sorry if i stole this from someone

Craigslist room for rent goes sour.

I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.

Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.

She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.

Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…

Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.

Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.

Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.

Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.

A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.

Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.

Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.

Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…

Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ Have you been playing with matches again? ❜
❛ Do have anymore of that one stuff? ❜
❛ So, where do we go from here? ❜
❛ What the hell is that thing? ❜
❛ You know, you aren’t supposed to be doing that. ❜
❛ I almost forgot you only come around when you need me. ❜
❛ Oh, yeah, you played me good, didn’t you? ❜
❛ I’m not joking with you this time. ❜
❛ Do you ever think about having kids? ❜
❛ I didn’t mean to punch you that hard. ❜
❛ Nice shiner there, buddy. ❜
❛ Great way to start the day. ❜
❛ I just want peace and quiet. ❜
❛ Please, just go away already, ugh. ❜
❛ I’m not giving you any money! ❜
❛ You don’t own me. ❜
❛ Tell me what to do or what to say. ❜
❛ I love my freedom. ❜
❛ Shut up before I break your arm. ❜
❛ Now, that looks like a grand adventure. ❜
❛ I’m taking you home, come on. ❜
❛ Jesus, are you really that drunk? ❜
❛ What did you take? How many you’d take? ❜
❛ That’s not an orange. It’s a lemon. ❜
❛ The wait is almost over. ❜
❛ So, when are we going to finally meet? ❜
❛ I would like to see you in person. ❜
❛ Are you online dating again? ❜
❛ I’m not sad, I’m just tired. ❜
❛ I want to take a nap so bad. ❜
❛ I thought we could just nap together. ❜
❛ Life can be messy. ❜
❛ I wish life could be mess free. ❜
❛ Are you high or just stupid? ❜
❛ You can be anything you set your mind to. ❜
❛ We are not going to be like them. ❜
❛ I just wanted to fit in, I don’t know. ❜
❛ Are you going to that party tonight? ❜
❛ I thought we’d be together forever. ❜
❛ I really liked you. My fault. ❜
❛ We don’t like surprises. ❜
❛ Please save the lecture for someone who gives a shit. ❜
❛ What the hell did you do? ❜
❛ Well, you poor thing. ❜
❛ I’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜
❛ We can always kill them, yeah? ❜
❛ What’s all this glitter for anyway? ❜
❛ Damn, you look like shit. Smell like it too. ❜
❛ It’s not too dark and not too light. ❜
❛ I wanted to know what you liked so I stalked you. ❜
❛ I didn’t stalk anyone for the last time already. ❜
❛ I’m not sorry and I have no regrets. ❜
❛ You are so fucked, you know that? ❜
❛ Hey, you stole that from me! Give it back! ❜
❛ Screw you. ❜
❛ Just fuck off already. ❜
❛ You look like a Simpson. ❜
❛ I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. ❜
❛ I’m not mean, I’m just honest. ❜
❛ I will stab you with my fingernail, try me. ❜
❛ Your wish is my command. ❜
❛ I would love to see you suffer. ❜
❛ I’m not in, no way. This is bad. ❜
❛ I don’t want to break any rules. ❜
❛ Fine then. Don’t call and don’t text me anymore. ❜
❛ I’m not mad at you, don’t worry. ❜
❛ Do not ever question my parenthood again. ❜
❛ I don’t have time for this. ❜
❛ Death is all around us. ❜
❛ You’re just like the girl from gone girl. ❜
❛ You left, not me. ❜
❛ I’m not the one that’s always leaving. ❜
❛ I can’t believe this is truly happening. ❜
❛ I was wondering, if you wanted to look at the stars with me? ❜
❛ I always wanted to go on a date. ❜
❛ I knew you were trouble when you walked in. ❜
❛ I had a feeling. ❜
❛ Wait, do you feel that? That vibe right now? ❜
❛ Where could the gem be? ❜
❛ Do I look like someone you should mess with? ❜
❛ It stinks it this place. Can’t believe you call it home. ❜
❛ Wow, this is your house? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you didn’t think to ask me first. ❜
❛ You have a lot to learn. ❜
❛ What do you take me for? ❜
❛ What do I have to do to get it from you? ❜
❛ Will you ever stop asking me that? ❜
❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜

anonymous asked:

Hey hey~ I love your blog so much! Can I request Yoosung, Saeyoung, and Saeran reacting to another member locking them in a closet with MC because they just want them to get together already? You can make it as romantic as you want(ie: maybe some heated smooching;););)) Seriously, you guys are so sweet and funny. Your blog makes my day😭❤👏

Haha, no one’s ever called us funny before. Thank you! Hope you enjoy these~



Yoosung:

  • Saeran had been watching Yoosung mope around at the RFA party
  • The blond had been saying he was going to confess to you for awhile
  • But he had literally talked to you three times and said nothing
  • Saeran was sick of it
  • “Hey Chipmunk, are you going to grow a backbone or what?”
  • “No, no! I’ll do it tonight. I know I will!”
  • Saeran knew better, but he decided to help the boy a bit
  • So he told Yoosung to go get his coat from the coat closet…and he told you the same a few moments later
  • He sneaked behind the both of you when  you arrived and pushed you inside and locked the door
  • You start trying to find a way out, but Yoosung is getting flustered because he knows what Saeran did
  • You give up and lean your back against the wall
  • Yoosung is suddenly very aware of how close you are and he can already feel his face growing hot
  • You ask him if he’s okay, and he says he’s fine, but he’s super jittery
  • It’s very hard to keep your distance in a small space, so he ends up backing away from you and slamming his head into the hanging rack
  • He winces in pain and you instinctively bring your hand to the offending area
  • “Oh, no! Are you okay?”
  • He doesn’t respond, too distracted that you are only inches from your face
  • Gathering all the courage he can, he leans forward and pecks your lips
  • It’s like a shock of electricity jolts through you
  • He’s a blushing  mess even though it was only a few seconds of contact….but you could fix that
  • Cupping his face, you bring him down for another kiss, this one longer and more passionate
  • Just before things could get really heated, Saeran opened the door to check on you guys
  • He just throws his hands in the air, “Finally!”
  • You and Yoosung exchange sheepish glances before returning to the party hand in hand

Saeyoung:

  • The RFA was celebrating another milestone for Jaehee’s cafe, so they gathered there after closing to spend some quality time with her
  • Zen catches you and Saeyoung in a quiet moment
  • You had separated from the group to catch your breath, and Saeyoung had joined you
  • Zen watched as you two just talked quietly, and he saw Saeyoung look at you with that quiet admiration
  • He could tell you two liked each other, but neither one of you had bothered making a move so far….but maybe he could give you a little push
  • He asks if you two could find a supposedly secret surprise for Jaehee out of one of the small storage closet
  • You two go inside to search for it, and Zen quietly closes the door behind you and locks it
  • By the time you both realize it was a lie, you find the door locked and you two trapped in the cramped space
  • Saeyoung thinks it would be funny to tease you, so he tries to get really close to your face
  • You back up against the wall, and he casually leans his hand on the wall behind you thinking he has you super flustered
  • “We’re in a tiny space…alone…in dim lighting. What should we do?”
  • You decide to play along a bit and look up so your noses bump together
  • Your hand had gone to his chest to push him back, but then you noticed something
  • “Saeyoung, why’s your heart beating so fast?”
  • Suddenly he’s the flustered one, and his eyes can’t stop flitting down your lips
  • You’re also very aware of his warm breath fanning across your lips as he drew even closer
  • His breath hitches when your lips graze against each other, then before you know it, he captures your mouth with his and takes control
  • You were dazed when Saeyoung abruptly pulls away some time later
  • His hair is a mess and there’s still a little bit of your lipstick smudged on the edge of his mouth
  • But he just shoots you a smile, “Are you hungry? We should get some food.”
  • He crouches down and picks the lock so the door swings open
  • “Why didn’t you think about that before!”
  • “Sorry, it’s hard to think when I’m in a small space with you,” he mutters before rushing away, his face red
  • You blink a few times before going after him, “Are we not going to talk about what just happened? Saeyoung!”
  • Poor guy just needed some time to process things

Saeran:

  • Saeyoung was in physical pain watching Saeran pine after you
  • He could see he was head over heels for you, but he would never confess because of the guilt he harbored from his past
  • More than that, Saeran had been distancing himself from you
  • But Saeyoung had faith in his own efforts…and also the strong power of small spaces
  • He just grabs you and Saeran by your arms, drags you to the closet, and pushes you in
  • Neither of you say anything while this is happening because you’ve gotten accustomed to his shenanigans
  • Saeran waves his hand dismissively before trying to pick the lock…only to realize someone stole his tool from his pocket
  • When he turned to try to find another thing he could use, he found the closet completely empty except for the two of you
  • Saeyoung had planned well
  • Saeran started banging on the door, demanding to be let out
  • But you stop him, “Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you anyway.”
  • He’s already nervous being so close to you, but he calms down and agrees to listen
  • “I know you’ve been avoiding me,” you say. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable somehow, and if you need space it’s fine. Or…is it because there’s something wrong with me? Either way, I’ll back off if you want, I just want to–”
  • At this point, he grabs your face and kisses you full on the mouth
  • It takes you a moment to register when he pulls away
  • His words are jumbled and mixed as he stammers out a confession, and it doesn’t help that you’re kissing him at nearly every sentence
  • But somehow you understand and you can’t even express your happiness
  • After awhile, the fire dies down
  • He tangles his fingers with yours and your foreheads are pressed together
  • You exchange a few soft, delicate kisses before Saeyoung comes back to get you
  • The older twin is happy to see you two together, but makes a run for it before Saeran kills him
  • Saeran doesn’t go after him though
  • He turns to you and squeezes your hand gently, “Come on. I’ll take you home.”  

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6

Victuuri aesthetics— So those are my phone wallpapers from YoI. Sorry for annoying watermark, I know how it raging, but I had to add this, bc I don’t wanna that someone stole my credits which aren’t mine anyway (i didn’t do pictures nor the original logos, just change it in gimp). I make request, so you can write to me if you want

Nude Part Two

It had been a week, a long week. Y/N was fired, the company did not want to be linked with the press that came with Y/N. She had been harassed, not just on social media, but the photographers were letting their hands wonder on her body, her dad could hardly look at her, her family wouldn’t talk to her. 

She wouldn’t get out of bed, she wouldn’t eat. She would just lay there, wrapped in the white sheets, dark circles under her eyes, her usual bright eyes were dull, no emotions, no feelings, she would just stare at the ceiling, or stare at Harry. 

He would bring food up to her, he would bring her water, snack, anything he could, but she refused them all. Occasionally she would drink and have a couple of chips, but it was rare, it hardly happened. He could hear her cries, he could feel her pain. 

“Thank you so much for understanding James,” Harry says into the phone, leaning against the door way, watching her. 

She was asleep, as usual, her eyes closed, lips parted as soft snores left her mouth, “I understand, we can find another week,” James says into the phone, “how is everything?”

“‘s not good,” Harry responds, “I offered to go to my mum’s, she could stay there for the week, and she said no, I just-I can’t leave her alone right now. It’s my fault.”

“You’re young, you’re doing what young people do,” James says, “sadly you just have the whole world watching you, watching her.”

“‘s not fair to her,” Harry frowned. 

“You’re right, and it’s not fair to you, but it happened, it’s done. Now you just have to work through it, together,” James says. 

She stirs in bed and Harry stands, “I’ll call you later, I’m so sorry.”

He hangs up, taking his spot next to her on the bed, and praying that she’ll wake up, that she’ll smile at him.


“Morning,” she croaks, sitting in bed, knees to her chest, Harry looks up from the door way, wrapping his towel around his waist. 

“Glad to see you awake,” he smiled softly, grabbing a shirt. 

She looks at the sheets in front of her, “it’s Gem’s birthday,” she whispered, “promised her I would go.”

“You don’t have to,” Harry says, “we don’t have to, she’ll understand.”

“I have to get out of this house at some point,” she says.

“My mum has been dying to see you,” Harry smiled. 

She just stands, walking to the closet, “if it gets too much we can leave,” Harry promises. 


Anne’s house is filled with family, Gemma’s work friends, and neighbors. Harry steps in first, he immediately feels her grip tighten on his hand, her other hand coming up to his arm as she holds on to him, hiding behind his tall and lanky frame. 

“Harry!” Anne smiled, walking over, “oh Y/N! I’ve missed you,” she wraps her arm around her, rubbing her back, she steps back, “how are you doing?”

“‘m fine,” she mumbles, Harry grabs her hand again, bringing it up to his lips. 

“She’s a though one,” Harry says. 

“Y/N! You came!” Gemma yells, walking over, “oh I’m so happy you came.”

“Happy birthday,” she responds. 

She keeps close to Harry all night, trying to not pay any mind to the others. They stand whispering and pointing, she even caught one person glancing between their phone and her, making sure it was the right person. 

She felt naked, she knew she was dressed. She could feel the long sleeved dress hugging her body, she could feel the fabric, but it didn’t matter. Every one saw the freckle on her stomach, the one on her right breast, they all knew about the stretch marks on her lower stomach, they had all seen her. They had all seen every inch of her. 

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” Harry says to her, “will you be okay?”

He tilts her chin up, concerned eyes on her, “yeah,” she nods, he presses a soft kiss on her lips and slips away. 

“Y/N right?” a man says, he stands in Harry’s old spot, “‘m Fred, I work with Gemma.”

“Nice to meet you,” she whispered. 

Fred steps closer, close enough she can smell the alcohol on his breath, “I’m Harry’s girlfriend.”

“I think you’re lovely,” he ignored her last remarks, placing a hand on her waist. 

“Please get off,” she says, her heart racing. 

His hand lowers to her butt, giving it a hard squeeze, she screeched. Shoving him off, or attempting but he doesn’t break, “get away from her,” Anne snaps, walking into the kitchen, “and get the hell out of my house.”

Fred steps back, holding his hands up, “Y/N, come here honey,” Anne says sharply. 

Y/N walks over, standing behind her, “get out of my house, now,” Anne repeats, voice low. 

“We were just talking Anne, come on we are all here for Gemma,” Fred chuckled, setting his cup down. 

“I don’t want you anywhere near my family, that includes Y/N,” Anne hissed. 

“Hey, she wanted it, those pictures were nice, I was just trying to compliment her,” Fred says. 

“Get the hell out! I will not ask you again,” Anne yelled. 

“Gemma don’t you want me here?” Fred asked, turning to the tall light haired girl who stumbled in, “right Gem.”

“He touched Y/N and if I have to ask again I will call the cops,” Anne sneered. 

“Get out!” Gemma snaps, “this is your last warning or I will get Harry.”

“She’s just a little slut anyways,” Fred spat, shoving past her, hitting Y/N’s shoulder. 

She stumbled but Anne grips on to her, helping her. Her once full of life eyes stay on where Fred had just walked out, Anne holds her, rubbing her arm, “don’t listen to him honey, please don’t listen to him,” Anne whispered in her ear. 

“What an asshole,” Gemma hissed, embracing Y/N. 

Gemma runs her hands through Y/N’s hair, “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that, you don’t deserve any of this,” she whispered. 

“I-I shouldn’t have taken them,” Y/N sobs. 

Gemma’s eyes snap up as someone walks in. Harry stands, his eyes softening at the sight, Gemma keeps Y/N in her arms, rubbing her back, “we love you Y/N and those pictures didn’t change anything,” Anne says softly, “you have us, you have Harry, you’re family, those pictures do not define you. Who ever stole them is a horrible person.”

“I’m so sorry,” Harry says. 

Y/N pulls away from Gemma, shaking her head, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears away, “it’s not your fault Harry, please stop blaming yourself,” Y/N pleads, “please.”

“It’s no ones fault,” Anne says. 

“I’m sorry about Fred,” Gemma says. 

“What happened?” Harry asked quickly. 

As Anne explains the story Y/N takes the time to slip away to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She fixes the smudged mascara, wiping it away with toilet paper. She takes in a deep breath, trying to relax. 

The door opens and Harry peaks in, a small smile on his face, “you’re moms kind of a badass, I’ve never seen her that angry,” she says, sniffling. 

“That’s cause no one messes with her family,” Harry chuckled, closing the door behind him, “how you holding up.”

“I’ll be okay,” she promises, wrapping her arms around him, “I have a lovely boyfriend and his family for support.”

“We are pretty cool,” Harry says, a proud smile on his face.

“I don’t blame you,” she says, “I promise.”

“We’ll get through this together, and you know what, Jack was a dumbass in firing you, you were the best worker,” Harry stated, “we can get you a new and much better job.”

“And anyone who thinks these pictures are an excuse to grab you are sick perverts and will have to go through me, we are a team Y/N. You get hurt, I get hurt, we will work through this together okay?” Harry’s hands come to her cheeks, cupping them. 

“Yeah,” she nods, “together.”

“Forever,” he mumbles, kissing her. 

“Forever and always.”

7

I think I watch too much Gintama… this thing is a scene from the episode 8.

After “Alone at Sea” I guess…in which Jasper becomes a stalker, of course Peri worries about it but Lapis can handle it also i’m still trying to figure out how to bg, sorry.

Sorry if someone gets offended with this, I did it with comedy purposes!

Livin’ On a Prayer (Auston Matthews)

Word count: 1495

Warnings: Kind of a sex scene

Author’s note: This wasn’t requested, but I had the idea for it when Bon Jovi came on Throwback Thursday while I was driving to work last week. My first attempt at something even remotely coming close to smut. Let me know what you think!

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner


You absolutely adored the Matthews family. Between the constant dry heat of Scottsdale, a vastly different climate than Toronto, Auston’s sisters always finding the time to tease him and tell you embarrassing stories about him and Ema trying to include you, the hopeless cook who once managed to actually burn water, in the Matthews family tradition of cooking large meals together, Auston’s family quickly became another family to you, in addition to your actual family and the Leafs family. Even though you loved all of the Matthews, you missed your hometown. After a really nice month in Arizona at the conclusion of the season, you were more than ready to show Auston where you had grown up.

Turns out, your family loves Auston just as much as Auston’s family loves you, if not more so. They found your quiet giant of a boyfriend incredibly endearing. Even your dad, the man that was the reason that none of your friends wanted to go to your house in high school, wasn’t his intimidating self around Auston. Even though your family was more than welcoming they, much like Auston’s family, are very overbearing to two people who really just enjoy the company of each other.

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A Suicide Meeting

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning : Suicidal tendencies

Bucky Barnes sat leaning against the railing of the bridge. The water underneath was violent tonight. His fingers woven through his long chestnut hair, eyes tightly shut - Bucky was in pain.

He wanted to end it all.
He wanted to end it tonight.
But he couldnt find it in him to do so.

He was mentally debating his chances, when he heard it.

It was soft at first, and then it grew louder, more clearer. Bucky opened his eyes slowly, his fingers leaving his hair as he glanced up.

It was dark, but he could make out a figure by the opposite railing. When his eyes finally adjust to the darkness, he saw her.

She was sobbing uncontrollably, her voice cracking with grief.

Bucky sat open mouthed, watching her, almost feeling her pain, on top of his own.

“No…no…NO!” She screamed, before hurling her cellphone into the water.

And the next thing her knew, she was climbing the railing, and he knew this was his cue. He groaned, before jumping up from his position and running towards her.

Just as her hands left the railing, Bucky grabbed her by her waist, almost missing her by inches. She screamed and fought him, as he struggled to pull her back to the bridge.

“Let go !!” She screaming, her hands attacking him.

“Stop it !” Bucky shot back, pulling in one swift movement, and throwing her onto the brigde.

Breathing heavily, he watched her lying on the wooden floor, crying. He crouched beside her, not knowing what to do.

When she finally started breathing normally again, she looked up at Bucky.

“Why did you save me ?” She asked in a whisper.

“I dont know” Bucky said, shaking his head, and looking away. “I just couldnt -”

Bucky stood up again, and helped her to her feet.

“Are you sure you wont try that again?” Bucky asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

“You can never be too sure of that” She said drily.

“Lets get out of here before you get anymore ideas” Bucky said, turning to walk back.

It was so dark, they werent actually able to see eachother clearly, so when Bucky started walking, he felt her walking very close to him, her hand almost touching his.

They walked silently for a while before they reached a more lighted area.

Bucky glanced at the girl, and saw that she was quite smaller than him. She wasnt one of most beautiful girls he had seen, but there was something about her that made his insides tickle.

“Y/N Y/L/N” The girl said slowly. “Thank you, for what you did”

Bucky snapped out of his thought, and nodded.
“Im -” he began.

“James Barnes” Y/N said, her eyes not leaving the road. “I know”

“Well, its not everyday that people recognize me that way - they prefer to call me the -”

“You dont have to say it”

Their eyes met.

“Thank you” Bucky murmured.

He saw a hint of a smile on her face.

“Are you hungry ? We can stop for a snack” Bucky asked, stopping in front of a small cafe.

“Im starving ” Y/N said, nodding.

They entered the cafe, and gave their orders.

“What was the reason ?” Bucky asked.

Y/N blushed, and covered her face with her hands.

“I was stupid” she said, shaking her head. “So so stupid”

“That goes without saying” Bucky agreed, earning a glare from her.

“I ran away from home, with this idiot - whom Im supposed to be marrying tomorrow - ” Y/N began.

“Oh - what happened ?” Bucky asked.

“Well, he took off with someone else, breaking up with me over a text - and not to mention taking all my money”
Y/N said shrugging.

Bucky laughed.

“Im sorry, but seriously -”

“I already admitted I was stupid” Y/N said, her shoulders drooping. “I cant go back home, James”

“Why not ?” Bucky asked.

“Because I ran away !! And stole money from my step-mom !” Y/N said, her eyes wide. “I cannot go back and be Cinderella again”

Bucky nodded.

A middle aged waitress served them their food, and then the table was quiet, except for the occasional clinging and clanging of  forks.

“Seriously, this is the best Ive felt in days” Y/N said, smiling. “Thank you -again”

Bucky smiled.

“Dont worry about it” He said.

They were walking again, slowly.

“So, where are you going now ?” Bucky asked.

Y/N shrugged.

“I dont know” She said. “I have a friend here in the city. Maybe stay with her for a few days, till I figure out what to do”

Bucky remained quiet for a while. Then mustering up some courage, he said, “You can come with me, if you want. I have an apartment, I live alone”

Y/N stared at Bucky with her mouth open.

“I mean, I can understand if you dont want to - but if you do want to - you can stay for as much as you like - ” He was nervous, and he didnt know if he did it right - beacause he had never done it before.

Y/N was about to cry again.

“Im sorry - I -” Bucky took a step back, staring at the girl in front of him.

“Thank you, James ! Thank you so much ! You did so much for me, and you hardly even know me !” Y/N cried.

“Well, ” Bucky shrugged, blushing. “It comes with some risks…”

“What risks ?”

“I could go ‘Winter Soldier’ anytime” Bucky said, “I could end up killing you in your sleep”

“Oh please” Y/N dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Dont have much to lose anyway”

Bucky laughed.

“Dont be so bitter” he said, “You havent seen anything. Trust me when I say that”

“I trust you” Y/N said with a smile.

“Lets go then ” Bucky said, returning her smile.

“Hey, why were you on that bridge anyway?” Y/N asked, suddenly stopping.

Bucky gave her an embarrassed smile.

“For the same reason you were there” He said.

“How ironic”

A daisy instead of a glass shoe

Two weeks from his coronation and three from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the concrete walkway in shattered fragments.

“You’re a little far from the palace” A slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw black leather.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize for not bowing” The boy snorted.

“Please, just leave me alone” Simon huffed tiredly.

“I’m sure you’re use to always getting what you want but your grace, this is my bench”

“This is New York’s bench” Simon sat up straight and turned his head to look at the boy. Simply beautiful, is how Simon would describe him, his skin was pale under the fluorescent street lights, his hair was neatly slicked back and he had a scar on his cheek, his lips full and pale pink, eyebrows perfectly sculpted. Simply beautiful.

“On the contrary” The boy cocked an eyebrow and pointed to a plaque with the names ‘Raphael S. Magnus B. and Ragnor F. carved into it “It’s ours”

“Sorry” Simon mumbled, too tired to argue got up and brushed off his suit.
Just then the ringing of sirens started and Simon could see the red and blue lights flashing and coming towards them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Simon cursed and yanked on his hair as he frantically turned around in circles to find a place to hide.

“Whoa whoa your highness, are you in trouble with the pigs? Did you kill someone? Stole something?”

“They’re not pigs” Simon sighed “royal guards, I ran away from home, I’ll give you anything you want, just please don’t let them see me”
“Anything?” The boy asked with a smirked and Simon was starting to regret his word choices.

“Yes anything”

“Alright, take that off” The boy gestured to Simon’s suit jacket as he took off his own leather one. “Put this on” he said and tossed Simon his jacket “and sit here” he patted his lap as he resumed his seat on the bench.

“I’m sorry, what?” Simon looked mortified.

“Princey boy, do you want to go back to the palace?”

“No, no of course not” Simon sat on the boys lap in a rush he almost fell off but a hand on his waist steadied him.

“Kiss me” The boy said and Simon stared at him wide eyed as the sound of frantic footsteps sounded on the gravel.
Simon looked away for a spilt second before turning back and the boy’s soft lips met his. The boys other hand was placed on Simon’s cheek, blocking him from the passing guards.

Simon didn’t intend to kiss this boy for longer than had to, but he found himself chasing after the boy’s lips when they parted.

“They’re gone” The boy breathed against Simon’s lips.

“Yeah, thanks” Simon muttered and got off the boys lap and began to walk off before quickly turning around “can ask you for one more thing?”

“Yeah, I have somewhere you can stay for the night”

“oh thank god, I mean thank you um”

“Raphael Santiago”

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‘hamilton’ characters while sick

Alexander Hamilton: “I AM NOT SICK!!!!!” he screams as he throws up twice an hour. Keeps working like normal (ie more than any normal human being). “Alexander you’re sick.” “If I were sick, could I do this?” “….” “…..” “…What are you doing?” “Cartwheels. …Am I not doing them?” Finally he ends up sneezing in jefferson’s face during a debate and falls off the table and then Washington makes Eliza come and get him. Eliza ends up locking him in his room and confiscating all his pens and paper so he’ll get some goddamn sleep.

Aaron Burr: He stays home to rest and get well like a sensible human being, but is bitter af about it because EVERY TIME he’s sick, he misses all the good dirt. He gets back and finds out that 4 debates happened, Hams and T-Jeff got in a fistfight on the debate floor, there have been 2 scandals, and also we may be at war with someone else now. 

Eliza Schuyler: Tries to relax so she can get well, but can’t help but worry about what bullshit Alex is getting up to when she’s not around to supervise. She decides she’s being silly and it’s all probably fine. (It is not fine. Washington can’t wait until she’s back in action.)

Angelica Schuyler: She doesn’t get sick. Germs cease to exist when they touch her perfection. I heard one time a virus tried to infect her and IT died.

Peggy Schuyler: She doesn’t make a big deal of it and just stays home to rest, but her sisters and Hamilton find out she’s sick and rush over with food and blankets and ask her if she’s getting enough sleep and water every .5 seconds. Every time she gets sick Hamilton buys her new stuffed animals and Eliza makes her wear like 14 layers. <from underneath 12 blankets and a mountain of teddy bears> “Guys it’s a cold–” “AWWW YOU’RE SO BRAVE BUT YOU NEED TO GET YOUR REST DON’T WORRY LET US HANDLE EVERYTHING”

Thomas Jefferson: <drapes self over couch, hand to forehead> “I guess… this is the end…” “Thomas you have a cold.” “I suppose death has cast its raven wing over me at last.” “Thomas.” <sneezes> “This is the end. The Grim Reaper has finally chosen me.” “Thomas please just take a sleeping pill and get some rest.” “TAKE ME OH SWEET DEATH I AWAIT YOUR LOVING EMBRACE” 

James Madison: Sneezes once and thinks he’s dying.

John Laurens: When he gets sick Hamilton makes a bigger deal of it than he does. He brings over 230 different medications and loads of blankets and begs Laurens not to die on him.

Marquis de Lafayette: <sneezing like crazy> “Fucking cold season.” “Oh, yeah, you probably got that from me, sorry–” <Lafayette shoots them> MMmmmm whatcha saaaaaaaayyyyy~

Hercules Mulligan: “How’d you even get sick?” “YOUR MOM.” “…” “…I’m sorry can you get me some DayQuil please.”

George Washington: Wishes he could stay home, but drugs himself up and drags his ass to work anyway because the last time he got sick and stayed home, Hamilton stole Jefferson’s pimp cane and Burr was locked in the cupboard for 6 hours before someone let him out. 

King George III: Probably got Washington sick on purpose out of spite.

Phillip Hamilton: “Am I sick? Hell yeah I’m sick AS IN I THROW DOWN SOME SICK BEATS!!!!” <starts beatboxing, but ends up coughing up a lung instead and collapses>

More Than Comfort - Chris Jericho x Reader

Summary:-You are Bayley’s younger sister, brought backstage one night on Raw by her. Chris Jericho gets attacked during the festival of friendship by Kevin Owens, and when he gets backstage, he bumps in to you clearly upset. He finds comfort in you, and things go on from there. 

Warnings :- Smut, Swearing, Lil’ Bit O’ Fluff

Word Count :- 1,490

Requested by @fangirlybookreviews

@fandomfreak202

A/N - Sorry I’ve been MIA for a while, and also sorry to the lovely person who requested this that it took so long! However, I’m back now, and d’ya know what that means? Smut and fluff and smut. 

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anonymous asked:

A writing prompt idea: Adam has a nightmare

Your wish, my command, anon. Post-curse emotional hurt/comfort, obviously. 1000-ish words.


In his waking hours, Adam is happier than he ever dared hope he could be. Perhaps that’s why he’s plagued with horrible images at night–the universe’s way of righting the balance. 

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Shinra, when someone thinks of threatening Celty:

Shinra, after Izaya got stabbed: