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Everything Has Changed (Part Two)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Part One

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

The sound of something steadily beeping in your ear brings you back to the surface of consciousness. You wade through the murky waters of your mind, trying to keep your cool when the simple task of opening your eyes turns into a losing battle.

Why can’t you open your eyes? Why does your body feel so heavy?

You grow more frantic as your body fails to follow through on any of the commands you direct at it. It’s not until you realize that something is restraining your arms that an overwhelming tidal wave of memories wash over your body and send you back underwater.

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Inexpensive Taste [Part 1]

A Min Yoongi Mini Series - struggling rapper AU. 

Warning: Contains heavy smut/ sex. 

A/N: Miyeokguk is a seaweed soup that Koreans eat on their birthdays. 



You scan the lines of your textbook again, a shiver slipping through your skin as you hug the only blanket in your house closer around your body. The highlighter in your hand is tucked against your lip, brow furrowing as you try and get your eyes to focus on the words that you were struggling to absorb.  Although your body is attempting to read, it’s like your brain isn’t an active participant in the activity - the distraction of Yoongi’s lateness home too much stress for you to handle. You allow yourself another glance at the clock next to the couch, it’s digits glowing dimly in the darkness of the trailer you called home. 9:57. An exact 4 minutes since you’d last checked. He was usually home hours before this…  

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Unexpected Stranger

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

“Are you sure this is the kind of route you wanna take? I mean after all, you have your pick at any girl in Villenueve.” Lefou asked as he watched Gaston wallow in ale at the tavern after another of his infamous failed attempts to woo Belle into marrying him.

Gaston lolled his head to the other side of the armchair to give him a half-hearted scowl as he sighed heavily. “They’re not the same, Lefou. Belle is the only one who intrigues me, everyone else pales in comparison to her.” He lamented.

“There must be someone else worthy enough for you.” Lefou exclaimed as he made a grand gesture of looking across the crowded floor to examine the ladies standing around and laughing with one another.

“How about her?”

“No.”

“Hmm, her?”

Gaston shook his head. “Forget it, Lefou. Belle is the only one for me.” 

Lefou looked on at his friend in discontent, not knowing how to make him feel better, not even an incredibly catchy song that ends in a dance.

Deciding to let him have his moment, Lefou sat back and didn’t say anything else on the matter.

The bar was filled with it’s usual ambience, small creaks of bar stools being bushed about and an endless murmur of conversations that all swirled together and created an overall hum to the place. One could only describe it as peaceful, until the front doors were unlatched and the distant howl of the wind outside came whirling in and distributed that peace.

Naturally, all heads turned to discover who was causing the disruption, they all must have recognized the person because in an instant everyone back to their own affairs.

“Who is it Lefou?” Gaston asked, his hand now lazily covering his eyes.

Lefou stood up on the ledge of the fireplace and looked over the heads of people, his eyes found the girl and his eyes went wide before he sat down again. “No one.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Lefou. Now tell me before I grow impatient.”

Lefou looked around before leaning his head closer to Gaston’s ear. “The old musicians daughter, you know, the one who used to play the violin for the Opera in Paris?”

“I never knew he had any children.” Gaston said, his intrigue piqued, leaning his head up to find the girl.

Lefou’s face contorted into one of worry. “Y-You really needn’t bother, she’s sort of…”

“I’m fairly certain the word you are looking for is blind,“Came a voice from the other end of the fireplace. "My eyesight maybe gone but that doesn’t mean I don’t hear every word you’re saying, Lefou.”

Gaston’s eyes followed the voice and he came face to face with the girl, his head immediately came foward. You were a pretty thing, he wouldn’t have been able to even tell you had no eyesight had it not been for the unfocused gaze of your eyes and the fact that your hand had a tight grip on a leather leash of the dog next to you.

Gaston cleared his throat. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of being introduced to you.”

Gaston watched your head tilt slightly to the side as an unreadable expression flickered on your face. “Oh, that’s new, I’ve never heard your voice before.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

A gentle smiled graced your face, and Gaston found himself eagerly awaiting your next response.

“I never forget a voice, a small perk that sort of makes up for the lack in sight.”

A smile of his own worked it’s way onto his face and he nodded. “I believe you. My name’s Gaston.”

“Well I’ve certainly heard of you,” You mused as your hand readjusted itself around the leash. “Regardless, it’s nice to make your acquaintance. My name’s (Y/n).”

“Lovely name, it suits you.” Gaston said as he took in more of your appearance. Your clothes were simple but in very fine condition, the colors of the fabric were more muted and toned down in comparison to those around you. But to him it made you stand out all the more.“

A tall man in a blue overcoat walked up to you and gently tapped your shoulder before placing a small brown bag into your hand before disappearing with a farewell.

"You must excuse me, I am only running an errand for my father. But it was very nice to meet you, Gaston.”

Gaston stood from his armchair and slowly took your hand in his own and placing a short kiss to the back of it. “It was very nice to meet you as well, Miss (Y/n).”

He saw the smile rise on your race before you nodded and tugged on the leath, letting the dog lead you out of the tavern with ease.

Gaston watched you until the doors close behind you, blocking your view from him, before he returned to his chair.

Lefou watched him get lost in his own thoughts again, but it was different. Gaston’s expression was soft and there was a certain glimmer to his eyeew that Lefou couldn’t place.

“Perhaps it’s time we head home?” Lefou said as he stood from his own spot, only to notice Gaston still stuck in his dreamlike state.

“Gaston?”

“Hmm?”

“Shall we head home?”

Gaston’s eyes focused again and he looked up at Lefou before shaking his head and moving to his feet. “Let’s, but on the way tell me more about this (Y/n) girl.”

Lefou helped him with his coat and hat before eyeing him curiously. “Any particular reason why?”

Gaston smiled off into the distance as they walked outside. “Because I would like to know.”

The Recruit (Chapter 29) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 106, Part I”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Aiden Breen, Ghost & Reader/OFC

Warning: male violence against female, torture, death. the usual.

Author’s Note: Watch Me! Also, thanks, thanks, thanks to @samann98 for allowing me to use her gif of Mitch straight up abusing that woman. Not only is her gifs great quality, but so is her blog. Go follow her :) She was an instant follow for me. Also, thanks to @obriens for that Mitch drowning gif. what a super babe, like, Linna is my source of all things Dylan and my love for her is undying for that. One last thank you to @sterek for Mitch with an AR, aka, my aesthetic. Really doing me fan service with these amazing gifs.

Summary: On the team’s first day in Rome, Ghost abducts Stan and sets the two young agents on a path that they cannot turn back from.

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Chapter Twenty-Nine - Chapter Thirty

Originally posted by agentrapp


“What is it you think we do here?” Stan asked, leaning back into his chair and looking from the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi to Mitch sitting across from him at the small table.

“Kill people who need to be killed.” Mitch answered nonchalantly.

Exactly. At least you get that part of the job.”

Play nice, boys. We were all getting along so well for a minute there.” You said dryly through their earpieces. Mitch looked across Piazza Navona to where you sat on the opposite side of the fountain, lazily eating gelato and people watching, trying to blend in with the tourists while actually keeping your eyes peeled for Ghost. “Wait, wait…. I think… Yea, no, I have eyes on Ghost. He’s heading towards the south end of the Piazza.”

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Goldilocks || 03

Rated T (language and suggestive themes)

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 1.3k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Well you didn’t have to go rubbing it against me, asshole.”

Link to: Goldilocks Masterlist  || Previous Part || Next Part

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“Fuck that. There’s no way you could have three fives,” Jimin throws down his half-deck in frustration, “Taehyung put down two earlier.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” you challenge, arching an eyebrow and staring at him over the tops of your three remaining cards. “Cuz remember, I am the QUEEN of bluffing.”

Jimin’s lip quivers, “This isn’t fair. Lying isn’t a thing you should want to be good at.”

“C’mon, Chim,” you coo. “Just make a decision.”

“Who knows? I could’ve been lying,” Taehyung adds, dropping an eyelid in a leisurely wink.

The oldest boy wails, slamming his forehead down on the table, “Why are you HELPING her-?”

“Hyung, she’s telling the truth,” Jungkook’s voice causes you to stiffen. You’d almost forgotten he was there. The kid sits to your left, so when looking at Jimin, to your right, you don’t have to suffer his awful smoldering gaze or that stupid golden fringe.

“H-how do you know?”

Jungkook fixes you in a curious stare, voice soft, “If I told you, that would ruin it, hmm?”

You’re about to start yelling. Why? You’re not sure, but something about his comment rubs you the wrong way and you want to shove it back down his throat. Someone else beats you to it.

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Helping Hand; Frank Castle x Reader

Prompt: Frank finds you wounded, recognizes you as one of Daredevil’s friends and takes you to the hospital. When you wake up you hear Matt thanking Frank for helping you.

Again sorry it’s not under a cut, I’m on mobile 😞

It wasn’t clear what had happened. One minute, you were walking to Josie’s, the next minute, you were lying on the ground unable to breathe. It felt like someone had hit you in the stomach with a baseball bat. You looked down, unsure if it was even possible to feel that much pain, when you noticed the blood staining your new shirt. “I-I got shot?” You mumbled, feeling a bit sick from the blood loss. You didn’t hear a gun shot, but you heard heavy footsteps as someone ran away. Probably to hide.

Feeling around for the wound, you tried your best to think of what Claire would do in the situation. You managed to find a small hole in your abdomen, right above your hip, and pressed down on it hard. Applying pressure sent another bolt of white hot pain through your body- you groaned and feebly used your other hand to try to get your phone out of your pocket. Did Matt hear the gunshot? Was he on his way? The only problem was, you weren’t sure you had even heard the gunshot, and now you were lying on the pavement nearly bleeding to death.

Mr. Phone, come on..” You whispered. With every second that passed you became increasingly more aware of the painful throbbing above your hip. It felt almost as if the skin was trying to puke the bullet back out. Mr. Phone was taking its time to turn back on.

You heard footsteps again, but this time, they were coming towards you. At a fast pace. The urgency to get your phone working increased by a hundred percent; what if the person was coming back to finish the job?! And why would someone even try to kill you in the first place??!

“Hey, doll, you alright?” A man stood over you. The first thing you noticed was his sharp features, and the concern written over his face. He squatted down next to you and saw the blood.

“Don’t touch it-” you rasped out and tried to sit up. A fresh wave of pain in a way you hadn’t felt before forced you to lie back down on the concrete. “Call an ambulance. Please, my phone.. It’s dead.” You lifelessly tossed the phone on the ground next to you.

“Yeah, I got it-” the man took out his phone and began dialing. With his free hand he grabbed your hand and squeezed. “What’s your name, sweetheart? I’m Frank.”

"I’m (y/n),” You whispered, a bit confused. Frank held the phone up to his ear and began speaking urgently to the dispatcher. “Yeah, I uh, there’s a lady here, her name is (y/n), looks like she’s been shot. She needs to get to a hospital.”

"It wasn’t a gunshot. I didn’t hear it anyway,” you interrupted softly. Frank looked down at you and squeezed your hand again.

Frank was silent for a moment as he listened to the dispatcher then he spoke again. “Yeah that’s our location. Okay.”

He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. “They said they’ll be here a few minutes, (y/n), so.. Just hold tight, alright?”

"No, you didn’t hear me, I said there wasn’t a gunshot.” Things became a bit foggy.

Frank’s expression never changed. “It’s okay, don’t worry about that right now. Look, do you have any pets or anything?”

"Yeah..” You mumbled and tried to think of your pets’ names. The only thought that was occurring to you was that you were really, really, tired. You struggled to keep your eyes open. You knew you had to, otherwise you’d pass out, but the thought was still tempting.

Frank leaned closer to you. “Hey hey, no sleeping, you can wait til you get to the hospital.”

"Yeah whatever.” You groaned.

"Listen, can you hear that?” Frank paused. “I think I can hear the ambulance siren.” His eyebrows furrowed together.

You could hear the faint sound of the siren getting louder and nodded.

Frank shifted backwards. "Hey, look..I.. I really can’t be near any authority types right now, they might, uh, well, I can’t say. I have to leave. You’ll be fine though. The ambulance should be here any second.”

A million thoughts flashed through your brain but you couldn’t comprehend any of them. “What? You can’t leave me here dude, I’m bleeding!” You groaned. The siren became louder.

“I’m sorry, (y/n), I really am, but I have to go. Now.” Frank let go of your hand and looked both ways down the sidewalk before standing up.
“You’ll be fine.” He repeated before stepping backwards.
You covered your forehead with your hand. Damn, why would he leave you? What could he have done that he couldn’t “be near authorities”?

“I don’t want to be alone,” You felt like a child.

Frank’s face contorted into an expression of guilt. “I’m sorry.” He bolted into the nearest alleyway as soon as the flashing lights of the ambulance caught your attention. It was zooming up the alley and came to a halt in the middle of the road.

“Help!” You tried to shout, but it came out a hoarse whisper instead.
The two men in the front hopped out, one going to the back to grad a stretcher and the other jogging over to you. “Are you (y/n)? We’re here to help, don’t worry.”
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Luckily an operating room was available the moment the EMTs rushed you into the hospital. They hurried you into surgery while trying to reassure you that everything would be okay. Before you knew it, you were under the anasthetic.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up were the voices. One was soft and hushed, the other was more commanding.

“What the hell are you doing here? Hospitals and you don’t have the best track record, in case you forgot.” You recognized the first voice as your friend Matt. The drugs made you groggy and you weren’t awake enough to interrupt the conversation.

“Murdock, I didn’t know she is your friend. I just saw her lying there on the street and called the Ambulance.” Frank?

“You can’t be here, in the hospital, someone will recognize you.”

“Are you talking as a lawyer here?”

“Enough with the sass, please, this day’s been stressful enough.” Matt sighed. “Look, Frank. I’m.. Beyond grateful that you helped (y/n). She probably wouldn’t have.. Well. I’m thankful you got her here in time and I don’t know what I- or Foggy or Karen- would do without her. It’s just that it won’t be conducive to her healing if a SWAT team comes in here trying to kill you, Frank!”

At that point you definitely felt more alert, but decided to keep your eyes closed to hear how the situation would play out. A SWAT team was trying to kill Frank. Made sense.

Frank exhaled and spoke. “Listen, I just wanted to make sure she’s okay. And to give her this.” There was a brief moment, then a rustling sound like he was pulling something out of his pocket.

“Her cellphone?” Matt sounded surprised. you remembered dropping your phone on the sidewalk after it wouldn’t turn on.

Frank shuffled his feet. “Yeah, she dropped it. There’s something else, too.”

You could tell Matt was becoming impatient by the tone of his voice. “What.”

“She said there wasn’t a gunshot. Or she didn’t hear one, anyways. A gunshot’s pretty fucking loud, isn’t it? Even with a silencer?”

“Look, she was probably in shock and just..blocked it out or something. Don’t worry about it.”

“Come on man, I was in the same neighborhood and I didn’t hear anything either. This group, the Hand, they have all these crazy weapons-”

Matt cut Frank off abruptly. “Frank, I think a nurse recognized you, I hear her talking about you. You really need to leave, please. Now.” The urgency in his voice was alarming. What the hell did Frank do?

“Alright, I’m leaving. You’ll give her the phone though. Maybe tell her I stopped by?” Frank asked, almost a bit hopefully.

Matt muttered, “We’ll see.”

“You always were a fucking ray of sunshine, weren’t you?” Frank laughed.

Matt’s reply was a bit more serious. “Just get out.”

Frank was silent as he left and he shut the door softly behind him.

“Oh come on, (y/n) I know you’re awake.” Matt groaned and you opened your eyes. He looked surprisingly disheveled.

“Who was that guy? Why are the police after him?” You questioned excitedly.

Matt raised his eyebrows. “None of your business. It’s lawyer stuff.”

“He was sort of hot though.” You lamented. Matt seemed to deflate in front of your eyes.

“I.. I can’t even deal with you right now.”

You snickered. “I was just messing with you.”

Matt ran a hand through his hair. “For real though. If you see him again, don’t even acknowledge him. Just ignore him, he’s bad news.”

However, you were already coming up with a plan to see Frank again..you had to thank him for saving your life somehow, right

The arm doc

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You’re Bucky’s arm specialist and he’s always making up excuses to see you until he finally asks the thing.


Originally posted by joseph-castellanos

You didn’t have much work to do; actually, you didn’t have anything to do. The only arm you cared about was not broken and working perfectly because you had left it like that and so you didn’t have the need to see the metal arm man again, not until he gave his 200% in missions and he came back like a puppy to your room.

You were just reading the newest paper that had come out about prosthetics and how researchers were making them more human-like rather than a piece of wood carved out. You had dedicated your young life to do just that and after being awarded a scholarship by the Maria Stark Foundation and a permanent place at the Avengers Tower and the Avengers’ Headquarters, you could say you were doing pretty well in life and that you were luckier than most people.

You had uploaded your videos about prosthetics on YouTube and by chance, Tony Stark had seen them. Knowing you’d be the best candidate for a job he didn’t know he just had: taking care of Bucky Barnes’s arm. It worked like a prosthetic one although a hundred times better. You got yourself into robotics as well just to not be a complete ignorant when treating your new “patient”.

But as you were completely absent in your reading, a fake cough almost kills you from a heart attack. You turned on your chair to groan at the object of your almost certain death, and it turned out to be the person you hadn’t expected.

“Did I scare you?” He smiled innocently. “Sorry if I didn’t, I just didn’t know how else to shake you,” he shrugged.

“It’s ok,” you sighed, leaving the papers aside, “what brings you here?”

“The arm,” he rolled his eyes, “I feel it a bit awkward.”

“Did you let anyone toy with it?” You asked. “No—not girls, Barnes,” you cut him off, “I mean like Stark, Captain Rogers or Dr. Banner,” you folded your arms over your chest and gave him an unfriendly glare.

“I’m too broken and fucked up to be allowed to be around the female recruits,” he lamented, “well, except for Nat and Wanda who are as fucked up as I am, but they are not the recruits, right?” He smiled wickedly. “You’re like the only normal woman here, you should be proud of yourself,” he cheered. “No, but really, it’s been a bit weird these days,” he dragged the other chair near you. “Can you please take a look at it?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded, “but let’s go where I can have better lightning,” you pointed at your table, or the operation table as you liked to call it.

You saw him walking and that sight of it made your heart pound. What a great ass the man had. You took your amplifying glasses from the desk and headed over to table and turned on the lights. He sat with his metal arm over the table and you started working.

You could notice how your breathing became slower and more silent; this was your moment of peace, working with the things you liked and with people who cherished your work. Being there was natural, and apparently it was also for him.

You saw him around the others, how tense he was sometimes, but with you it was different. He was different. He was as relaxed as he was with Natasha; well, they had something going on, or at least they used to have it during the Cold War; you weren’t quite sure and you didn’t want to find out either, it was not your job. He tapped his feet at the rhythm of The Weeknd; you were so absorbed by your work that you had completely forgotten you still had your music still on speakers.

“FRIDAY, do you mind turning off the music?” You groaned.

“No—I like it,” Bucky complained.

“Yes, but you keep doing that and I will fuck this up,” you sighed in exasperation, “let the pros do their job, got it?”

You two stayed in silence, hearing only your soft breaths. You could feel his blue eyes observing you as you moved some screws here and there. The arm had nothing, it was as functional as you left it a week ago when he came again when things were actually not working.

“So,” you sighed after you finished moving it, “you’re good to go, Barnes,” you put your glasses away and turned off the lights. “Anything else I can do for’ya?”

“How can I pay you for everything you do?” He asked, getting up from the chair and walking towards you. “I mean, you’re my doc—”

“I’m not a doctor, Jamie,” you giggled, “and you don’t have to pay me,” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “That’s what Stark’s doing,” you smiled.

“No, but you’re like my own arm doctor, and you’re always taking care of it even though I’m most of the time fucking it up so I can have a chance to see you,” he smiled just like a kid that had been caught doing something naughty. “Come one, let’s get some ice cream one day and… just have fun. This compound can get very dull sometimes, so…?”

“I hope you’re not bribing me into a date, Barnes,” you looked at him with an incredulous look.

“If things go well, we can update it into a date, but for now just a friendly outing,” he nodded gleefully. “Can I ask you for a favor though? Don’t tell Steve or anyone… not after we actually go out…” you rose your eyebrows in a questioning manner. “They’ll try to convince how terrible I am and how much you shouldn’t go out with me, not even as friends.”

“Perhaps they’re right,” you carelessly shrugged, “but I rather find out about that on my own… I’m a big girl, Barnes,” you winked at him, “and I would like to see if you’re so bad.”

All You Had to Do Was Ask

Tony Stark x Reader

Request: Am not the same anon asking if requests are open. a young shy girl who works at stark tower 2 help pay 4 college fees. She helps them out with cleaning, cooking and their injuries. Maybe a Tony x Reader, cause she wants to study science and is always asking Bruce questions in the lab, is to shy and quiet to admit her crush on Tony. she probably hasn’t got much experience with guys due 2 her quiet, dorky and reserved personality. I guess she could be good friends with Wanda and Natasha

Word Count: 912

A/N: For the first of my two latest anons. I hope this finds you, and I hope you enjoy it.


Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Tony just couldn’t understand it. He’s considered an expert in his field. Engineering, physics, that was his element. It was the very subject you were studying at school, but you never came to him with your questions. You always went to Bruce, and if Bruce didn’t have the answer, he brought the question to Tony himself.

Whenever Bruce would question you about it, you insisted every time that Tony never seemed open to answering your questions or that he always seemed too busy. Even if he was busy, he would make time for you.

It’s late one afternoon. Tony’s in the lab, working on some upgrades for his suit. The opening of the lab door pulls his attention up and to you as you walk in.

“Hey, Bruce, do you think you could help me with_” You finally look up from your notebook, eyes wide when you realize Bruce isn’t in the room; you look at Tony, “Where’s Bruce?”

“He’s gone to some conference with Helen.”

“Oh.” You mutter, chewing your bottom lip.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

“What?! No, it’s fine.” You take a backward step toward the door.

“(Y / N) …”

But you’re gone before he can even try to convince you to stay.

You avoid him as best you can for the next couple of days, but you’ve got a deadline approaching and Bruce isn’t back yet. You spend a lot of that time either struggling over your work or lamenting to Natasha and Wanda about your situation.

On this particular night, you take part in the latter.

“It’s because you like him.” Natasha declares, her signature smirk gracing her face.

“I do not.” You refute.

“Yes, you do.” Wanda interjects.

“I do not.” You say firmly, though you can’t hide the smile that begins to form on your lips.

“(Y/N), I am trained to read people.”

“And I can read your mind.”

You sigh, no longer seeing the point in arguing with them.

“I don’t get it.” Natasha says, “Why don’t you just tell him?”

“I don’t know. I mean, what if he doesn’t feel the same way? Then things will get weird and working here will only get more awkward. I don’t think I can handle that.”

“Or you could just tell him, find out that he feels the same, and live happily ever after… you know, more or less.”

“But_”

“Look, this is what you’re gonna do.”

From there, Natasha lays out her plan. It’s surprising simple but no less daunting. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you walk toward the lab, your notebook clutched tight to your chest.

Tony doesn’t even glance your way when you open the door to the lab. You stand in silence for a moment, watching him. Then you approach him slowly, setting your notebook down on the table and sitting beside him.

“Tony?”

He only hums in response.

“Can you help me?”

That seems to catch his attention. “I thought you wanted to wait for Bruce.”

“I changed my mind.” You shrug, “So will you help me?”

He nods, his lips barely turned up in a smile, “Sure.”

The next few hours are spent sitting shoulder to shoulder as you go over your physics paper. It might have taken less time, but you both kept getting distracted by each other. However, once all is said and done, things grow a little tense and a tad bit awkward.

You tuck your hair behind your ear, smiling shyly and looking away when you catch him staring again.

“Can I ask you something?” he says, turning to face you more completely.

“Of course.”

“How come you never asked me for help before?”

Be honest. That’s what Natasha said you needed to do. So, that’s what you were going to do. You take a deep breath and meet his gaze as steadily as you can.

“You make me nervous.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Look, I don’t have a lot of experience with the opposite sex of a normal caliber. I definitely don’t have experience with rich, handsome geniuses who also happen to be superheroes. I mean, you’ve saved the world.”

“I also put it in danger a couple of times.”

That brings a smile to your face, “That’s true.”

“That still doesn’t explain why I would make you nervous.”

This is it, the moment Natasha warned you about.

Be honest.

Don’t back down.

Just spit it out.

“Because all I can think about right now is how much I want to kiss you.”

You stare at each other in silence. Slowly, he begins to smile. You attempt to turn away, but you freeze when his right hand curls around the back of your neck and his left cups your cheek.

“All you had to do was ask.” He whispers, his lips now barely an inch from yours.

Your eyes jump from his to his lips and back again before you finally close the little bit of distance. You cling to him, slowly rising to your feet and stepping into him. His hands move to rest on your hips as your arms wrap around his neck. When you pull apart, he looks up at you with so much love in his eyes.

“I guess there’s no reason to be nervous anymore.” He says, smiling a little wider.

“I guess not.”

From that moment, you’re so lost in one another that you don’t even hear Bruce come and go from the lab.


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Day 4: “Romeo… Romeo….”
Words: 699
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Marinette paces the room, eyes locked on a densely filled packet of paper. In her other hand is a picture of Adrien Agreste.

She has never been a very good actor, and memorizing script isn’t a popular pastime of hers, but the chance to play Juliet to Adrien’s Romeo was too great a chance to pass up.

It’s not anything heavy, no kissing scene. Just the balcony scene. If Marinette or Meylen doesn’t pull through and nail the role of Juliette she would have to spend most of the class period watching Chloe lament about her love to Adrien.

It would make her sick, and be completely disheartening to hear Adrien reply with equally love struck fervor. Scripted or no.

It wasn’t guaranteed that Adrien would get the part really, but it was most likely going to be him, and just about everyone knew it. He could act, he was a model, he acted every time he does a photoshoot. Plus, Chloe would likely try and do something to get him into the part if he somehow didn’t make it.

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“I’m not sure.” Marinette jumps at the voice from her window, and turns around to face a very smug looking Chat Noir. “Can I take a message?” he saunters forward, head inclined with both hands behind his back. Looking all of the content cat he’s supposed to be.

“You aren’t my Romeo?” Marinette teases, punching the cat in the shoulder when he sidles up to her.

“Sorry Princess, I can’t tell you that. Secret identity and all.” he jokes.

“What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?” she stumbles around her lines as Chat examines her and grins wide at her effort.

“By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word.” Chat’s stopped grinning, and instead looks upset. Marinette’s eyebrows scrunch up and she purses her lips. One hand lifts almost unconsciously and traces the edge of his mask with her thumb.

If only he knew.

“My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?”

“Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.” he leans into her hand and he presses his lips to her thumb. But Marinette can see his calm start crumbling. His eyebrows push together, his ears pressed flat to his hair.

“Kitty? What’s wrong?” she asks. Some days Chat comes in all guts and glory but there are other quieter days where he slinks in and can’t seem to use words, the days where he just wants to watch a movie and be close to her.

“I want to tell you so badly.” he whimpers and pushes his cheek into her hand. “And I almost have but… god. You’d hate me. A- and you-”

“Hey.” she interrupts. “Anyone could be under that mask, I could never hate my kitty.”

“What if it wasn’t your kitty? What if i’m completely different? What if I’m quiet and shy and cowardly and what if you can barely face me?” he’s holding her hand in his, keeping it pressed to his cheek. Pretty much begging her to keep him close. Keep him with her. ‘I want to stay.’ it pleads. ‘Please don’t leave me.

Marinette drops the script and the picture -school play and Adrien Agreste be damned- and steps over it to press her forehead to Chat’s. She has to bring his head down a bit, causing him to hunch and her to press up on her toes but she hopes the effect is understood.

“Never.” she insists.

“Never?” He’s shaking, wrapping his spare arm around her hip, ignoring the tears rolling down his face. It’s a heavy question, a loaded gun pointing at him or her or both of them. Her other hand holds his shoulder, rubbing her thumb in what she hopes are relaxing circles but with the fluttering of her heard they could very well be too frantic.

“Never.”

Night series: My Place

My Place | Joe Sugg | imagine
Night series are a little thing I’ll be doing today because of The Vamps’ new album, Night & Day. It will be 7 imagines, one new song for each Buttercream boy, and you can check them here.
A/N: I was pretty skeptical in matching Joe to My Place, because Joe is my fav of the Buttercream and My Place is one of my favorite songs from Night & Day as well, so I thought it was my personal opinion getting in the way, but I really think that… Well, Joe is the older one and he seems to understand that love isn’t perfect and loving someone isn’t being happy all the time, it’s choosing that person after every fight, after every smile and laughter, choosing that person after all. That being said, I hope you all enjoy this imagine :)

⇢ Buttercream masterlist can be found here

“Joe, it is serious! For fuck’s sake, can you be serious for a single moment?” You asked him, pissed. You were trying your best to keep your voice down low, because you two were in the middle of the supermarket and you didn’t want to drag attention to both of you.

He laughed. “Are you fucking serious, Y/N? You can’t be mad at me because of this.”

You looked at him and rolled your eyes, deciding to not have that discussion there in that moment, knowing that if you two kept that going, you would lost your track and the whole city would watch you transforming yourself into a volcano, exposing that Joe Sugg had a girlfriend (probably you would be his ex by that time). “Fine.” You said at last. “I’ll pick the milk.” You informed, even though you were heading to the bread section and not the milk one.

Joe exhaled his breath heavily, you were being ridiculous. College was driving you insane and for the last couple months you were stressed out for every tiny thing that crossed your way, Joe was almost done with you. Maybe you two should split and leave that whole shit behind you. You could go and finish your graduation the way you wanted to be, he could go and… And… And do whatever he needed to do. He worked a lot and had his own issues to handle.

“Hey, you are Joe Sugg, aren’t you?” A girl asked him, rescuing Joe from his thoughts.

“Huh? Sorry, love, what?” He wasn’t paying much attention.

“Are you ThatcherJoe? From the Youtube channel?”

Joe looked one last time for you while you were stepping away, damn Y/N, before focusing on his fan and smiling. “Yeah.”

“Can I have a picture with you? Sorry to bother.”

“No, of course you can, it’s no bother.”


Joe was looking through the alcohol part of the supermarket, watching you talk to Y/F/N from a few meters away. She lived with her fiancee in the same neighborhood as Joe, so you always met her when you and Joe went out to do stuff in that area.

You loved her, however you had that smile on your face, that specific smile that you didn’t know that you had, but you did and Joe was the only one on Earth that could recognize it. You seemed to be having a lovely talk, but Joe knew that, in the back of your head, you were replaying the discussion. It wasn’t on the proper smile, it was something that you had in between your eyebrows that made him know you were slightly annoyed.

He was furious, he was tired. He didn’t want to deal with you being nervous about your studies with him, he didn’t have nothing to do with that and it wasn’t his fault that your teachers were crazy. Blame them, Y/N, not Joe. And, then, something passed through his mind.

You should be furious, you should be tired. He knew college wasn’t what he wanted to do, but you did and you worked hard for be in one.

Once you finished high school, you knew you needed to get out from your parent’s house, working to survive and find time for study as well. Somehow, in between the activities of your busy life, you met Joe and you weren’t prepared for a relationship. He didn’t have to deal with all your occupied life, still, it was inevitable. He would look at you with that smile of him and you would automatically smile too. The only reason he smiled the way he did was because of the sight of you.

Joe sighed. You were throwing bullshit at him all the week long and, well, he could handle that a little more. You were worth it, you two together were worth it.

He walked towards the conversation he was observing for a while and hugged your back. You immediately smiled and, while he leaned his head up yours, the little something in between your eyebrows vanished.


“Good morning!” You exclaimed to a sleepy Joe.

You had a wide smile in your face and held a mug with coffee in your right hand as you entered his bedroom.

“Why are you awake? It’s Saturday morning, woman. It’s weekend, have a break.” He complained, rolling in bed.

You went sit besides him, putting your open laptop on your lap to continue your text. Joe stood on his side of the mattress grumbling.

“You didn’t let me finish this work yesterday, so I have to do it now.” You explained, smiling still.

Joe smirked and gave you a side look. “Don’t say you don’t enjoy after-fight sex.”

You shrugged, hiding your own smirk. “I enjoy all types of sex, you know.”

“Yes, I know that.” He said with a laugh, seeming to be ready to finally wake up. “By the way, I loved the way you pulled off the Sugg merch.”

You laughed while typing, knowing he was only looking for your exposed legs. “The hoodies you guys make are quite comfy. I’ll send a feedback praising the quality of this.”

You decided to switch your position and, when you did that, the mug you held turned, spiting the brown liquid all over the sheets. You sighed.

“Y/N!” Joe exclaimed.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” You said, breathing heavily as you putted all the things you held on the bedside table. “Oh, fuck, why everything is going wrong in my life? I just need to finish this damn work. I’m just a piece of shit, aren’t I? I can’t even take a sip of coffee without messing my boyfriend’s bed, what’s wrong with me?”

Joe watched you having a break down, surprised. It was only a simple stain, he didn’t want you to feel that guilty. Maybe you were even more stress than he thought. He hugged you.

“Hey, calm down, love.”

You took a deep breath. “Sorry.”

He gave a soft laugh. “It’s alright, we can just put it in the washing machine afterwards.” Joe kissed your head. “It’s okay.”

“Sorry for being a bitch with you these days.” You felt tears flooding your eyes. “I’m so tired and I think the PMS is kicking in.” You admitted.

Joe laughed for real this time. “That’s fine, Y/N. You just need a break.”

“I feel bad now.” You sighed again, looking the stain.

“It’s just coffee, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but I’m frustrated. You know, I’m in college and, not being able to drinking something properly? Am I some sort of bimbo who is desperate for find some uprising youtuber?”

Joe rolled his eyes, knowing that you just wanted to light the mood a little, even though he didn’t approve that kind of joke. “I know that you are some sort of youtuber’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, yeah?” You asked. “Girlfriend? Who am I dating?”

“I don’t know the guy really, ThachingJonas or something.” Joe said with a smile while he approached his face to yours.

“Isn’t TrackerJohn?” You smiled as well by his lips so close to yours.

“I guess.” He whispered, before finally kissing you.

When you two stopped kissing, you sighed a different kind of sigh, it was a “I’m in love” one. “Thank you.”

Joe still had his arms around you. “You’re welcome.” He grimaced. “Hey, Y/N, when is the deadline of your writing thing?”

“Later this week, why?” You were confuse.

“Because… Hum… I had a lovely dream and… How do you feel about early morning sex?” He asked with a little smirk.

You smirked for real. “Well, Joseph… I enjoy all types of sex.”


Someone knocked the door. You grumbled, too tired to answer it.

“Are you waiting for someone?” You asked your boyfriend and, by his frowning, you could tell he wasn’t.

“No.”

“I’ll answer that then.” You gave up when heard the knock again, getting up from the bed and putting the pink hoodie on once more.

A few minutes passed and Joe started getting worried about you, so he decided to get up to see what was going on. He putted his boxers on and went downstairs.

Joe could tell that it was Mrs. Grimaldi, the pain in the ass neighbor he had from the other floor and she was probably complaining about something with you. She almost held you two for an entire day just because she wanted to protest about a party it was given down street. It wasn’t even in their building, for God’s sake!

“Yeah, I’m so sorry about the noise. I guess me and Joe just got caught up in the moment, I didn’t mean to be that loud, but I think you know what I mean…” You were explaining with your voice of fake-education, Joe smiled. He couldn’t believe you were actually saying that.

“Of course I don’t!” The woman told you. “Please, it’s none of my busyness what you two do. Actually, it’s none of the building’s busyness! We don’t want to know!”

You were getting sick of that lady. Joe said she was a pain in the ass, but you knew she was actually after your boyfriend. You could swear for your life, one day, she was even starring his booty. And that one time she was lamenting about a party someone had around the block, it was only so she could be touching Joe’s arm every now and then. You loved your man, but he didn’t even have much muscles in there! She could take her little hands and…

“I will try to keep quiet, Mrs. Grimaldi, but I can’t promise that really. Joe likes when I scream and keep things dirty are quite fun. You should try anytime.”

Oh, now you were being rude, Y/N. Joe thought, just before hugging you. “Hey, babe, what’s going on?”

Mrs. Grimaldi blushed by seeing Joe in his underwear. She was about to keep her speech of “you are a young loud couple” when he interrupted you two.

“Er… Okay then. Thank you for being so comprehensive, Y/N.”

Your smile grew bigger for seeing her so uncomfortable, Joe gave a weak laugh. Unbelievable.

“Anytime, Mrs. Grimaldi!” You exclaimed. “I’m sorry for being inconvenient! If it was all, you may excuse us, but me and Joe have some… Activities to finish now.” You concluded, leaving the woman speechless and closing the door.

You jumped in Joe’s lap and he held you. You kissed him. That lady just made you think how much you were happy for having Joe. He could be with any other person of that city, somehow he kept choosing you. You would choose him any and every time too.

“I guess that you won’t be able to finish your work right in this moment, then.” Joe commented, making you laugh.

“Weren’t you saying I need a break?

Nothing On You

Kara gets her memory temporarily scrambled, Lena stops by, and Alex and Winn get front row seats to a show of rainbows.

AO3 – Link


A/N: This one is dedicated to an asshole friend of mine that dragged me into this shipping hellhole and keeps throwing random fic ideas at me. 

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a/n: I suck, I suck, I suck. That’s all.

prompt: Bellarke + 15 - The new handyman is hot so I’m gonna keep breaking stuff

fix this broken heart of mine - part 2 [part 1]

A coffee cup rests on the table in front of her and she’s acutely aware of Bellamy’s boot pressed up against the side of her cute gold gladiator sandal.

“So, did you like the Dubstep?”

Bellamy’s eyes are twinkling over his coffee cup and she rolls her own. “Yeah, it was fine.”

“Just fine?” he scoffs. “I was going to admit that I actually quite liked Britney but now…”

Clarke giggles, a stupidly girlish sound that she immediately wishes she could take back. She’s twenty one years old, not thirteen nervous to talk to her first crush.

“Britney’s awesome,” she says, picking at her orange cranberry muffin. “And the Dubstep wasn’t so bad.”

Bellamy doesn’t respond, just winks and takes another sip from his latte.

“Tell me about yourself,” he says and she blanches. She’s not used to a forward man like Bellamy, someone that asks her for coffee or about her life with no prompting. It’s refreshing albeit a little scary.

“Well,” she blows out a breath. “I’m twenty one, recently single. I work at McMillan’s on Fourth as a waitress and sometimes bartender. No siblings, parents are still married. I think that’s about it.”

“That’s about it?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, why?”

Bellamy laughs and nudges her foot with his boot. “Because I asked about you, not your stats. All I know about you is that you listen to Britney Spears while you jog and have a knack for shit breaking down in your house.”

Clarke blushes, tries not to think of the few times she’s seen Bellamy over the past few weeks. First her ice maker, then the call about her dryer. But after that she accidentally snapped off her shower head (which he made fun of her for profusely), dropped a knife down her garbage disposal and somehow managed to lock Raven and Jaspers’ cat in her bathroom when she was pet sitting.

Yeah, needless to say she’s looked like a fucking idiot about 90% of the time she’s been around Bellamy Blake.

“You know,” he says with a smirk. “I was starting to think maybe you were breaking things just to get me to come over.”

She’s blushing, god damn it. She can feel the heat hitting her cheeks. “That’s insane,” she says. “What would make you think that?”

Bellamy shrugs. “Maybe the fact that I heard your friend tell you to do it.”

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Unnerving

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Zack Sabre, Jr./FC

Category: Fluff

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“For some reason I’m attracted to you.”  


“Can I ask why you are always staring at me?” You finally asked in exasperation having caught Zack Sabre Jr. staring at you yet again.   You were surprised to see a slight blush tinge the cheeks of the usually overly confident man.  

“I’m not always staring,” He mumbled, elbowing El Desperado in the side when he scoffed. Cussing at Zack, Despy stomped off leaving the two of you alone as you stared at Zack with a raised eyebrow, expecting a real response to your question.  It seemed everywhere you went Zack was there and you had lost count of the times you had caught him looking at you.  To say it was unnerving was an understatement, you kept waiting for something to happen.  Around every corner you expected some member of Suzuki Gun to jump you and you were getting tired of walking on eggshells.  That was the only reason you could think of for Zack watching you, though you couldn’t think of anything you may have done to offend the group.  

“For some reason I’m attracted to you.”  Zack finally admitted, keeping his eyes firmly on the ground as he finally confessed.  “I don’t know why.  You’re not my usual type, but there’s something about you that I like.” You stared in silence at him unsure whether you should be flattered or offended.  It wasn’t exactly the most heartwarming confession you had ever heard.

“Aren’t you going to say something?”  He finally asked when you just stood there staring at him.

“I’m not quite sure what to say….” You admitted.  “What does I’m not your type mean?  Am I not pretty enough for you?”  

“No!”  He shouted.  “That’s not what I meant at all.”  He sighed in frustration.  “God, this is why I didn’t say anything.  I suck at this.  You’re very pretty.  That just came out wrong.”  

“I think you better tell me what you mean before you dig yourself any deeper,” You told the floundering man.   Seizing his opening Zack launched into a long winded diatribe lamenting how he usually fell for the more quiet reserved girls, the ones who were content to take a back seat to his career and how he knew you weren’t that type of girl.  That he knew you were loud and opinionated and didn’t take shit from anyone so he was really confused as to why he would be attracted to you when you were the exact opposite of what he usually looked for.

“Did you ever think maybe none of your previous relationships worked out because you were looking for the wrong thing?”  You asked with a smirk when he finally shut his mouth.  “Maybe you weren’t made for a porcelain doll.  Maybe you need a woman with the guts to challenge you on your bullshit and call you out when necessary.”  You chuckled at the dumbfounded expression on his face as he considered your words.  You could practically see the moment in sunk in as a smile brightened his face.

“You might be right.” He conceded with a nod.  “With that being said, would you like to go out with me sometime and proceed to call my ass out when I step out of line?”  

“I can’t think of anything I would rather do.”  You told him with a wide smile of your own.  

#2 Dylan strome

Omg yay requests are open!! Can you do one with Dylan Strome? Where you two are best friends and when you two are together you’re both very funny and goofy, but then you leave, and all of the Otters chirp him for being super in love with you but never making a move? Haha thanks!

Song suggestion of the day: bull ride by magic city hippies (don’t ask its a good song ok)

Dyl pickle is my favourite nickname bc its so cute. Dont hate on my baby its not his fault he looks like that. Also he looks so cute in this interview im sorry its not my fault i dont make the rules.

Originally posted by smolsnakeking

You laughed as Dylan threw his arm around you shoulder and glanced up at him to find him smiling down at you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” you told him with a laugh.

“Oh now I can’t look at you now? Okay.” he replied with a laugh as he watched you shield the side of your face with your hands.

“No pictures, no pictures.” You snickered.

“If either one of us turned out to be a stalker its you.”

you dropped your hands and feinted hurt. “Is this because you’re mad I went through your old facebook posts?” you asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow.

“You sent them to everyone!” He complained.

“Anyone in erie wanna hang out.” you imitated, dropping your voice as low as you could.

“Oh shut up.” he rolled his eyes as you snickered. “you have to be nice to me, I let you borrow my sweatshirt.”

“You let me? You literally wouldn’t let me leave the house till i ‘put on something warmer’” you giggled.

“Same thing.” he laughed. “I felt bad that I completely annihilated you at mario kart.” he reasoned.

“You are a liar and a cheat.” you told him with a stern look as a kid raced past you. “Oh my god, look at sonic go.” you laughed, pressing yourself against Dylan as the kid almost bowled you over.

“Gotta Blast!” Dylan laughed. “Look at him go, thats fucking wild.” he commented as you watched the kid tear down the hall.

“Why he run? Where he go? come back sonic and tell us your secrets.” you lamented.

“Now we shall never know. Goodbye sonic, my sweet prince.”

You snorted at that, pushing open the door to the where the otters had decided they would have a team building cook off. Why? We may never know.

“Look who finally showed up, the dynamic duo themselves.” Alex smirked.

“Decided if we were gonna grace you with our presence, better to do it fashionably late.” You informed them.

You and Dylan were paired up with Dylans teammates Alex and Taylor. Alex was rattling off instructions and trying to keep the three of you from mucking the recipe up.

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My Type Part Five | Taehyung, You

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

I’m much more me when I’m with you

Bree now definitely looked forward to every chemistry lecture, especially the times after them when everyone would file out of the halls and only Taehyung and she were left.

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Making Bargains

@madasakuweek

Rated: T

Genre: Fantasy

Warnings: Extremely brief mentions of alcohol and death.

Sakura glided into the room on shaky legs, her heels clicking against the floor with every step. Roiling clouds of smoke choked the air, allowing the bitter scent of ash and regret to linger in Sakura’s lungs. Despite the fancy wall sconces, low hanging chandeliers, and polished teakwood flooring, the bar attracted a miserable sort of clientele—ones who preferred finding happiness in the bottom of a bottle and didn’t have any plans beyond the night. Drunken ramblings of lost riches, bridges burned, and wasted potential tainted the atmosphere. Patrons draped themselves over their tables and clung to empty glasses. 

Misery attracted misery, Sakura supposed, and this bar reeked of it.

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Chip on My Shoulder [Alexander Hamilton x Reader]

Length: 1173+ words

Genre: Fluff

AU: Modern Time

TW: Nothing~

A/N: If you’ve talked to me in the past few days, you know that I am obsessed with Legally Blonde (the musical), and I was going through the tag, and everyone was saying how Elle totally would’ve been besties with Alexander, and I totes agree. Seriously, the characters worked so perfectly in here! And I’m trash for Thomas x James… Sorry ahaha! Anyways, this was just a fun thing I decided to do to get over my writer’s block.. Unfortunately, it didn’t help much :/

Some would call you crazy. 

You digressed. 

You were in love. 

You had just gotten out of class with your ex-boyfriend, Thomas, and things were not going well. Not only had you been publicly humiliated by your classmates, but Thomas had also been rubbing in the fact that he was already in another relationship. A sigh escaped your lips as you saw your ex-boyfriend with his new boyfriend, James Madison. Someone he called more ‘serious’ than you- whatever that meant. He glanced at you while he passed by, an arm around his new lover’s shoulder, and a smirk on his face. You wanted nothing more than punch that smile off his face. Instead, you opted to leaning on the empty wall. If someone had told a month ago that you would be in law school, you would’ve laughed in their face and then shove the diamond ring that Thomas would’ve given you when he proposed in their face. Now, here you are. You had stalked your ex to law school, and nothing was going right. 

“Y/N?" 

You looked up, tears streaming down your face. It was Alexander Hamilton, the teacher assistant for Criminal Law 101. "Alexander,” you managed to say, quickly wiping away your tears. 

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