s what you call it..” he trailed off.

you started getting angry now, what right does he have to judge you? did he think this was something you wanted?

“you think i like the way he touches me? you think i enjoy being treated like someone’s play thing?”

“no no wait that’s not what i meant, look i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you. i just don’t think it’s right for him to get away with treating you how he does. you should never get touched so… cruelly. it makes me sick seeing the way he manhandles you.”

“you really think that? most guys just get jealous that he gets to have  such an obedient little slut.”

you choked on your own words a little, but covered it up with a swig of your drink.

“i think you’re far from a ‘little slut’. you seem so much more than that.”

you were shocked. he barely knew you, yet he was disgusted by your treatment. and he saw you as more than an object. for once, you were human in someone’s eyes. your heart warmed at the thought.

“look, let’s not talk about dom,” you avert his attention instead, “why don’t we dance uh..?”

“dean, my name’s dean. and you are?”

you smiled slightly at his fitting name, “i’m y/n.”

you slipped your fur coat off and left it on the barstool, his eyes glancing over your bare arms and shoulders, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. you looked almost angelic in such a harsh environment, you’re subtle innocence becoming more obvious as time passed.

you grabbed onto his rough, callus hands and dragged him onto the dancefloor, and letting him guide your body instead. his hands stayed on your waist politely, but as the two of you got closer and closer to one another, they settled on your hips, one travelling up to your hair affectionately. as you danced, he stayed gentle with you, never getting grabby or inappropriate, but staying tender with his actions. it was refreshing to be treated with care for once, you craved it, you craved warmth and loving devotion.

quickly, the two of you got too caught up in each other to notice the number of dom’s men in the area.

“dean, we need to go.”

“what do you mean go?” he mumbled into your ear.

“i mean we need to leave right now,” your heart beat quickened as you worried about what could happen to dean if you got caught.

but he caught on and wasted no time leading you by your hand to the exit. as scared as you were of getting caught, your were excited at the thought of having freedom.

“y/n? we should run.”

“why?”

“because they are.”

dean pulled you through the manic crowds, down the dimly lit hallway to the exit.

“dean look out!”

in front of you were too of dom’s men, taking up the whole corridor with their large builds. you lead the way and pulled him down a nearly black hallway, with people lingering the whole way though it.

“i’ve got an idea,” dean whispers. they were getting closer.

“what is it?”

“just go along with it, okay?”

before you even had the opportunity to respond, his lips landed on yours. his arms locked on either side of the wall, blocking you in and hiding you. his lips continued kissing you as you still tried to get over the shock of somebody else being so intimate with you. it felt better than you’d imagined kissing someone else, so much more caring and light compared to dom’s painful, hard kisses that bruised your lips.

the two of dom’s men went straight past you, barely even noticing your attempt at blending in.

dean’s lips slowly detached from yours, his head resting against yours still, one arm sweeping hair off your face.

“sorry if that stepped over any lines, i thought it would help disguise us,” he whispered.

“it’s okay, it worked anyway. they’re gone now.”

“if they’re gone then why are we still whispering?”

you chuckle at his light-hearted humour, grabbing both of his hands and intertwining them with your comparably small ones.

“do you wanna come stay at my place tonight? you’ll have a bed and food and someone there to keep you safe from the baddies,” he joked.

“oh and who would that be?” you playfully replied.

“the guy who just saved your cute ass.”

“touche.”

the paced walk to his apartment was filled with trivial conversation, the two of you just enjoying the peaceful aftermath of the club.

finally you arrived outside of his flat. dean lived in a big city apartment on the top story with 5 other guys, all tall, muscly, tattooed. it was obvious that they were the gangsta sort too. they all dressed smart and in their jacket’s lining pocket you could make out the shape of pistols.

but you were used to these kinds of men, and they didn’t scare you one bit.

“fellas,” dean announces, “this is y/n, shes dom’s girl.”

they all looked at him with shock.

“what, and dom just gave her to you?” the first one spoke up, “if he find’s her here, you’re dead, we’re all dead.”

“we’ll be fine, vin, i’m gonna make sure nothing happens to her.”

you looked up at him, but he only sternly looked vin in the eye.

“if you can promise that none of us get our asses kicked, then she’s more than welcome to stay.”

dean showed you to his room, and let you in. the room was more open than you’d imagined, the whole of one wall was a window overlooking the lit up city. his bed was up against the glass, low to the ground and unmade with a laptop lying on it. but it still looked inviting. in the corner was a laundry pile, blood stained t-shirts lying on top. he had a record player in the corner and stacks of vinyl, and a wardrobe. but that was it. no more possessions and no more furniture.

“it’s very..” you tried to find the right words.

“empty? i’m aware,” he looked out the window.

“i was gonna say simple but yeah, that works too. but i like it, it feels.. right.”

“right?”

“yeah, like, i feel comfortable in here, which is surprising for me,”

you slipped his jacket he’d given you earlier off and dropped it onto the floor.

you stood there lit up by the city and moon’s lights in nothing but a small dress, and he swore to himself he had never seen anything more beautiful before in his life.

“y/n, i,” dean didn’t know how to get out the right words, “i don’t want you to think that i expect you to, ya know, do stuff.”

“i know,” you replied softly, “thank you for everything. you didn’t have to give up so much just to save someone like me.”

“someone like you? y/n, you deserve so much more than what i can give you, but for now this is all i have.”

you lean up and leave a small kiss on the tip of his nose. his eyes shut and he leans his head into the crook of your neck.

“nothing whatsoever is gonna happen to you, no one else is gonna lay a hand on you with out your consent. and i’m gonna make sure of it.”

dean may have been a face from only a few hours ago, but nothing about him was going to cause you harm. he made you feel safe for the first time in so long.

fatigue hit you as you exhaled, sinking into dean’s stature. his arms snuck around your waist and he lifted you up and carried you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist.

he softly placed you down, pulling the covers over you. he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, showing you his toned, slightly scarred upper body, along with his trousers, and changed into a pair of sweatpants.

“you have tattoos?” you question, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down to you. he crouches at the side of the bed next to your head.

“i have a few,” he turns round shows the back of his neck,

r e b e l

and then along the side of his neck and down his left bicep was a plum tree with inky branches spiralling off the side, blossoms coming around the sides.

“they’re amazing.”

your hands trace along his shoulder and down the side of his bicep, moving down to grip his waist. you’re exhaustion had somewhat disappeared and was replaced with a desperate, desire to have more of dean. but this time, you didn’t want to please because you had to, but because you wanted to. you were free to make whatever decision you wanted to make, and your decision was to have dean.

much to his surprise, you pulled him onto you on the bed and covered his lips with hungry kisses, his hands gripping your hips in shock. but he reacted quickly and picked up your hands from his bare waist and pinned them above your head. if dom had done that, you would have been disgusted, but when dean held your wrists so delicately, it felt blissful.

wrapping your legs around his naked torso, you kissed down his jaw along to his neck and ear. playfully, you nipped and tugged at his earlobe, his groans filling the air and your head.

“i wanna see more of you,” he started to slide the strap to your cami down your shoulder, leaving tender kisses along your burning skin as he went.

underneath your dress was nothing except panties and your stocking-hidden pistol. he slipped it off of the top half of your body, your breasts completely on display to him. he swallowed audibly and licked his lips slightly at you. but he only saw you as beautiful. not “hot”. or “sexy”. just beautiful.

his hands softly cupped around both your breasts, kneading them slightly. you let a moan past your lips, but he shushed you and motioned to the door, meaning he didn’t want the guys to hear them.

you gulped and nodded, and he continued to rub your breasts, his lips coming down on one and grazing your nipple. you gasp at the feel of his cool breath on your hot skin. nobody had ever touched your body with so much delicacy before in your life and you were basking in it.

his hands slipped the dress the whole way down you body, all that remaining were the matching pink panties and stockings, which he took the pistol out of and placed at the side of his bed. his fingers dusted over the lace of your underwear, fingers hooking round and pulling down, and off.

he grabbed your thighs and pushed them up against your torso, giving him a clear view of your aroused, glistening heat. he exhaled loudly at the magnificent sight before him. you looked so stunning like that, completely content yet so flustered by his small movements on your thighs.

his fingers finally made there way to your damp core, and he wasted no time in giving your clit a firm press and rub from his thumb. you released a suppressed moan at his actions, your hands gripping the bed sheets with such force, your knuckle turned white. his thumb was suddenly removed and replaced with his wet tongue. he licked from the base up to the top of your clit, making you’re already damp core wetter.

“dean, more,” you whimper, “i need more.”

he instantly pushed a finger inside you at your request, slowly pumping at first. normally, you would have an felt uncomfortable stinging every time dom fingered you. but dean took care of you properly, making you feel like you were in ecstasy.

with each pump you grunted with a slight whimper, your breathes becoming shallower and unstable. dean took out his finger and left you feeling empty, as he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers together. he sat back on his heels and kneeled down on the bed, grabbing you by the hips and sitting you on his lap.

“are you ready?” he whispered, “we can wait if you want.”

“no,” you wanted this, “please go on.”

he took no time at all as he lifted your hips and settled them on top of his length, his width taking you by surprise. you arched your back against his chest, your breasts pushing against him flushed.

“dean keep going,” you breathed.

he started to push into slowly, starting a rhythm and a pace for the two of you. you rolled your hips onto him, eliciting a hiss from dean’s bitten lips.

the two of you had no struggle reaching your climaxes easily, both so desperate to make the other come undone. you were finally going to experience your first orgasm. no matter how many times dom had fucked you, you never got any enjoyment out of it. and your ex before that always came before you. so you were stuck in a cycle of almosts.

dean sucked along your neck and left dark marks all across the smooth expanse of skin and his thrusts became hard and rough, the sound of your skin hitting his.

“dean i’m gonna,” you yelped in surprise of the feeling that had exploded in your lower body. dean made one lay thrust and came with you, his breathes loud in your ear.

the two of you clutched each other as you caught your breath, all of your body touching the others. the city and star light lit up your glistening bodies, the glow off your incandescent skin.

“how was that?” dean mumbles into your neck, your hair muffling his words.

“it was..” you didn’t know how to describe how incredible that felt. you were overwhelmed with intense feelings, “amazing.”

he smiled at your eyes twinkling in the city light. dean got up to grab you a clean shirt to sleep in for the night, and some underwear for himself. you pulled the cosy shirt over your head, sighing contently as you looked over the city view.

he climbed in next to you and wrapped his sturdy arms around your waist, snuggling into your neck and back tightly. you giggled at his cuteness, surprised to see such a light hearted side to a mobster.

dean was unlike any other, he had a heart of gold that had been stolen and exploited. and your heart aches for him, and how misunderstood he must be.

“how did you get into this job then?” you were beating around the bush a little, you knew mobsters didn’t like their label. you turned around and rested your head in the crook of his shoulder.

“i was born into it, my dad used to be the head of our mob. but during a debt collection, he was surprise attacked and shot in the head. so i started working for them too, hoping to find my dad’s killer. i started off on routine deals and then started getting better with a gun and my fists. the new mob leader liked my dedication to the cause and so he started taking me out on collections like my dad did. i’ve been doing it ever since. but i’ve never killed. i mean i’ve fucked up a few faces here and there, but that’s it. i can’t put others through what i went through myself.”

you stayed silent and placed a kiss on his bare chest, showing your comfort in your actions. you wanted to show him how much you cared, so you snuggled even further into his side.

who knows what you were gonna do now. dean was a face from a few hours ago and he had already seen so much of you. he was your hero, whether or not he’d done his fair share of damage in the past. he may not see himself as a good guy, but you saw him as the best.

The Grim Reapers Girlfriend Pt.2 (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by yoongichii

Originally posted by recked

Part 1

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing


You groaned at another dad joke Yoongi has made “God stop they’re awful” you whined and sat up on the platinum white bed sheets looking at the older boy.

It has been a week since the accident and the doctor said you could be let out today. Although with the occasional disappearing to other deaths, Yoongi has been by your side the whole time.

“Wait I’ve got another one” you groaned at his voice and plopped back down in the position you were in before. “Whats brown and sticky?” he chuckles not able to finish the joke.

“You’re scaring me” you whisper not wanting to people to hear your voice. Over time you’ve learnt that only you could see him but when he wants to be seen by others he can be seen by others.

“A stick!” he gasps for air clutching his stomach for dear life, you couldn’t help but laugh at his state. You’re feelings for him were growing stronger, at this point he was but a child’s crush to you, and that’s how you wanted it to be.

 “Miss Y/L/N, How are you on this fine morning?” The doctor strolled in grabbing out his stethoscope and checking your heart beat, you keep looking at Yoongi who is still laughing but this time he falls out of his chair causing you to let out one big laugh.

“Miss Y/L/N are you alright?” the doctor looked concerned and stared at you, all you could do was bite your lip and nod.

“Well looks like you’re free to go. I’ve done all the paper work so you can walk right out of here” He smiled and practically skipped out the door.


“What do you wanna do?” Yoongi asked, hands in his pockets as the two you wandered out of the hospital. 

“I know what I’m doing” you waved your hands getting a taxi’s attention, luckily one rolled in right next to where you were standing “I’m going back to my dorm to get ready for my classes” you smiled up at him.

As soon as your butt touched the seats you sighed, ‘Being around Yoongi is hard work’ You thought to yourself and looked back to see he wasn’t there. 

Unfazed you turned back around to see him sitting right next to you. Holding your hand up to your heart you breathed in an out in hopes of steadying your heart beat.

“What the hell? Why can’t you leave me alone for two god damn seconds?” you whispered. The old man was too busy listening to his music to care. “I told you, I’ll be with you until you say yes” he smirked and rested his head against the seat.


You pulled up to your university and walked in the direction of the dorms. As you were walking you noticed girls watching your every move and gasping, “He’s so hot” you heard one girl bicker “I’ve never seen him before in my entire life” another said fanning herself.

You groaned and stopped in your tracks “They can see you can’t they?” you asked, “Of course babe” he swung his arm around you and continued walking. 

“Why can they see you?” you pushed his arm off of your shoulder and continued walking “I want everybody to know that you’re mine” he smiled and again placed his arm around you.


“Y/n!” Mi Na screamed and engulfed you into a big hug “I missed you!” it was the end of summer holidays so you didn’t miss out on much. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to the hospital” Mi Na rambled on.

When she was finished she went back to her desk and started to place books down. You started to hang photos up on walls and place all of your clothes into the dresser, that was until you felt cold hands wrap around your waist.

You screamed and jumped forward Mi Na looked up “What is it?” it was clear that this time Yoongi had become invisible again. “Nothing, I just thought I saw something” you said smiling.

“Hey, why don’t we get some coffee?” Mi Na asked.


After ordering you couldn’t help but stare at the cashier and he couldn’t help but stare at you. 

“Ugh! You’re so pretty it’s unfair” Mi Na groans scrolling through your latest Instagram posts. “I’m really not Mi Na, You’re the one who’s got a boyfriend.” you sighed grabbing your coffee.

Before walking out the door you see something scribbled on the lid ‘You are BEAUTIFUL’ it wrote, along with a number, you looked back to find the cashier staring at you smiling.

Whilst this was all going on, you didn’t notice a young man who was right beside you. Jaw clenched, steam practically coming out of his ears he was ready to beat that guy to a pulp.


“Ah Y/n I gotta go, my mums freaking out about my little sister. She isn’t home yet and wants me to go look for her” Mi Na says running off into the night air.

“Are you really going to call him!?” Yoongi shouts, stumbling over some rocks. “Maybe, Maybe not?” you say smiling. “You’re my girl, I don’t want you to” he says stopping right in front of you.

“I’m not your girl Yoongi but nice try” you patted him on his chest and walked around him. 

“Why don’t I call him now?” You ask wriggling your eye brows giggling, “Give me the phone” Yoongi runs after you, you quickly go into the woman’s public toilets and dial the number.

“I swear to God Y/n” Yoongi screams outside of the small building. “Hello?” you hear a deep voice coming from your phone “Hi” is all you could say. Your knees weak, you sat down on the toilet making sure the lid was closed before you do.

“Who’s this?” he asked “It’s the girl from the coffee shop, I believe you called me beautiful?” you asked. “Ahhh Girl From the Coffee Shop, how are you?” he asks. 

“I’m good and yourself Mr. Cashier From the Coffee Shop?” he laughed “Mr Cashier From the Coffee Shop? I like it.” He paused once again, this time you heard Yoongi singing like a drunken man.

“Oh my baby, won’t you please come out. I’II buy you diamonds and sweets Oh won’t you come out” He laughed and banged on the door. You covered the phone and whispered yelled “Yoongi shut the hell up or I’ll never say yes!” soon he was quiet, ‘That shut him up’ you thought.

You pressed your ear back to your phone and listened.

“But you must know…my name is Jin”

Jealousy: Tom x Reader

Requested: Haz gets jealous of Reader & Tom’s relationship.


4 months, it had been 4 months since you and Tom had been dating and you loved every second of it. He was an amazing guy with a great sense of humor and he was such a gentle person, the only problem was his best friend: Harrison. 

You thought it was a bit odd that he literally went everywhere Tom went. Sure that was his life long friend but it was a bit off putting. At first you didn’t have a problem with it but you noticed his behavior towards you, like he didn’t want you around. He would always talk over you, try his hardest to interrupt your alone time with Tom, and would even give you evil looks. You had pretty thick skin so none of it really hurt your feelings. But you wanted to say something to him and to Tom but you knew that that would cause some tension.

You snapped out of your thoughts as your phone rang, “Hey baby!” You smiled. “Hey love I’m outside.” You put on your jacket and walked outside with a huge grin on your face. You skipped to the car and the smile disappeared as you saw Harrison sitting in the front seat. He only rolled down the window a bit, “The back.”

You groaned but you were a bit surprised. Those were the most words he had uttered to you the past few months.

Tom gave you a look and mouthed a quick sorry. “So we’re going to the movies.” Tom said. “Okay what movie-”, “I really hope that we get the good seats. I heard this movie is really good.” Harrison said interrupting you, once again.

Tom had noticed how rude he always was to you but he didn’t want to lose his best friend but he didn’t want to lose you either.


Once again Haz managed to completely ruin what was supposed to be a good date. You had enough and once Tom pulled up to your place you rushed out the car and walked to the drivers side. “I need to talk to you.” You said to him. “Okay.”

“Get out of the car.” You demanded. “Oh okay” While he unbuckled his seat belt, you noticed Harrison doing the same. “Alone. Sorry Harrison but you can’t follow him everywhere.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead but you didn’t care. After Tom go out, you drug him behind you and made sure you were far away from the car. 

“What’s wrong love?” He grabbed your hands and looked you in the eye. “I really like you Tom, I really do but I can’t do this anymore.” He let your hand go, “W-what?”

“I want to be in a relationship with you but I can’t do it.” You started getting emotional and brushed your fingers on his cheek. “I can’t take Harrison being a dick. I didn’t ask for a tag-a-long when we made us official.”

“I was going to say something to him but-”, “No need he’s your best friend and he obviously can’t handle your attention being divided. And I don’t want to be the girl who broke up two best mates.”

“But Y/N-” His voice cracked and his heart broke. “I’m sorry Tom.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and on his lips. “But I suggest you talk to him about his jealousy problem before you find another girl or it just might be you and Haz.”

You were falling in love with Tom but you couldn’t take it. You honestly felt that this was probably what Haz had wanted, for you to be gone.

Haz noticed his friends entire demeanor had changed. “What’s up mate?” He asked as Tom got in the car. “You okay?” He put his hands on Tom’s shoulder but Tom jerked away. “Fuck you Harrison!”

“What?”, “You jealous dick. You cost me one of the greatest things in mhy life.” Without another word Tom sped off. 


Haz stood outside his friends room and felt like shit as he heard him crying. He knew Tom was in love with you but he couldn’t bare losing his best friend to someone. “Tom-”, “Piss off.”

“I-I didn’t mean to-” Haz jumped as his best friend swung the door open and stood in front of him. His eyes were red and puffy, “Of course you meant it. Youu hated the idea of me being around anyone but yourself.” Tom went on a rant and after he finished Harrison felt like absolute shit. “It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy mate, it’s just it’s always been us and I thought Y/N would mess up our friendship.”

Tom shook his head, “You’re my best friend man. I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t replace you.”

After they made up Tom looked at his phone, “She answer?”

Tom just shook his head and tossed his phone. “She was the best thing that happened to me man.”

Haz nodded and knew he had to fix it.


It was Saturday morning and you were jamming to so music while trying to tidy up your apartment when you heard a knock. “Coming.” You looked out the peephole and groaned. “What?”, “Can I come in?”

You sighed and opened the door, “What?”, “Hi.” Haz said handing you flowers. You were a bit afraid because Harrison was never nice to you. “I came here to say I’m sorry and to beg you to please get back with Tom.”

It took a lot of convincing you but after Harrison sincerely apologized you left with him. “He looks like hell by the way.” Haz said while opening the door. There he was sitting on the couch staring blankly at the TV. “Tom?”

His head snapped up and his eyes grew, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked jumping up and running to you. “Harrison came by and apologized.”

“Really?”, “Yeah.” He stood in front of you and held your hands. “Well I’ll be in my room.” Haz left and let you two talk


5 months later. 

You sat on Tom’s lap as the movie in front of you played. “Where’s Haz?” You asked. “He’s working on a script for a possible movie.” Tom mumbled. “Is he coming over? I miss that loser.”

It had been over 5 months since all three of you had worked out the issue at hand. You and Haz were closer than ever and he was like a brother to you. It took some getting used to but he finally accepted the fact his best friend was in love. 

“Don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around.” Tom joked. “This is great. My best friend and my girlfriend finally getting along.”

Everything was in perfect harmony. You had your amazing boyfriend and Haz had his best friend. 

Serendipity

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Byun Baekhyun x Reader - Angst

Words: 4K

Summary: Childhood friends before you moved away and took his heart along with you, Baekhyun soon debuted as EXO’s singer in hopes of finding you again. So why were you standing in front of him as an EXO fan with no memories of your childhood?


He didn’t know when he gave his heart to you. Maybe it was when you pushed some bullies off of him. Or maybe it was the time you came over to help him with his math homework. He wasn’t sure how it happened, all he knew was that it did happen. He entrusted his feelings when you stepped inside your car, tears staining your face and your small hands wiping the tears away.

The vivid scene of your tied up (h/c) hair and swollen red eyes as you gripped your teddy bear was ingrained his mind. He remembered your little bunny backpack that complemented your bright yellow dress. He remembered the tears peeking from his mother’s eyes as she said her goodbyes to your mother. And he remembered the bracelet of the moon hanging from your wrist, his bracelet matched with the sun.

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Mystical

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Barnes didnt enjoy crowds. And because of this one reason, he wasnt enjoying this outing.

“Come on, man, just a carnival ! Relax!” Sam said,

Bucky grimaced, and then continued to walk, watching all the fairylights and candy floss, and all these happy people.

How he wished to feel that way. To be happy. To be relaxed.

He sighed audibly, and his eyes wandered, only to fall on a particular stall, standing isolated somewhat behind all the music and madness.

He began walking towards it, leaving his friends behind. He felt some kind of a pull, and he walked faster.

A woman in bright clothes sat at the entrance to the stall, watching.

“Welcome to my stall, dear” She said with a smile.

Bucky looked at her, and her stall, with some emotion he couldnt quite understand.

“Why dont you just look around ?” the woman said, showing him the way in.

It was a tiny bookstall, with many ancient looking books stacked onto makeshift shelves.

Bucky felt almost stupid to be standing there, but still, there was an odd attraction that kept him there.

He walked in between the shelves of books, his mind pulling him in different directions. He felt overwhelmed and giddy, and he grabbed a shelf to steady himself. The shelf shook slightly, sending a few books stacked at the top to topple down.

A particular book, with a black and red cover, landed in his hands. ‘Book of Soulmates’ Was etched on the hard cover on the book.

Bucky frowned, as he opened the book, and almost screamed out loud, seeing the first page.

The slightly yellowing page had his name written in the middle, in a beautiful handwriting. He looked around to see if this was a prank, and expected his friends to jump out from behind the shelves. Only no one came.

Bucky was breathing fast, feeling suffocated. He glanced back at the book, running his fingers over his name. He turned to the next page, which was blank. He flipped the pages, and they were all blank.

Giving out a frustrated sigh, he shut the book, and stood still for a moment. He thought of confronting the woman who owned the stall.

He made his way towards the entrance, but a sudden cool breeze had him stop in his tracks. A sweet scent filled his nostrils. Now truly creeped out, Bucky looked around cautiously.

He froze as he felt a warmth in his fingers. He looked down at the book he was holding. A certain warm seemed to seep through its covers to his fingers.

He opened the book urgently, and saw the first page as it is. But the next page had changed. There was a light outline in it.

Thats it, Bucky thought. Just as he turned to run, there was a huge gust of wind, and pages flying around. Bucky fell to his knees , holding onto te book tightly.

He closed his eyes, not knowing what else to do. The wind stopped abruptly, and Bucky waited a moment before opening his eyes.

“Shit” He mumbled to himself.

The stall was gone. There was no sign of it, or the woman. It was all gone. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that he was still holding the warm book in his hands. He quickly opened the book, and let out a sigh of relief as he saw his name in it.

The outlines in the next page had grown darker now, more clear. It looked like a portrait.

Bucky squinted at it, trying to figure out the drawing. It was someone’s face. What caught his eye was the outline of a star on the left cheek of the person. None of the other features were clear.

“Hey ! BUCKY !”

Bucky stuffed the book into his jacket, as he saw Steve approaching him.

“Where did you run off to ?!” Steve asked, his face showing concern.

“I was right here” Bucky said, shrugging.

He shifted trying not to mind the book, that was getting warmer by the minute.

“Come on, lets go - the others went on to grab a snack” Steve said, pulling Bucky with him.

Bucky followed him, turning around occasionaly, to see some sign of the stall. Lost in thought, he continued walking, and walked straight into someone. Bucky yepled in pain, as the book burned him.

There was another scream, and Bucky looked at the person he had walked into.

There was a girl sitting on the ground, brushing the dirt off her jacket, looking up at Bucky, her lips slightly parted, and a look of confusion etched on her beautiful face.

Bucky stared at her. She long wavy brown hair, that flying around her in the breeze, and big brown eyes, glued to his face. And the soft cool breeze that swept his face, carried a certain sweet scent.

Bucky’s eyes widened at sudden realization. There was a silver star painted on her left cheek. He reached for the book inside his jacket only to find that it was gone.

He felt light-headed, and he looked back at the girl. She just sat there, watching him. It was her. It was her portrait.

Bucky extended his arm to help her up. She took it without question, and they both winced as their touch burnt their fingertips for a moment, and then it was gone.

Bucky was too shocked to speak. What was happening ?

“Bucky ! Bucky !”

Bucky snapped out of his trance, as Steve shook him.

He was still holding her hand.

“Hi” He said in a small voice.

“Hi”

“Im sorry, I-”

“Its alright”

She had a faint smile on her lips, and she tried to tame her flying hair with her free hand.

“Im James. Bucky. Barnes”

The girl giggled as Bucky stuttered with his words.

“Y/N Y/L/N” She said, smiling.

Steve stared at the couple in confusion.

“Did you feel it ?” Bucky asked in a whisper.

The shook her head, still smiling.

“Whats going on, Bucky ?” Steve asked again.

Bucky turned to Steve with a smile and said, “Shes my soulmate”

Friends (Optional Bias)

author’s note: okay so this is going to be very different from my usual posts/scenarios, but i reread one of my old scenarios (it’s titled friends as well) and i really wanted to rewrite it, and make it longer and better. also i added a bit of suggestiveness/smuttiness, as last time it was only implied and now i want it to be a bit more detailed and a longer story. if you all like this, i may or may not turn it into a series; message me and let me know what you think of turning it into a series. love you cuties and i hope you all enjoy!

**also forgive me if the smut is shitty; i don’t have much practice writing smut !! also there’s a shit ton of smut below so beware !!

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Min Yoongi didn’t really know when he had officially gotten together with Seokjin.

All he knew was that from the first time Seokjin held him in his strong arms in a comforting hug of excitement from their first successful recording of a full song, he had wanted more. Seokjin had pulled away quickly, an embarrassed but beautiful grin set on his perfect face- Yoongi knew he had returned the gesture with a small smile of his own. They hadn’t really physically shown affection to each other because Yoongi simply didn’t like it.

Or he thought he didn’t.

Now here he was, body leaning against the couch arm with Seokjin’s upper body tucked between the younger man’s legs, Seokjin’s arms wrapped around his torso, his head laying on his stomach- Seokjin hadn’t asked, had just wiggled his way in and Yoongi had let him.

Just like their relationship.

Seokjin was a bit reserved when he first joined the group; he had spent a lot of time with Namjoon- He never had the chance to be jealous because the whole group just settled into itself and really, the only occasional argument was between the younger ones when teasing went too far. But usually Seokjin or Namjoon were the ones to clear it up if need be, and everything was always fine.

The older man laying over him let out a sigh in his sleep, pressing his face further into the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt and tightening his grip on his lower back. Yoongi unconsciously brought his fingers up to trail through Seokjin’s soft brown hair.

He had been listening to music when Seokjin had settled on top of him, but his mind had wandered and he wasn’t even paying attention any more, one of the earbuds having fallen out of his right ear. His gaze roamed Seokjin’s long form, his lean legs clad in those cut out jeans he liked to wear so much and his upper body hidden underneath an oversized baby pink sweatshirt.

A lot of the time, the group shared an interest in the same clothes, except Jungkook who they could not steer away from buying a new white t-shirt every time they went shopping, but they each had their individual style- Yoongi knew that if Seokjin’s love for soft colors did not transition to his wardrobe, a lot of the things in his closet were very similar to Yoongi’s.

Yoongi, a lot of the time, liked to where dark colors. He felt they complimented his skin tone and went with his personality- they were easy to pair together with any jeans, and he liked black, dark green, and gray the most.

Seokjin, however, was the complete opposite. He had a lot of things in his closet but when they were going to practice or at the dorm, he preferred pink and blue and white. He liked soft and cute more often than not.

At that time, Yoongi had on a black t-shirt and black sweatpants, which contrasted heavily against the warm body laying against him.

He hadn’t realized that, while he was daydreaming, his gaze was still on Seokjin; he heard a low, playful chuckle echo before he came out of his thoughts, bright, wide brown eyes staring up at him.

“I know I’m handsome Yoongi-yah, but you openly staring like that is embarrassing me-“ He moved his body up and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders, kissing his chin gently.

Being roommates had definitely helped their relationship- Seokjin had let Yoongi set the pace for their physical interactions; he knew how much the younger man liked to keep to himself. But there was something about Seokjin that just drew Yoongi in, he felt himself not being able to stay away from the older man. Often times, they had just slept in the same bed, the only human interaction that Yoongi had had that entire day after being locked in the studio for who knows how long.

Now it felt wrong to sleep alone- even if it was just a nap before a performance or in the car as they drove home. He felt another kiss, this time on his lips.

Maybe that was also why Seokjin had been napping on top of him just a few minutes ago- he didn’t want to sleep without Yoongi either.

“What are you thinking about?” The older man asked, hand gently rubbing circles into the back of Yoongi’s neck affectionately.

“You.” He answered simply.

And Seokjin laughed before he settled down again, his hand coming up to grab the forgotten earbud that had previously lain against Yoongi’s chest. He moved it to his ear, and Yoongi once again was able to hear the music from the earbud he still had inside his own ear-

“I like this song.” Seokjin said simply, voice trailing off as he started to relax into sleep once again.

The cool melody of ‘Tomorrow’ washed over them both.

Yoongi smiled as he looked down at the top of Seokjin’s head, his hair tickling his chin. “Me too.”

evak drabble thing

this is kinda based off of @ravenclawisak ‘s tags on this post ! idk if this is it or if i’ll add to it but!! lmk if you guys like it and maybe i’ll make it a real deal thing & also thank you @nnooorraa for proofreading this and fixing my shitty grammar!!

MONDAY 04:37

Isak can’t sleep. It’s not like he was expecting to - most nights are the same; he “goes to bed” around 11 and lies awake on his phone scrolling through twitter, instagram, facebook, snapchat. Twitter, instagram, facebook, snapchat. Again and again and again, until he feels his eyes start to sting, which is when the real misery begins.

His phone now relegated to the floor, Isak tries to go to sleep. He tosses and turns, and stares at the ceiling, his bedside table, the ceiling again, caught in a circle of just… being And being, and being, constantly and it is… exhausting. But his brain won’t rather, can’t- shut off. So here he is at 4 in the fucking morning hunkered over scribbling frantically in his lab notebook. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he’d jerked his eyes open and sat bolt upright, remembering his lab on agarose gel electrophoresis (whatever the fuck that is) was due tomorrow (ok well, today technically). Uttering curses under his breath, Isak had grabbed his lab book from his backpack and begun to work on his report. Isak had gone from irritated from lack of sleep to downright angry when he finally finishes his conclusion, slamming his lab book closed and throwing it dramatically on the floor. He flops over onto his side, and cocoons himself in his duvet. Normally, he can clock in a couple hours each night if he focuses on his breathing enough, his thoughts consisting merely of in, out. In, out. It was starting to work, and he could finally feel the glue of drowsiness start to stick his eyelids shut, when…

“Oh, what the fuck,” Isak groans, twisting onto his side and pulling the duvet over his head.

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Strength and Guidance

Part One of One Dance (A Check Please Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head) Also on AO3

Read Polyfarms companion fic here

For @ransomwee Prompt: Celebration.

Justin is a junior in high school. He knows exactly three things about his soulmate. One, she’s around his age. Two, she’s definitely American. Three, she has a thing for musical theater. 

Ever since puberty. Everybody stares at me. Boys, girls. I can’t help it baby.

Justin, or Ranser as his hockey team knew him, sighs. He’s knee-deep in a practice SAT test. He knows his soulmate is American, so that’s where he’s planning to go for university. Even if they don’t end up at the same school, it’ll be exponentially easier to find her if they don’t have an international border between them. 

So be kind. And don’t lose your mind. Just remember. That I’m your baby.

Allow me to kiss your hand, be your man,” Ranser interrupts. “You know, I’ll understand…You see where I’m from, WC, I’m from Nigeria,” he murmurs. “Omo, you know say na criteria.” 

Justin doesn’t know what skipping ahead in a song does to the music inside his soulmate’s mind. But he’s not one for singing,really. He finds the songs that suit his message and sticks lyric-less songs otherwise. Many reactionary music genres nowadays were mainly instrumental to resist the idea of finding soulmates through consumerism. It’s not that he didn’t care about his soulmate. But it’s one less thing to worry about if he has separate music for communicating with her and for enjoying for himself. Afrobeat has been particularly effective in balancing out her more…exuberant tunes. 

He can’t fault her for her love of Lady Gaga, but priorities take precedent over fun time. As if she understands his protests, the music dies down. Justin takes a deep breath, resuming his test. He can only hope she doesn’t do this during the real exam time. Although most administrators were understanding, it was a three strikes policy for singing during an exam. 

If there’s one thing Justin’s learned about his soulmate, it’s that she sung everything she felt. 

_/.\_ 

“What if I got a double major in music and economics?” Adam, or Birker, asks his teammate, Hobbs, one movie night his last year in Juniors. 

Hobbs eyes him incredulously. “Why?” 

Adam shrugs, “my soulmate listens to a lot of cool music.”

“So? Fucking congrats,” he snarks. 

“No man, it’s like,” Adam gestures with two hands at the space in front of the coffee table. “Most of the stuff they like isn’t pop and doesn’t even have lyrics. Which fucking sucked when we were younger, right?”

“Sure,” he concedes. 

“I learned how to play the piano and some other instruments so I could figure out what songs they were — and now I have all this musical knowledge that I won’t be able to use ever again.”

“Because…” Hobbs prompts. 

“Because when I find them, what the fuck do I need to know this shit for anymore? If they like something, they can just show it to me.” 

Hobbs rolls his eyes, “be a music major. Become a fucking teacher why don’t you?”

“You think I could handle that?” Adam inquires seriously. 

“I think your other option is to get famous writing music, and fat chance of that ever happening,” Hobbs chirps.

“Thanks, you’re helpful,” Birker rolls his eyes dramatically. 

“I don’t get why you’re going to college anyway,” Hobbs jabs him in the ribs. 

“I’m not doing the draft, bro,” Adam reminds him curtly. 

“Oh c’mon,” Hobbs eggs him on, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I miss my chance to meet my soulmate in college, I spend four years in fucking Syracuse before I get called up. I retire at 32 if I’m lucky with no degree or skills.”

“Except music,” Hobbs chirps. 

“Except music,” Adam parrots. 

Brownie comes back with a bowl full of popcorn and a bag of Twizzlers. “What’d I miss?”

“Birker’s whinning about his soulmate again,”  Hobbs replies.

“What else is new,” Calvin shouts from the kitchen. 

“Can we start the fucking show already?” Adam shouts back.

“Yeah,” Calvin comes running in, hopping onto the first body he sees (Adam).

Adam frowns when Calvin won’t get off his lap. “I really hate you sometimes.”

“Taking your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. 
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot,” the four boys chorus. 

“Man, I hope for your sake she’s funny,” Brownie tells Birker. 

Adam laughs hollowly. He’s very convinced that his soulmate’s a dude. Which is fine, Adam’s as bi as the day is long. The way Calvin looks back at him pointedly, reinforces his suspicions that he’s not the only queer guy on the team.

Which is exactly why he’s going to Samwell. It was one of the queerest schools in the country. He had no assurance that his soulmate will find him there. But at the very least, he can have four years away from the quite chaos of hockey. The NHL was still ignoring the fact that a good third (or more) of their players weren’t straight. The press was constantly writing soulmates off as “platonic”, and Adam was not about to put up with that any time soon. He wanted to go to school, do something he loves, and fall in love. Why was that too much to ask for?

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elevators(anthony ramos x reader)

summary; anthony&y/n both hate elevators
warnings; ((cursing)), mentions of death
dedicated to; me myself and i
((i’m trying to change the reader’s pronouns to neutral))

“why can’t we just take the stairs?” you really hated elevators, the reason? it creeped you out. when you were a child, your mother took you into an apartment- to visit her friend. “oh, dear y/n. it’s not scary. just hurry up!” your mom encouraged you to enter the glass elevator. you slowly walked into it, hoping that it wouldn’t crushed you to death. “see, i told you it’s fine.” your mother hugged your small body, as she clicked the floor number. you were terrified, you really wished that your mother took the stairs instead. you sighed, “why is your friend’s apartment on the highest floor? this is getting creep-” and the the elevator stopped. you immediately screamed, and hoped that nothing’s wrong. your mother giggled, “love, there’s nothing wrong.” you shook your head. “no, mom! don’t you understand? we’re going to die.” the 8 year old said. being the dramatic child you were, your mother rolled her eyes. “it’s going to be fine.” when she finished her sentence, the lights went off.

“y/n. it’s fine! okay.” you held your mother’s hand as tight as you can, “mom, i’m really scared.” the two of them heard a voice, it was the receptionist. “hi, ma'am sorry for the inconvenience, the elevator will be back on in 15 minutes, thank you. and once again, we’re sorry for the inconvenience.” the lights turned back on- but the elevator was still stuck. your mother looked at you, she was observing her child. “honey, you’re really pale. calm down.” she kneeled down to you.

and that day, you decided you really hated elevators.

“yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow. bye.” you hung up the phone. you just graduated from college, and went to new york to pursue your dream as a writer. you loved writing, poetry, novels, biography- everything. your mother was happy that you moved to new york; she really wanted you to be happy. or she just want to get rid of you- because you’re a lazy fuck. but all and all, you and your mother were inseparable. you called her everyday, and asked about her day. your father passed away, when you were a child- she’s living in chicago by herself.

you entered a small coffee shop, because starbucks was overpriced- and the coffee sucked. the line was really short, so you decided to wait. you looked outside, and realized- “fuck! it’s raining.” thank god you brought an umbrella. “next!” the barista said, as you stood there awkwardly. “uhm, can i have a hot cafe latte- less sugar.” you ordered the usual. he nodded, “that’ll he $5!” you handed him a $10 dollar bill. “keep the change.” the red haired barista smiled and thanked you.

“hot cafe latte for, y/n.” you walked to the counter- and grabbed the cup. you really wanted to stay here until the rain passed- but you have a deadline. your publisher told you that; you needed to edit some parts for your new book. the black umbrella protected your entire body, as you walked out if the cafe. it wasn’t as bad as you think it was. “c'mon y/n, your deadline is calling.” you basically sprinted into your apartment building. the apartment you were staying in was 7 blocks away from the famous theater, richard rodgers.

you were familiar with the theater- hamilton was playing there. everyone in the entire new york city was obsessed with hamilton, except for you. sure, you had listened to a few of their songs- but you weren’t interested. the only person you knew on the production was lin manuel miranda. your mom talked a lot about him, when you visited her last month. your mom was obsessed with hamilton as well, she had seen the show 2 times- without asking you to come with her. you closed the umbrella, and walked inside.

“good evening, y/n!” someone greeted you. it was none other than roman. roman was your neighbor, scratch that- he was your bestfriend. you smiled at him, and waved. “hey ro, where you goin?” you asked him, as he pulled you into a hug. “oh, my boss called me. he said that i was needed for this week’s magazine.” roman was a graphic designer, and a part time writer. both of you instantly clicked, when you first met. “well, goodluck!” you patted his back- and went to get your laundry.

you knocked on the door, “uhm, room 270? i’m here to get my laundry.” the lady nodded, as she took out a basket full of clothes. your washing machine had broke down last week, and the maintenance worker decided to repair it next month. you still remembered how pissed you were. “thank you!” you threw away your coffee, and grabbed the basket. you closed the door, and walked to the stairs. but there was something different. the basket on your hand fell, as you read the notice.

“the stairs are under repair, until then- please take the elevator instead”

“n-no,” you sighed. your apartment room was on the 20th floor- you didn’t care how high it was, you were afraid of elevators. and you knew, that this day would come. the day you will have to use the elevator. biting your lip, you quickly picked up the basket and went in front of the elevator. you were anxious, and scared. but being the ‘tough’ person you were, you acted cool. you pretended to check your phone, even tho you had no notifications. you texted your mom.

to: mom stairs are under maintenance, using the elevator

then you heard a ‘ding!’, the door opened- and you walked in. before the door was closed, a person was yelling at her. “w-wait!” it seemed like he just saw the notice on the stair. y/n clicked the open button, and she saw a literal angel. a young man, about her age- freckles were scattered around his face, he had a semi long hair. he smiled at you, and you smiled back. he pushed the 20th button, “oh! your apartment’s on the 20th too?” you nodded, as the the door began to close.

“i’m gonna be late.” you whispered to yourself. you could still hear the rain, it was louder than before. “sorry, what?” the person asked. “o-oh, no. i was talking to myself.” she apologized. the freckled young man giggled, “alright then.” you didn’t know what his name was- but you were really curious. you ignored it, as you watched the monitor. “5th, 6th, 7th-” and it reached the 11th floor. but weirdly enough, it stopped. both of then flinched, “this can’t be happening again.” the man sighed. you were panicking, you really hated elevators.

after 5 minutes of not talking, you decided to talk first. “you know, i really hate elevators. i take the stairs everyday- i don’t care if i live on the 20th floor.” they were stuck together. “figure out we should talk, because i’m really scared.” you chuckled, and sat down. the guy nervously chuckled, “uh, that’s my problem too, i don’t like taking the elevator as well. i’m scared, i might fall. oh, i’m anthony ramos.” he sat down next to you, and offered a hand. “my name is y/n l/n. nice to meet you anthony, let’s just hope this thing turns back on within the next 5 minutes.” you took his hand, and shook it. “yeah.” he flashed his smile.

“so, hm. y/n- tell me about yourself? i’m kinda bored.” there was still no announcement from the services. y/n was calmed; because she wasn’t alone in this shitty elevator. “i’m a writer, i guess. i published my first book like 4 months ago, it was a fictional novel. oh, i live in room 270.” “wait, you live in 270? mine’s 272! how come i have never seen you before?” anthony furrowed his eyebrows. then he remembered something, “probably because i spend way too much on the theater.” you were listening to him, and when he said the word ‘theater’ you looked at him.

you raised an eyebrow, “theater?” you asked- you were really curious about this man. “yeah, richard rodgers? you knkw that big ol’ theater? i work there.” you weren’t shocked. look at his face, you thought. very beautiful. “hamilton? you are in hamilton?” she asked once more. anthony smiled, and nodded. “yeah! you like it?” “no.” his smile fell, as he fake pouted. “aww! how come?” it was his turn to asked you stuff. “i’m not interested into musicals, i prefer a simple play.” you smiled at him- hoping he would take no offense. anthony sighed, “c'mon man! you’re the only person i know that doesn’t like hamilto-” “hello? can you hear me?” anthony was cut off.

“yeah! we can hear you.” she replied to the buzzer. “okay, ms. l/n, and mr. ramos- we’re really sorry, but there’s a storm going on. and it seems like you’ll be stuck there for an hour until service comes here.” your recognized this voice, it was emily. emily worked for the apartment as a manager of the west building, which was yours and anthony’s. “emily! jesus, that’s too long. just get us out of here.” you heard emily laughed, “as soon as possible, again- we’re sorry.” and the line was cut off. she sighed, as she sat down again.

anthony closed his eyes, “since, we’re stuck here. and you don’t like hamilton, how bout, we watch the entire play?” questioned anthony. as much as you wanted to decline the offer, you couldn’t- anthony was too charming to be refused. “fine. but if i don’t like it, i’m just going to sleep.” anthony pulled out his phone, and opened his mail. there was a document attached, it was titled ‘official recording of hamilton’. “but before i play this recording, promise not to tell anyone about it? cause this is a bit illegal.” he rubbed his neck, and smiled nervously.

“will do.” you winked, and he blushed. you moved your body close into anthony’s, so you could see the video. “then, let’s start.” he clicked play. you watched as you saw a dark skinned man singing the first song. “so, that’s leslie. he’s really nice and he’s like my brother! he plays as aaron burr, which is hamilton’s ultimate enemy.” anthony explained. then you saw him, “and that’s me.” he said, excitingly. you listened to his soothing voice and enjoyed it. “i play as john laurens, hamilton’s bestfriend. but, honestly. i think they used to be lovers, i mean have you seen the letters?” you rolled your eyes. “shut up, nerd.”

both of you continued to watch hamilton, “so, this is phillipa? and that’s renée?” you asked anthony who was who. “no! that’s jazzy, and this is pippa- and that’s renée.” he repeated his sentence. you nodded, your head was on his shoulder- “i have to admit, their voices are amazing.” you complimented the cast. “i told you it was interesting.” he snickered. a few songs passed, and anthony came back on the stage. “ayy, that’s me.” he dabbed. you instantly wanted to die, “stop dabbing, it’s not cool anymore.” she groaned. anthiny had a lovely voice, which she had fell in love with.


“wow. daveed raps really fast.” you said, as you listened to yorktown. you learned that anthony’s friend, daveed- was a rapper. he had his own band, clipping. “you should listen to him free-styling. that guy’s a blessing.” he joked, and you snorted. anthony noticed that you were enjoying it, and he had taken an interest on you. you were nice, and weren’t afraid of giving criticism. earlier you said that there should be more peggy, because she was a schuyler sister as well. “peggy deserves better, honestly. she’s such a small sunshine, i love peggy.”

the two of them eventually grew closer, inside this elevator- they talked a lot about themselves, as they watched hamilton. they would flirt, even tho they had just met- they clicked. anthony was a charmer, and you were a flirter. “wow, act one was amaz-” “HELLO GUYS, IT’S EMILY. AND SERVICES ARE ON THEIR WAY! SO SORRY.” you flinched as emily turned off the speaker. you sighed in relief, “seems like we overcome our fear.” she teased him. “oh please, i wouldn’t mind getting stuck here with you.” “then, let’s get stuck in your room.” she winked.


“ah finally, fresh air.” the maintenances team had come, and rescued them. you stretched your body, and breathed in the fresh air. it wasn’t raining, but it was still cloudy. “so, y/n. it was nice getting stuck with you inside an elevator for more than an hour. would you mind getting coffee with me, in my room?” he offered you his hand. “i would like more than coffee please.” you giggled, as you watched his face turned red.

Home, Part Nine

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot.

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?   Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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drape me in your warmth

a/n: au after 4x02/ or Hope is having trouble adjusting to her new family members (just a lot of fluff because honestly this season of TO is so lit and I can’t wait for more klope so i wrote some).


It’s not enough that Uncle Kol steals her cereal in the morning, or that Auntie Rebekah braids her hair and dresses her in the most ridiculous outfits everyday. But now, Hope Mikaelson can’t even sleep in her own bed.

She finds her father rolled up in a ball, passed out under her pink unicorn sheets and snoring. 

“Mommy,” she squeaks, as Hayley notices the drama and smiles in the process. “Why is he here? He has his own bed!” Hope goes on to complain.

“He just missed you,” Hayley says, with this big goofy smile plastered on her face. “I’m sure he’ll start sleeping in his own bed soon enough,” she reassures her daughter.

Hope looks annoyed. She watches the strange man in her bed who she’s supposed to call ‘father’. And she finds herself scowling as she hears bickering in the next room, the hair dryer going off in the bathroom, and the stereo blasting loud music in another.

“I don’t really like having all these people here,” Hope mumbles. “It’s so…different,” she tells her mom.

Hayley sighs at her little girl’s fussiness. “I told you honey,” she exhales, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It wasn’t going to be just the two of us forever,” she reminds her.

“You didn’t mention that everyone was an even bigger kid than me,” Hope exclaims. “You know Auntie Freya ate all the chocolate? Again!” her voice squeaks higher as she gets more and more emotional. No one messes with Hope and her chocolate.

“Yes, and your Uncle Elijah went out to get more of it,” her mother attempts to calm her down with that. “Don’t worry so much, they’re our family, they love us,” she says.

Hope looks confused for a moment. It’s not that she’s a fussy child per say, she’s always been nothing but manageable. But so much change all at once would disrupt anyone’s well-being. And all her life, it’s just been her and her mom, on the run. So settling down, with a real family, so full of life and laughter…was strange.

“They don’t even know me yet,” Hope sighs. “And I want my bed back,” she demands.

Hayley laughs at the silliness of it all.

“Well,” she whispers, “Why don’t you go wake him up?” she smirks, pointing to Klaus.

“Fine,” Hope huffs.

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Shut Up And Dance With Me

Summary: Carpooling with the Avengers (you and Bucky are a couple though)

Words: 517

Warnings: None

Just a happy one for now! Had fun writing this to my favourite songs, lol. Short but sweet :) Emma Xx

Originally posted by klausizking

“Hey, old man, plug in the aux cable. Need some music in here!” chirped Tony, making Steve sigh as he linked up his phone to the car. Diving across Bucky and Sam’s laps, tapping on Tony to pass over the phone, you scrolled through all the songs, admiring what actually modern music was on Steve’s phone. “Dang, Steve! You have some tunes on here!” you laughed, scrolling through until a track captured your eye.

“Are you all ready, ladies and gentleman?” you asked, hovering over the play button.

“Go for it!” chuckled Bucky, barely seeing anything except your butt from where you was leant in the car. Tapping on the play button, the first few words of the song blasted through the speakers, Bucky sighing at how much you loved this song.

I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy

Instantly, Bucky, Sam, Steve and Tony all sank into the rapping, you listening in admiration at how well they knew the lyrics. Waiting for Rihanna to sing along, you bounced up and down in your seat, smiling in pure glee to Bucky.

Eventually, after all the guys had finished rapping, you burst in again with your singing, louder than the three of them together.

Now, I ain’t much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
to seize the moment and don’t squander it
‘Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow

Rolling down the window, you joined in with the guys rapping, blowing them out of the water in volume and surprising Bucky as to how well you recite the lyrics. He knew you loved the song, but this was just crazy. “What?” you asked, as he sat there admiring you.

“Just watching you like that, having a good time and all that,” he replied, softly, pulling his cute, snarky smile. “Dang, keep talking like that and I’ll have to send you back to the army to toughen up!” you laughed, pecking him on the lips before turning to look out the window. The song faded out as you waited for the next song to play.

“Actually, can I choose?” chirped Bucky, looking over to you who was amazed. Bucky had the weirdest music taste and you had no clue what he would choose.

Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
She said shut up and dance with me

“Oh my god!” you laughed, realizing exactly what Bucky’s idea was. “Don’t you like it?” he laughed, smirking over to you as he turned to Sam to wind him up. Waving Sam’s arms around, he choreographed him into a routine and before you knew it, you were joining in. Soon enough, Tony was roped into it and Steve was trying his hardest with one hand on the wheel. It really was one crazy party in one car.

Just the way you liked it.

...to see the ocean in your eyes

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: some swearing

Words: 933

Summary: You had a pretty bad day. As you sit in your favorite café you notice Sebastian. He wants to be alone, so you head home, but not before you do something nice to brighten up his day.

A/N: Hey guys, so this is my first fiction I´ve ever wrote. I´m sorry if there are any mistakes in it - English is not my mother tongue. If you like it, I´ll maybe continue the story. In this part Sebastian is just a side character.. . Hope you guys like it! Love you xo

To say it was the most uneventful week of your life would have been the understatement of the year. None of your friends were available and none of your clients of your photo atelier had a job for you. And though you had loads of pictures of a wedding to edit it was the most boring week you´ve ever had.

“I´ll call it a day, Hannah!” you shouted towards your co-worker, who prepared herself another coffee in the kitchen. “Yeah, see you tonight! Don´t forget to wear something hot”. You rolled your eyes. Hannah wanted to hook you up with her friend Tom for about 2 months. Actually you weren´t really interested, but you knew she´d never shut up, so you agreed to a double date tonight. You grabbed your belongings and exited the building. At this time of the year it was still pretty cold in NYC and – lucky you – it just started to rain as you walked outside the main exit. At least it´s just a light drizzle, you thought while you headed to your favorite café. The small, cozy place belonged to the family of your best friend Dave and over the years it became your second home. Finally arrived you opened the door, muttered a “Hey” towards Dave and made your way to your favorite spot. The broad window-sill with the plaids and cushions. It never looked more welcoming. You stuffed your belongings under the table and made yourself comfortable on the window-sill, on which at least 2 people could lay. Dave offered you a large coffee you happily accepted. “Bad day?” he asked. You shrugged and mumbled something into the cup before you took a sip of the hot beverage. Dave chuckled in response and nodded. He knew that, although you were the personification of sunshine, rainy days affected your mood in a significantly bad way, but he also knew that you loved taking those days as a little break from everything. So he decided to walk back to the counter and let you be. You pulled your favorite book and your earphone outside your bag and began to read. Usually you observed the people outside on the street but you needed a little time to yourself, so you opened the book, turned to page 394 and began to read the last chapter. During the passing hour you completely drifted away and got to finish the book and two large cups of coffee.

As you looked up, to put back your book, you noticed the guy, who now sat on the other side of the window-sill. Something on him looked familiar to you. He wore a bright blue beanie and a jeans jacket with a striped jersey underneath. While he took a sip of his drink you noticed the stunning jawline this man was blessed with. As his phone rang, he took down his sunglasses and you got to catch another glance on him. You knew this bright blue eyes…

Oh my god! Your heart skipped a beat. OH. MY. GOD. Sebastian Stan. Sebastian FUCKING Stan! You quickly turned off your music, because it distracted you even more. Calm down (Y/N), calm down. Don´t hyperventilate. Everything´s ok. You heard him sigh and saw that he ran his large hand over his face. “No, Chris, listen, everything´s fine. I just needed a little break. Y´know, some alone-time. I´ll call you tomorrow, ok?” He looked pretty stressed and tired, but still like the cutest cinnamon roll you´ve ever seen. “Yeah, ok. Thanks man, really appreciate it. See you.” He sighed and let himself fall against the wall behind him. It teared you apart to see him like this. And though you wanted to help him you thought it would be too weird if you just started to talk to him and as he said: he wanted some alone-time. Of course it was a hell of a chance to have Sebastian fucking Stan right beside you, however you couldn´t do it. You couldn´t force yourself to talk to him. Sebastian wanted to be alone, he wanted to calm down after a pretty rough day and you couldn´t bear the thought of you interrupting him in his intention. He´s such a good and sweet guy, I can`t do it. He deserves some privacy…I mean, I could, but…No, no, no. You knew if you stayed any longer you couldn´t bear the sight of him and eventually talked to him, so you grabbed your bag and you went over to Daves Mom to pay your coffee. “Hey Mrs. Miller.” you greeted her. “Oh, hello sweetie, Dave already went home. How can I help you?” You glanced over your shoulder to see Sebastian, who still leaned on the wall with his eyes closed tightly. Suddenly an idea popped up in your head. “Ummm…Mrs. Miller, could you do me a favor, please?”

(…)

As you walked out of the café, along the window, you saw Mrs. Miller in the corner of your eye, as she brought Sebastian a delicious looking piece of chocolate cake… and she was pointing at you…

You couldn´t help but grin to yourself at the thought that you just made Sebastian Fucking Stans day better! At least you hoped so. Ok… maybe this was a sign, maybe not…however, now is the time to pull yourself together (Y/N)! You´ll never meet him again so it doesn´t matter. Date night´s tonight. Time to get ready. You turned on the music on your Spotify, but still felt like the coolest fucking person on this planet.

Unbeknownst to you, Seb ran outside the café trying to catch you.

Finally: Part 7

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff

A/N: Last part! Thank you to everyone that loved this series! I’ve got so many fic requests to write and post, but after that I’m going to be starting a new series that I’m excited for!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

You loved your apartment building. It was rent controlled, had amenities that never broke and it was close to work and all your favourite places in the city. But it was also close to Bucky. Too close for your liking now that the two of you weren’t friends anymore. Everywhere you looked, there was memories of Bucky. It still surprised you when you didn’t find his head buried in the fridge when you got home. Another downside of your apartment was the paper thin walls. So thin that you can hear music blearing from Bucky’s apartment across the hall.

It was 9pm, and you can hardly concentrate on your tv, even with the volume maxed out. You run your hands through your hair as you let out an exacerbated sigh. You can’t do it anymore. You need to move on, and living next to the man you love wasn’t going to help that. Grabbing your laptop from the coffee table, you don’t even think as your fingers run across the keyboard. It only takes 5 minutes to type out your ad and get it posted. You weren’t ready to let go of your amazing apartment, but you couldn’t live here any longer.

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