sorry this wall was boring me

Showers together but Delirious slips
  • Vanoss: *Catches Delirious* you ok??
  • Ohm: *pins Del to the shower wall* Are you tripping for me?~
  • Daithi: *misses the catch-* shIt you ok???
  • Mini: *slips with Delirious*
  • Lui: *lets Delirious fall before laughing*
  • Marcel: *catches Del but fuckin falls after* fUCK-
  • Bryce: *prolly same as Mini*
  • CaRtOoNz: *fuckin ninja skillz it and picks up Del before he hits the tub-* I GOT YOU-
  • And my favorite-
  • WildCat: *bad reflex and instead of catching he fuckin pushes Delirious out of the tub* Are you going to be ok...?
Little Witch (Part 2)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 563

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I cannot believe so many people liked Little witch. You guys made me so happy. After posting the story I went to bed and was really surprised in the morning when i saw that there were already 270 notes, 10 messages and 70 new followers. I’m amazed. You are awesome! ♥ I did my best to write this part and i know it may be a little boring but i promise the next ones (of course, if you want me to post them) to be more interesting. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to write from someone’s P.O.V. Enjoy ♥ (and sorry for the mistakes) 

Part 1

Originally posted by sexy-stan

All the avengers except Wanda and Bruce were now standing in front of the small medical center Tony had created a few months ago for situations like this. Through the transparent Plexiglas which was used as a wall, the heroes were looking at their new visitor. Wanda was inside with Dr. Banner, who was trying to find out and heal the wounds on the girl’s body.

“So what’s her name?”, Tony suddenly asked.

The whole group looked at Steve and Clint waiting for an answer. Since they came back, the girl was directly transported to the medical room, while the others were standing in the dark about what was going on.  

“She didn’t say it.”, Steve answered simply without moving his eyes from the girl inside.

“What exactly happened?”, Tony was eager to get at least some information.

“Yeah, the son of Col didn’t say anything about bringing a girl here.”

There was silent for a minute and when Clint saw Steve wouldn’t tell anything due to being sunk deep in his thoughts again, he recounted the story.

After the girl had recognized the American hero – Captain America, she gave them a chance to speak why they were here and what were they exactly doing. Wanda was the one who had talked most maybe because she knew how the girl was feeling at that moment.

“We are not Hydra’s agents. I know you are scared, probably frightened to death, but we just want to help you. ”, Wanda had spoken softly.

“How did you find me?”

“We have some sources that let us know when someone is in danger. There’s nothing you can be suspicious of. Come with us, we will give you food, clothes…answers.”, Steve had succeeded in attracting her attention.

“I-”, the girl had been glancing at the faces of each hero standing in front of her seeing the pure sincerity in their eyes. She hardly had come with a decision.

“If you don’t like us or feel threatened you can go, but give us a chance. We won’t let you down, I promise.”, with those words spoken from the brown-haired witch, who the girl began liking since the beginning, the little witch had accepted their offer still slightly suspicious.

“Through the whole flight Wanda was the only one who talked with her. I think she is the one who the girl trusts.”, Clint noted as he finished the story.

“Can we trust her?”, Nat questioned, “I mean, she is powerful, that can be seen, but what if it’s a Hydra’s way to get in here and collect important information about us, S.H.I.E.L.D?”

“I do not think so.”, Peter finally interfered with the conversation. He, as Steve, hadn’t stopped looking at the girl they found alone in the deep woods hours ago, “If you had seen her face when we came…”, her (y/e/c), full with tears and at the same time with rage appeared in front of him, “I have no clue what they did to her but it’s definitely not good.”

“I have the same opinion. We know what Hydra can do to their experiments. I saw what they have done to Bucky. It won’t surprise me if she had gone through the same.”

“Mr. Stark, I found the girl.”, Jarvis’ voice sounded through the corridor they were all standing in.

“You made him check her?!”

“Of course, Clint. I want to know who is coming in the base.”, Tony declared and then spoken to Jarvis, “What did you find out?”

“It was hard given the fact that her face hasn’t been seen by any camera in the world since ten years ago. However, I managed to do my job. Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At the age of seven she was kidnapped from her parents as they were on a vacation in Russia. Strangely, it seems the parents weren’t that eager to find her. They ended the seeking after a year. ”

At the same time in the medical room, Bruce and Wanda were trying to understand more about (Y/N)’s conditional and powers.

“So you are a witch, too?”, (Y/n) asked as her eyes widened from happiness.

“Yes, (Y/n), I am, just like you.”

“How did you become? You were born with it or?”

“Sadly, my powers aren’t natural. I got them the same as you – Hydra gave them to me. ”, Wanda was sitting opposite the girl, while Bruce was doing his job, “Some years ago, me and my brother, Pietro, were taken my Hydra so they could do tests on us.”

“And what were they doing to you?”

“They used something like a scepter and did different things to examine our powers. That’s all I remember.”, Wanda gave a smile to this little girl who had probably went through the same as her.

“So your stay there was like a holiday in comparison with mine.”, the girl stated with a bitterness in her voice.

“Was it that bad?”, Bruce spoke for the first time since he came there to observe the girl, “We have seen what Hydra have done to some people, but-”

“But you can never imagine or feel what they did to me so don’t act as though you had a clue how they tortured me.”

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, Bruce began apologizing but the girl stopped him.

“I see you’re trying to make me feel comfortable and so on but there’s no need to exaggerate.”, the girl’s stomach groaned and she hurried to put her hands over it to silence the sound.

“How can I be so stupid?! We are here from hours and you haven’t eaten anything in days and we still haven’t given you water or something to eat. I’m coming in minutes.”, Wanda was almost out of the room when she turned around, “Do you want anything specific or whatever I bring?”

“Whatever you bring.”, the girl answered but Wanda had already used her powers to see what the girl longed for to eat.

Bruce and (Y/n) stayed in silence until the doctor decided to ruin it by asking a simple question.

“Do you know what powers you have?”

“No and I don’t even know how to control them.”

“We can befriend you to learn how to cope with them. ”, the girl was about to say something but Bruce hurried to finish, “I do know how hard it can be, if you’re wondering. I have some ‘angry issues’ as Stark tends to say. When I am angry I turn into a big green monster-”

“Hulk.”, (Y/n) stated calmly as she remembered a part of a conversation, she heard years ago.

“Yes, Hulk. If I do not control it, I would kill the people I love without having a clue or regretting about it.”

Seeing how hard it was for that man to cope with his behavior and the terrified expression that appeared on his face just because of the thought of murdering his friends was enough to show her that each one of the superheroes here had gone through so dreadful situations. It showed her that she wasn’t alone anymore and that she can trust them. They will help her to recover, to control and maybe give her the family she lost ten years ago.

“Will you teach me?”, a smile spread on Bruce’s face as he murmured a positive answer.

The door opened and Wanda entered holding a tray with food.

“I hope you don’t mind inviting the others.”, seven people followed the witch in the room.

“Hello.”, the girl gave them a small smile and wave.

“I am Natasha but you can call me Nat.”, a read-head woman spoke, “Here are some clean clothes you can put on after you -”, but before Natasha had finished her sentence the girl had attacked the food.

There was a huge burger with French fries and curry sauce. She took a big bite and barely managed to chew it before taking another one.

“Sorry, ju’t úngry .”

While (Y/n) was eating the heroes introduced themselves to her. She knew some of them given the fact they had ruined some of Hydra’s experiments and bases but not their personal names. She liked them all, maybe Tony was too cocky but she did like ‘em all.

“You’d probably want to rest and recover but I have to ask you some questions. Do you mind?”, Stark didn’t want to scare the girl but he did needed answers.

“Let her at least take a shower before overwhelming her with your queries.”, when Peter stated his opinion the girl looked at him with a thankful smile. He blushed a little but tried not to break an eye contact. Even in those ripped and dirty clothes, and the messy (y/h/c) he could see the beauty in her. Something in her eyes was pulling him closer. He wanted to understand what had happened to her, what had broken her in such a way and revenge.

“Peter, show her the bathroom. We will wait you in the living room.”, and with that the avengers exited the room leaving the two teenagers inside.

“So, Peter…”, the way (Y/n) pronounced his name, as thought tasting it, feeling how it would sound, created a strange feeling in Peter’s stomach, “Where can I clean myself?”, a smirked appeared on the girl’s face as she saw the blushing boy opposite her.

Part 3

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I wonder if you still light up when you see my message?
Does it make you smile like it use to? Or just fill you with dread?
Am I just another bother or normal ex lover?
Or something special?
Are we still special?
Do you still get that thrill when you look at my pics
Or did the sparkle in my eyes just disapear?
You are every side of duality to me my gem
My hell and my salvation
My hero and my demon
I don’t even know how to express what I want anymore
But I still come back around to you
Still end up at your door
First person I want to tell
I’m sorry I did what I did and said what I siad
I am sorry for who I am
Who my mothers death made me into
You deserve so much more
I want to do enough drugs to forget about you
But every time I get high you’re all thats on my god damn mind
I wonder if I’m still on yours
Or if you’ve built a wall of ice
or maybe got bored
If my broke  girl theatrics will drive you away
I won’t beg you to stay
Or maybe I will, God knows I’m pathetic
But I still have dreams of you and I in our apartment
I can’t say a part of me doesn’t hate myself for it
I still wear your ring
Still have your mark
Still want to get our tattoo
I'mm sorry for not having enough faith we’d get through it
I wouldn’t blame you if you left
Wouldn’t blame you if you destroyed me
—  my message I can’t say to the one person I want to tell

A/N: I generally keep my fics gender neutral so this assumes that you guys are adopting. But I did think Tyler having a baby girl would be really really cute so that’s my own personal bias.
Word Count: 500
Title: Bundle of Joy

You’d never felt so nervous in your whole life, and you weren’t even the one giving birth. You and Tyler bounced around the waiting room, glancing every few seconds to the doorway, to the nurses station and to your phones. Tyler paced back and forth as you sat in the chair, tapping your foot. Any moment now.

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Do it Right

Imagine fall in love with your work affair, that happens to be Jerome Valeska

Coffee and metal were the fragrances of that house. I felt the urgency to get up from the bed when I heard the footsteps coming from the bathroom. That young but already feared ginger man entered the room and held my pulse to keep me quiet, so he could kiss me a good morning.
It was fine last week, last month, last year, but now, when his cold lips found mine in a gentle kiss, the old butterflies was all over my stomach again. I did not let him touch me more than this and made my way to the kitchen.
I sat in the kitchen sink and waited for the coffee pass. My mind was full of Jerome’s weird behavior last night when he called me, not a drop of alcohol in his blood. I hugged myself and looked around. The times I was inside that apartment everything was blurred, the light always turned off. But this morning I could see how organized it was. Almost maniacally neat.
I heard a high whistle coming from the door and saw Jerome watching me, his face amused. I was, somehow, without words, his smile growing even more.

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anonymous asked:

could we have more of ur firefighter jim paramedic bones au? maybe w/ spock as a cop or something?

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  • Jim groans when his back hits the wall, hungry lips on his neck and teeth dragging over his skin. “Rough day in the office?” He asks breathlessly, reaching out to pull that boring blue shirt over Bones’ head, before the other finds his lips in a hard and hungry kiss that almost leaves him feeling dizzy. “Fucking cop makes my life a living hell,” Bones replies, pulling the other to their bedroom, and Jim’s happy to follow. “So you’re taking your frustrations out on me?” Jim asks, and Bones immediately freezes at that. Fuck, no. Jim, you idiot. “I’m sorry,” Bones says, but Jim quickly shakes his head. “I’m not complaining,” he replies, pushing Bones closer to bed, “let’s work out those frustrations.”
  • Jim’s pretty exhausted afterwards, face resting in Bones’ neck and he enjoys the hand gently running over his spine. There’s the Bones he knows. “You want to talk about it?” Jim asks. “About what?” “The cop,” Jim replies, and Leonard huffs. “Hell no.” “I should at least know his name,” Jim says. “Why?” “So I can thank him. Jesus, Bones, if I knew sex would be even better than usual when you’re frustrated, I’d get on your nerves, too.” “Believe me,” Bones laughs, “you do.”
  • Bones is at home, though on call, when Jim comes home. Jim doesn’t even officially live here, but that doesnt stop him from having a spare key - and more often than not Bones finds this fireman in his bed even when Bones himself isn’t even home for the night. “How was work?” Bones asks, looking up at Jim, whose face is still slightly covered in sooth here and there. “There was a fire?” He asks, and Jim nods, grabbing a beer from Bones’ fridge. “Some pyro has been setting animal shelters on fire, but as future chief I can’t start a proper investigation while the cops interfere with my work, God damn it.” He curses under his breath. Bones gets up and runs a hand through that messy blond hair, now a shade or two darker because of the ashes. “Maybe a shower will make you feel a little better, hm?” He suggests. “Think so? I was just gonna crash in bed and-” “No, you should absolutely take a shower. It’ll make you feel better,” Bones says, “and it’ll make me feel better too, because you smell awful.” Jim’s lips turn into a small smile, and he puts his bottle down. “Fine,” he says, grabbing on to Bones’ shirt, “but you’re joining me. My turn to work out some frustrations now.”
  • Jim’s planned a whole romantic evening with his doctor boyfriend, okay. Maybe not a candlelight dinner, but he got Bones’ favorites takeout, his Netflix, and a bottle of the most expensive wine he could afford (which, really, amounts to a 10 dollar wine), and though Jim doesn’t even really like wine himself, he likes the idea of drinking it in a hot tub with lots of foam and a loved one, because that always looks great in movies. They never make it to that hot and steamy bath, though. Jim has an arm around Bones’ waist, having the other pressed back against the couch, but an attempt to make out is cut short when Bones’ phone rings. “Don’t pick up,” Jim mutters against Bones’ lips, but it’s his work ring tone, and so Bones reaches out to pick up after all. Jim makes a point of kissing the other’s neck while Bones speaks quietly, voice a little rough, maybe even a bit breathless when Jim’s fingers slide under his shirt. “Okay,” Bones says, “I’ll be there soon.” It’s cue enough for Jim to stop, and when Bones hangs up, he looks clearly disappointed. “I’m sorry,” Bones says, “someone's​ been shot, I gotta go check it out.” “Let them know they ruined date night,” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “I’m sure you’ll manage, I’ll be home as soon as i can. Don’t wait up, though. Just in case.” “Okay,” Jim says, though they both know Jim will be awake until Bones comes back, anyways.
  • Jim doesn’t actually get the luxury of lounging in his boyfriend’s bed, because pretty soon after Bones has left, the fire department gets called into action, too. Same neighbourhood, and, as Jim comes to find out, same crime scene. He recognises Bones’ ambulance instantly, though he doesn’t have the time to look for him because a building is very much on fire, and Jim spends the next few hours getting it under control.
  • When the fire’s under control and mostly put out, he takes a break. He wants to make sure Bones is alright (even though he has no reason not to be, of course), and he finds him with that damned cop that irked him to no end just a few days ago. “Listen to me, you pointy-eared prick,” he hears Bones say, and oh boy, that sounds like trouble, “this is the second time you’re refusing to let me do my job. This god damn fire is not your responsibility, and neither are the victims.” “On the contrary,” Spock replies, “the safety of potential victims and catching the one responsible is my utmost priority.” “Then let me-” “-but I will not risk the safety of the only doctor currently on site until a pass has been given by the fire department,” Spock concludes, and Jim takes that as a cue to step in next to his boyfriend. Spock raises an eyebrow when he approaches, and Jim throws him a wry smile. “Sup, Legolas.” “Mr. Kirk, do I need to remind you that derogatory references towards my ears will not affect me, and will only look poorly upon your work ethics.” “What are you pestering my boyfriend for? Wasn’t it bad enough you reported me to my chief for unprofessional behavior last time? Now you gotta go against my boyfriend, too?” Jim asks, and Spock glances at the two of them. “Merely making sure your boyfriend doesn’t run into danger,” he replies, “like last time.” “Good,” Jim says, crossing his arms, “wait. What? What do you mean, like last time?”
  • Jim’s not done arguing with Bones when the two of them get home to Bones’ flat. Bones, however, has been mostly ignoring him for the last 20 minutes or so while Jim lists the things that can go wrong when Bones walks into a gang fire to save people. Because, you know, that’s why Spock’s there; to stop more people getting hurt. Just the thought that Bones could even potentially be one of those victims is enough to drive him mad, but Bones has been fairly casual about it, taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes while Jim continues to bicker at him. “Oh my God, Jim,” Bones groans eventually, “shut up. Please. Putting myself into a dangerous situation is no different than you running into a burning building to save someone. It’s our job.” “You should’ve waited until Spock said-” “Are you teaming up with the cop, now?” Bones asks, “because a few days ago you hated him.” “When it comes to your life, yes, I agree with him,” Jim counters, following Bones to the kitchen, and snatching the other’s glass of whiskey from his hands to drink it himself instead. “You’re such a hypocrite,” Bones replies, “getting yourself in danger all the time, and then being butthurt over me. I didn’t even get hurt.” “But if you had,” Jim says, “I never would’ve forgiven myself.” Bones sighs, and Jim calms down when the other reaches out and runs his hand through Jim’s hair. “Love you, too,” he says, and Jim smiles faintly when the other leans in for a quick kiss. He doesn’t like how easy Bones can make him calm down, or at least lighten up a little bit. “You still suck,” Jim says, crossing his arms, and Bones huffs. “Not yet,” he says, and Jim wraps his arms around him, eyes falling shut when lips kiss down over his neck, “but if you stop being mad, I might be.” 
I’m trying to study! Part 7

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

Bucky x Reader College AU 

Catch up here!


Hey, darlings! GUESS WHO’S BACK? That’s right, it’s the awesome (late, forgetful, tired) me! I’m so sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy this part! Also, new fics coming out next week ^^

I present, part six!

Word count: 1736

Warnings: fluff!!!

The crisp, clean hospital air filled up your lungs as you stepped into the building. Looking around, you noticed the walls weren’t as bare as you imagined they would be; instead, the interior were filled with colourful paintings and children’s drawings. Vases of flowers were scattered on all of the coffee tables and the nurses bore cheerful, inviting smiles. For once in your life, you actually felt happy while being in a hospital.

Turning to face your boyfriend, you sent him a small, reassuring smile. His eyes flitted nervously to meet yours, small droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. Taking his shaking hand in yours, you squeezed tightly in an attempt to calm him.

Bucky released a breath, clearing his throat slightly. “Hey, uh… t-thanks for being here with me. It means a lot to me, I hope you understand.”

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his cheek. “You have nothing to thank me for. You know I adore your mom, so even if you didn’t want to take me with you, I’d either force you to or break in here.”

Bucky laughed, instantly seeming at easy. “You’re right. Thank you… you always have this unique way of helping me.” The brunet leaned forward slightly and a strand of chocolate hair escaped from his man bun and fell down the side of his face. Heart leaping, you reached up and tucked it behind his ear with a small grin. Bucky mirrored your expression. Holding your hand tightly, he walked down the corridor of the hospital, towards his waiting mother.

Winfred Barnes’ room was a splash of colour. A bouquet of vibrant tulips rested in a glass jar on the small bedside table, a bunch of red, green and blue balloons were tied to her bedpost and the curtain on the window was laced with pink and yellow ribbons. A few get-well-soon cards were taped above the bed and a Star Wars blanket was draped over the bed, Han Solo’s handsome face staring out of it.

Winifred herself looked much better than you expected. She wasn’t hooked up to any machine and she looked like she normally did, except for the slightly pale shade of her face. As soon as she saw you and Bucky entering her room, a large smile spread out across her face and she extended her arms out invitingly. Bucky let go of your hand and immediately rushed to his mom’s side, enveloping her in a tight hug.

“Gosh, James!” She chuckled. “I can’t breathe!”

Bucky laughed and let go of her carefully and glanced back at you, waving his hand to make you do the same as he did. Giggling, you walked over and hugged the woman gently making her coo at you.

As you pulled away, Winnie held your shoulder to look at you.

“My, my, (Y/n)!” She crooned. “Look at you! You’re all grown up now. And you look gorgeous, unlike that hobo in the corner.”

You burst out laughing and Bucky huffed in mock offense.

“Come on, Ma”, he complained. “At least I brushed my hair this time!”

Winnie shook her head. “He always says that”, she told you. “Truth is, he hardly ever brushes that dead animal on his head.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I quite like it, ma’am.”

Winnie’s eyes widened at your words. “You’re the first!”

Bucky nodded sarcastically, but a huge smile was painted on his face. Pulling away from Winifred, you gestured for Bucky to give his mom the gift that he was carrying with him. Handing it over, Bucky urged his mother to open it.

As soon as she did, she began to laugh and quickly concealed the homemade cupcakes. “Children, you do realize it’s against the hospital’s policy to sneak food in for patients?”

A mischievous smile appeared on your face. “Eh, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em, right?”

Winnie shook her head sent you a look of mock disappointment. “And here I thought that the two of you finally wised up…”

Bucky smirked. “Did you really expect that, Ma?”

Winnie rolled her eyes. “Well, you two were always the troublemakers. I’m so glad you are friends, because you certainly make other peoples’ lives interesting.”

You blushed slightly and looked down as Bucky came forward and gripped your hand.

“Actually, Ma… (Y/n) and I have something to tell you.”

Winifred’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you two…”

You smiled warmly, meeting Winnie’s pleasantly surprised gaze. “Yes, Mrs. Barnes. Bucky and I are dating.”

“Have been for about a month now”, Bucky added, turning to look at you.

You met his eyes and felt like you were drowning in the vast ocean of azure that they contained. In his beautiful blue eyes, you could see happiness and trust.

But the love that they held made your heart explode with feeling and you could immediately feel a huge blush spread across your cheeks. You knew that your own expression mirrored his and, lost in the moment, you felt your hand reach up and brush loose strands behind his ear, just like earlier. Bucky moved his hands to your hips, his intense gaze falling from your eyes to your lips. But before he could do anything else, someone cleared their throat, making you jump away. Looking at Winnie, you could see the jovial amusement in her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest.  

You avoided her eyes and wrung your hands slightly, you face resembling a tomato. Bucky was almost exactly the same.

“Oh, don’t mind me, kids”, the old lady chuckled. “You can carry on.”

“Um…no.” You coughed lightly.

Winifred laughed loudly, shaking her head. “You two are… what do you call it these days? Relationship desires?”

“Relationship goals”, Bucky corrected.

“Right. That’s what you are.”

You glanced at your watch and groaned. You had agreed to come home at three to help Natasha make cookies for Clint, and it was already two forty-five.

Meeting Bucky’s gaze, you pointed to your watch sadly. Bucky nodded in understanding.

“Sorry, Ma”, the brunet apologized, “but we have to go now. We’ll visit again soon, I promise.”

“I can’t wait”, Winnie grinned. “And I expect to hear all about your relationship, you hear me?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Thank you, ma’am. It was lovely to meet you.” Leaning down, you kissed her cheek and then hugged her.

Seeing that Winifred wanted a private word with Bucky, you pointed to the door. “I’ll be outside”, you told them with a smile. Bucky nodded and Winifred blew you a kiss, making you happily walk out.

It was evening time and Bucky and you were sitting on the roof of his apartment, eating (un)healthy snacks and talking quietly. You enjoyed spending time with Bucky this way, as both of you could express your inner thoughts to each other without fear of anyone hearing. It was both simple and romantic, just the way you liked it.

“Wait, no! Are you telling me that Gilbert didn’t deserve Anne?” Bucky questioned.

“Well, he did deserve her… all I’m saying is that he shouldn’t have been that rude to her, because honestly, come on! He was part of the reason Anne cut her hair!”

Bucky shook his head, wrapping his arm around you. “Come on, (Y/n), he was just kidding around. It wasn’t his fault.”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh, whatever you say.”

Bucky laughed at you. “But hey, it’s a great book. I really love it.”

You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder with a soft sigh. Right there, right then, you felt like nothing could get better. The moment was perfect and there was no place where you’d rather be.

Bucky chuckled, looking at your dreamy expression, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile.

“Did I ever tell you you’re handsome as hell?” You murmured.

Bucky blushed. “Many times… did I ever tell you you’re stunningly beautiful?”

You giggled bashfully, hiding your face in his neck. “Stop that.”

Bucky laughed, pulling you closer. “Stop what? Telling the truth?”

You chuckled breathily, lifting your head and staring up into his eyes. Bucky leaned down slightly, brushing his lips against yours, before you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down properly, connecting your lips together in a passionate kiss. Bucky groaned slightly, squeezing your waist tightly with his strong arms, his tongue snaking past the barrier of your lips. You moaned, pressing yourself as close to Bucky as possible, electricity storming through the both of you.

Pulling away with a gasp, you leaned your forehead against his. Bucky breathed against your lips heatedly, an unsure emotion flashing in his eyes. A slight frown etched himself into your features but before you could ask what was wrong, Bucky whispered your name.

“Yes?” You questioned quietly, searching his eyes. Bucky cleared his throat and held your hands nervously.

“In the hospital, my mom wanted to talk to me… she wanted to talk about us.”

You heart hammered in your throat, your brain already conjuring up the worst.

“You know what she told me? She told me that the way we look at each other… it isn’t just us feeling attracted or ‘liking’ each other. She said that the emotion is… love.”

You felt ready to explode and your hand found its way to your mouth in shock.

“I…I guess what I’m trying to say is that… I l-love you, (Y/n). So much. I have loved you for a long time now, a long time before we started dating. I love you.”

Your stomach was squeezing itself into knots and you felt breathless, all the blood rushing to your head. After a few beats of silence, Bucky looked away, a clearly hurt expression on his face. However, before he could pull away completely, you gripped his hand and pulled him to you, smashing your lips together. Bucky made a surprised sound in the back of his throat but reciprocated nonetheless, your lips molding together in a perfect kiss.

Pulling away, your heart exploded in fireworks and your whole body filled with a pleasant warmth. Pulling Bucky flush against you, you leaned your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Bucky”, you whispered breathlessly. “More than anything. I. Love. You.”

Can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops…

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Creepypasta #1144: Killing Strays

Length: Medium

I’ll start off by just plainly letting you all know I’ve killed someone. It was in self-defense, but that didn’t make it any easier.

There was a homeless man that lived down the street from my apartment building. His “home” was a park bench, and I would sit with him occasionally, give him a few bucks, keep him company, and just try to let him feel human since no one else ever paid him much more than a contemptuous glance in his direction.

Guy was his name, which is kind of fitting for a man without much of an identity. He used to tell me about his life, or at least tell me what he could remember. He spoke slowly, as if he was waiting for the memories to catch up to what he wanted to say. I never really got a full story from him those days on the bench.

He could’ve been drugged out or alcoholic, but I didn’t really mind. I figured he could use someone that just wanted to listen. It wasn’t my place to judge his life, which I guess is an ironic thing to say considering…

Anyway, it was last March, and I had gotten up at around 2am to take a piss. I walked out of the bedroom, and right there in the hallway some shadowy figure was frozen like a deer in headlights.

Seconds tick by slowly when you’re confronted with an intruder like that. Home is safety. Home is personal. Someone was violating my personal safety. That someone charged me, and before I knew what had happened, I had been tackled to the carpet.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” The voice of the shadow was one of desperation. “I need the money. Please, I need the money. They’ll kill me.”

I recognized the voice but couldn’t immediately place it, and it was too dark to make out who was wrestling me to the floor. I shimmied away, kicking in every direction until the figure yelped and recoiled. There was a gun in my bedside table, and once I made it there and grabbed the thing, I didn’t hesitate.

Two quick shots, and the pleading voice fell silent.

I turned on the light.

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Disturbance (Jimin)

♢ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

♢ Word count: 1.7k

♢ Genre: Fluff, hint of smut(?)

    ⌲ Description: You and Jimin are spending time together at the dance studio, but when he somehow makes you angry, he knows just how to make it up for you. 

I bit my lower lip in concentration as my eyebrows scrunched together. Staring at the screen in front of me, I tried to finish my english essay on a book that I had to read. College was draining my energy away, while ruining my sleeping schedule in the run. Blinking furiously, I tried to drive the sleep away and instead concentrated on the words printed on the screen. Sometimes I should beat myself with how irresponsible I could get. Always telling myself to start early on an assignment, only to leave it until the last week or even day. 

I was sitting crossed leg against the wall in the practice room of Big Hit Entertainment. The new practice room was big and quite lonely. Being surrounded by completely white walls was kind of creepy as well. My back and legs were stiff from the position after such a long time, but I refused to move before successfully finishing my 5000 word essay. The reason for me even being here in the first place, was because of my boyfriend, Jimin. He had been so busy with his schedules lately and me with school, there was hardly any time for us to be together. So instead he invited me to be in the practice room with him, both of us working individually, but at least we were together. Though at the moment, I was alone in the room, as he went out with the rest of the boys to get some food for us. Let’s just hope he remembered my nuggets. Honestly they’re the best things ever. 

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My boyfriend (Bellamy Blake x reader.)

prompt: reader is one of the 100 and develops feelings for Bellamy, but she has a boyfriend on the arc and when Bellamy admits his feeling for her the arc lands and y/n sees her boyfriend and Bellamy’s hurt but they make up at the end. 

Originally posted by captaine-duckling

When I saw Bellamy come into the “hospital” of the drop ship with a bloody shirt and cuts all over his face I immediately began to worry. 

“Bellamy what the hell happened to you?” I ask as I ran over to him. “Should I get Clarke?” 

“No I don’t need Clarke it’s not that bad.” He tried to convince me even though he was obviously in pain. “Can’t you help me?” I paused for a moment and then ran over get the the medical supplies. 

“Yeah, I can.” I stated. I decided it would be best to start with Bellamy’s chest since it looked like that was where he was losing the most blood. 

“Bell can you take off your shirt, I need to clean what ever’s causing all that blood.”  I informed him, almost blushing at the thought of Bellamy without a shirt. I felt guilty about it. I had a boyfriend. What was I doing? He nodded his head and took his shirt off. I looked at him. He really did have the body of a god. 

“See something you like princess?” He grinned, but his grin quickly turned into a hiss of pain as I touched where what looked like a animal had scratched him. 

“Sorry.” I whispered as I grabbed a towel with medicine on it to clean the wound. 

“This is probably going tho hurt.” I warned as pressed the towel to the cut Bellamy squeezed his eyes shut. I decided to lighten the mood a little while I looked for something to stitch the wound.

“Since when do you have abs?” I laughed finding the needle and thread.

“Why do you like them?” He flirted. 

“Oh shut up.” I giggled back at him getting ready to start stitching. To take his mind off the pain I asked him 

“so why didn’t you want Clarke to do this, she probably could have done this a lot better than me?”

“I like our little chats Y/n, I haven’t gotten to talk to you in a while.” He answered. 

“Bellamy you talked to me yesterday morning.” I rolled my eyes. 

“That’s along time for me.” He responded wincing as I pulled the last stitch threw and tied the knot. 

“I’m gonna start on your face now ok.”  I tolled him picking up a cloth towel to whip away the blood. Neither of us talked I cleaned all the cuts on his face and he starred at my face the whole time. I cursed myself for wanting to kiss him so badly. When I got down to the cut on his lip everything seemed to go in slow motion.

“Bellamy what are you doing?” I asked as he wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer. 

“Y/n I like you.” he confessed starring at my lips. ‘One kiss wouldn’t hurt’ I thought ‘ Dylan’s probably going to did anyway.’ we leaned in and we were moments away from our lips touching . I knew I shouldn’t want to kiss another boy so bad when I had a boyfriend back on the arc, but for all i knew he was dead. Right before Bellamy and I’s lips were touching Clarke came rushing in.

“Y/n, Bellamy it’s the Arc it’s coming down.” She yelled and Bellamy and I rushed out after her.

“What?” I asked confused watching as the arc hit the ground. 

“We have to get to them Clarke!” I panicked. He could be alive. Dylan could still be alive. my boyfriend could be alive! 

“I know.” She says. 

“I’m coming with you, we’ll go out and find them and lead the arcs people back here to camp.”

“Bellamy, you can’t your hurt.” I objected, secretly not wanting him to come. If the arc had crashed and Dylan was still alive I didn’t know to explain to Bellamy that Liked him, but us being together wasn’t ok. 

“I’m fine now you fixed me.” He smiled grabbing my hand. I pulled away. 

“We should get going.” I looked away from him, but not fast enough to miss the look of confusion on his face. 

Clarke,Bellamy, Raven, and I had been walking for what seemed like hours when Bellamy pulled me to the side.

“Y/n why are you ignoring me?” He asked.

“Bellamy, we don’t have time for this right now.” I tried to pull my hand away. 

“You like me back don’t you or did I mess evreything up” I could tell by the look in his eyes he desperately needed me to say I did.  I hesitated before answering

“Of course I like you Bellamy… but things are complicated.”I whispered not being able to look him in the eyes.

“Really because things didn’t seem to be complicated before the arc fell, what the hell changed?” He questioned me I could tell he was getting frustrated. Before I could answer for myself someone else answered for me.

“Y/N!?” Someone screamed. I turned around. It was Dylan. I yanked my hands out of Bellamy’s grasp and raced towards him, and he span me around in a circle smiling and laughing. From where we were standing I could see the dumbstruck look on Bellamy’s face.

“Dylan! I knew you would make it here. i knew it!” I cried grabbing his face and planting kisses all over it finally ending at his lips. Dylan pulled me into a hug and I took this moment to look at Bellamy. His look of confusion turning into one of anger and sadness. The smile fell from my face as I softly left Dylan’s grasp. 

“Bellamy.” I whispered quietly trying to put my hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged me off. 

“Don’t.” He warned and marched off towards where the arc had landed. 

Bellamy hadn’t talked to me for almost four days now (which wasn’t that hard since he was put in the arcs jail for the time being.) but when I tried to talk to him he would look up at me with hurt eyes and I couldn’t bare it. Today I decided I would make things right. So early in the morning I had gone to Dylan and told him things just weren’t working out, and he told me that was ok because he had met a girl on the arc while I was gone. Next I went to the makeshift jail Kane had made and went to talk to Bellamy.I unlocked the jail door with the key I had stolen of a guard who was on break. 

“Bellamy.” I called to him. His back was faced against the wall.

“Go away.” He said in monotone. 

“Bellamy.” I tried again.

“I said leave!” He whipped around and faced me.

“Bellamy I’m sorry.” I whispered. 

“Sorry for what. For using me. for leading me on. for screwing with my feelings?” He crossed his arms anger clear on his face.

“Bellamy, I wasn’t leading you on. I thought he was dead.” I looked down feeling his brown eyes angrily boring into my head.

“So I was your back up?” He inquired condescendingly.

“No Bellamy.” I started getting upset when I couldn’t find the right words “I…I….I liked you… I mean I do like you… I still like you and I didn’t know what to do and I knew it was wrong what I was doing, but I did like you so much and I honestly thought they were all going to die up there.”

“But you still choose him over me.” Bellamy’s anger turned in to a look of sorrow as he starred at the ground arms still crossed.

“No. I broke up with him… for you Bellamy.” I stated desperately. He looked up at me and a glimmer of hope crossed his face for only a millisecond or it could have just been my imagination.

“So I’m just supposed to let you hurt me and then except you back in with open arms?” He looked at me quizzically.I didn’t have anything left to say so I just looked at him with sad eyes and whispered

“I’m sorry.” I started to walk out of the cell when he stopped me.

“y/n wait…” I looked up at him and he quickly walked towards me and smashed his lips against mine.

“I forgive you.” He whispered into the kiss. 

Chapter 17

Originally posted by knowles-morgan

A/N: Sorry for the late update! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Ps. I’m sorry if this chapter sucked. I’m trying to stay intact with the show while still causing drama and climaxes.

I awoke to see boring yellow walls and a dull white ceiling. I took a taxi to a motel on the outskirts of town. I made sure that I left my phone with the prospect so that Jax could not track me. Still in the same clothes from the day before I groggily hauled myself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As I reached the bathroom I splashed some water on my face before patting it dry with a towel.

I headed back into the room to see that the clock read one-thirty-five. I sighed before heading to the motel phone and calling the person Jax would never think of.

“David Hale, speaking.” I smiled to myself at his professional tone of voice.

“Hey, it’s (Y/N).” The line stayed quiet for a moment before I heard the murmuring of voices and a chair scraping across the floor before Hale spoke up.

“(Y/N)! Jax is going nuts looking for you! Where the hell has you been?” I rolled my eyes at his words. He sounded just like an overprotective parent.

“I’m at a motel. Listen, I was wondering if you were free?” Hale sighed at my minimal information.

“Yeah, I’m free. What did you need?”

“I need someone to occupy my time until bobby’s party tonight.”

“Fine, I’ll pick you up at the motel. What one is it?” Hale questioned.

“The sundown.”

“I’ll be there in five.” I thanked him before hanging up. I sat on the bed before running my fingers through my hair. I glanced over to the nightstand to see the manuscript laying there. I thought back to what Piney had said to me.

“It’s time to make a change and I know you’re the one to do it.”

He was right.

But, how was I supposed to make a change?  

Jax’s POV:

We had just made a deal with the IRA for their guns and I was heading over to Ope’s.

“Hey, Half-Sack!” Half looked at me with a scared and surprised look.

“Y-yes?!” He yelled back as I shook my head before motioning him to come over to me.

“Come over here, you moron.” Half began to run over to me while I lit a smoke.

“Yeah?” He questioned as I took a puff.

“Have you heard from (Y/N)? Or at least seen her?” He shook his head while I sighed. “She never came back to the club last night?” I questioned before he shook his head again.

“No, when she gave me her phone that was the last I saw of her.” I nodded before taking another drag.

“Let me know if you hear from her.” He nodded before heading back over to his bike. I sighed again before taking the last drag of my cigarette before stomping it out.

“Where the hell is she?”

(Y/N)’s POV:

Later that day:

It was getting darker as Hale and I drove around Charming.

“So, would you like to talk about what happened yesterday? I know Jax has been worried sick about you.” I rolled my eyes at his question.

“After you told us that and I ran out. I walked for hours until I came across a liquor store. I went in and bought a bottle of Jack Daniels. I left and walked some more until I came back to the graveyard you first found me at. Downed half the bottle of Jack before passing out on the steps of a crypt.  I woke and headed down to Donna’s funeral and well… you know the rest.” Hale nodded in understanding.

“I’m sorry about Donna. She didn’t deserve to go out like that.” I smiled before nodding my head in agreement.

“I know, I will find the bastard that did that and make him or her face the same fate.” Hale nodded.

“Where do you want me to drop you off too?” He questioned as I thought for a moment.

“Can you drop me off at the club? It’s Bobby’s welcome home party tonight.” Hale nodded before beginning to take the route to the club. After a few minutes of silence before I spoke up. “Would you like to come?” I questioned turning towards him.

“No, thank you. It’s not really my scene plus I need to get back to the office.” I nodded as we continued to drive. We eventually pulled up to the club to see the party started. Club members from other charters and many croweaters stood around talking when we pulled up.

“Thank you for the ride,” I said opening the door and hopping out of his jeep. Hale smiled as I closed the door shut to see one of my long-lost friends. “That can’t be the Tacoma killer, can it?” I questioned as Happy flipped around at his nickname.

“(Y/N) fucking (Y/L/N)!” I giggled before running over to him as he held out his arms and picked me up.

“Oh my God, I haven’t seen you in years!” I screamed as he spun me around.

“The same goes for me.” Happy laid me back on the ground. “I mean, damn! Look at you! Your smokin’” I giggled at his compliment as a black car pulled up. Agent Stahl and another agent stepped out. Hale climbed out of his jeep to see what was going on.

“Agent Stahl, what are you doing here?” Hale questioned as the other agent went and opened the back door. Bobby stepped out and Juice walked over before putting his cut on him while the others hollered and shouted.

“Bobby!” I screamed before I took off running into his arms. “I missed you so much!” I said as he picked me up and spun me around just like Hap had done.

“I missed you too, baby girl.” Bobby put me down while I backed away to let the boys tackle him some more. I walked over to Hale when he finished talking to Stahl.

“Thanks again for the ride.” Out of the corner, I saw Jax pull up on his bike. I immediately wrapped my arms around Hale before pulling him into a tight hug surprising him and Jax. I let go of Hale before turning away and heading into the club.

Jax’s POV:

I pulled up onto TM parking lot to see Hale’s Jeep parked there. I glanced to the side a little to reveal (Y/N) and Hale hugging. I felt anger and jealousy burn through me as I played it off with a surprised look. (Y/N) let go of him before turning away and heading into the club. I parked my bike before dropping my helmet and making my way to Hale.

“You’ve got a hell of a lot of nerve showing up here!” I yelled before balling up his shirt and slamming him against the jeep.

“I didn’t do anything to hurt her! She called me!” Hale held up his hands defensively as Ope ran over and pulled me off him.

“Hey, hey! Jax, what’s wrong?!” Ope yelled while holding me back.

“Nothing’s wrong! Where was she?” I yelled out. Hale sighed before speaking.

“The Sundown Motel. On the outskirts of town.” I nodded before glancing back at Ope.

“Get him out of here!” I yelled before turning around and going into the club. Walking into the club I saw Bobby going to town on two croweaters. I looked around until I saw her. Sitting at the bar drinking slamming shots back. “What the hell was that?” (Y/N) slammed back her third or fourth shot before turning to me.

(Y/N)’s POV:

“What was what?” I questioned, acting innocent.

“What were you doing with Hale?! I thought you couldn’t stand him after what he pulled!” (Y/N) began to laugh before slamming back, yet another shot.

“What I pulled?! Let’s talk about what you pulled!” Jax furrowed his brows before speaking up.

“What I pulled? What the fuck did I do?!” (Y/N) rolled her eyes before slamming the shot glass on the bar. Smashing it. The club went quiet as (Y/N) spoke up.

“How about the time you almost took me on the club table but I stopped it because you were with fucking Tara! Or how about the time you lead me on when were fucking eighteen and you left me for that slut! Huh?! I ran a fucking way because of that and we both know how that worked out for me! Don’t we?! So, don’t fucking act like you mister perfect because you got more skeletons in your closet than any of us here!” I pushed away from Jax before making mine out of the club. Tears streaming down my face. Jax, Opie and the rest of the club followed me out.

“(Y/N)!” Jax yelled out as he went to reach out for me.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME, TELLER!” I screamed out as Opie rushed to my side.

“It’s alright. I’ve got her.” Opie said wrapping his arms around me while I cuddled into him.

“(Y/N), you need to rest and not in some cheap motel either. You can stay at my place.” Jax said as I shook my head no.

“No way in hell am I staying at your place near that skank or here.” I snapped as Bobby spoke up.

“It’s alright, she can stay at my place. I don’t plan on going home tonight.” Bobby said walking towards me while fishing out his keys from his jeans. He came in front of me before handing them to me. I let go of Ope before walking over to Bobby. I pulled him into a hug before taking his keys.

“Thanks, Bobby.” I went to go walk away when Jax spoke again.

“You’re not walking. Can I at least drive you?” I stopped mid-walk before sighing and turning around.

“Fine.” Jax walked over to his bike and hopped on. I followed him before picking up my helmet and climbing on behind him.

Time skip:

We pulled up to Bobby’s place as I climbed off his bike while taking off my helmet and handing it to Jax and walking away.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” I turned to see Jax running up Bobby’s walkway.

“What?” I questioned while stopping.

“I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier and yesterday. I wasn’t with Tara yesterday, when you were walking up she clutched my hand. Before I could pull away you were already there. I’ve been worried sick about you for two days-” I cut Jax off by pulling him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry, I never should have lashed out at you. None of that was your fault. Donna’s death, my out lash, none of it.” Jax hugged me back, tighter as I finally let the tears fall. “I’m just so… so… broken. Ever since New York… I just… I can’t…” I broke out into sobs as Jax held onto me while I gripped his hoodie and sobbed into his shoulder.

“We’ll get through this,” Jax said. “I promise.”

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Happy Anniversary? (Always 2/3)

Characters: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Summary: It’s your anniversary, but things don’t go exactly as planned (and not in a good way) :(

Warnings: ANGST, language, teeeny smut mention, insecure reader? if you squint?

A/N: wooo boy buckle up this one’s nice and angsty.  I wasn’t gonna post this one for a bit but it just came to me super late last night so… enjoy?

Word Count: 1937 (woo i finally wrote something longer than 3 words!)

tagging: @outside-the-government 

Part One

The soft, rhythmic sounds of your bare feet were starting to annoy you. Your pacing slowed as you considered sitting down, or taking a nap, but a glance at the time had you fuming again.


Of all days for him to be an irritating, inattentive boyfriend.  You knew he hadn’t forgotten about your anniversary; you’d spoken about it two days ago and he’d mentioned it again this morning before he’d gone to the Medbay.  Your feet stalled as you remembered your conversation this morning.

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captain-goomboss  asked:

Here's an interesting idea. After the barrier's destruction Toriel is driving back home from "so-and-so" with Sans. They come across a red light and a bunch of guys on their left pull up and flirt with Toriel. Her response is a big fat cussing rant. Shocked, annoyed, and embarrassed all at once, Sans looks to the left and is horrified to see two particular characters who met at the grocery store (don't show them yet). Sans tries to get her to look to the right, but is unsuccessful until the

guys finally leave at the green light (they were strangely the only ones stopped by that light alongside Tori and Sans).  Enraged but trying (unsuccessfully) to calm down, Toriel finally responds to Sans’ gestures.  He points to the two characters who turn out to be Papyrus and Asgore.  Papyrus, jaw-dropped (not literally) and googly-eyed, holds his bag more tightly in shock while Asgore completely drops his in pure mortified surprise.  How Toriel reacts and what happens next is up to you. ->             

That’s a really cute thought! Made me chuckle. XD

Although somehow I don’t think Asgore would be that surprised lol

Thinking about this though and how very large I draw my Toriel, I can’t help but imagine this taking place instead.

She just turns to the people in the other car with the sweetest kindergarten teacher smile. Opens the door and EXPANDS into the street as she gets out, a massive wall of white fur that eclipses the sun and LOOMS MENACINGLY over the other car, red eyes boring into their souls. The other drivers clam up and say “sorry ma’am, have a lovely day, ma’am”, the light turns green and they floor it out of there. She silently gets back into her own car and turns up the Best of Disney Classics soundtrack in her stereo, still smiling politely.

Sans is in the passenger seat playing with his phone the whole time because honestly this probably isn’t the first time this has happened.

Home Town

I didn’t want to come back. Nobody would. I was in college with one more year til graduation and I had to return to this stupid town. I hate it here, that’s why I ran the first chance I got. Not only that, but I didn’t want to see them. I would have to bite my tongue until I could get out.  But anyways, here I am. In the most boring town in this big exciting world.

“Sorry, Lou. But this is the best for your mother and me, and we just can’t afford to send you to that particular college any more. But there’s plenty of colleges around here that we can get in-state tuition for!” My father states as he carries in a box with my clothing inside my old home. I grab the box from my father and dart up the stairs to my old room. The grey-white walls with the black accent wall and black furniture. I groan and flop on the bed.

Lois Kathleen Ryan is my name. But that’s not important, what’s really important is my story. Back in high school, I wasn’t the prom queen or the school geek. I was another face in the crowd. I’m not saying I deserve to be prom queen or something like that, cause I know I don’t. People may not have known me but they definitely knew my friends.

I was dating the school skater boy who turned bad boy. He was a year older than me. His name was Luke. And that name haunts me to this day. Belive it or not, I caught him cheating on me at the prom. No, it was not one of those high school drama movies where she catches them dancing and get elected prom king and queen. No, we had decided to skip prom and go to the skater park instead. He had asked me to meet him there but I decided to pick him up. I caught him there balls deep in my high best friend, Shaylon Ambers.

Luke and I didn’t talk until he graduated. Luke didn’t get accepted into any colleges and just hung around the skate park smoking weed all day. When his class did graduate, I went mostly to see (most of Luke’s turned mine) friends graduate. Michael had come up to me and swung me around because he had passed math with my help and Luke had came up to us.

“Oh, hey Lois.” He had said to me.

“Hi.” I said, not looking him in the eye. I could feel Luke staring at me but I avoided his gaze and stared at Michael’s feet. He had new dress shoes on.

“I finally graduated. I mean, without your help with my homework I almost flunked history. I got a C- as my final grade.” Luke said almost as if it was my fault we broke up.  

“Maybe if you weren’t balls deep in Shaylon I could still have done your homework for you, Luke.” I spat at him.

“I told you to meet me there.” Luke says through gritted teeth.

“OH! And THAT makes it better?” I snap loudly at him, tears filling my eyes. I pinch my arm to try not to focus on Luke. Michael abandons the situation to go to Luke and I’s other mutual friends.

“It was a one time thing, she came onto me.” Luke yells at me. I wipe away tears as I stare at him.

“Quit making a scene, Luke.” I beg, looking around as parents, students, and teachers stare at us. “You’re being a massive jack ass.”

“OH! I’m making a scene! You should have seen yourself when I was fucking Shaylon! And by the way, she was way better than you ever were in the sack! I don’t regret cheating on you at all, Lois!” Luke screamed in my face, tears streamed down freely at this point. Luke and I pushed passed each other and that was the last time I had seen him.

I wiped away a tear at the thought of the fight. I started to unpack my boxes and dust off the furniture. I caught my appearance in the mirror. I had changed a lot from those days. Lost some weight, toned up, changed my fashion and makeup. I sighed and brushed my hair out, someone was throwing a party on Nations street that my dad had said I should attend.

I picked out one of the dresses my roommate had given me for my birthday last year. It was a dark blue skater skirt with a black tank top sewn to it. I sighed and prepared myself for this. I didn’t want to tell my dad that Luke’s best friend was throwing it because I knew he would never understand.

I drove my mom’s old minivan up to the house the party was at. I mentally prepared myself to go in and walked up to the door. I opened it to find many young adults and teenagers dancing around drunkenly in the small space.  I wanted to die. I saw a few familiar faces that I chose to avoid until my cover was blown.

“Lois! Oh my god I can’t believe it’s you! I haven’t seen you in like three years!” Two big arms wrapped around me and shook me like a dog. I smiled awkwardly as more townsfolk stared at us.

“Wow, Michael! I haven’t seen you since my going away party!” I smiled, happy to see the six foot tall, crazy haired boy.

“Let me get you a drink, babe. What’ll you have?” Michael asked. “Y'know what? I’ll just give you the Clifford specialty.”

“And what might this highly alcoholic drink contain?” I inquire as I watch him pour more than four different types of cheap booze into a cup.

“A bit of everything, ma'lady.” Michael says, handing me the red SOLO cup. I forced a tight lipped smile and brought the toxic liquid to my lips. I coughed as soon as the burning liquid went down. “Yeah, it’s a bit strong.”

The party continues with old friends greeting me and giving me more and more alcoholic beverages. Towards the end of the party, me and Michael ended up on his balcony with some more of The Clifford Specialty. To say we were intoxicated would be an understatement. We were shit faced.

“Y'know, I had the biggest crush on you in high school.” Michael slurs.

“Really?” Michael shakes his head. “You should have said something Michael. I would have totally dated you if you told me. Why didn’t you?”

“You an-and Luke. I just figured I didn’t have a chance against him.” Michael slurs, putting an arm around me. “I think it was really shitty what he did.”

“Yeah. It fucking sucked. And then at the graduation when he said he wasn’t sorry.” I wiped away a tear.

“You deserve better.” Michael mumbles. I turn to face him, he looked beautiful in the moonlight. I slowly leaned in to kiss him, he leaned in too.

“My my my, what’s going on here?”

Innocence; Chenle.

Request: “Hey I was just noticing your inbox is open! Can I please request a Chenle scenario of your choice? Btw I’m only 14 and a smol child thx”
Genre: Fluff.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I wrote this as soon as I woke up, so I’m sorry if it’s really boring, okay?

You played with the hair of the smiley boy that was in front of you, listening to his voice as he tried to teach you a bit of his mother language, at the same time you would look su his cute expressions and felt internally how your feelings for him were growing more and more.

You were sitting with your back laid in the rooms walls and he was using your lap as a pillow. He had his phone on his hands and he was reading something in Chinese and translating to you.

“Stop looking at me so much, Y/N.” He would say and hide his face with his hands for a second before smiling brightly at me. “Are you even paying attention to what am I saying?”

“Why should I? You’re too adorable and I’m on my right to look at your pretty face as much as I want to.” You adore this guys with your whole life. You never met such a bright and positive person like him and with his innocence he won all your heart. He was always in your mind and heart and you already accepted that you were competly in love with him. The problem? He was your best friend. “Also, I can’t understand anything, why would I even try?”

“I knew I had to teach Jisung instead.” Both of you laughed as you keep caressing his hair softly. “But, you’re pretty too, Y/N.” His whole face turned pink and yours did the same thing.

“What do you mean, Chenle?”

“You just said my face was pretty and I was telling you that I think that you’re really beautiful.” He decided to sat by my side and then looked at me as he talked. Four every second it past my nervousness only kept growing and growing a bit more. 

“Thanks, Chenle.” You could only say, almost whispering the words to him because of how flustered you were feeling. You had lowered your head and tried your best to not be obvious with how extremely blushed your face was in that moment. But even trying was stupid.

Chenle placed his hand on your jaw and slowly moved your head so you can look at him in the eyes. His pretty smile was the first thing you saw and then you had his sincere eyes in front of you. 

“Y/N, I-I really like you.” He suddenly said and then smiled warmly at you, taking his hand out of your face to covers his in shame. And you felt like your heart dropped. Was he serious? You could never competly know what was exactly happening with Chenle’s spontaneous decisions and sudden words. But you had the opportunity in front of you, and there was nothing to lose.

You grabbed his hands gently on yours and looked at him in the most loving and sweeter way ever, already making his heart beat faster than never. Then, you hugged him and whisper your confession back, sighing when you felt all the weight that you carried on your shoulders all this time disappearing.

“I like you too.” You started, and then smiled slowly feeling more confident whenyou saw his mouth open in surpise. “It been some time now, but yes, I do have really strong feelings for you, I always had them.”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend, then? I know I can barely take care of myself, but I’ll try my best to take care of you, I promise, Y/N.” You couldn’t believe how adorable the guy you had in front of you was. He never failed to make your heart feel soft and at the same time make it go crazy. You were almost speechless and you could only nod excitedly at him, making bth of you giggle. “Thank you, baobei.” You smiled when you heard the new nickname he had for you and hugged your boyfriend one more time. Slowly letting the innocent hug transform in a spontaneous yet really sweet cuddle session. “You’re really important to me, Y/N. I’m really thankful for this opportunity.”

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a fic with a really sick Jason with a burpy type stomach bug with Noah taking care of him? Please please please :) your an amazing writer!!

“Are you dead, yet?”

Noah had returned from the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand and a fresh towel in the other.

Jason groaned miserably and belched into the bucket balanced between his legs.

Sitting up in bed to hover over a mop bucket wasn’t exactly comfortable. But it was preferable to bruising his knees on the cold bathroom floor like he’d been doing for the past three hours.

“Grim Reaper, is that you?” Jason croaked into the container, spitting a watery stream of saliva.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Noah indulged his brother with a sympathetic laugh. “But I brought reinforcements. Think you might be able to keep some of this down?”

In response, Jason released another sour burp into the bucket, panting noisily through his nose as he struggled against the surge of nausea.

“Later it is,” Noah conceded, setting the bottle on the nightstand. He sat down beside his brother and began searching for the remote.

“Stop — moving,” Jason hiccuped. “’S making it worse.”

“Sorry,” Noah cringed. “I thought TV might help distract you.”

Jason pushed up from the bucket, leaning his head back against the wall. His eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled a few steadying breaths.

“I know you’re bored, lobinho,” Jason swallowed, throat working rapidly as the nausea ebbed. “You don’t have to stay here. Your professors are going to miss you.”

“Nice try,” Noah smirked, switching the channel to ESPN. “Get comfy ‘cause you’re stuck with me.”

“Oh, great,” Jason deadpanned.

A commercial for Taco Bell’s newest monstrosity popped up on the screen, oozing chemically engineered cheese and sizzling with glittery GMO’s.

Jason gagged in his mouth and leaned back over the bucket with a low groan.

Noah quickly pushed the power button and patted his brother’s back apologetically.

“Sorry, Jay,” he winced, rubbing between Jason’s shoulder blades.

The motion coaxed up another wet sounding belch. The noise rumbled in Jason’s throat for a moment before he let it roll out into the bucket.

“Fucking — mmph —Taco Bell,” Jason mumbled through a sick hiccup.

Noah’s eyebrows shot up in surprised amusement.

Now who gets to wash who’s mouth out?” he teased.

“Shut up,” Jason slurred weakly. “That’s my — urrp! — one for the week.”

His next hiccup morphed into a much deeper belch. His legs squirmed over the covers as his stomach clenched, forcing up a small mouthful of bile.

“Jesus,” Noah grimaced, rubbing slow circles against his brother’s back. “I’m sorry, Jay.”

Without lifting his head from the bucket, Jason reached over to flick the side of Noah’s head.

“What the hell was that for?” Noah yelped, rubbing at the sore spot.

“You know — exactly what that was — for,” Jason panted.

Another burp gurgled up the back of his throat and he retched. A second later he was rewarded for his efforts by a thick wave of whatever was left in his stomach. The mess splattered loudly against the base of the bucket.

Jason’s muscles shuddered violently as he heaved and belched until there couldn’t possibly be anything left to bring up. The ordeal was intense, with no break to breathe and Noah was afraid his brother might pass out if he didn’t settle down.

“Dude.” Now he had one hand stroking his brother’s back and the other gripped Jason’s upper arm, holding him steady. “You’ve gotta breathe.”

Jason swallowed thickly, burped and made a rude gesture.

“Um, that’s two,” Noah snorted. “You’re really starting to rack ‘em up.”

Jason spat one last time and didn’t so much push away as slump to the side of the bucket. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, muscles limp with exhaustion.

“Water?” Noah offered. Jason waved his hand, gesturing for the bottle.

He sat up to take a few careful sips, swilling the last one around in his mouth and spitting it into the bucket.

“Thanks,” he breathed, muffling a residual burp into his fist.

“I’m gonna go, uh, empty this out,” Noah gingerly picked up the bucket, holding it as far away from his body as possible. “Don’t throw up, okay?”

“Don’t think I have anything left,” Jason slurred, curling up into a ball on the bed.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Noah retorted, gagging dramatically as the contents in the bucket sloshed.

“Smartass,” Jason mumbled into his pillow, low enough so that his brother wouldn’t hear.

jungkookayy  asked:

Oops! Sorry fam! Smut ofc hehe ;))

it’s cool haha

Originally posted by chocolatechanu

7.”That’s hot.”  &  8.”Don’t tease me.”


You sighed… Hips lifting and back arching as Hanbin’s length disappeared inside of your heat. You never got the chance to ride him, especially with his schedule. In fact most of the times you’d slept together had been hot, sweaty, quickies against a wall, in a closet.. and while you enjoyed them, you still preferred the bed on his day off.

Even then Hanbin was always in control. Missionary while he rubbed your clit got the job done but it had become… well, boring. So when Hanbin came to you, admittedly horny but much too tired to do anything about it, you’d jumped at the chance.

“That’s hot…” Hanbin says as he watches your breast bounce, your mouth hung open and eyes shut tight in pure bliss, trying your best to stay focused. “C’mon baby, speed up.” He groans,  placing his hands lightly on your hips

You know he wants his orgasm and you speeding up will bring the both of you too your end much faster, but this has been a long time coming, and you don’t want what could be your only chance topping to end just yet. So you do the opposite of what he’s asked and begin to slow down, rising your hips so that only his tip remains inside of you and sliding down so slowly you can feel every ridge and vein in his cock pulsing inside of you.

Hanbin groans, “Don’t tease me…”

But you don’t listen. You continue our treacherously slow pace and smirk at his frustration. His grip on your hips gets tighter and suddenly he’s thrusting up into you from below. “Fuck…” He says throwing his head back but keeping up his pace. His hips are unrelenting, slamming his cock into you over and over again, all traces of the tired boy who’d originally showed up at your door gone.

To be fair… he’d warned you not to tease him.

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