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Visiting Hours

Originally posted by caliciaporter

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Emotions run high as Spencer recives his first visitor in prison. Loosely inspired by 12x16.

Word count: 1,564

A/N: So, this is my first time writing in an extremely long time, my first time ever writing Spencer Reid, and my very first post on this blog!  It feels like it took me forever to write this, and even though I am kinda nervous to post this, I am also very excited. So here goes nothing! GIF is not mine, all credit goes to the original owner. Feeback is also greatly appreciated!


The steady hum of an air conditioning unit is the only sound filling the stagnant silence of the prison’s visiting room where you sat. Pulling the sleeves of your sweater down further over your hands in an attempt to subdue the chilled air biting at your skin, you allowed your eyes to scan over the rows of half window tables that filled the dingy yellow-walled room.

Despite working for the BAU for nearly seven years and having visited a multitude of prisons during that span of time, this occasion brought a pit of anxiety growing in your stomach. Most likely due to the fact that this visit was not to interrogate or book a suspect, but rather see your own boyfriend of five years.

The last time you had seen Spencer was after his bail was denied three days ago. The look of dread and apprehension etched onto his face as he was lead out of the courtroom was likely to be burned into your memory for the rest of your life.

The sound of a metal door scraping against concrete flooring stole your attention away from the illegible slips of paper hanging on the back window just to the left where the sound had been emitted. A prison guard appeared in your eyesight, a group of inmates following him into the threshold of the visitor’s room; and within seconds, there he was trailing slowly behind those who preceded him— your Spencer.

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I’m not cute, I’m hot

Not requested

Genre: 80% fluff 20% hot

Word count: 1 341

Summary: You should never insult Bambam’s pride… xD


The pestering feeling of the sun forcing it’s way through the thin skin being my eyelids woke me up from my much cherished sleep. Closing them tighter, I made an effort in trying to make the redness disappear from my sight but with no such luck. Instead I let an irritated groan escape my lips and pulled the cover over my head, wrapping myself up like a burrito. Relishing in the newfound darkness I almost fell asleep once more, that is before the annoying shit that is my cousin barged in without knocking and pulled my precious blanket off of me. I, being too lazy to move, remained in my spot as if nothing had happened, even though the goosebumps were evident on my arms and legs.

“Y/N-ah, come on. It’s already eleven AM, you’re wasting the day.” The 6 feet tall boy started jumping around in my room and I silently wondered if Jinyoung had given him extra nutella to his pancakes this morning.

“Yugyeomie, please stop, it’s too early for this, just let me sleep.” He evilly chuckled and before I knew it he had thrown me over his shoulder and carried me to the kitchen where Jinyoung was finishing the last pancake of the morning. He glanced at us just as Yugyeom put me in a chair and smirked a bit before putting the frying pan in the sink.

“You’re lucky I stopped Jackson from eating all of them before leaving. If it hadn’t been for me you wouldn’t get any breakfast.” He looked at me while leaning against the counter, an eyebrow raised and waiting for my response. I looked at him in exactly the same manner.

“Are you expecting some gratitude?”

“Maybe. He put up quite a fight.”

I gave him a sweet smile while I prepared to thank him extremely properly.

“Thank you Jinyoung oppa for saving some of your delicious pancakes for me.” While this sentence left my mouth I jumped up to him like a small bunny and used the most childish voice I could muster. The result was just what I wanted; Jinyoung, trying to hold a straight face, burst out laughing whilst clutching the counter and Yugyeom screamed as he cringed and escaped the kitchen. I laughed at them both and snatched the last couple of pancakes.

“Let’s go eat in the living room, I think Youngjae had a movie he wanted to watch.” Jinyoung led me to the couch that was occupied by Yugyeom, Youngjae and, Bambam. Sitting down with the plate in my lap, I started happily eating the yummy rolls filled with nutella as Youngjae started the movie. The film was so boring that after I finished the goods on my plate, I feel asleep.

I dreamed this time, which is very unusual since I never dreamed most of the time, and on the rare occasions I actually do I never remember them. The fact that I dreamed wasn’t the most odd thing that happened though; in the dream I was infatuated my Bambam, of all people. I have never, NEVER, seen Bambam in that way, and still, my heart was racing a hundred miles an hour when I woke up. That was the first thing I realised, the second thing that hit me was that my head was leaning against something warm. I awkwardly opened my eyes a bit more and eventually I realised that I was resting the upper half of my body against Bambam’s chest with his right arm supporting my figure. He looked down at me and our eyes met, a smirk appeared on his lips and his eyes held a very teasing look.

“Comfortable down there?” As the question left his mouth I instantly tried getting out of his embrace and his smirk grew bigger as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. What was going on, Bambam is like a brother to me so why are my cheeks so warm. I turned my face away from him in order to hide the sudden blush that covered my face, that’s when I noticed that we were alone and that the television was turned of.

“Where did everyone go?” I took this opportunity of subject changing to leave the awkward situation behind us.

“They went to get Mark, Jackson and Jaebum hyung.” I nodded understandingly. The three older members had an interview in China yesterday and the others must have gone to meet them at the airport. Then another question crossed my mind.

“How come you didn’t go with them?”

“Because you were laying on me.” I groaned at that and buried my face in my hands. He laughed at my reaction. “Oh come on, you were cute.” I just smiled, closed my eyes and let that comment pass without saying anything. Instead I sat down beside him again and leaned back on the couch. I observed him and for some reason he looked like he had worked really hard on his looks today.

“Why did you even put effort in looking good today, you’re just going to stay in anyways.”

“I have to impress people, duh. Why not bless people with my amazing face.” I rolled my eyes at that.

“It’s not like you have anyone to impress in this household in any case.” The smirk once again made it’s appearance.

“There is a girl in this household that I wouldn’t mind impressing.” The blush was once again on my cheeks and I hit him on the arm. “I’m hot and you know it.” A laugh escaped my lips and I shook my head.

“You’re not hot, you’re cute.” A gasp was heard from his spot at that. I looked over at him and he looked at me like I just committed a crime.

“Are you serious? I’m not cute, I’m hot.”

“You’re cute.”

“No, I’m not.” He jumped towards me on the couch, making me jump a step away from me. He continued jumping forwards until I was stuck between him and the end of the couch. He put his hand on the armrest and leaned in an inch closer.

“It’s the same with me dude, I’m not hot either, we’re both cutie pies.” He looked at me like I was stupid.

“That’s bullshit.” He leaned in even closer. Soon enough he was so close I could feel his breath on my face. “Take it back.” His voice was now at least an octave lower than before. I couldn’t get myself to say anything, my heart was once again racing too fast. “Take it back.” I still didn’t say anything making him smile a bit and lean in the last bit and press his plump lips against my forehead. I was shocked. Then he was back the the same position in front of my face.

“You’re not going to take it back, are you?” I only managed to shake my head making him sigh.

All of a sudden his hands were at my waist, tickling me. Now it was my turn to smirk at him. He always forgets that I’m not ticklish. After a while he stopped, thinking of other methods to get me to say it. Then he looked at me as if he was debating something and as soon as it disappeared he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap. He looked at my stunned face, admiring every single feature. Then he kissed my right cheek.

“You’re hot.”

Then my left.

“You’re sexy.”

My forehead.

“You’re beautiful.”

My nose.

“Just like me.”

That’s when he pressed his mouth against mine in a searing kiss that felt like it lasted for hours, when in reality it was just a couple of seconds. Once he pulled away he looked at me with so much love that my breath hitched in my throat.

“We are both scorching hot.” he cradled my face making me smile without thinking about it. “That’s why you and I would make a damn hot couple.” And with that he united our lips again.


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I Can’t Save Her: Part 27

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: a little angst, a little fluff, jealous Bucky

Word Count: 1809

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Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Bucky obviously loves Y/N pretty fiercely still. <3

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Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Originally posted by sensualkisses

After Bucky had left I decided to rest a little longer – my head was throbbing and the stress of our conversation had exhausted me.  As I rested my head on my pillow I fought back tears. I had never really thought that we would find Bucky, or that he would be willing to come back with us. I wanted to be angry with him – angrier than I currently was. I wanted to scream at him and really tell him how shattered I felt when he left with no explanation… how hard it was to find out about my parents on my own… how much it hurt me to think that he had left because he couldn’t be with me – a child of H.Y.D.R.A. What he told Steve was right – we could never go back… we couldn’t ever be the same people or have what we had before our terrible secrets were revealed.

I turned slowly on my side and saw Steve standing at my door with his hand raised to knock. He smiled at me softly. “Can I come in?” he asked.

“Sure, Steve,” I responded as I pushed myself up in the bed. I was relieved to see him.

He sat down in the chair next to the bed – his face etched with exhaustion and worry. He paused awkwardly for a moment – it was clear from his face that he wasn’t sure how he wanted to proceed. “So… Bucky – stayed here last night?” he was clearly uncomfortable asking, but his drive to protect me had overruled his desire to not meddle.

“Yes he did,” I shrugged.

“Are things okay?” he asked cautiously.

It was my turn to pause before giving Steve a sad smile. “When will things ever be okay, Steve? It’s not in the nature of our lives.” We lapsed into silence at this. Of course Steve knew – he was presumed dead for 70 years… and was found only to lose the love of his life and discover his best friend, who he thought had died, was tortured and manipulated into a killing machine. I turned to him – unable to keep all the torments in my mind to myself. “I told him I forgave him for my parents, and I think I do…. I know it isn’t his fault, but Steve… what if there is some small part inside of me that can’t forgive him? What if I can’t tell now but it grows into something more that makes me lose him?” I placed my head wearily in my hands. I felt like all the thoughts running through my mind were going to make it explode. I just wanted my mind to be quiet.

Steve remained silent for awhile – mulling over the things I asked. Finally, he turned to me with a serious look on his face. “I don’t think you can think that way. If you feel as if you can forgive him then you forgive him. Bucky will never forgive himself and will always seek penance for the wrongs he has committed. Leaving you the way he did… keeping the truth from you… that was wrong. He violated the faith and trust we both had in him when he did that… and it’s going to take time for you to decide if he can earn that back. To be quite frank – it’s going to take time for me to decide if he can earn my trust back. What I will say is this – without a shadow of a doubt I know that he loves you. I know you make him a better man, and I believe he makes you better in some ways too. You have both been through so many similar things and I think having that other person that understands that hell… I think it helps. But you need to decide – and you should take time to decide. Just know… whatever decision you make – I’ll always be here.” He squeezed my hand softly offering me a small smile.

I felt relaxed and thankful after my confession and Steve’s advice. Somehow saying the thoughts I had refused to voice until now had released a terrible burden from me. I felt lighter… and at the moment happier. I grabbed the remote and flipped on the television as we continued to sit in silence. It was nice to not be alone, but it was also nice that I could have a distraction from all things Bucky related. Steve got up from the chair and walked towards the door. “Hey, there’s a M*A*S*H marathon on. Wanna stay and watch it with me?”

“A what?” he asked laughing.

We spent the rest of the day lounging on my bed while watching the episodes together. Steve made snack runs as needed – refusing to allow me out of bed since it was the first day I was feeling a little more like myself. As the day ran into the evening I felt myself growing tired. I rested my head lazily on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me. It was a different sort of comfort from what Bucky usually gave me. After the fighting, sleepless nights, nightmares, and arguments it was just a peaceful day with one of my best friends. The best friend that would tear the world apart to find not only his friend but the man I loved – just to make me happy – even if he was still mad at him. I closed my eyes and sighed happily as I drifted off to sleep while Steve chuckled to himself – completely enthralled with the show.


The sound of a knock at the door stirred me from my sleep. As I was opening my eyes Bucky was pushing the door to the bedroom open. “Y/N, I…. oh…. Is this a bad time?” he asked, caught off guard. Steve had apparently fallen asleep with his head resting on mine and his arm still wrapped around me. He blinked sleepily at the sound of Bucky’s voice.

“Oops. Hey Buck,” he added sheepishly as he removed his arm from around me and stretched before hopping up from the bed. “I guess I’m starting to act as old as I actually am,” he chuckled to himself. “Goodnight guys,” he added before strolling out of the room.

I looked sleepily at Bucky with a smile that slid off my face as I studied his expression. His face and eyes were guarded – not betraying any emotion. “He’s still not happy with me,” he muttered as he neared the bed and took the place that Steve had occupied.

“He’s protective of me,” I added matter-of-factly.

“I know, doll.” He seemed much more distant now. His mercurial mood was something that I was typically used to, but tonight it was putting me on edge.

With a huff I pushed myself up to look at him. “What’s the matter? This isn’t going to work if we don’t talk to each other when something is bothering us, Bucky. And something is obviously bothering you.”

He smiled at me sadly. “You deserve to be with someone like Steve,” he whispered as he adverted his gaze from mine. My jaw dropped slightly. He had never been a jealous man – not in all the years I had known him, but it was obvious that he was harboring at least a little jealousy. “I just…” he ran his hands through his hair nervously as he huffed. “When I left… a part of me hoped that somehow he would take care of you, and maybe… maybe someone like him could make you happy. It was the only consolation I could give myself – that you would be with a better man, a man that deserved someone as wonderful as you – a man that could protect you. Someone that wasn’t me,” he added softly.

I wasn’t sure where to begin. A small part of me wanted to tell him that he had no right to be jealous, but I felt like the jealousy stemmed from his own insecurity. He had left – Steve had stayed. He was playing himself against his friend – something that Bucky had a bad habit of doing. I bit my lip as I thought about my answer. “He was there Buck… he was there and you weren’t,” I replied softly.

Pain flitted behind Bucky’s eyes for a brief second, but it was long enough for me to see it and realize how much he was keeping inside. “I know, Y/N. I’m so sorry,” he answered as he hung his head.

“But,” I added as I lifted his chin with my hand and looked into his sad eyes. “I love you. Steve is my friend, and he always will be – but that’s all it’s been and that’s all it will ever be. He helped me find you – he refused to give up until we did. You’re back because of him regardless of how mad he might be at you. He loves you too and you need to realize it.” Bucky grimaced sadly and tried to look away, but my fingers latched to his jaw – turning his face to mine. “You’re not a bad man James Buchanan Barnes. You’re a good man that was forced to do bad things – it isn’t the same thing,” I added sternly.

His hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled my hand from his jaw as he turned away. “But I left… no one made me leave,” he added sadly.

“You’re right, and it broke my heart. You broke my heart,” I could feel the hysteria bubble in my throat at the thought of the night he had left and the pain it had caused me. At this he turned to look at me – the closely guarded face had shattered giving way to a man that was hanging on to the edge by a string. “But you’re here now, and we’re together,” I added. I cupped his face with both of my hands and looked at him earnestly. My own fragility didn’t escape me, but when I looked at Bucky I knew his was much worse. I hesitated for a moment before bringing my lips to his. At first he didn’t move, but slowly his lips yielded to mine as he wrapped his arms around me. I had missed this – our affection. The electric feeling I had every time our lips met. It was still there – as strong as ever. As we melted together in that moment I was cautiously optimistic that we could make it work. That although things could never be how they were we would still find a way to overcome our problems, and somehow be better for it.

I should have known that it was fleeting. I should have known that everything about our lives would eventually be blown to hell, because that was the ultimate sacrifice of being an Avenger.


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The Oven Fic Ch.1

Heyyyy remember that whole thing about Genos the Toaster Oven

And I posted a wip about this but didn’t finish

Welllll here’s the rest of what I think will be Chapter 1 O:

(cut for length)


Saitama wakes up from his afternoon nap at the sound of the door opening. The front door makes a loud squeak and it always wakes him up, but Saitama doesn’t let Genos fix the door. He knows it’s Genos coming home when he hears that sound, and Saitama likes being awake to welcome him home.

“Genos,” he calls as he sits up from the futon. He leans over the pillow and stretches his neck to see. Sure enough, there’s Genos, taking his shoes off. The blond looks up at Saitama’s voice.

“Sensei!”

Genos drops his bag and runs up to Saitama. Then he drops down and kneels in front of him to meet his eye. Saitama stares into those beautiful eyes, black and gold and full of love, and he smiles.

“Hey.”

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The Fitting (Part 11)

 (A date with another man has you and Jungkook looking at your relationship a little differently.)

Warning: Dirty talk, sex, intercourse, oral, jealousy, hurt feelings… the usual.



Maybe he is already asleep.  

You stood in the hallway looking at your front door, hesitating to go inside.  Jungkook had been so anxious and jealous before you left for the evening, you were certain that he was going to be furious that you were getting home so much later than expected.  You told him you would be home by 11:00 pm but now it was after 2:30 am and you knew he would not be pleased.

He’s probably asleep.  

You hadn’t done anything wrong, so you weren’t sure why you felt so guilty.  You just lost track of time.  It could have happened to anyone.  It’s not like you were into that other guy you were with, you just got caught up in the conversation and time flew by.  Certainly, Jungkook would understand when you explained it to him.  

He must have fallen asleep early and that’s why I haven’t gotten any more texts from him…

 

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Strangers in the Night

Bucky x Reader Oneshot

Summary – Bucky meets an enchanting woman and spends a lovely evening in her company.

Warnings – PG-13 sexual situations, a few curse words

Word Count – 1,807

Notes – The first part of this will be from Bucky’s POV.  Don’t ask me where this idea came from, it just popped into my head one night before I fell asleep! I hope you guys enjoy!!  As always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!

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Originally posted by a-frappuchino-world


 Bucky’s POV

I had been sitting at a booth in the far corner of the hotel bar for over an hour waiting on the informant to show up.  I’d been nursing the same watered-down whiskey and staring at the leggy dame sitting at the bar to help pass the time. Steve was positioned in the lobby, pretending to read the paper, as he kept a lookout for the turncoat we were supposed to meet.  Jamison was supposed to be bringing us intel on Hydra’s movements within US borders, but it was looking like he wasn’t going to show.

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sierranovembr  asked:

Ok, but secretly married Tony and T'Challa. Tony is literally the only person on Earth with dual citizenship in Wakanda. Iron Man and Black Panther ass-kicking on the down low on their honeymoon. Tony helps capture the vibranium thief the Avengers later encounter in Age of Ultron and he has to make up some excuse after saying he knew the guy. T'Challa laughs for days when he hears the story and uses "There are conferences" to tease Tony all. the. time.

*cracks knuckles* Alright! I’ve been so eager to write this since you sent it, but finals, and then just too tired to write much, and then, you know, stuff, but it’s been a pretty good day and I’m feeling this prompt so hard! ;D

I didn’t really get to… all bits of it, and it kind of is angsty tbh, sorry. Not at all sure if this is what you were looking for, but damn it one day I will write the happy version of this prompt! lol

Timelines are wack, just go with it here.

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Tony’d gotten used to not having any kind of private personal life when he was a small boy. Howard hadn’t seen the point of keeping Tony out of the media; Maria had surrendered to his decision on the matter. Since Tony could speak, it was like his life had been on display, he’d been on display, nothing too sacred to the press.

Tony got used to being hounded everywhere he went, all his mistakes displayed for the entire country - and eventually world - to know. All his worst moments observed by outsiders.

He’d gotten used to… belonging to the public, instead of himself.

And then he met T’Challa.

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Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.
Throwing Cellphones

                    Feliciano gets himself a sugar daddy.

With only 10 minutes left to Tuesday, woo! Sorry guys, was doing things and got distracted :’D Once again I remind that I update Throwing Cellphones…very late into Monday, but it’s Monday none the less. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

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Hey remember those prompts I asked for? I’m still working through them, I haven’t forgotten about any of you! :D

I kept getting ahead of myself with this one and I had to keep doubling back to make sure I actually addressed the prompt, haha. But I like how this turned out. Once again, I’m incapable of short fills. Oops. Enjoy!


“Sickbay to Bridge.”

“Go ahead, Bones,” Jim answered promptly, beating Uhura to the punch. He’d been signing reports for three hours straight and he’d almost welcome a full allergy panel of hyposprays to escape from it. Almost.

“Just because you’re bored with your job doesn’t mean you get to mooch off mine,” Uhura jibed good-naturedly.

Jim’s attempt at a retort was cut off by Bones’s reply, “You need to get to Sickbay. Now.”

Bones sounded stern, like Jim had been avoiding his physical for a week (which for once was not an issue, he’d actually showed up for his physical on time last month, thank you very much), but for the life of him Jim couldn’t think of any appointment he may have missed.

“Jim.”

Jim paused at his tone; Bones didn’t sound stern, he realized, he sounded concerned.

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your right, there isn’t enough suho on this blog!!  and i think the studios, genius business major!Suho is just such a cute character to write about it!!
is it ok if i do a plot where you’re a notorious popular party-thrower and suho lives below you so one day he just sorta shows up at the door like “can you lower your music down, I’m trying to study??” and well you’ll see what happens from there~!
this is set in college!au!! and is also a prETTY LONG read!! 
warning: mentions of drinking, strong language, slight adult situations 

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Escape From Flatland (Bill Cipher’s Master Plan Theory)

Thanks to The Last Mabelcorn, we finally have the answer to one of the show’s biggest mysteries: what Bill Cipher is planning! Turns out he wants to create a bridge between the reality where the town of Gravity Falls exists and his own “Nightmare Realm,” so he and other beings presiding there can come through and occupy our world. However, despite learning this massive secret there’s still a number of very important things we still don’t know. Like what IS the Nightmare Realm exactly? Who are those other creatures Bill wants to bring through with him? And of course WHY is he doing this to begin with?

Based on other information we currently have about Bill, I’ve devised my own explanation. Strap in, folks. This is gonna be a long one.

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Collision Course - Part Three

Part One, Part Two


Claire stood looking at the walls of the fort with a heavy heart, hoping and praying she was doing the right thing. Jamie had been incredibly quiet and distant since she had told him the whole truth. It should have been a weight off her shoulders but it also seemed to be a confirmation of her fears Jamie had never felt more like a stranger to her than in the last few hours upon the road to the fort. He and Murtagh had been conferring but in Gáidhlig, probably so they wouldn’t frighten her needlessly until they had a solid plan.

Getting in itself would be as difficult as either finding Frank or getting out again once they had him.

When they came in first sight of the fort but still had a line of trees providing cover, Jamie pulled up and decided they must wait until nightfall before making their move.

“Jamie,” Claire said quietly as he hobbled the horses. “Can’t we talk about this?”

“I’ve a plan but half-formed,” he said, unwilling to look at her. “I’ll tell ye what I’ve decided as soon as it’s formed. Dinna fash, Sassenach; we’ll get yer man out safe and get the two of ye home again. I uh… I’ll go fetch water for the horses. I’ll think clearer on my own.” He strode hastily away leaving Claire alone with a tight-lipped and disapproving Murtagh.

She’d stood about pacing and waiting but Jamie stayed away.

“It’s a risk, I know,” Claire finally said aloud for the sake of breaking the silence. “But what else can I do?”

Murtagh looked up at her for a few moments and she could watch him rolling his response about in his mouth before finally spitting it out.

“The lad will gladly take any risk ye ask of him––whether he ought or naught––simply ‘cause it’s you doin’ the askin’. I just hope ye ken what it costs him.”

Judgment was heavy in his voice but Claire hardly felt undeserving of it and so kept quiet rather than defend herself.

“I have it,” Jamie declared as he reappeared some time later without the water he’d gone to fetch. “It will be a near thing but with a wee bit of luck, it will work.”


Frank felt cold and wet for a few moment before the pain seeped back into his consciousness.

“Welcome back,” Captain Randall sneered. “This would all go much faster if you could remain conscious long enough to answer my questions.”

“Sorry to be such… a bother,” Frank said around the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and felt the ragged edges where his teeth had cut into the flesh. The captain must have tried slapping him to rouse him before dousing him with water.

“I can’t decide whether your employer chose you for this mission for your inability to endure the sight of spilled blood––or at the very least, your own,” Captain Randall mused as he used a handkerchief to wipe the blade of his razor and examine it. “Or perhaps you simply know how to induce fainting in yourself and this is your method for coping with the pain. But you know… I will find the point at which the pain becomes too much for you to remain unconscious––it can be a tricky spot to find in one such as yourself, but I’ve found it before.” He grinned and Frank sighed with resignation.

This man would likely wind up killing him and Frank no longer knew if he cared; he couldn’t even take comfort in the knowledge that Claire was safe. If she had only been more careful in her trip to the stones, she never would have ended up in a place like this and he never would have ended up here looking for her. He could feel a small twinge of pride that he hadn’t given the captain anything. He didn’t exactly have anything to give up, of course; or at least, nothing that would have been believed. But he clung to his belief that he was conducting himself honorably and that his supervisors in the intelligence offices would be proud.

Captain Randall retrieved a whetstone and drew the edge of the razor blade along it. Frank refused to look, fought to keep his eyes open and his posture alert.

There was a sharp rap at the door that brought Frank to attention and a look of sharp annoyance to Captain Randall.

The captain gently placed the whetstone on the desk before rising but held the razor tightly in his hand, clearly ready to use it should the knocker fail to have good reason for the disruption.

The same corporal who had escorted Frank to the office earlier quickly saluted.

“Sir, there’s a woman here to see you,” he hastily spat out, his eyes flickering from the razor to an unseen point straight ahead. “It’s the one from the other day––the one came with the MacKenzie chief. I told her you was busy with a prisoner but she insisted you’d want to see her right away.”

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You Make Me Feel Better.

It was obvious by Kevin’s facial expression he wasn’t in the best mood. Head bowed and eyes practically just watching his feet, he didn’t have the same smile he usually sported when I saw him in these brief moments in the hall.

It was beginning to approach 12 a.m. and that was probably obvious by the nightwear I wore, the short skirt riding up my thighs and my shirt uncomfortably revealing my cleavage. ‘Tis what happens when you allow your friends to influence your dress before a night out.

Kevin was in contrast wearing a hoodie and sweats as if he was fresh out of the showers after a game.

Oh! Game!

“Bad game, huh?”

Maybe it wasn’t the best way to approach a guy who looked like he wanted to take his own head off but I was never really too good at comforting conversations. I grew awkward, my eyes wandered in hopes that conversation would be interrupted, my hands grew warm. Comforting was not my sort of thing.

Kevin looked from the keys in his hand as he was close to inserting them into his door lock and looked towards me, standing in front of my own door with my hotel room key tucked into my palm. “Bad game is an understatement,” he grumbled with a sarcastic bit of laughter. He returned his attention to putting the key in his door and turned the lock, not bothering to engage me in any further conversation before he closed the door behind him.

Stuck on what exactly to do, I did the same as him and settled into my own home. The door closed quickly behind me though I struggled with the idea of walking over to his door and knocking, forcing my way inside. I tried to tell myself he was in a bad mood and he didn’t want to be bothered but that didn’t help any.

An idea popped into my head and I quickly rushed over to my kitchen. The first thing I grabbed was the package of cookies I had been enjoying the last 24 hours and though my eyes scoured my cabinets for another treat to enjoy I couldn’t find anything else worthwhile. Taking the bag of cookies, I grabbed for my key and headed out of my room towards Kevin’s closed door.

I wasn’t even sure he would answer but I was hoping he would because any other response would be downright embarrassing. I gave the door a soft few taps and stood back, hoping that soon after the door would swing open to reveal him on the other side.

It did.

He didn’t open the door unusually wide to welcome me inside, instead peaking his head out to address me. “Yes?”

I gave off a short laugh. “Can I come in or are you occupied?”

It must have been obvious that it was going to take a hell of a lot more than his short conversation in order to get me away from this door so he simply pushed it open wider and allowed me inside, closing the door behind me. “Shouldn’t you be off to sleep?” He said as he walked behind me. I decided to make myself comfortable on the small chair.

“Why? It’s not that late. You’re awake. Want a cookie?” I held out the small bag of chocolate chip and sugar cookies but he shook his head to the offer. “No thanks.”

“Oh come on, Kevin! Lighten up. Eat a cookie.” Now that he was seated next to me I took a cookie into my hand, straddling one of his legs as I brought the cookie closer to his lips. “Just one bite.” He tried to move his head in the other direction but was unsuccessful as I simply moved with him, forcing the cookie against his lips though he wouldn’t dare part them to take a bite. “You know you want to. Come on.”

“I don’t want a cookie,” he said while keeping his lips nearly closed so as not to give me the satisfaction of being able to feed it to him.

We may have only known each other since becoming hotel room neighbors but in that short time I had grown comfortable with Kevin Trapp. We may not have hung out all that often, largely due to his schedule, but it bothered me to see him visibly upset as he was and I was going to do anything in my power to get him to smile.

I dropped the cookies and decided on a different plan of action. I grabbed for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me in simply my bra. “Wow. It’s hot in here,” I used as a way to cover my actual intention though I was sure it didn’t really work.

“Please…” he began though I didn’t let him continue on much longer.

“Do most women usually use sex as a ploy to get you to feel better after a bad game?” I dropped my leg over his other thigh so now I was completely straddling him, bringing my busty breasts level with his now entranced eyes. I was no good at talking to make someone feel better but this? This I could do.

“I wouldn’t know…” His statement trailed as his eyes continued to trace over various parts of my body.

“Fuck me until you feel better,” I moaned seductively in his ear. My hands dropped to his lap where I knew his member lied beneath his layers of clothing. His teeth began to nip at the sensitive parts of my neck, my head immediately dropping back to allow him all of the access he needed to continue.

I could feel myself growing warm at the thought of feeling him inside of me, wanting to cling to his arms as he forced pleasurable moans to leave my body. His kisses stopped for a moment to ask, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely.” I didn’t want to tell him I had thought about him coming over to my room late night plenty of times, probably since the first time I saw him. I kept my lustful thoughts in mind rather than speaking them aloud. He’d know soon just how ready I was.

In a flurry, our clothes were removed until there stood nothing between us. With my legs wrapped around his waist, Kevin carried me towards his bedroom which was a much more comfortable position than the small chair we were initially crammed in.

“Me. On top,” I breathed out between his passionate kisses and he abided by my wishes, flipping us over so I was now the person on top. We stopped for a moment to make sure we had protection, sliding it onto his member before I soon followed suit, my body already warmed and relaxed thanks to his wandering fingers.

My breath escaped me for a moment as he filled me, my body adjusting to his size before I began to rotate my hips in a circular motion. My hands steadied themselves against his chest as I continued while his hands gripped possessively onto my hips, his nails practically digging into my skin but I didn’t care. The only feeling I was focused on was his thrusts inside of me as he brought his hips up to match my rhythm.

I could barely keep my eyes open long enough to look back at him, his stare intent on looking up at me while my eyes somewhat rolled back due to the pleasurable feeling he was causing. We continued in that position for a moment longer before he was holding onto me and flipping me over, now making sure he was the one on top. He definitely took over from there.

His speed increased and that pent up aggression he was feeling was now being released onto me in the most delightful way. Moans spewed from my mouth so fast I hadn’t even realized I had let his name slip past my lips until it was too late but it seemed it was just what he wanted as he sped up his strokes in response.

My heartbeat sped up and I could feel the muscles in my body tightening and contracting, ready for me to release. Right on cue, Kevin followed, our bodies releasing at nearly the same time as he rested on top of me to catch his breath. I took the break in the action to do the same, my head dropping back comfortably against his pillow.

“What a way to make me feel better, huh?” He said with his lips near my ear.

I giggled. “I told you I would.”

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Request: Could you do one where the reader is staying with Bobby, and is like his daughter, and then Sam and Dean come and meet her and Dean falls for her after they argue or something (just fnny)? And can you please make her super badass!

Request: Monday!! Could you write a one shot where tfw finds out you’re a vegan?   

Request: Hi. I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is in college and has to read Shakespeare for homework(like Henry V or something) and Dean teases her ‘cause she actually likes the stuff, and he wants to do something, so he offers to read to her in order to pick up the pace and he reads the language and is like “WTF” and she translates in funny normal summaries. She falls asleep and he kisses her cheek and whispers a line verbatim? Also, the reader’s in electric wheelchair? Thank You!!!

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request - woozi angst

thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy it~

for @youlovetrash

To be perfectly honest, the library isn’t exactly the best place to be studying, contrary to popular belief. It’s more of a “I’m trying to make myself feel like I’m actually studying and doing my work instead of taking a Buzzfeed quiz to find out which vegetable I am because of the fact that I’m in a library” kinda thing. It doesn’t seem to be working out for you. The guy across the huge oak table with the odd peach pink hair doesn’t seem to be in good shape either.

You watch as he attempts for what seems to be the 5th time in as many minutes to unsuccessfully draw a diagram of some sort. It’s kind of funny, really, because every time he gets a line wrong he scribbles all over the paper, rips it out of his notebook and crumples it into an oddly misshapen ball which he then launches into the bin without fail quite admirably. He’s about to take aim just as a couple, looking more than slightly intoxicated, strolls through the library’s thick glass doors. For a second everything is liquor and cigarette smoke. (As artificial as you think the library’s “lavender air freshener” is, you’d take it over this.)

He throws it anyway, and misses.

There’s the sound of something being knocked over in the far corner near the staff room. Strawberry Guy clicks his tongue, leans over to pick up his failed goal and scrunches his face up instead of the paper in his hands.

“Can you hear that?” he grimaces as softly as possible. It takes you a moment to realise that it’s directed at you, but the sounds of people getting it on are as clear as day. It’s kind of disgusting, you motion back, wincing.

There’s the sound of plasticky paper ripping and you know for a fact that it’s not candy.

You cringe and try to block out the noise as best you can with no earphones, but for some reason whenever you start to avoid something it just becomes louder and more obvious. It’s terribly annoying. And gross. There’s nothing you can do about it but move somewhere else, and Fellow Sufferer from across the table seems to have gotten a similar idea.

You and Failed Diagram Boy escape the library, which at the moment was being occupied very well by two not-so individuals. There’s a small cafe down the corridor. It’s cozy and aesthetically pleasing, yet almost always has a queue of half dead college students trailing out the door. It kind of ruins the image.

Connected by a bond of sympathy for what an awkward experience you both have had, you head towards the cafe in hopes of washing away the memories of the recent events with a bitter cup of cheap coffee. As you’re walking down the linoleum floors of the corridor, you notice how vertically challenged Strawberry Guy is. He barely reaches your ears and with the way he carries his backpack, he looks just like a primary schooler. However, the circles under his eyes and the almost permanent grimace pasted to his face really beg to differ.

You both line up and join the train of barely-adults with shoulders that seem to slouch impossibly low underneath the weight of their student loans. An awkward silence wraps around the both of you. It’s suffocating.

But seriously, what are you going to say? “Boy, those two were really at it!” “Can’t wait to erase my memories of the last half an hour with a litre of triple shot black coffee! What about you?” You end up getting caught on this issue and completely forget you don’t nearly have enough spare change to buy that litre of caffeinated memory wipe.

But by this time, you’re already at the front of the line.

The cashier looks you straight in the eye, and with an all too bright smile, says, “Welcome to Orange Caramel, what may I get you?”

You’re about to leave because it’s not socially acceptable to buy something without paying, until Strawberry Shortcake swoops in and orders two cappuccinos. You look at him with the most astonished look you can muster, but it mustn’t have been very impressive because he simply shrugs it off and replies with, “You looked quite lost and I assumed you hadn’t been here before. I’ll pay for this one, don’t worry.”

He does indeed pay for the coffee, as well as several more following that day.

It becomes sort of routine.

He goes from “Strawberry Guy” to “Jihoon” to “jagiya”.

It doesn’t take more than 4 months. That’s how that one line goes, isn’t it? You fall in love the way you fall asleep- slowly, then all at once. That’s how it is with you two. That’s how the cappuccino leads to “so, tell me more about yourself.” That’s how the “hey, I guess I should get your number” leads to good night texts with Jihoon replying at some unholy hour of the night (you sleep so late, that’s why you never grow, you say, fully expecting to be hit over the head with his guitar.) That’s how the casual handshake leads to the awkward nose-bump you two like to think of as your first kiss, set against the familiar backdrop of coffeeshop bustle where you first met.

As soon as you know it, it’s your one year anniversary. It’s amazing how awkwardly standing in line at a coffee shop after fleeing from an untimely event of another’s lust would lead to holding hands and laughing at inside jokes together. You pull up outside the library, dressed in whatever you could find that didn’t smell like “I haven’t been bothered to do the laundry all week because I’ve been stressing over this very day.”

Your heart is beating in anticipation. Texts were agreed to not be exchanged as you both wanted to keep your surprises for the other a secret. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now you would kill to be able to talk to Jihoon. Even though you’re confident that he would turn up, there’s this nagging feeling at the back of your mind that something would happen and you’d be left all alone again.

You shove that thought back into the crevices of your brain and ignore it, and begin to distract yourself with the gift you got your boyfriend. It’s not much, but you tried. A new sweater, a box of strawberry chocolates, and just for fun, a book titled, “How to Draw Diagrams: For Dummies”. You stifle a laugh and begin waiting for the only and only Lee Jihoon.

At this very moment, said Lee Jihoon was busy fussing over which bouquet of flowers to buy for you. He sped from one cluster to another. Too cliche, too small, looks like my hair, too weird. He’s almost 15 minutes late by the time he finally picks a bouquet of balsams - Jihoon had never heard of these before, but the shopkeeper said they were good for important dates - and dashes to his car as fast as his small legs could carry him. He slams the car door shut, chucks the bouquet over to the passenger seat, and almost knocks over an elderly woman in his attempt to reach the library in time.

You’re still waiting outside the library, preoccupying yourself with trying to guess the password to any of the available wifi connections. That thought from before is becoming too big, too big to ignore now. It’s been what, 20 minutes already? Jihoon is usually fashionably late but this is worrying. Your chest quavers at the thought of the things that could happen. Either this day would go amazingly well, and that all of your previous worries were wrong, or that this day would turn out to be horrible. Let’s hope it’s the former.

He’s impatiently waiting at a red light when it happens. His feet are tapping, his knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel too tightly, and his brows are furrowed in frustration. Much to his relief, the light goes green, and he speeds across the road.

However, there’s a car heading straight for Jihoon’s. The driver is more than intoxicated, and his sloppy driving skills are leading him on a one way track towards something bad.

The last thing Jihoon sees is a car coming in from the right, and his freshly bought bouquet as it flies up in the air as he blacks out.

An hour passes. Then two. Then four. By now, you’re sitting slouched against the library’s stone wall, tears threatening to burst. You’ve gotten no messages from Jihoon, no calls, no nothing. You expect to look up and see Jihoon there, with his perfectly dyed hair and his short stature smiling fondly down at you. It’s a wonderful thought, but as you look up, your eyes are met with several raindrops. You flinch and run back to your car, as the clouds above you unleash buckets of water.

It’s only until the car door closes that you start to cry. The rain splashes against the windscreen as you furiously try to stop the endless stream of tears rushing down your face. It’s ugly, it’s pathetic, it’s hopeless. You’ve been betrayed by the one who said they loved you. He’s probably moved on by now. Found someone new, someone nicer, someone better. He probably just wanted to wait until this day to break it to you. What an asshole. Jihoon still hasn’t texted or called you about the news. It doesn’t matter, you get it already. There’s no need for clarification.

—-

When Jihoon wakes up, there’s a blank space in his memory. Amnesia, they call it. He remembers right up to the day before his statistics exam, when he tried perfecting that stupid diagram but ended up ripping out half of his exercise book. And that’s it. He knows there’s something, someone important that he knows he’s missed, but for the love of God, he doesn’t know who. What had happened in the past year was all gone, and that hole in his memory had left a bigger hole in his heart.

—-

It’s not until a month later that you return to the library. Not for a date, but for studying. By now you’ve accepted the fact that Jihoon’s probably found someone new. He’s probably even moved to the next city because you haven’t seen a trace of him anywhere. The stuff he left at your place is still there, but instead of being strewn about, it’s packed neatly in a cardboard box, stuffed under your bed.

You sit in the same seat as you did when you first met Jihoon. The same table, the same books, the same lighting, the same pink haired boy sitting on the other side of th-

Wait.

This is more than just a rush of nostalgia. You jump up from your seat and rush towards the all too familiar person sitting across from you. Is it him? It has to be. You’d know that face anywhere.

You wrap your arms around the boy, and much to his surprise, kiss his cheek. All the feelings you used to have about Jihoon come crashing back. It’s uncomfortable, but welcome. It’s like trying on a pair of your old shoes.

“Where were you?” “I was so worried, never do that again!” “How could you do that to me?” You stand up, shaking him by the shoulders. Your eyes are glassy from the flood of memories, his are blank and dry.

Jihoon’s never really been one for public displays of affection. But the way he removes your hands is more than just shyness. It’s the same stiff gesture you use around people you don’t know well- distant family members, acquaintances, strangers.

It’s okay, you tell yourself. Maybe- maybe he’s forgotten what we used to be like. I’ve been trying to get over it too.

He opens his mouth to speak. Maybe he’ll say something like “I’m sorry.” Maybe something like “I didn’t mean to.”

Maybe even something like “I still love you.”

The last thing you expect to hear is, “Sorry, do I know you?”

First Times

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Request: Do you write for Cas? If so could I request Cas x Reader first time having sex?

Pairing: Cas x reader

Word Count: 1,989

Warnings: smut

A/N: Nice, kinda cute smut


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anonymous asked:

Meeting Genji in the golden days of Overwatch, + having a huge crush on him but he's angry and unresponsive

A/N: Alternately, “The four times Genji Shimada was angry and unresponsive, and the one time he wasn’t”.

First meetings are always tricky; the handshake, the eye contact, the words you put in your mouth. For Genji, it’s little more than a necessary nuisance of working with a group, and with Doctor Ziegler so close by he knows he must play nice. And, you do nothing wrong – you smile pleasantly and bow first, then shake his hand while expressing your eagerness to work with him in the future. Genji nods politely, but the moment no one’s looking, he rips his hands from yours and stalks off. And you don’t let it bother you, you know a bit about what happened and you know he’s only trying to adjust. So when you find him up on the balcony in the middle of the night, you quietly join him while looking out over the bay.

“Pretty nice view, I never get tired of it.” You say, drinking in the smell of the sea.
Genji says nothing, not like you expected him too. The silence stretches on for a few minutes until Genji releases a long sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly.

“…why are you here?”

“Enjoying the view. Like you, presumably.”

“Presumably.” He echoes hollowly. “I do not require your pity.”

“Who said I pity you?”

“Why else would you be here when you are otherwise unwanted?” he grounds out and you lean away from the railing and raise your hands over your head.

“If you want me gone, I’m gone, Shimada-san. Goodnight.”

He doesn’t wish the same.

The first time you save his life, Doctor Ziegler commends you on Genji’s behalf. But the half or so dozen times afterwards, you guess she encouraged him because his way of thanking you involved a barely whispered “arigatou” before he breezes off towards the next target. And it quickly becomes an issue. Genji is fast, like, stupid fast. If he’s on missions that do not involve dealing with his clan, Genji wants the mission over in five seconds, no on can keep up with him besides you. And after weeks of saving his ass, you meet up on the balcony again and again, he mostly ignores your presence. He only turns as you change bandages, eyes focused on the horizon.

“It was your own fault,” he intones.

“You’re welcome by the way. I could’ve lost this arm while yours could’ve been replaced.” It’s harsh to say but at least Genji’s body language goes from passive to aggressive super fast.

“I did not ask you to take a hit for me.”

“You don’t need to. We’re a team, Shimada, and we all get out alive or not at all: Stand together, die together.”

Genji says nothing.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you actually wanted to die.”

“I do.”

“Genji.”

“Leave.”

When he saves your life, it is not a good experience. The mission is completed and no one is gravelly hurt but he takes precious time out of his usual routine of avoiding everyone to corner you. Just by the way he moves, you know this isn’t going to be a good conversation and you wisely and wordless convey to Tracer that she should leave. Then you and Genji meet up on the balcony where he stands with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You were needlessly reckless today.”

“Astute observation, I will work to improve myself.” You intone, mirroring his unimpressed tone.

“I will not always be around to rescue you.”

“Nor do I need rescuing, was there a point to this conversation?”

Genji’s fists tightened around his arms and for a moment, you almost feel bad but he inhales deeply, summons his arrogance and then bullshit flies out of his mouth.

“Then next time I will let you die, if your value your life so little.”

“That’s pretty rich coming from you, Genji.” It’s the first time you’ve used his name, the first time he’s heard it come out of your mouth and you savour the taste of it.

You don’t let him have the last word, storming away and escaping into the training grounds, ready to pummel just about anything because the fluttering in your chest should be ignored and forgotten. Forget how he held you close, defended you, guarded you. It was only instinct; it was only for the mission. Nothing you’ve done causes the reaction.

You both end up in Hanamura on the anniversary of his death, cursing Morrison for this assignment as you and Genji occupy separate but joined rooms. The door that links you together is opened but neither of you desire each other’s company. Genji has fitful dreams and you listen, still in your bed as he talks himself back to sleep, a shattered mess as the moon files into his room. The mask flies off in a rage, you hear him storm into the bathroom and the water starts running. Stay that way for a while, and then you’re worried because there is no sound. You get up, tiptoe into his room and nearly scream as he claws at his face, soaking his hands in hot water as if to make the process more painful. He’s stronger than you, this you know, but you wrap around him as best you can in a way that won’t result in broken bones.

You perform every necessary action. Soothing him as best you can, ensuring him everything is fine and he is fine, and nothing will hurt him, that you are here, no one will ever know of this particular moment in time. His secret is your secret. Fragments of songs and old lullabies, you stay in bed with him all night, watching him sleep in peaceful silence. And you put the mask back on. When you are sure he’s deep enough in sleep, you return to your bed and do the same. Morning brings no recollection of the night previous but Genji feels off. You ask him if he slept well and he doesn’t say anything. He sees how clean the bathroom is and the dent in the wall from where he threw the mask and then he knows. Knows you’ve seen his face. He disappears, the mission you complete on your own and Morrison wants to know what happened but you never tell. You take this secret to the grave.

Of course, the one time he isn’t insufferably anger or unresponsive, is when he combs through the rubble of the Swiss Headquarters and finds you buried under the rock. You can’t feel your legs, an arm is lodged under a steel pole and you can’t feel that either, you lost a couple of fingers and something wet trickles at a snail’s pace down your face. And Genji. Poor dear, he doesn’t know what to do. He’s calling for help but even he knows it won’t be fast enough, so he focused on pulling the debris off your body.

“There’s no rush, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Be quiet.” He orders. Heaving the pole off your arm, and it is indeed severed. He glares when you have the audacity to laugh.

“What? I always figured I lose it saving you, guess I was wrong. Damn.”

“What happened?” He wants to focus on the facts, something his mind can understand at this point in time.

“Don’t know. Heard Jack and Gabe yelling at each other then, boom. What a way to go.”

“Look at me, you aren’t going anywhere. Stand together, die together.”

“Aw, sweetheart. You do care, but I don’t need you dying for me.”

“Idiot, you aren’t dying, not today.”

“I think this pile of rocks says otherwise. I’ve lost a lot of blood already.”

“Doctor Ziegler will be here soon. Stay with me, there’s that view at Gibraltar you love so dearly. We need to watch the sunset.”

“I already have; it’s beautiful.”

He shoves the rocks away, and yes, the legs are crushes and mangled and Genji is almost glad he doesn’t eat very much, dry heaving and turning away for a moment. He hears the search crews, hears his name being called and ordered about, but he does not move.

“Tell me about it, I’ve never seen it.” He says softly.

“Oh it’s the prettiest thing ever. The sky gets orange like a pumpkin, and the low hanging clouds all turn violet like…I don’t know, violets. The water is nearly white with all the light pouring on it, and then then sky gets real dark, the stars twinkle overhead. And the sky burns red for a while, a really pretty red…I don’t know.”

“It sounds lovely.” Genji whispers, the light glinting off of Mercy’s halo. “And the doctor is here, look, just over there…(Y/N)? (Y/N)! No, stay with me. Breathe, please.”

“Don’t go.”