this friendship and pairing snuck up on me but I love it

Alone- Part 1

Based on a prompt line; “Don’t leave me behind.”

Warnings; Fighting, Feelings of Worthlessness

Words; 1,249

A/N; Honestly I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. If you want a part 2 though let me know!! Feedback is encouraged! :)

Pairings; Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

It had been almost 3 years since Bucky became an avenger. And it had been almost 3 years since you developed the biggest crush ever.

He had sauntered into the compound and looked at you with those piercing blue eyes and that was it. Ever since then you’d been inseparable. The bestest friends ever, but that was it, nothing more.

The only other person who knew about your feelings was your best friend Nat. She’d been trying to encourage you to tell Bucky how you felt for years but you couldn’t, you were almost positive that he didn’t see you that way and didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You always told her “Something is better than nothing.” To which she’d dramatically roll her eyes.

You were looking down at the book you were currently reading but couldn’t focus on the words. All you could hear was the high pitched giggling coming from the kitchen and every note pierced your heart. It was one of the many girls Bucky would bring over when he was ‘lonely’.

He strolled over to you, coffee in hand. “Hey doll, whatcha readin’?” He asked as he sat down next to you and handed you the hot mug.  

You smiled and grabbed the coffee from him. “Thanks Buck. It’s uh-”

He grabbed the book from your lap before you could protest and read aloud. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

He paused for a second, his cheeks going lightly pink and looked at you. Your eyes met and it seemed like his eyes glossed over before he let out a loud awkward chuckle.

What the hell was that about? You thought.

His eyes were still lingering on you as the blonde girl came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned to look at her. “Honey we should let her read, come on let’s go back to bed.” She purred. He looked visibly uncomfortable as he stood up and followed her down the hall.

As you stared into your mug urging your eyes not to water and trying to suppress the stabbing feeling in your chest, you missed when Bucky turned back to look at you, a hopeless longing in his eyes.

* * *

A few hours later you were in your workout gear pummeling a punching bag, imagining a certain blonde.

Why couldn’t you be enough, why couldn’t he see you as more. What were you doing wrong.

Why. Why. WHY.

You felt hands touch your waist and turned just as fast sweeping their legs out from under them. There was a thud and an “Ow! (y/n)!”

Steve was laying splayed out on his back looking vengeful.

“Oh Steve! I’m sorry! Instinct.” You shrugged as you helped him up.

“It’s okay it was my fault, shouldn’t have snuck up on ya like that.” He smirked. “So what’s got ya so angry?” He pointed at the still swaying punching bag.

“Honestly I don’t even want to talk about it.” You sighed.

“Wanna practice then? We do have a mission tomorrow.” He smirked again inching towards you.

“Rogers, don’t even try.” You ran at him flipping over his shoulders and he turned slowly, not expecting it.

Just then Bucky walked by the door of the training room, but you were too distracted by Steve to notice.

He sauntered over to you and got right up in your face. Grinning he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. You were always very fond of Steve and had a flirty relationship but never took it any further. With one swift movement he took you down and was straddling your hips  inches away from your face.

Bucky couldn’t watch any longer, a lump growing in his throat as he walked away feeling defeated.

Just as he left you flipped Steve over and put him in a head lock. “I win!” You sang cheerfully.

There was clapping from behind you and you both turned to see Nat walking in. “I want in on this!”

The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon training together until you were all too tired and sweaty.

* * *

The next morning you met in the hanger fully dressed in your gear. This mission wasn’t going to be all of you. It was just a simple mission to retrieve information from a Hydra base.

As you, Bucky, Steve and Nat got into the quinjet you tried to make eye contact with Bucky but he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Alright, Nat and I will go in through the front and (y/n) and Bucky will go through the back.” Steve said over the comm. “You two will take out anyone in your way and get to the communications room, there should be computers. Back up the information to a USB and get out of there as fast as you can. Nat and I will check for prisoners and take out anyone else. Everyone understand?”

We all nodded in unison. Thirty minutes later everyone was in position. You and Bucky made your way inside, working together to take out the four guards blocking the door. He still wouldn’t meet your gaze as you crept down the dark hallways. A man came from your left, you didn’t see him in time and there was a direct hit to your side, you crumpled to the ground as you heard Buckys metal arm hit the guy and he went down.

Bucky helped you to your feet, your face only inches apart. “Watch yourself next time.” He said in a flat tone as he turned to walk down the hall.

You reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him back. “What did I do that made you so upset?” You asked quietly.

His cold eyes bored into yours. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.”

You stood there shocked. “My-my what?”

He pulled his hand out of your grasp. “This isn’t the time for this.” He said as he turned and walked down the hallway turning into a room a few doors down.

Once you were in the room you told Steve and Nat over the comm that you had begun transferring the information.

When the screen read 94% there was yelling outside of the room you and Bucky were standing in.

He looked over at you and nodded. “Stay here, make sure it’s done.” With that he left the room.


Someone was thrown against the door.


There was a gun shot and a loud yell.


The door crashed in, Bucky and another man rolled into the room.


They both stood, the other man had noticed you. You reached for your gun.


There was a bang. Then a lot of pain, you looked down to see thick red blood coming from your stomach. You fell to the ground.


Bucky walked over to you, glanced down and took out the USB. You could see him saying something over the comm but couldn’t make it out. Your vision was starting to fade in and out.

He started to walk out of the room.

He was leaving? Why is he leaving? You thought urgently. Don’t.

“Don’t leave me behind.” It came out as a whisper but he tensed and you could tell he had heard you. Your eyes locked on his and your vision went black. 


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Recovered Hearts {OSH}

Description: He would do everything in his power to make you happy again.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut

Word Count: 10,153

Warning: mentions of abuse, mentions of rape, consensual smut, panic attacks, small PTSD moments (please do not read this if any of these things can/will trigger you)

Pairing: Police Officer!Oh Sehun x Reader (feat. Police Officer!Yixing)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (THIS IS MY FAREWELL EVERYONE!! I hope you enjoy it, it wasn’t easy to write.)

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Sehun had seen it before anyone else. Yixing soon caught on after that, but you’d never admit it to them. Not only to hide your own shame, but the shame of how much you still loved the man who hurt you.

He hurt you in every way possible, and there was nothing stopping him from doing it again. Yixing and Sehun were both cops - partners that usually patrolled the streets together. It was the day that he’d beaten you until you couldn’t take it anymore that you finally called the cops on him.

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No emotion. Just sex.

You rolled off Jack, collapsing on the bed beside him as you tried catching your breath. Your head still spinning from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.

“wow.” Jack breathed out, his chest heaving up and down, “that was incredible”

“I.Know” you breathed out, a dopey smile on your face.

You and Jack were close, and there’s always been something between the two of you ever since you met a few months back. Some sort of tension, but neither of you acted on it ever, especially with Jack and Jack being so popular, and your acting, you were both so busy, and constantly in someones spotlight, neither of you really wanted to bring some complicated relationship into the mix, since the two of you weren’t sure what was there. The two of you didn’t want to ruin your new friendship either, but one night at a party that logic went out the window when the two of you, both having a few drinks, snuck off upstairs and fooled around. Now here you are, 4 months later.

You sighed, getting out of the bed and searching for your clothes.

“what are you doing?” Jack whined from the bed, giving you puppy eyes as he watched you pull on your panties and bra and wiggle into your shorts, searching for your shirt now.

“I told you today had to be quick. I’ve got that music video today” 

“oh…right” he spoke, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts.

The two of you talked while you walked through the house, grabbing a piece of toast in the kitchen and heading out, Jack walking you to your car.

“alright beautiful, kill it today at the music video.” he smiled, resting his hands on the top of the car, your door open, and leaning down.

“I’ll try” you smiled. “I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it can’t be that hard, I doubt I’ll have any lines.” you laughed.

“I’m sure you’re gonna do great.” he smiled, leaning in and kissing you before closing the door and watching you drive off.


When you arrived on the set you walked around. You hadn’t really heard much about this, all you know is that the artist requested you be considered for the part, according to your manager, who was more than thrilled, saying it would be a good ‘experience’ when being considered for other parts in movies and shows.

Your manager, Tyler, met you at the door as soon as you walked in.

“hey (y/n). Good to see you” he spoke, hugging you. Tyler was cool as shit, and definitely watched out for you, like a protective older brother, so you trusted him when it came to this part.

“yeah, I’m pretty excited for this actually” you smiled at him as you two started to walk through the place.

“I think you’ll love this actually” he smiled.

“yeah, I hope so. I just really wanna meet the artist. I mean, to be like personally requested.” you gushed.

“oh yeah, well he thought you’d fit the part perfectly for what he had in mind. He’s actually changing I believe, but let’s go talk to the director, he’ll give you the basic idea.”

After meeting the director, and getting the main idea, you were actually pretty excited. This would be the first, more intimate like scene you’ve done, but you thought it’d be good for you.

So Tyler showed you to your room and showed you your outfit, which you were pretty excited to slip on.

Walking out after changing, and hair and makeup had their turn with you, a robe around you, you were more excited than before. You walked towards Tyler, who’s face lit up when he saw you.

You approached him, and the director, and another guy, who’s back was turned towards you. The director saw you and smiled, nodding at the robe, and you undid the little tie, and slipped it off, the director and Tyler’s eyes both going wide, which wasn’t as creepy as it sounds, it’s not like they were 50, they were both late 20′s early 30′s, and I mean, you were 20, so it wasn’t that weird. 

You held the robe in you arms and watched as the director nudged the other guy, who lifted his head up to look at him, but when he nodded his head in your direction the other guy turned around, as if in slow motion.

Your eyes widened at you made eye contact. He was hot. So fucking hot. Tall. Scruffy. Man bun. Great style. Killer smile. Low eyes you could just get lost in.


When Jace nudged Nate, he was curious as to what he wanted. They were in the middle of talking about the video, Nate talking about some of his ideas, and input from Tyler, about things you’d be good at, and then just everyone throwing out ideas. Nate was seeing it really coming together, but looking at Jace expectantly, only to see him nod behind him, Nate turned to see what needed his attention.

You were even more beautiful in person, compared to the pictures on ig, and the few movies he’s seen you in. You were so beautiful. Nate was kinda taken aback. He eyed you up and down as you approached. Long legs, thin waist and god your eyes and timid smile were killing him. You screamed innocence, but your outfit completely contradicted that idea.


You bit your lip as you approached, eyeing him up and down so obviously, but he didn’t do a good job at keeping his eyes off you either, not that you minded whatsoever.

“(y/n) this is Nate.” Justin spoke.

“hi” you smiled, reaching your hand out. “It’s nice to meet you” you spoke sweetly.

“trust me, the pleasures mine.” Nate flirted.

After your short introduction, Justin and Tyler went off to make sure everything was set, you and Nate following behind, just talking a bit.

“You nervous?” he asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.

“no and yes” you laughed.

“why’s that?”

“well I mean, I feel like I can do this no problem, and I mean, there’s always more than one take we can do, it’s just…I mean, to be requested personally, I feel like the pressures really on” 

“oh yeah, I just thought you’d fit the part really well, I mean, everyone loves a video with a beautiful girl in it.” he smiled.

“stop it.” you blushed, playfully bumping into his side.

“there’s really nothing to worry about. You’re gonna be fine.” he smiled, as the two of you got to the actual set where the cameras and lights and everything was.


Some scenes that were filmed, Nate wasn’t in, so he stood off on the side, and he was so glad he picked you for this. 

“she’s good.” Tyler smirked beside Nate, who had his eyes glued on you the whole time.

“y-yeah.” he stuttered a bit, biting his lip as he watched you 

god, you were stunning.


You were told to ‘act seductive and sexy’ and the outfit was half of it, adding to your confidence, so you literally just went with it. It started off, you filmed all the scenes you were doing by yourself, just so you could be a little more comfortable before just throwing you half naked in bed with a guy you just met.

But then came the scenes you had to do with Nate, which I mean, you were a professional, you weren’t gonna get all giddy, even though he was extremely hot and this was a rather sensual video.

You did as you were told, and god, you were actually pretty turned on.


Nate admired the way you moved, like it came so natural to you, and he couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like to actually have you like this. God, you were turning him on so much.


When you were done, you watched as Justin put it together, you and Nate standing pretty close, and you were actually surprised how well the whole thing looked.

“damn.” you and Nate said at the same time, looking sideways at one another with smiles on your faces.

“definitely. we should have it up by tomorrow after we edit it a bit more if that’s cool with you skate.” Justin spoke

“yeah, that’s cool.” Nate smiled.

“alright, well that’s a wrap then.”

Justin and Tyler stood and talked, both voicing and working on the editing a bit, more so, Tyler just voicing his opinion.

You and Nate turned and started to walk off, you were going to change back into normal clothes.

“hey (y/n)” Nate spoke, catching your attention.

“yeah?” you asked, your brow furrowed.

“you wanna go grab something to eat?”

“yes!” you exclaimed, overjoyed, but to be fair, all you had eaten was a piece of toast, Jack took a big bite out of as well.

“alright, cool” Nate laughed. “you go ahead and change and I’ll be out here waiting.”

“okay cool” you smiled.


You had never had so much fun before. You and Nate were really hitting things off, conversation just flowed naturally between the two of you and you guys couldn’t stop laughing. He invited you back to a buddies place for a party, and well, you couldn’t refuse.

You had Nate drop you off at your place, and he of course followed you in while you changed and got ready for the night, unsure of what to wear. Nate sat out in your living room while you changed.

After you finished getting ready you walked down the hall and joined Nate, getting his attention, and the two of you leaving and heading towards the party.

You were a little nervous walking up to the house, but Nate wrapped his arm around your waist as if it was the most natural thing, and you felt more comfortable.

“don’t worry, my friends are cool” Nate spoke.

“I hope so” you let out a little nervous giggle.


So far everyone was great. Nash was so chill and John and Tez made you laugh. Hayes kept hitting on you, which was flattering, and he was so adorable. You even bumped into Johnson, not knowing he knew Nate.

“so wait, is Jack here?” you asked as you were standing with Johnson, the two of you drinking together.

“yeah, I saw him around here somewhere.”

“hmm, I’m sure I’ll bump into him or something then.”

It was then that Nate came and ‘stole’ you from Johnson, pulling you downstairs.

“what are we doing down here?” you asked as you made it down the last step you saw John sitting on the couch, hunched over the coffee table.

“you’re gonna smoke with us.” Nate spoke, taking your hand and pulling you towards the couch.

When you guys finished like 3 bowls and 2 blunts, you headed back upstairs. You ended up hanging out with Nate for a bit, dragging him out to dance with you.

Jack found Madison as soon as he walked in, walking up to her and engulfing her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and the two were pretty much glued to one another all night.

Madison pulled Jack out to dance, and the two of them were getting sensual. Jack’s hands roaming her body as she grinded against him. Jack started kissing on her neck, when he looked up and saw Nate for the first time of the night, dancing with a girl.

You were having so much fun with Nate, and your eyes were glossed over, the alcohol and weed hitting you hard. You turned to look around when you were met with the image of a guy and girl making out, tongues down one another’s throat practically. 

Your mind went to Jack, a smile coming onto your face. It was when the two broke apart that you felt sick, seeing Jack smile down at the girl.

“I-uh, I gotta go to the bathroom” you spoke, shocked to see Jack all over another girl. Sure you were dancing with Nate, but, you just felt it was different. 

“alright, I’ll find you in a bit.” he smiled, his hand resting on your side as you slipped out of his grip slowly.

You did go to the bathroom, but didn’t go back to find Nate right away, you just wanted to go outside and get some fresh air, clear your head.

It was when you were outside that someone bumped into you, causing you to stumble a bit.

“shit my ba-(y/n)?” you heard the all too familiar voice.

“Jack” you spoke.

“what are you doing here?” he asked shocked.

“nothing” you muttered.

You knew you were being short and having an attitude, but you felt like you had the right to be. How could Jack just fuck you this morning, and then be all over this other girl with his tongue down her throat.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing your arm causing you to look at him.


“don’t lie to me (y/n)”

“I’m fine really.” you spoke, annoyed honestly.

“something’s up”

“I’m fine Jack really, why don’t you go check on your little girlfriend from inside.”

“what are you t-Madison” he muttered, realizing who you were talking about.


“It’s not a big deal, she’s just a friend.”

“really? cause I don’t shove my tongue down my ‘just friend’s throat.”

“you’re being ridiculous.”

“I saw you” you laughed dryly.

“Honestly? why are you even mad?” he asked.

“seriously?! Jack, we just fucked this morning, and we have been for the past what now…4 months? did it literally mean nothing?”

“(y/n) come on. there were no emotions. no relationship. it was just sex.” he laughed, and it was then that you noticed his bloodshot eyes. Of course he was drunk, cause his words and actions tonight were completely different than the Jack you knew, but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. So maybe you and Jack were just sex? You didn’t care; it hurt to hear him say it, and to have such a heartless tone when saying it.

“glad you feel that way, have fun with whatever her name is” you spoke, starting to walk about but turned around to look at him again “and don’t bother calling me again.” and with that you walked off.

You found Swazz and did a few shots with him before asking where Nate was, John smirking and pointing towards upstairs. “I think he headed up to his room”

“wait, he lives here?” you asked “he said it was a friends party” 

“yeah, we live here together” John laughed. “but his room is upstairs, second one on the left.

You smiled and headed upstairs, tripping but laughing it off as you made it to the top and then trying to find Nate’s room, knocking on the closed door.

When the door opened you were startled by a shirtless Nate, gawking at his abs before meeting his gaze, lip caught between your teeth.

“it looks like I-uh-I found you” you giggled.

“yeah” he smiled. He stepped back a bit, opening the door more and you walked in and looked around his room before you turned to meet his gaze.

“so, this is your house.” you spoke, raising your brow as Nate made his way to sit on his bed, sweats hanging low on his hips, sitting up against his headboard.

“yeah” he spoke, eyeing you up and down, practically undressing you, since he had a pretty good idea of what you looked like half naked anyway from the shoot today; as you stood at the end of his bed.

“so this is your party” you spoke, putting your hand on your hip.

“I guess you could say that.” he smirked.

“then why aren’t you down, enjoying your party?” you asked, walking and setting your cup down on his dresser, walking back slowly, Nate’s eyes glued to you.

“trust me, I’m enjoying this right now.” he nodded towards you as you stood at the end of his bed again. You were glad it was dark in his room to hide the small blush coming to your face, but it couldn’t hide your smile.

The music from downstairs, mixed by Dillon, flowed upstairs into Nate’s room, and it was a slower type of song. You unknowingly started to sway to the music, Nate’s eyebrows quirking up.

You bit your lip, noticing the way Nate was eyeing you up and down, and you decided to be a little daring.

You reached down and undid the button on your jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down, turning and wiggling your butt a bit, looking back at Nate who had his lip between his teeth and his eyes glued to your ass as you slowly started to pull your pants down, bending over giving Nate a great view.

You stood back up, tossing your head back, your hair flying up above you, and then behind, bouncing a bit before resting on your back.

Nate saw that happen as if it was in slow motion. He was so fucking turned on, and you only just took your pants off, but damn, you were so fucking sexy. The arch you had in your back when you bent over, and then slowly stood back up, god. You were so fucking sexy.

You turned back around, swiveling your hips back and forth, still dancing to the music downstairs, and you ran your hands over your body, starting in your hair and slowly making their way down you shoulders, over your boobs, down to the hem of your shirt.

You smiled at Nate as you slowly pulled the shirt up, exposing more and more of your flawless skin to Nate, who’s eyes were raking up and down your whole entire body, hunger in his eyes.

So you were left in just your bra and panties, and you slowly started to climb up the bed towards him, stopping when you were on your hands and knees, practically straddling him, your face centimeters away from his.

“y’know” he whispered. “I can’t get a show like this down at the party” he finished, his lips dangerously close to yours now.

“oh really?” you spoke in a low tone, your lips eager for his.

Nate slowly nodded his head before reaching up under your chin and meeting your lips. You melted into the kiss, sitting on Nate’s lap, his hands going to your ass and yours around his neck.

In no time his tongue was in your mouth and you had started grinding on him, needing some sort of friction.

Nate reached up and undid your bra, you just as eagerly as him reached to take it off over your shoulders and toss it somewhere in the room. It was then that Nate turned you over so he was on top, his lips leaving yours and moving down your jaw to your ear, leaving a trail of kisses.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day” he whispered hotly in your ear before attaching his lips to your neck, slowly making his way down your collarbone and then to the valley of your breasts, one hand coming up to massage one, tweaking the nipple while his mouth went to the other.

You arched your back a bit more as Nate switched his mouth to the other, a shaky breath coming from your mouth and Nate’s name slipping through your lips in a hushed tone.

Nate smirked up at you while he continued his way down your body, kissing and sucking on your hipbone, right above your pantyline. He hooked his finger in the top band and slowly started to pull them down, you kicking them off as they got to your ankles.

Nate dipped his head down toward your heat, licking a bold strip from your entrance to your clit before he started to suck and kitten lick your clit. Your hands went to his hair, bunching it up between your hands, pulling it out of pleasure. His scruffy face adding a weird pleasurable feeling to the whole entire mix.

Your back was arched as Nate slipped two fingers into you while continuing to lick your clit. His fingers moving inside you and his mouth on your clit were driving you wild, and you were close. You had started to grind against his mouth and fingers, needing more to get your release. Nate picked up the pace of his fingers, and his mouth showed your clit no mercy, pushing you closer and closer to letting go.

Nate’s name and breathless moans came out of your mouth, mixed with small profanities. Before you knew it you reached your climax. Your back was arched off the mattress and your legs were shaking.

Nate let you recover from your orgasm, and when you could finally see straight, you pulled him up to you and smashed your lips to his. You didn’t care that the taste of yourself was still on his lips. You just wanted him…now.

You reached down between the two of you and started to tug at his sweats, causing Nate to smile into the kiss, and while balancing himself with one hand, he reached down and helped you pull off his sweats.

Nate laid back down on top of you, his tip at your entrance. He lined himself up and you felt him push his tip in, sliding his hands up and locking them with yours before her pushed all the way in, your eyes going wide at the feeling of him filling you up, you moaning quietly in his ear.

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Nate waited for you to adjust to his size a bit before he started to move, thrusting slowly at first, his lips on yours.

It didn’t take much for him to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and harder, the bed shaking with his movements.

His head by your ear, you heard him grunting with each thrust, and you were letting out shaky breaths and quiet moans.

No one has ever made you feel how Nate was. Your nails raked down his back as he hit your g-spot, back arching off the mattress, the two of you skin to skin.

Your head was spinning and all that was falling from your lips was Nate’s name and shaky breaths. Nate placed his lips back onto yours, never feeling as good as he did before. Your body just seemed to fit with his perfectly.

His thrusts started to get a little sloppy, and you had started clenching around him, trying to hold on a bit longer.

It was as if all at once though, the two of you both reached your climax, both of you letting go at about the same time. You moaned out Nate’s name, and he bit down on your shoulder, letting out a low groan against you.

Nate rolled off you, crashing down on the bed with a huff, his breathing uneven. He had never came that hard before, and it’d been a while since he’s had such great sex before as well. Sure, he would have loved to hit it from behind, but something about you, he wanted something more filled with passion, not just some quick rough fuck.

Nate turned on his side, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head as you snuggled into his chest a bit more.


You woke up the next morning to your phone going off. You were getting an incoming call, and you tried to ignore it, but this was the third time whoever it was tried, and you had a feeling they weren’t gonna stop until you answered.

Groaning, you rolled over and saw who was calling, and you answered sleepily.

“what?” you muttered into the phone.

“well good morning to you too” you heard Jack chuckle as you got out of bed and searched the room for you clothes.

“sorry, I’m just confused as to why…why you’re calling” you spoke..

“cause I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out” he spoke lowly, a smirk evident in his voice.

“seriously?” you scoffed.

“yeah? why wouldn’t I be serious?”

“last night you told me there wasn’t anything between us, no emotions or relationship between us, so sorry if I don’t wanna come ‘hang’”

“please, I was drunk I don’t even rem-” he started but you heard a tiny voice in the back “Jack, come back to bed”

you scoffed.

“(y/n) please.”

“no, don’t call me again. I just can’t deal with you right now, and clearly you need to figure some things out” and with that you hung up before he could say another word.

You let out a sigh of relief and settled back into bed a bit. 

Nate’s arm flew around you and he pulled you back into his chest more, you snuggling into him more.

“who was that?” he muttered.

“no one important.” you whispered a bit.

“alright.” he let out a little raspy chuckle. “let’s go back to bed for a bit, and then how about we go get something to eat afterwards.”

“perfect” you muttered, closing your eyes again, but feeling Nate’s lips push against your forehead.

n ice

Bitter was the only taste you could feel on your tongue. Maybe it was the cheap wine that left such a rotten aftertaste, maybe it’s the way he paid so much attention to her over his own wife. Bitter wasn’t only what you tasted, but it was also what you felt. It’s harmless. He had whined when you confronted him about the new woman from C&R. She was.. Beautiful. Much more than you were– at least In your mind; you had thought so. Long silver hair that went past her shoulders and swayed at her lower back so gracefully. Ocean of blue was the only thing you could see inside her round wide eyes, and she was small too. Thin waist, long legs. A looker all around. But you know what was the most striking feature of them all?

She looked like his fucking cat.

He was interested in a woman that looked like his cat. His million dollar fur ball in human form. The thought was so mind boggling, but that’s Jumin for you.

You gripped your wine glass so tightly; it could’ve shattered at any moment. Of course you were jealous. Your husband was spending more time with his co-worker than he was his own goddamn wife. Who wouldn’t be?

They really never ‘flirted’ per say. He just seemed so.. intrigued, and curious about her; the one apparently named Eliza. God, even her name was so similar to Elizabeth. It drove you insane how much he talked about her now days, it bothered you so much. When you try to change the subject, it always floats back to her.

“ Why the pout kitten? ”
You groaned as a familiar red head snuck up behind your chair, scratching a finger underneath your chin just as one would do to a cat. He usually did that to you, and Jumin hated it. But what Jumin hates was the last thing you cared about right now.

You lazily lift your right hand off of the love-seat to point towards the duo who was chatting on together– looking ever so happy– as your left brought the half emptied wine glass up to your lips. The liquid went down hot seeing as you let it sit for so long, the temperature had gotten the better of it. This was your… Fourth? Yeah, Fourth glass of wine as of tonight. The leather chair squeaked as Seven plopped down– rather roughly, onto it. He groaned contently, the relief of being off his feet for the first time tonight was an amazing feeling. Dress shoes aren’t his thing, and now he remembers why.

“ Hm.. Is that the lady that he’s always talking about? The chick that looks like my lil’ baby Elly? ”
His eyes gleamed at the thought of the soft little kitty, but he quickly was pulled back to reality. He brought a finger up to his mouth in thought as he observed the two carefully– No touching each other yet, that’s good.. He said internally.

“ Yeah. ”
You answered curtly with a venomous tone, practically burning holes into the back of your husbands head– Praying maybe just maybe he’d turn because of it; see you alone with Seven and he’d kick into defensive mode, come swoop you up and take you back home to get you away from Luciel’s flirtations. Hell, you wouldn’t even mind that. Any kind of attention right now would feel good.

“ Awh– Is somebody jealous? ”
He batted his eyelashes annoyingly as he spoke with a baby voice– Of course you were jealous! How couldn’t you be? But you didn’t want to let the goof know his assumptions were truth; so you push his face softly away from yours, he pretends to have a knockback much stronger than what little force you used– it made you both chuckle together with soft smirks tugging at the corner of your lips.

“ It just.. sucks balls. ”
You used his lingo, much to his amusement. “ Sucks balls indeed. ”
Luciel mimicked you before sighing heavily after he commented, personally he found it quite annoying that Jumin hadn’t been paying attention to you. he would love to hang out with you all day. Be able to be with you the way Jumin can; Cat dad doesn’t know how good he has it.

“ It’s like i’m the side chick; You know? Agh.. And I know– It doesn’t seem like a romantic thing.. Jumin just wouldn’t do that… ”
You whisper the last part to yourself, however Luciel has keen hearing. He raised his brow in doubt as you continued on.

“ I wish he didn’t act like he found me boring now days.. ”
The ring on your finger clinked gently against the wine glass– catching your attention. Memories of how it used to be caused you to smile as you stared down at the large diamond your husband gave to you to propose.
Yes, Jumin still treated you good. You felt you didn’t have the right to complain; after all, he was a very loving husband. Maybe it was the controlling side you had deep down inside of you, or it could be you just don’t like how pretty that woman is– It’s aggravating not knowing why this whole thing bothers you so much. It just does.

Things have changed slightly, you’ve noticed. Late nights at the office had been getting even later; that was your first real concern. But with a nudge, you got Jaehee to hang around at work to see what on earth Jumin really does around there. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, he was indeed working– Which relieved you instantly. She assured you at work there was no flirtations, they just seemed like friends. Hell, everyone told you they just seemed like friends. Maybe you were exaggerating too much– But the pit in your stomach just wouldn’t go away.

“ I bet if I kissed you he wouldn’t find you ‘oh so boring’ anymore huh? ”
You raised a brow at his unexpected words, it was clear Seven had a peculiar interest in yourself but.. It wasn’t something that got in between your friendship. Luciel knew his limits. But that statement was quite bold; it caught your attention.
“ He’d probably permanently sew three– No, Four– body guards on you at all times if he knew I even laid a hand on you…. Agh! ” He threw his head back in frustration, causing you to smile softly. That was true; Jumin probably would pay much more attention to you if something like that were to happen, but you’d never. You could never. It just wasn’t right.

“ MC? ”
The low voice caused you to look upwards– Slowly at that, eyes following the soft pattern of that black suit you knew oh so well. A pair of dark black eyes meet your own, causing you to shiver. He always had that effect on you.

He was tugging on his cufflinks out of boredom, right away he noticed how close Luciel was towards you. It bothered him, and he had no problem voicing those concerns.
“ No. Leave space, at least enough to fit three Elizabeth the 3rds in between you.”
Jumin suddenly grabs your hips firmly–you have to bite your lip to keep from yelping– sliding your body across the leather couch to follow his rule.
Always have to leave space for the Elizabeths.
Both you and Seven roll your eyes at the so called ‘rule’ but Jumin looked quite pleased with himself.

“ You’re one to talk.. Where’s the three Elizabeth’s in between you and pretty girl over there huh? ”
Seven chimed in, You knew right away Jumin would brush it off like he always does– You sigh heavily to yourself. Staring into the dark liquid of your glass as the two start to bicker.

“ I did the math, there was 3.6 Elizabeth the 3rds in between us. I follow the rules, as should you two.”
You couldn’t help but snicker at that, Much to Jumin’s displeasure. He looked down at you heavily for a few moments, after he got no response– He spoke again.
“ We’ll be going soon MC. Would you like me to grab your coat? ”
The ride home was quiet. Driver Kim made small talk with you; he always does. He’s a nice man, and even he seemed to notice something wrong with you. Why couldn’t Jumin notice then? You were texting Seven while slumped into the seat of the car, It was on the messenger but in a private message over the usual chatrooms.

” Con fron tation!!! Con fron tation!!! ”

You smiled softly at the text, looking up for a moment to see what Jumin was doing. He was in his phone as well, so you decided to continue.

“ Should I? What if he yells at me -_- ”

“ then i’ll teleport over there myself and rescue you n elly from that cruel cruel man!!! you deserve better! #justice for elly and mc 2k17!!!!! lololol ”

Well. Maybe you should? But you didn’t want Jumin to be upset. Speaking of which, he seemed to notice you giggling into your phone this whole time. Not saying a word though, but you could feel his eyes on you from across the seat.
Awh, was he jealous?
Part of you wanted him to take a seat in the jealousy club. There’s obviously room for him to join. But it was cruel to have an eye for an eye after all.
Powering down the phone, You place it at your side before sighing softly. Your gaze quickly meets your husbands who had done the same thing a few minutes ago. With a soft smile you look over towards him for a moment before focusing your attention to the window– The penthouse was in view.

He looked like he wanted to say something; But the car had already stopped.
“ We’re back Elizabeth the 3rd! ”
You call out to the kitty; the jingle of sparkly bells on her collar was getting closer and closer by the second. Setting down your bag before crouching, You greet the little fur ball who was meowing wildly– Desperate for attention. She enjoyed your petting; but it was clear Jumin’s eye was what she was after. That makes two, Huh?

“ Hello Elizabeth the 3rd. ” Jumin smiles gently at her as he hangs his coat on the rack, revealing a clean white button up shirt. He uses the backs of his knuckles to pet her face, the sound of her purrs echoed throughout the quiet home.
You leave the two alone; not before excusing yourself to go– just to get out of this god forsaken dress. This dress was tighter than ones you’ve worn before; hoping it might catch Jumin’s attention a little more, but instead you only got some extra looks from creeps and weirdos. Oh– And Seven, but he sort of falls into that category.
From the closet you choose something comfortable, loose grey sweatpants and a simple black tee shirt. It was soft, Jumin only picked materials that were the best of the best for you after all.

Taking one final look into the mirror, you inhale deeply; absolutely dreading the talk to come. Would he brush you off once more? Or finally listen to your pleas? You were mentally planning what to say to your husband.

’ Hey look– Im jealous to the point of it being painful so you can’t be friends anymore with Miss Kitty. No talking. Nothing. Only me. Okay? ’

Fuck no.
That sounded terrible. But hell, it’s what you were thinking after all. It felt so selfish, but one thing Jumin always said is he wanted you to be selfish with him. It’s something he always states constantly, So why do you feel guilty for actually being selfish now?

You made up in your mind that you’d just wing it. Let your emotions spill over, say whatever it is you’re feeling. Hopefully it would give him the push to accept that you were indeed lonely. You wanted to be the only woman in his life… To just hoard him all to yourself. God it sounded awful; but it was the truth.

Your bare feet squeaked against the hardwood flooring, anxiety filled you like never before seeing Jumin resting quietly on the couch, Elizabeth the 3rd by his side.
Without a word, you take your seat across from him. The couch was of course big enough for the both of you, but you really didn’t want to sit next to him right now. Back here was fine. The room was silent, besides Elizabeth the 3rds soft purrs and the gentle hum of the light fixtures. You sort of phase out for a moment, eyes out of focus as you’re lost in thought.

“ Whats wrong with you lately? ” Jumin said suddenly, causing your head to snap up; breaking you from your mindless thoughts. His eyes were trained onto the cat besides him instead of you. He looked calm as always, but his scowl was a bit more pronounced as of now.

“ Nice of you to notice. ”
You state sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging yourself by crossing your arms below your chest. He let out a low growl of disapproval, He never did like it when you talked back.

“ Are you cheating on me? ”
That incredibly sudden accusation took you aback instantly. Was he fucking serious? You?Cheating on him? Thats what he thought was different?

“ I could ask you the same thing you know. ” Your tone was bitter as your voice became raised, it was clear how upset he’d gotten you by your change in attitude. Your brows stitch together in a painful mix of shock and anger, how could he accuse you of something so foul? It was enough to make your blood boil.

“ I would never do something as low and filthy as that.
He was glaring deeply at you with fire in his eyes now, Still outwardly calm; which aggravated you to no end. The atmosphere changed so fast. It was heavy and the tension was sharp.
Elizabeth the 3rd quickly scurried away into the bedroom upon feeling the mood change. She must not have wanted to be in the middle of this all. Good call.

“ So you’re implying that I would? ”
You were standing upright now. Nails gripping tightly into your arms; enough to make your skin irritated. The fiery pit in your stomach hurt, as if a rock was inside you. You didn’t like arguing with Jumin at all, but this was pretty inevitable.
He was quiet through clenched teeth. His knuckles were white, and his legs crossed. He still looked so composed as he waited your answer to his question.

“ No, i’m not cheating on you Jumin Han. There– Happy? Huh? ” He didn’t break eye contact and also didn’t say a word, the way he seemed so collected while you were so upset was aggravating.

“ Even though you’ve been living it up with you new little play toy i’ve been here, lonely! All day long! ” He scoffed slightly out of disbelief, Brows scrunched in confusion.

“ My play thing? You must be delusional. Am I not allowed to be interested in knowing someone now days? ”

“ You’re not when the person in question is just so.. so– So beautiful! And smart.. and, And kind! and.. Well– better than me and…”
Your voice fades from sheer anger to sadness in the end. The gravity of the situation hit you hard, hot tears streamed down your cheeks thinking about everything Eliza was that you weren’t. Maybe it would be better if he was with her.. She sure did match him way better than you ever could.

It was silent. It hurt, that he didn’t have anything to say to you. It only made you cry some more.

“ .. Are you jealous MC? ” He questioned after a few moments; gently and with pity in his voice, but you still hated those words. Mainly because it was true.

“ Yes– Okay!? I’m jealous, i’m so fucking jealous! I hate the fact that all you talk about is her anymore. ” You stopped to wipe tears away from your eyes with a sniffle before continuing.
“ I mean.. I don’t have schooling like she does; and I don’t look like your cat.. I’m not successful or own a business like her.. ”
You hung your head low as you avoided his gaze. It’s true, you weren’t even in comparison with her. Not even in the same ballpark.

He sighs heavily to let out his frustration after a few moments of the room being filled with your sobs, swiping a hand across his face roughly before looking up at you. He realized what you were getting at, and he felt like shit because of it. He was being too selfish in this situation. His heart strings pulled painfully at him seeing you brought to tears because of this.

“ Come here. ” It was gentle and soft, he didn’t sound angry or upset. Remorse was evident in his tone. His arms were open to you, eyes warmer than the cold ones you saw before.

God, that was it. That was all you needed right now. You didn’t care how sad you looked or how angry you just were. All you wanted was to be held by your husband, you’ve been wanting that for weeks now. Just.. Needing something. Anything. And this was it.
You burst into tears as you fall into his arms, curling tightly up in his lap as his white shirt was now stained with your tears. He pets his hand over the back of your head soothingly, holding you tight to his chest like a baby. You could hear his heartbeat, it was so steady and barely ever hitched while you two sat there together.

“ I truly didn’t know you felt that way…. I– Im so sorry.. ”
He sounded so sad.. You felt horrible for everything that’s happened. You should have talked about this sooner, instead of letting all the emotions fester.

“ I’m sorry for letting you think I was cheating.. You know i’d never–”
He interrupted you with a soft shush,
“ That was idiotic for me to say. I know you’d never.
He states quietly as he runs his thumb in circles on your back.
“ I’ll explain how you feel to Eliza as soon as tomorrow. ”
You nod softly, still feeling selfishness resonate inside you– But Jumin didn’t mind any of this. He felt terrible for purposely trying to make you jealous these past few weeks. Seeing how close you and Luciel had been getting. It was horrible, doing that all so you’d pay more attention to him. He really didn’t think about it before hand. He just was.. Well, Jealous. No idea that it would all backfire this badly.

” I don’t ever want you to ever feel like you’re not beautiful– Or smart, or successful. You’re My princess. You’re all that and more in my eyes, my love. ”

You cuddled deep into his chest, his words were soothing to you. This whole thing was so ridiculous, you’re so happy it’s finally over.

“ Just.. Can you introduce me to her? I’d like to formally meet the woman who looks like my husbands cat put into human form.”
He chuckled softly, causing you to laugh as well. The vibrations of his chest made your heart skip a beat as you smile.
“ Of course I will. I should have done it sooner. ”
but if you didn’t get it MC was getting super close to Luciel/Seven, so Jumin started talking to Eliza to make mc jealous of him as much as he was of her and seven. Obviously it backfired seeing as they both ended up Angery ™ but hey it worked out in the end and jumin learned his lesson lmao!! check out my masterlist of you’d like as well, in my bio!! i just updated it with some new stuff! ~~

Good Enough- Jeff Atkins

Warning: Mentions of sexual harassment and rape, please read with caution

Song suggestion: Couldn’t Say No by Young L3x


You were best friends with both Jeff and Clay. Clay being your younger brother by a year. He was your other half and was there for you through anything. Clay had your back through everything, even though he was the more quiet type as you were the more outgoing one.

Jeff Atkins had been your best friend since he was in your grade. Y'all met on the first day of freshman year, accidentally bumping into one another and knocking all your books down. He was the first one on the ground to swiftly pick up your things and send you that gorgeous smile. Ever since then, your friendship had been an envied one throughout the whole school. Girls wanted to be you because one, you were always so kind to everybody. There wasn’t one mean bone in your body and you were always there for everyone. Two, because you were beautiful with an amazing smile. There was never a day you were unhappy. And last but not least, Jeff Atkins would stare at you with so much love and awe. It was a look every girl would kill to have.

Secrets were never your thing in friendships, you told Jeff everything. Even the time you snuck out at three in the morning to go skinny dipping in a nearby lake. So when you told Clay something you never told anyone, guilt washed over you. It wasn’t a bad secret just one that was meant to be kept from him; you had feelings for him.

Lately you had been so insecure about yourself and Jeff not liking you back, that when Clay mentioned a party at Jessica Davis’s house, you immediately agreed to go, wanting to drown your sorrows in alcohol.

Dressed in a black skater skirt with a thin grey sweatshirt and see through tights under also paired with black heeled boots, you were ready to go.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Montgomery De La Cruz, another one of your best friends, exclaimed with Jeff standing with him. Both were near the ping pong table, talking about the upcoming scholarships for sports as you walked up to them.

“Hey guys.” you smiled, giving Monty a hug first before moving over to Jeff, who wrapped his arms around your waist and holding you against his chest.

You pulled away instantly missing the warmth of his body. “Wanna go get a drink?” Monty asked, pointing to the kitchen. You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the house not before sending Jeff a smile and saying ‘be right back.’

Jeff stared at you, having a rushed feeling of disappointment as you and Monty laughed it up. He watched as Monty grabbed onto your waist and whispered into your ear causing you to smile.

“Keep staring that hard and you could bury the poor boy six feet under.” Jeff switched his gaze over to his other best friend.

“I didn’t think you would show.” Jeff smiled, bro hugging Clay. “I mean who else is gonna watch over my sister.” Clay responded, pointing towards you.

Jeff’s gaze turned back to you, watching as Monty had his head buried in your neck as you wrapped your arms around him. Jeff looked up towards the sky, clenching his jaw with a small sarcastic smirk.

“You know she likes you right?” The older boy snapped his head towards his younger friend with wide eyes. “She told me yesterday. She came home upset about something and i asked what’s wrong. She started crying saying she wasn’t good enough for anyone. After that she told me she loved me and went to her room.”

“Son of a bitch.” Jeff’s eyes burned with anger, searching the backyard for the boy.

“What? What’s going on?” Clay asked, confused with his friend’s sudden burst of anger.

“She feels this way because of Bryce. Yesterday, we were all hanging out at his place and we were in the pool house and Y/N went inside to use the restroom. Bryce went too, but he said he was going to get more beer. That son of a bitch probably said or did something to her. When i find him i’m going to kick his ass.”

His eyes stopped when the man himself Bryce, Zach and Justin, stepped out from the kitchen sliding door.

While Jeff stood there angrily staring at the boy, you and Monty were in the kitchen having a great time. “You know Jeff likes you right, princess?” Your heart beating fast as he said those words. “Well he doesn’t seem to act like it. Why would he?” Your attitude was evident as you sipped your cola, deciding it’s better to be sober.

“I have a plan.” Monty smirked, grabbing your waist. “Lets make him jealous.”

“Monty that’s not nice!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. His mouth went to your ear, whispering, “I’m never nice, pretty girl.”

Jeff stood infront of Bryce, Justin, and Zach with a stone cold face. “Dude, did y'all see Monty and Y/N in the kitchen? Looks like she’s moving on real quick from the last guy.” Bryce snickered as he looked over at Jeff, who clenched his fist.

“Bro, that’s not cool. Y/N ain’t like that.” Zach said as he punched his shoulder. “Yeah man, that ain’t cool. Y/N ain’t that type of girl. You already know she only sticks to Jeff and only him.” Justin agreed with Zach, getting angry at him.

“Well it doesn’t look like it.” Bryce pointed towards the kitchen, with the perfect view of you sitting on top of the counter with Monty in between your legs, kissing the shit out of you.

Jeff’s heart dropped to his stomach as his throat dried up, as you gripped Monty’s hair and his hands slid up your legs. The anger was dropped to a whole other level of heartbreak, but once Bryce opened his mouth, it came back again.

“Jeff, man, you don’t need her, she’s a slut. She isn’t good enough for anybody, just like her best friend, Hannah.”

Both Zach and Justin turned towards the boy in disbelief. That’s when Jeff finally had enough. He punched Bryce in the face, making the boy stumble back. “Bro, what the fuck?” He yelled, wiping the blood from his mouth. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re the one who told her shit, didn’t you?! You made her cry! You tried to do something to her!” Jeff yelled at the boy, shoving him to the ground. By now, a crowd surrounded the five of them. Both Justin and Zach standing with Clay.

“I told her the goddamn truth. She’s a slut, just like her damn best friend. They both aren’t good enough for anybody. We all know they’re gonna be working on the corner, sucking dick for 5 dollars.” Bryce yelled, making the crowd that surrounded them gasp.

Clay’s eyes widened, realization hit him, “You son of a fucking bitch. You hurt my sister!” He yelled, both of the boys holding him back.

“That’s the fucking problem Bryce! You think that insulting and sexually harassing these girls makes you feel good, that it’s all fun and games when it’s not. You’re just a piece of shit, living off your parents money. You’re a miserable fuck that thinks he can use his money and ‘power’ to hurt these girls. You’re fucking sick man!” Jeff’s anger got the best of him as he repeatedly punched Bryce in the face.

You and Monty finally show up, squeezing your way through the crowd to see Jeff on top of Bryce. After all the commotion y'all heard from inside, you were told that Jeff and your brother and Bryce were fighting, you were quick to rush outside.

“Monty get him off, he’s gonna get into so much trouble!” You cried out to your best friend, who nodded.

Monty rushed to get Jeff off of Bryce, standing in front of him before he could charge at the boy, who was fucked up. “Jeff, bro, calm down. Look he’s already passing out, come on.” Your best friend lead him to the front as you rushed to your brother.

“Are you okay, Clay?” You panicked, as he pulled you into his chest. “It’s okay y/n, i’m fine. Just go check on Jeff for me please, he needs you more than me, right now.” He kissed your forehead, before you walked to the front of the house. Jeff sat at the curb of the house with Monty. Your sniffles made Monty look up at you with a smile, “I’ll leave you two alone.” He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek before going inside the house.

You sat next to Jeff, staring at the road ahead, sniffling. “Is it true? Did Bryce really tell you that? That you weren’t good enough? Did he do something to you?” He asked, with a worried expression.

You were silent, until tears came to your eyes, “He held me up against the bathroom door and told me no one would want me, that i was a slut. T-then he shoved his hand in my shorts, i told him no, but he told me that i wanted it. I tried to call for you, but he told me that no one would hear. Then he took off my shirt-” You broke down crying, not finishing what had happen.

Jeff grabbed your waist and sat you on his lap, cuddling you to his chest. “Shh, it’s okay baby, i got you.” He whispered into your ear, sliding his hands along your back, soothingly. “He won’t be able to hurt you no more, i’ll make sure of it.”

“I’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i was scared of what would happen.” You whimpered, feeling the comfort of his words and warmth.

“I understand why you didn’t, but Y/N i want you to know that you are good enough for anyone. What he said to you doesn’t mean anything. I love you, Y/N, with all my heart, watching you with Monty tonight hurt like hell, but hearing you say what Bryce did was worse and i want you to know that he won’t and will never be able to touch you ever again. I’m here to protect you, if not as something more then as your friend.” He sniffles, feeling defeated that he wasn’t able to protect you.

You placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it as you wiped his tears, “Thank you, Jeff. For everything you’ve done for me. I love you with all my heart, too. Monty wanted a reaction out of you because you weren’t making a move for his 'otp’ to finally get together.” You giggled softly as did Jeff, who stared at you with nothing but adoration.

You met his eyes and leaned in, closing the gap between y'all. His hands held your face as you kissed him with so much passion and love. After years of waiting for him, finally his lips were on yours. Everything was gonna be okay.


A/N: 52 Followers!?! Whaaaa??? I’m so excited so here’s an imagine!! Sorry this took so long, but I’ve been trying to get back into he swing after winter break. I’m also trying to think of more ideas for imagines. If you have any requests, feel free to ask! Anyway, this is based off of what happened to me when I came back from MLK weekend (Except no cute guy for me) and I was so pissed that I turned it into a fic! Enjoy my shitty roommate’s decisions :)

Pairing: Reader x Thomas Jefferson

Warnings: Stripping ;), Implied smut, Swear words, Mention of sex

Word Count: 1707

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

You hated your roommate. It was a month into your first semester at King’s College and you wanted to rip out your hair. Your roommate, Eliza Schyler, loved to have her boyfriend, Alexander, over 24/7. If they weren’t at your dorm for the night, you were sure they were bugging Alexander’s roommate. You were finally pushed over the edge when you came back to your dorm over the long weekend to see that your bed was a mess. You furrowed your brows and set down your bags on your side of the room. You distinctly remembered making your bed before you left, so you were trying to figure out why it wasn’t made.

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Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 4: Sweet Pete’s

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Masterlist Partner’s in (Fighting) Crime

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x reader (best friends) 

Warnings: Occasional dirty joke and some shirtless Peter…and getting to feel up shirtless Peter a little bit… :)

Summary: Aunt May opens up a bakery and employs you, Peter, MJ and Ned to help run it!

A/N: This one is long but it’s really good! I hope you enjoy it!

Peter swung back to his apartment and snuck back inside his room, taking off his suit and hiding it in the closet, changing into regular clothes. He came out to find his Aunt May looking through old boxes of paper. “What’s going on?” He asks her and she looks up at him. 

“Oh Peter thank goodness you’re here maybe you can help me with this!” She says and passes him a box. “I’m looking for your grandmother’s old pastry recipes." 

"Uh…why?” Peter asks looking thoroughly confused. May ran over to the counter and grabbed a piece of paper. 

“Because I’m opening up a bakery!” May says excitedly. Peter’s eyes widened. 

“You're running a store now?” He asks and May nods. 

“Yes! I’ve been trying to get that place for months and I thought I’d never get it but then for some reason the other offer got pulled and they accepted mine!” May said excitedly and picked up Peter and gave him a huge hug. He hugged her back. 

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Can I Even Complicate Your Breathing?

Summary: Pastel!Dan lives in an apartment complex and sits on his windowsill every night and sings. Punk!Phil listens to him every night. 
Word Count: 3906
A/N: Thank you to danisnotahobbit for the wonderful prompt and for betaing this for me! And also thank you to whalefairyfandom12 (as always) for cheering me on and correcting my grammar (: You both are awesome! Also, I’ve just reached 3k subscribers today so here’s a celebration fic xD
Song Title


There is a boy who lives across the street from Phil who has brown hair the colour of chocolate, the voice of an angel, and eyes that reflect a million stars. Phil doesn’t know when it first started, but he slowly began to drift to his slightly cracked window every night just to hear the boy sing.

He always sat upon his windowsill, picking at the lint on his pastel jumpers while his lips uttered beautiful melodies that put Vic Fuentes to shame. And Phil didn’t even know the boy’s name, or what he liked to do in his spare time, but he could slowly start to feel himself falling for the boy.

It was idiotic in a way. Phil had never met this brunette beauty before. He never heard his voice besides when he sang in the hours of the night, he never seen him in broad daylight, and he certainly didn’t know a single thing about him. And yet, Phil was in love with a voice and a boy who didn’t even know he existed.

These were the thoughts that haunted him at night, cracking his window open just a sliver before crawling to his bed to browse through Tumblr. He was somewhat embarrassed by how obsessed he had become, but the moment that Phil heard the first few cords of a Pierce the Veil song come from the apartment complex opposite his, Phil’s worries floated away and he leaned back to allow the pretty lyrics into his eardrums to embed in his memory.

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Together- Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: none fluff? (Peter and the reader just graduated from high school, so this takes a couple of years after the events of homecoming)

Word Count: 1,036

AN: I’ve been sick and busy with school and work, but I hope this makes up for not having updated the exchange student in a while! I promise the next chapter will be up by the end of the week:)

Peter had always been your friend, ever since you could remember. You two just seemed to click when you met in middle school, and your friendship only became stronger and stronger as the years went on. You were there for so much, the near-death experience in DC, Liz moving away, Peter unveiling himself as Spider-Man to you, and he was there to support you through your dreams of becoming a pathologist. He was there to help you study, to keep you company when your parents were gone, and to distract you from their fighting if they were ever home, which was rarely. You did have a crush on him, one that stayed consistent as the high school years came and went, all the way to senior year.
Peter was awkward, but a cute awkward. He was funny and smart, and had this way of making you feel better just by hugging you. He was supportive and genuine. And his smile. You loved his smile, you loved being the reason he smiled. You suppressed your feelings throughout the whole Liz crush era, and you were there to comfort him even after she left, because you were a good friend. You were there for the mini MJ crush that he had for like two months. And you were there when he dated Chrissy from chemistry junior through half of senior year. Each time it hurt, but you were afraid to admit your feelings. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship. So, you just smiled and supported him through the various girls.
Ned and MJ both knew about your crush on Peter, but being the great friends that they are, they never told him, but only with the condition that you would tell him by the end of senior year.  You agreed, but time snuck up on you. It was graduation night, and you had gotten a ride from MJ so that you two could get there early. Under the blue gown, you wore a black dress that fitted your figure perfectly, and although it was simple, you looked amazing in it.
MJ nudged you, and you looked up to see Peter and Ned walking towards you two. “You know, your time to tell spider boy here about your crush on him is almost up, with your party being tomorrow, so what’s it going to be? Have you even invited him?’ MJ asked. You hushed her and smiled as Peter got closer.
“Of course, I have, he’s my best friend.” You mutter under your breath, knowing that was a lie.
Fast forward to the next night, and after a quick text invite, Peter is at your rooftop along with MJ, Ned, and your other friend Amie. You had hung up fairy lights and set up some blankets and pillows to lounge while watching movies from your projector that you had set up with MJ’s help earlier on in the day. It was pretty much a very relaxed ambient, nothing too over the top to celebrate your graduation.
At one point, after getting slightly jealous of Amie and Peter chatting away endlessly, you excused yourself and walked over to the edge of the building to look out at the skyline. Working up the courage to tell Peter you’ve liked him for a long time was hard, and you didn’t exactly see the point of it if you were going to go to a university different from his in a few months. You didn’t even know if your friendship would survive the strain of distance.
“Hey.” Peter walked up next to you and looked out at the city. You glanced over at him and smiled gently.
“Hey is for horses.” You say, earning a chuckle and an eyeroll from him.
“Do you remember how we met?” He asks suddenly.
“Of course. Modern history with Ms. Chavez. I’m pretty sure she hated us for being so obnoxious.” You say laughing. Peter chuckles.
“And then our first high school football game?”
“You hated it, but I had so much fun.”
“That’s the only reason I ever even tagged along, because you wanted to go.”
“You didn’t have to, I could’ve been perfectly fine with Amie. You even went to homecoming with us too.”
“Oh, don’t remind me. And to think I even worked up the courage to ask Liz as my date.” You look away quickly down at your hands.
“Yeah, very brave. Even though you ditched her.” You teased softly.
“We both know why. Plus, for what it’s worth, I had a much better time with you at prom this year than I probably would’ve had if I had stayed for the whole dance sophomore year.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “You only asked because Aunt May forced you and you didn’t have a choice. I would’ve been fine.”
Peter shakes his head, looking over at you with a serious expression on his face. “I asked you because I wanted to, not because May told me to. I wanted to get the honor of seeing you in a pretty dress and to slow dance with you.”
Peter lifts your chin so that you’re looking up at him. “Look, I-I suck at saying things but MJ and Ned swore they’d tell you if I didn’t, so I guess I wanted to do it before they did. Y/N, I really like you. Like, a lot. And it’s okay if you don’t, I’m totally cool with it, I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, but I guess… I guess I just wanted you to know.”
You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks after listening to Peter’s words. You open and close your mouth like a fish, unsure of what to say. You can feel Peter getting nervous with the silence as more and more time passes. Of course MJ and Ned tricked him into doing this too, just like they had done with you. Later they would be hearing it from you, but for now, you had this.
“What about- “
“School? I don’t know. I guess we can figure it out, right? Together.” Peter cuts you off and smiles. He takes your hands in his, stepping closer to you.
“Together.” You smile.

No Guarantees

Marvel (The Avengers) One Shot

Characters: [MALE] Reader x Peter Parker + Tony Stark

Warnings: none

Request: “one shot where the reader is tony stark’s son, who has powers of invisibility though keeps them hidden from his father. reader tries to help peter with his powers and being Spider-Man behind tony’s back and falls in love with peter. thank you!” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,431

A/N: hope this was okay !

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Drunk Last Night (Part 4: Stay)

Originally posted by strengthcas

Summary: you and Dean have one final blowout…

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Sam x Reader friendship)

Song Inspiration: Stay, Florida Georgia Line

Word count: 2,000

Warnings: angst, language, lots of feelings

A/N: the conclusion to the drunk last night mini-series (unless I can think of more…)

This is part of a series! Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Leaving Small Heath seemed like a distant memory, so long had passed and things had altered. Nancy was no longer the little girl, running around in the sludge with the Shelby brothers as their parents chattered over a cup of tea. Tommy was the one that she missed the most – his brown locks that dangled over his eyes after a dip in the river, the sound of his amusement that blasted through the fields whenever he won a game of football and his boldness, a thing that people treasured and loathed.

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anonymous asked:

Hiiii I'm new to to your blog but I love it already 😩 Can I request nct's mark friends to lovers au! #39 and can I get it super fluffy if possible??

#39: “Hypothetically, if I asked you out, would you say yes?”

Mark was nervous. No, scratch that – he was terrified.

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Best Friends HC - Part 4

I didn’t think I would continue this but I got inspired!

Lemme know if you would like a specific character~


  • Due to you ignoring him in favour of listening to music, Squalo improved his vocal skills
  • Aka you being the reason why Squalo is so loud
  • Everyone else: SHUT UP!!
  • Squalo always breaking your headphones
  • You secretly paying Spencer to develop indestructible ones
  • From and outsider’s point of view, Squalo looks like a mother looking after her child
  • It becomes even clearer every time you almost get yourself killed because of your carelessness
  • Fortunately Squalo is always there to save you
  • Or scold you. Depends on how you see it
  • You: C’mon it wasn’t that bad!
  • It was actually that bad.
  • People wondering what someone like you is doing in the mafia
  • You’re actually very skilled but being a skilful assassin won’t have Squalo looking after you
  • Basically, you’re a wolf in a sheep disguise
  • It’s no secret among the other guardians. Squalo is the only one not having put two and two together yet
  • Fran: But what if senpai starts caring for someone else?
  • Squalo shows up that very moment, grabs you by the hem of your shirt and yanks you on his shoulder because the two of you have to go on a mission overseas
  • You: That’ll never happen~
  • Fran: Fair enough


  • Fran is negativity and you’re positivity.
  • You help him taking Bel’s knives off his hat.
  • Sometimes, Fran would just be standing somewhere doing nothing. You choose those very moments to snuck up behind him and force a smile on his face
  • Fran then disappears using his mist flame and you’re left pouting
  • Lussuria is your #1 shipper and supporter
  • Bel is the cockblocker
  • Levi is taking bets
  • Fran: I hate my lif—
  • You: I baked cookies!
  • Fran: *monotone* Yaaay~
  • Fran sometimes get annoyed when you try to make him smile
  • He doesn’t say anything though. He’ll rather use his flame to play tricks on you
  • Fran’s tricks are actually quite sweet as he makes you dream of your own version of fairy tales.
  • Fran secretly happy that you always ditch the prince to go after him
  • For some reasons the vilain always looks like Bel
  • Your positive nature also has an impact on other Varia members
  • You’re actually quite popular among your pairs which frankly enough annoys him a lot more than your little tricks.
  • In this case, Fran’s illusions on those members are not as pleasant as yours
  • You end up meeting him in your dream at your supposed dream wedding.
  • The next day, you wake up next to him with a familiar ring on your hand.
  • When you confront him about it, Fran uses his flame to disappear again
  • He does come back when you walks down the stairs wearing a very family white dress though


  • “The prince is—“
  • “I swear to god if you give me another royalty speech I’ll kill you”
  • Sometimes, you wonder if your best friend needs to see someone
  • To put it simply, his royalty talk is annoying and you’re always sassing him
  • The prince doesn’t like it but you’re his only friend so…
  • “I hate that frog kid”
  • You: “Yeah sure that’s why he’s still alive”
  • Fran: “Senpais, I’m right there”
  • You refuse to be the peasant falling in love with the almighty Prince that is Bel
  • However, you always accept playing darts with him
  • That is how you bonded as you were the first one to beat him at the game
  • However, Bel being a sore loser tried to kill you on the spot
  • You managed to fight your way through it and he deemed you too entertaining to be disposed of
  • The first months of friendship had been a roller coaster with your life on the line
  • Now, Bel would just casually appear out of nowhere and hang around you
  • He tries to get Fran to get out every time. Fran refuses and then they fight and you leave
  • You coming back one hour later to patch up their minor scratches
  • Bel being annoyed that you’re also taking care of Fran
  • Fran openly calling him out on his jealousy
  • The two of them going for round two and you leaving again
  • The day you mention Gokudera is ‘quite cute’ is the day Bel won’t let you cut him off during his royalty speech
  • Basically “Respect yourself, you deserve better!”
  • You: “Yeah but I don’t think Xanxus would be interested…”
  • Bel realising you don’t see him as a potential lover, taking you up on the challenge after beating you to darts
  • Let’s just say knives are also useful against undergarments

secure: a loser’s club imagine (pt. 1)

a/n: this is not in traditional reader insert form, but if you would like to read it like that, the character pronouns will be strictly they/them. the charcter also has fem! moments that can easily be switched to be masc! or neither. enjoy! and let me know if you want pt. 2 because i’ve already written it


School was out and I was sitting on the fire escape of my stupid apartment building once again. The black metal steps contracting the unbearable summer heat causing me to burn my ass every time I sat there. Yet, everyday I’d sit there despite The red marks that would be left on my thighs by the time I went back in. The building felt so lonely, and it was the only time I had away from the hellhole, since I really didn’t have any friends. I was more of an outsider, watching people build close relationships when I relatively kept to myself. I had Bev though, I gave her cigarettes that my mom left and forgot around the house.She was always worrying about so many things she’d take one out, get sidetracked and forget about it entirely. So I swiped them and gave them to Bev. So when Bev came home, she’d sneak to the fire escape and come down to meet me. Sometimes, we hung out. Others, she’d take them and go without so much as a ‘Hi’. Luckily, today it was the former. She looked down at the 3 cigarettes next to me I’d gotten for Bev, and she sat next to me and said, “keep them.” as she pulled out an entire pack.

I noticed her hair. So short and so beautiful. I ran my hand through it stating, “I love it.” She thanked me. I lit one of the cigarettes for myself, then lit hers. We smoked and made small talk, simply enjoying each others company. “Wanna come to the quarry with me and a few friends?” she asked. “Do you even have to ask?” I laughed back at her. We snuck back in through my window, picking out what to wear. Bev and I were pretty similar, not coming from much money so we decided to go swimming in our under wear, which was a harder decision for me, my body had matured more, since I was older and in a grade above her. So the underwear I had showed a little more than I’d hoped.

It didn’t help when she told me her friends were all younger boys, except for Stan who was my age but got held back, who would mostly likely gawk at half-naked girls. The thought made me uneasy. As we picked out clothes, I asked her, “Any run ins with Greta today?” Greta was a bully, who specialized in both physical and psychological torture. Bev sighed, “Bitch filled a half empty trash bag with water and poured it on me, jokes on her tho I used my backpack as a shield, so it was pretty useless, kind of like her.” She laughed. Greta loved to target me and Bev, spreading rumors about the both of us, for Bev she told everyone she had slept with a plethora of people, including the grease ball himself, Henry Bowers. For me, she had broken up with her boyfriend, and told everyone it was because he had slept with me. Obviously, Greta was lovely.

Bev put on a dress, bringing a pair of knee length shorts for when swimming was over, and I decided to do the same, only bringing shorter shorts that were more comfortable, and wouldn’t be seen under the dress. We put the clothing items in Bev’s bike basket and headed down to the quarry. Racing down to the quarry with the wind in my face felt free and exhilarating. I felt carefree and untouched by impurity and malice that was Greta and her clique. I felt true freedom in the breeze and sunshine, with Beverly by my side.I felt happy. Arriving at the quarry it seemed they hadn’t noticed we were behind them. So Bev joined on their conversation, surprising them. “We’ll go.” She replied as Bill Denbrough asked, who would go first. Bev stripped, and I shortly followed suit, chasing after her and mindlessly throwing myself off the cliff.

The boys mustered up their courage and jumped off the cliff as well, Bev introducing me to each boy. Bill jumped in first, I knew Bill, everyone knew Bill every knew about Georgie Benbrough. Bill didn’t know me though, mostly because of the grade gap, but I soon found out Bill’s birthday was late so we were closer in age than I’d previously thought. Bill also seemed very distant, but he he just seemed very nervous. Then, I met Ben, Ben was the sweetest guy I’d ever met he reminded me of a teddy bear I’d had as a child. Then there was Stan, Stan was very hesitant to talk to me, but once he was comfortable with me, I’d felt the closest to him. Then Eddie, the boy that was so worried about everything all the time it was almost endearing. Then Richie, I’d felt a different connection with Richie, from the second we met we couldn’t stop laughing from each other jokes and it felt comfortable. They all felt very special to me, and after spending the day at the quarry, I felt closer to Bev, and it felt great to be forming connections and friendships with the rest of the boys. This summer, would not be spent alone on the hot black steps of the fire escape.

We were having so much fun, but once our fingers started pruning, we knew it was time to get out. Bev and I laid out to dry. Bust a Move was playing on the boom box as the sun beat down on us, most likely giving us a slight tan. Wanting to make sure her tan was even, Bev flipped over. Richie pulled out a stuffed manila folder from Ben’s back pack. Ben explained that he did a lot of research on the town’s not so sunny history. Bev got up and sat next to Bill who looked at the folder together, and I turned to face the group on my stomach. I waited for Bev to hand me the folder, and when she did I almost couldn’t believe what I was reading. Massacres, explosions, fires, everything you could think of. “I have more stuff at home.” Ben stated. “Then let’s go.” I got up and used the towel to dry the rest of my hair, Bev and I put our clothes back on, and we made our way there.

I was not expecting what I witnessed. Ben had pictures all over his walls, articles, mysteries, theories. It was interesting and slightly impressive. I didn’t know where to start. I decided to listen to Ben as he started a story about the Derry charter and it reminded me of the mystery of Roanoke, how the settlers disappeared without a trace and the only clue being a word carved into a tree. Only in this version, a trail of bloody clothes leading to the well house. This is where the inkling started. Maybe there was a thing doing all this. Maybe it took all those kids. But that was crazy right?

Kissing Day Prompt Lists and Writers Circle

This year, Kissing Day sorta snuck up on me but that doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun. I have goodies for a giveaway, and I’m going to get (at least) one new fic up, but I thought, hey…why don’t I outsource? :D 

You can find more information on the main post [here]. The event will run from September 9-16. For those accepting prompts, once your name goes on the list or you reblog this with “prompt me!” or something to that effect, you can work at whatever pace works best for you, just make sure you get it to me if you want it reblogged next week (or the week after). I’ll take submitted links, tags (me or #Seal’s Kissing Day Celebration) or you can send me a link in chat.

So now that that is out of the way…. 

Prompt lists and outsourcing: A few of you have expressed interest in taking prompts for the holiday. I can’t do that, but I can certainly prompt you and share your name on a Kissing Day Writers’ Circle Roster. Those interested in being prompted for all the Kissing Day fluff and smut* just let me know! *(and angst? I’m not sure about angst, but I say angst with a happy ending would be more than fine). I can add your name to this post, just let me know which DA you’re writing for (1, 2, 3, canon, au, etc) and the characters you want to write about (otp, brotp, etc).  

Kissing Day isn’t just for romance and  while some of these lists are geared toward it, I don’t want anyone thinking this is a romance exclusive holiday. Friendship and family are so important, and affection (especially kisses!) tends to be far too sexualized in my part of the world, so if you’re worried about this autumnal version of Valentine’s Day being all romance all the time, NOPE. We had a lot of great pieces last year that had little to nothing to do with romance. If you want some examples check out the 2016 Kissing Day Masterpost.

Kissing Day Prompt Lists

Kissing Day Writers Roster

Quick note: if you’re sending prompts make sure folks are still taking them (or just add a note in your prompt “if you’re still taking prompts” or some such) as this list will update, but the post going around may be older. 

@poweredbycoffeeandwine ( Dragon Age Modern AU Pairings: Elina Trevelyan x Cullen, Mercedes Hawke x Anders. Mass Effect Pairings: Tavrien Shepard x Kaidan, Camille Ryder x Liam.)

@mysdrym (let me know details? shoot me an ask or a chat and I’ll just copy and paste )

@guileandgall  Mainly Dragon Age Trilogy, Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect: Andromeda, and Saints Row. For pairings, check their character page. 

@scottishvix:  Sai x Cullen (Love universe), but she would also love to do some friendship ones for Lily. (mod note: YES. give me the friendship fics!)

@helluvawriter: Dragon Age.  Siany X Blackwall. Siany is a spirit healer in the inquisition and everything happens tangentially to the main plot, but takes place in a canon. Then Canon Elora Lavellan X Cullen.

@crisontumblr joined us last Kissing with how the Wardens do it in Ferelden. For  prompts; primary ship is Aeron Tabris and Alistair, but cris is starting to work on Gideon Hawke x Fenris.

@kagetsukai  from kagetsukai:  My main pairing is Cullavellan, but I’m willing to experiment with things in any of the DA games. Send me a prompt and we’ll talk :D

Flat Line

Pairings: Sam x Reader | Dean x Reader (friendship)

Song: Please Don’t Go by Joel Adams

Summary: Something is wrong with (Y/N), she knows it but doesn’t bother to get checked out until a trip to the store forces her to.

Words: 1709

Warnings: angst, illness, character lost, spoilers

A/N: Sorry it’s been a while.

Master List | Request

You trudge through the bunker, your body shaking as you approach the library, but you force yourself to display a smile when you see the Winchester brothers, their heads buried in books as they desperately try to figure a way to remove the Mark.

You haven’t been feeling well for a long time now, you know it’s not the flu or just a small virus that’ll disappear in a few more days. You know this is something much larger because you’re always tired and the amount of weight you’ve lost when you haven’t been trying isn’t normal.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Sam asks, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning in to examine your face better. You stand there, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop while your head spins from merely reaching for a cup. Shrugging his hand off your shoulder, you nod your head a smile up at him, but you can clearly see he hesitates to believe you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You turn to rest your back against the counter, tucking your arms in the hoodie pockets. Sam sets a couple of empty beer bottles on the metal table before opening the fridge and rummaging through it. “You and Dean find anything yet?”

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