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Clingy

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Request: the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend pls :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid



Ever since you became a couple, or even started liking each other, Bucky was always by your side. Everyone in the Avengers tower knew that if they needed to know where you or Bucky were, they’d always find you two together. If Bucky wasn’t jumping in front of a bullet for you, he was snuggling so close to you, you could feel his heart thudding against his chest. You loved being with Bucky as much as he loved being with you.

Bucky was searching all throughout the tower for you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes speedily scanning around every room he walked into. You weren’t in bed with him when he woke up and it was making him nervous. He needed to be around you at all times, or else he feels like you’re in some sort of danger. The guys on the team always tease him and say he’s clingy and overprotective. Bucky always shrugged them off and said he’s neither of those, but deep down, he knew it was probably true. But he didn’t care and neither did you.

You were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and laughing as Wanda taught Vision how to make pancakes from scratch. It wasn’t the most easiest thing to learn when you can’t even eat the food. You shook your head as you giggled, watching Vision send you a confused glance. And possibly a silent cry for help.

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, the left one feeling cold. You smiled and leaned against Bucky’s chest, patting his forearms resting on you. “Morning, handsome.” You said softly with a smile. His face nuzzled in your neck and he inhaled your light scent of body wash. “You weren’t in bed.” He muttered sleepily, swaying against you.

You frowned slightly and nodded. “I know, I wanted you to sleep in a little.” You replied, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He sighed and moved his arms to slither around your waist, pulling you even closer. Before he could reply, you heard chuckles coming from the kitchen table.

“Bucky, you’re so clingy.” Sam said with a head shake as he stuffed his mouth with food. You rolled your eyes at the way he was eating like an animal. “He is not.” You defended Bucky, hearing him whimper against you.

“He kind of is.” Clint added as he poured himself a third glass of milk. Tony snatched the jug from Clint’s hand just as he finished pouring it and angrily looked at him. “Wanna buy yourself a cow to keep around or buy a jug every two days?” Tony snapped at Clint, screwing the cap back on.

Clint rolled his eyes and moved back to the kitchen table, a few laughs sounding through the room. Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, pulling you further against him. You were on a stool at the kitchen island, so your whole back was pressed against Bucky, not an inch of space between the two of you.

“Tony, tell Spam and Clit that Bucky isn’t clingy.” You said as you took a bite of your own food. Steve snorted at the silly nicknames and you heard Nat laughing into her hand, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. You could feel the chuckle vibrating against your back from Bucky. The two men glared at you and you shrugged at them.

“No, he’s most definitely clingy.” Tony stated with a cocky grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Bucky sighed against you and hid his face in your shoulder again. “Am not.” He sleepily chimed in. 

You noticed Sam looking at Clint, the two grinning mischievously. “Don’t.” Steve warned, raising an eyebrow, pointing his spoon at the two trouble makers. He already knew what was about to happen.

But it was too late. The two had set their plan in motion. “So, Y/N, I was thinking we could train together later.” Sam said as he took a sip of his orange juice, his playful gaze set on the brooding and intimidating man behind you.

Bucky’s head shot up and his eyes landed on Sam. “She most certainly will not. She only trains with me so I know she’s not getting hurt.” Bucky said with a much rougher tone. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and you sighed, finding it ridiculous how they were pushing Bucky.

The three men laughed together at Bucky’s reaction. “And overprotective too!” Tony piped, holding his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. Your mouth was hanging open, you were so shocked. “Enough! He isn’t clingy! And his protectiveness isn’t even that bad!” You defended Bucky once again. You hopped off of your stool and pulled Bucky along to your bedroom, leaving the others behind.

You sighed as you stepped into your room and Bucky was silent, his hand slipping out of yours. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered softly, so much so, you almost didn’t hear it. You turned to face Bucky and gasped. “Do not apologize! Bucky, they’re just-just being idiots.” You groaned, walking up to Bucky.

Your arms slithered around his waist and his hands held your cheeks. “I just like having you with me.” Bucky said quietly, his blue eyes looking back and forth between yours. You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.

“Next time they tease you, it will be the last time.”


You were currently washing the dishes. Bucky was leaning against the counter beside you, his arms crossed and his shoe nudged against your sock covered foot. The small contact made you giddy inside. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you clean the dishes. He offered to help but you insisted on doing them yourself.

“You don’t have to sit here and be bored, baby.” You said as you rinsed off a plate, the suds sliding off. Bucky shook his head quickly, his dark hair framing his face. “No, I wanna be beside you.” Bucky said, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and giggled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You sighed lightly and smiled up at Bucky. “Okie dokie.” You hummed before going back to washing the dishes. Bucky visibly tensed when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. He was always alert around you, not wanting anyone to hurt you. But when he saw who it was, he still didn’t relax.

“Why are you hovering over her like that?” Clint asked Bucky, his eyebrow quirked in an amused way. Bucky’s shoe moved from your foot and you turned around, keeping your soapy wet hands in the sink. “He wants to. Now get out.” You snapped, turning back to your task.

Bucky sighed and tapped his metal fingers against the counter. “No, no. It’s alright, I should go work out anyways.” He said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head before walking away. You wanted to go after him, but instead, you turned your attention to Sam and Clint after drying your hands with a towel.

“You two better stop teasing him about this. After everything he’s been through, I’d rather him be clingy than distant. Which is what he’s doing now because you two won’t leave him alone!” You shouted as you threw the towel at Sam’s face. He caught it just in time and creased his eyebrows at you.

“We’re only joking, Y/N.” Sam said as he tossed the towel to the kitchen island. You scoffed. “It’s not funny! Either you two stop it or I’ll make your lives miserable!” You seethed at the two, smacking their arms. 

Clint shouted dramatically and Sam stared at you shocked, holding his arm. “Fine!” Sam shouted, walking out of the kitchen. Clint was mumbling to himself as he followed Sam and you rolled your eyes.

You were tired of them making Bucky feel like he was a burden. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Bucky. He was the sweetest thing and you knew you brought him comfort just as he brought you comfort. So what if he was clingy and protective over you?

You stepped out after the elevator doors opened on the gym floor, and you walked down the hallway to the gym doors. Bucky was sitting on the weight bench, lifting a weight with his flesh hand, his bicep flexing as he lifted. His eyes were focused on the mat, sweat already trickling down his forehead. You slowly approached him and stood in front of him.

“They won’t mess with you anymore.” You said softly, watching Bucky continue to lift the weight. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “They’re right.” He grunted, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You frowned and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Bucky, I’d rather you be clingy than distant.” You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his that held the weight.

Bucky set it down on the mat and sighed, wiping his hand on his sweats. “Y/N, I could back off sometimes. ” He replied sadly, his blue eyes moving from yours to his shoes. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Bucky, I would die if I went five minutes without being with you.” You whispered, wiping his hair off of his sticky forehead. His heart fluttered as your fingertips outlined his jaw.

His hands rested on your hips and he gave you a small smile, lightly squeezing you. “Don’t go dyin’ on me, Doll. I love you too much.” Bucky said, making you blush like before. You giggled and Bucky hummed at the sound, pulling you closer to him. You straddled his lap and gently pressed your lips to his. Bucky’s hands held you closer than ever, your chests pressed against each others, your breath mingling together, hands grasping at one another.

You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, leaning your forehead on Bucky’s. “I love you too, Bucky. You’re not clingy, I promise.” You said softly, playing with his hair. He nodded, gently grazing his nose back and forth against yours. “Overprotective?” He questioned softly as he squeezed you again.

You shook your head and laughed softly. “Not at all. But, you don’t have to take every bullet for me.” You said with a quirked eyebrow. Bucky pulled away from you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t risk losing you.” Bucky mumbled, his metal thumb pressing into the skin of your waist. “You won’t.” You said, resting your hand on Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky sighed and pulled you in for a hug, his arms holding onto you so tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. “You’re stuck with me.” You added with a giggle. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “I’m fine with that.” Bucky said with a wide smile.

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Killing a toxic co-workers hopes, dreams, and future.

Names changed for anonymity, happened a few years back. This is a long one so TL;DR at the bottom.

Background: I got a job working for a small hardware company. 4 people in the office, a few in the warehouse, and a delivery driver. Nothing fancy, but it got me off the night shift and onto a desk. The owner was a pretty nice guy, let’s call him Ray. Ray took over the family business in the early 2000s. Like most small business owners he was pretty frugal. The job came with absolutely zero perks. 10 vacation days that doubled as sick days, no insurance, everyone was hourly and Ray hated paying OT. He had one large customer that accounted for about half his business and everything after that was profit. He had gotten to the point where the business was doing well enough to support his comfortable life (10-3 schedule, 4 weeks vacation, season baseball tickets) and had zero interest in growing it beyond that point. But my problem was not with Ray, it was with the absolute b*tch in the purchasing department.

The players: Four people in the office meant that every part of this business fell to one of us. Ray was the owner, he negotiated large scale orders both with customers and suppliers. Sarah was our admin/receptionist, sweet as pie. I was in charge of order processing and logistics, and I did quite a bit of work revamping the company website. Ingrid (aka B*tch Supreme) handled small scale purchasing and most of the other customers.

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Spidey’s Got a Girlfriend?!

“I promise I’ll be there,” Peter spoke, and Tony over heard him on the phone. Tony leaned against the door frame to his office where Peter stood taking his phone call.

“Hey, I apologized for last time… I know… I can’t wait… I-I love you too. Bye” Peter hung up, a smile tugging at his lips. The boy looked absolutely love sick, it made Tony smile a little.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Tony asked as he walked in.

“Ah! Mr. Stark, how long were you right there?” Peter whirled around to look at Tony. Tony rose an eyebrow, his smile only growing.

“Not long. Tell me about the girl,” Tony sauntered into his office and sat behind his desk. Peter was absolutely red in the face and obviously looking for any way out of this conversation.

“What girl?” Peter played dumb.

“Come on, kid. You’ve got to be a better liar than that to fool me… unless it’s not a girl, which is fine. Tell me about them.”

Peter sighed and sat in one of the chairs on the other side of Tony’s desk. He was still obviously blushing, “She’s from my school, and we’ve been dating for a while.”

“How long?”

“Six months.”

“Jesus, I don’t think I had a relationship that lasted longer than six days when I was your age. How do you do it?” Tony say up, suddenly fascinated by the conversation. He thought maybe this was a two week thing, something casual, and the ‘I love you’ that was exchanged was premature and naïve. However after learning the time frame of the relationship he had to rethink that; maybe it was sincere.

“She’s really great,” Peter mumbled, still obviously embarrassed.

“Well where are you taking this great girl? And why haven’t I met her? Does your Aunt know about her?”

“Yeah Aunt May knows and we’re going to the art museum. She likes to make fun of the classics. And I guess you haven’t met her because I didn’t think you wanted to. ”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I dunno, you’re busy, I guess. And it’s just a normal thing, not a super hero thing.”

Tony suddenly felt kind of bad about that. He wanted to know these things, if only because he was nosey. At that moment, he decided the previous matters on which this meeting was called on was no longer important. He wanted to know all about Peter’s girlfriend, and this date they were supposed to be having. This was kind of big. First loves were important right? People married their high school sweet hearts all the time. Sure those marriages often ended in divorce but sometimes they don’t. Tony realized there was so much wisdom he needed to share with Peter. Were they being safe, taking the proper precautions so they didn’t ruin their future with a baby?!

“Okay, kid,” Tony inhaled sharply, trying to put his spiraling thoughts to rest, “Tell me all about this girl.”

Peter eventually had to leave to go on his date, but Tony just wasn’t satisfied with simply hearing about the girl. So he called in someone who understood the concept of trusting no one and treating everyone like they’re suspicious.

“Hey Natasha,” he spoke on the phone.

“What, Stark?”

“So Underoos has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, her name is Y/N.”

“You already searched her up?”

“No Peter told me about her, the time you asked me to keep an eye on him while you were in Mumbai.”

“He just told you about her?!”

“He needed advice on what kind of flowers to get her. If it makes you feel better, I also did some background checks and things like that on her. She’s an average student, she’s a part of few little clubs, most notably she’s on the newspaper. She’s got some award winning articles too. I think she wants to be a journalist.”

“They’ve been together six months Natasha.”

“I know, tonight is there six month anniversary. They’re going to a couple of museums. They’re at the art museum right now.”

“… Are you trailing them?”

“Of course I am. This Y/N girl is great for him, I can’t let him screw it up.”

Tony was quiet for a beat, “I’ll meet you there.”

Tony and Natasha watched from far off  at the two teens. They held hands as they walked through the art museum. She pointed at a painting and said something that made Peter laugh. Tony put in an ear piece that allowed him to hear what the two was saying.

“I’m just saying, Daphne turned into a fucking tree,” Y/N laughed, “Ancient Greek mythology is fucked up.”

“She swears a lot,” Tony grumbled, he looked over to Natasha to see her smiling a little, “Natasha!” he chastised.

“What? It’s kind of funny.”

The couple kept walking. Y/N rested her head on Peter’s shoulder as they went to the next painting. It was of Sappho and her many lovers. Y/N read the description in front of the painting aloud.

“ Sappho and a close friend, huh?” she said sarcastically.

“Mmhm, just two gals being pals,” Peter agreed.

“Oh yeah, because I kiss my girl friends on the mouth all the time. No homo, dude.”

“Definitely not. Sappho was just a woman who was close friends with a lot of other women.”

“Yeah, nothing gay about that, dude. She totally wasn’t a lesbian.”

“Oh no definitely not.”

They were both starting to laugh, because the picture in front of them was so blatantly gay. Y/N continued on about how historians will go to any lengths to make things heterosexual. Natasha was trying to keep it together and not outright laugh at the things Y/N said. Tony was trying very hard not to instantly like Y/N, because he didn’t even know this girl, but he couldn’t help but to smile every time Peter laughed.  Peter was just a kid in love with her, and he so rarely embraced being a kid. He was trying to be more mature so he could be a better super hero, but these precious moments of youth were passing him by. He couldn’t help but to think Y/N was good for him. Y/N and Peter got to a particular sculpture in which she tried to mimic the pose the statue was in. It was admittedly a complete failure, but Peter tried to. He was no closer to matching the pose than she was.  They laughed at their mutual failure and continued on. They eventually left the art museum and got lunch together.

“She’s a good kid,” Natasha assured as they sat with their coffee al fresco across the street from the restaurant the two of you went in to.

“Well I didn’t think she’d be bad… just maybe not right for Peter. He’s a sweet kid, and people like to crush kindness when they find it.”

“This girl has been with him for six months, and do you know how many times Peter has cancelled plans with her to go save someone in need. She doesn’t even know he’s Spider-Man. She just trusts that whatever he’s doing is important… so if anyone is going to get hurt in all of this… it’s probably her.”

“How many times has he cancelled.”

“14,” Natasha over articulated then took a sip of her coffee.

“Jesus,” Tony sighed.

“Yep, and she’s still here.”

“He should tell her.”

“I think so too, but he’ll only take so much advice from me. But you know how much being a superhero can strain on a relationship, maybe he’d take the advice better from you.”

Tony turned his head and watched as Y/N pulled out a box from her purse. He listened in on their conversation.

“I know we both agreed not to get each other presents until our year anniversary, but I saw this and I thought of you,” Y/N spoke.

Peter went to speak, obviously about to chastise her for getting him a gift but she held up a hand to stop him.

“I didn’t spend a dime on it.”

Peter opened the box and a smile took over his face. It was a super old polaroid camera that 1977 would soon be calling for.

“You know now that I think about it… that’s probably worth a lot of money,” she spoke offhandedly, “But I don’t use it anymore, and I know you’ve been collecting cameras so…just promise me you won’t sell it.” she shrugged again. Tony could tell she was trying to seem casual about the gift, but she’d probably spent days trying to figure out what to get Peter.

“Of course I’m not going to sell it. How did you just have this?”

“It was a gift from my grandma,” she sighed, Peter motioned to give it back, “No, you keep it. I never use it, and my grandma would have wanted someone to use that camera, and love it the way you love the rest of your cameras.”

“… I will,” he gave her a soft smile. He put the camera’s strap around his neck. He then reached into his own pocket to get a small box.

“Looks like neither of us can follow directions,” Peter smiled ruefully as he slid the box to her.

“God dammit, Parker. I wanted to be the master gift giver this time,” she joked as she took the box. She undid the bow around it and opened the box. She looked up at him, confused by the content of the box, or rather surprised.

“Pete.”

“It’s a uh… a promise ring,” Peter was red again, “Not to get too intense or anything… it’s just that I know it bothers you that I cancel a lot… even though you don’t say anything about it. I just wanted to show you that I really do want to keep you forever.”

“Oh god that’s so sweet, I’m gonna throw up,” Natasha groaned.

“Jeez, who raised this kid.” Tony complained looking away from the scene he thought to be cringe worthy, because of course that was too much for a high school relationship. It was entirely too much.

“His aunt is a hopeless romantic.” Natasha explained.

“You’re gonna make me cry, Pete,” Y/N spoke and as she did she seemed to already be dabbing tears from her eyes.

“Oh wow, she’s into it,” Tony said surprised by the turn of events. Peter pulled his own ring on as Y/N put on hers. Y/N leaned over the table and kissed Peter. It wasn’t one of those long winded kisses that Rom-Coms glorify, it was sweet and simple.

“Ew this is too sweet. I think I’m getting diabetes just from watching it,” Tony complained but he didn’t look away. As Y/N sat back on her side of the booth, Peter put his camera up and snapped a picture of her.

“Pete,” she complained.

“I want to remember this moment forever,” He explained as he pulled the picture from the little slot and shook it absently.

“Yeah but I’ve still got tears in my eyes,” she laughed a little. Peter smiled as he looked down at the slowly forming picture.

“You look beautiful,” Peter assured turning the picture toward her.

“We’ve got another museum to go to, silly boy,” she reminded, “We can’t spend forever here.”

Tony came back to himself at her words. He and Natasha should go. They should allow Peter the youthful innocence of his first love without prying eyes.

~Mod Lillian

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hello this is part two to let’s hurt tonight. i’ve decided this is going to be a five part mini series so there’s definitely more to this. i hope you like it!!!

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You’re just finishing lighting the last candle when the front door slams. You frown, Harry never slams the door. 


“Honey?” You call uncertainly down the stairs.


“Yeah.” He responds and his voice is rough and sharp.

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First Love

Summary: You move into a new apartment and you become enemies with your new neighbor.

Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 4.4k

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“Thank you so much for helping me.” You hugged your friend.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay here alone?” She asked concerned.

“I’ll be okay Chae.”

She hugged you once again before leaving.

Now to unpack.

You finally moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment. You wanted a change. The only thing was that you were living in the more active side of town. You were more towards the city so the crime rates were a little high. Plus it was loud.

As soon as you went through your boxes, pulling out picture frames first you heard piano coming from next door. You leaned in closer to get a clearer sound. It was beautiful.

You decided to just go back to unpacking. You did feel a little uneasy being alone. This was a new feeling for you, being on your own.

One of the first things you wanted to do was set up your TV. You hooked up your cable, easy enough and then turned your TV on using the remote. As soon as you turned it on, it seemed to be working fine so you left and went to the kitchen putting away some dishes.

You turned around from the sound of plastic hitting the floor. Sammy. Your cat jumping up on the counter knocking shit off like usual.

“Get down.”

You went back to unpacking your kitchen box when you heard the cable going out with a loud static you had to cover your ears. You immediately went into panic mode trying to find the remote that you only had a few minutes ago.

The noise was unbearably loud that you couldn’t take another second. You heard a loud door bell ringing over the static.

You quickly went to the door opening it up seeing a young guy looking extremely annoyed.

“Shut it off!” He tried to shout over the noise.

“What?” You yelled back.

“Shut it off!” He made his voice louder.

“I’m trying!”

He entered your apartment uninvited and marched over to your TV. He couldn’t find the buttons to the TV so he just reached around and unplugged it.

You looked at him apologetic.

“You couldn’t do that?” He snapped.

“I’m sorry….my cat must of knocked the cable out.”

He rolled his eyes making his way towards the door. “You just move in?”

“Yeah.” You nervously tugged your hair behind your ear.

“Please keep it down.” He glared at you before he stepped out your apartment and you heard the door next door shut. Was he the one that was playing the piano?

You glanced at the time seeing it was 10:30. No wonder he was mad, who wouldn’t be mad.

You decided to just call it a night and dragged yourself to your room.

-

The next morning you got a call from your friends Chae and Jisoo. They wanted to meet you for lunch. As soon as you got ready they texted you the address of the place. It wasn’t too far.

“Hey girl.” Your friend Chae greeted you. “How’s the place?”

“It’s pretty nice, and cozy.” You smiled.

“Did you finish unpacking?”

You shook your head. “Too tired.” You leaned back in your chair.

“What apartment complex did you move into again?” Jisoo asked.

“The Gardens.”

“Really?” She asked. “My brother lives there.” She smiled.

“That’s cool.”

“Now I can visit you both at the same time.”

“You go there often?”

“Not really, my brothers always busy.” She pouted.

-

You didn’t stay long, you still had a lot of packing to do. Before you went upstairs you stopped at the main office claiming your mailbox. They gave you a key and they told you to make sure it works from it being a little out of date.

You went back to the front door where the mailboxes were and attempted to open your mail box. As soon as you opened it you saw a letter already.

Welcome to The Gardens.

That’s it?

You heard noise next to you as someone else was getting their mail. The guy from last night. You tried not to cause attention to yourself. You walked back over to the office saying your key was fine and headed towards the stairs. You had to pass the mailboxes again to get to there.

You saw the guy look in your direction as you walked forward.

“Hey….I’m sorry for last night I was just trying to finish my work.” He apologized.

“No I’m sorry for making so much noise.” You smiled.

“I’m Yoongi.” He reached out his hand.

“I’m (Y/N).” You shook his hand.

“Do you need any help unpacking?” He kindly offered.

“No that’s okay I only have a few boxes left.” The shy person you were avoided any confrontation as possible. Even how cute this guy was.

“Okay well, you know where to find me.”

He went to the elevator. You were honestly afraid of elevators you avoided them at all cost. You were only on the third floor so it wasn’t a big deal.

As soon as you got to your room you continued unpacking, you had more then you led on.

“Sammy, don’t you dare touch that TV.” She looked at you then swatted at the cord making it fall out again. The irritating noise come back.

“Sammy!” You ran to your TV hitting the power button turning off the sound. You didn’t bother even looking for the remote because you knew you wouldn’t find it.

You heard a instant knock on your door. “You’re making me look bad Sammy.”

(I actually talk to my cat, not crazy cat lady way but like this, so I hope this is not weird xD lol)

You opened the door to see the familiar face of annoyance. “Need help with your TV again?”

“I’m sorry but I turned it off quicker this time.” He walked into your apartment again uninvited. He sat down in front of your cable box attempting to screw in the cable.

“Here’s your problem.” He sat up. “Your cable adapter is broken….it just spins it doesn’t tighten that’s probably why it keeps falling out.”

“Oh.”

“Your gonna need a new one.”

“Here I have a better idea.” You grabbed the duct tape and started to unwrap it.

“Really? Duct tape doesn’t fix everything.” He arched his eyebrows.

“It will do for now so Sammy won’t knock it out again.”

“Sammy?” He asked.

“My cat.” You confirmed.

He laughed. “Of course.”

His laugh was beautiful.

What were you thinking, you just met this guy and he seemed like a grouch. No offense.

He looked around your apartment seeing the mess. “It looks like you still have a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah….I’m not exactly sure where I’m putting everything yet.” You bit inside your cheek.

“Need any help?”

“That’s okay I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay.” He nodded and made his way towards your door. “Hopefully your cat can keep it quiet.” He smiled causing you to blush.

Why was his smile so perfect? Why was he effecting you this way?

-

You woke at 5am on this Saturday morning so you can start your morning shift at 6am. You worked with your parents twice a week but you also had a full time job at the local restaurant for about two years now.

It was nicer since you only had to travel a few blocks but now you were on your own so it was either walk or city bus since you didn’t have a car.

You hated working at the restaurant, it was always busy at night and you had to deal with rich snobs. There was occasional sweet people who left you nice tips but that was a rare occasion. You were trying to work your way through school. You still had two years left.

“You’re late sweetie.” Your mother scolded you.

“I’m sorry, the bus was late.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you taking the bus.”

“It’s fine mom.”

“You should of worked on getting a car first before moving into an apartment.” You rolled your eyes. She was always like this.

“Mom I’m 21 now, I need to be on my own.”

“Okay fine then be on time.” You squinted your eyes.

Your parents owned a local pharmacy in the city.

-

As soon as you dragged your self off the bus you were already tired. Saturdays were your busy day at the pharmacy. When you reached your apartment entrance you decided to stop at the mail box.

You opened your box and it only had a few letters in there. You couldn’t imagine you having mail already. As soon as you pulled them out you noticed the name saying Min Yoongi.

You felt a mini anxiety attack meaning you had to bug him again.

When you got to your floor you stood outside his door taking a deep breath before you lifted your fist and softly knocked.

You heard the door handle turn not to long after. When he opened the door he seemed surprised to see you there.

He didn’t say anything he just stared waiting for you to say something.

“Um….your mail was in my mail box by accident.” You looked down handing over his mail.

“They do that a lot…they probably have dyslexia.”

You pursed your lips. “Okay well-” You started to turn around.

“Wait.” He stopped you suddenly. “Can I ask your advice on something?”

You looked at him confused. He moved to the side so you could walk through. He shut the door behind you making you jump. You didn’t know why you felt so intimidated by him.

You waited until he led you to a open space next to the living room. He had a grand piano next to a Yamaha electronic keyboard.

“I want advice from an outsiders point of view instead of my friends who hear my stuff all the time.”

He sat down at the piano and he looked at you signaling you to sit next to him. You noticed the music sheet on the stand labeled ’Butterfly’.

He brushed the keys before he pressed down playing the first note. The song was unbelievably gentle. It gave you some inner feeling you couldn’t explain. You had chills, you have never heard anything so beautiful in your entire life.

The song felt emotional.

After he was done he looked forward, like he was thinking until he turned to you. “Was it okay?”

“Okay? It was beautiful.” You sweetly smiled.

“Really?”

“Yeah….you wrote that?”

He nodded. “Amazing.”

“Thank you.”

-

For the past week you couldn’t get Yoongi out of your head. The way he smiled, even though that wasn’t often. But yet you couldn’t figure him out. One moment he was grouchy the next he was sweet.

You couldn’t even tell if he likes you or not. He’s either knocking on your door telling you you’re being too loud or he’s inviting you over for advice then kicks you out.

You were a dance major so once you hooked up your stereo you were always practicing, which often caused Yoongi coming over asking you to lower the music.

-

You were living at the apartment for a month now and you had a huge audition coming up so you had to practice as much as you could.

You had your music at a dim volume so Yoongi wouldn’t come pounding on your door again, it got to the point that every time he saw you he was constantly wearing a annoyed expression and he hasn’t invited you over since that one day two weeks ago. You came to the conclusion that he didn’t like you.

You practiced your whole routine twice through still needing to practice it.

As you started the third time you heard loud music coming next door. You stopped immensely to turn your music up a little more but that made no effect. It seemed his music just got louder. For the past ten minutes you just tried to ignore it but it had no use. You stopped your music and left your apartment in a rage.

You buzzed his doorbell and knocked as loud as you could. He opened the door arching his eyebrows. You heard a echo of his music coming from another room.

“Can you please keep it down?” You shouted.

“Sorry am I too loud?” He smirked.

“I’ve been keeping my end low lately.” You argued.

“I can still hear yours, so I just decided to turn mine up.”

“I have an important audition coming up.” You basically whined.

“Oh, that’s why your dressed like that.” He referred to your ballet sweats.

You glared at his cocky smile. “I’m being serious.”

“Well sorry I’m doing my job.”

“Is your job being rude as fuck?” Your shy side no longer an issue.

Yoongi stepped back with a surprised expression but he still had a smile on his face. You also saw that he had guest so you immediately toned down.

“Okay I’ll turn it down if you do.” He smirked again.

You rolled your eyes and stormed back to your room.

You knew you weren’t being that loud he’s trying to get back at you.

“You have a friendly neighbor.” Jhope laughed sarcastically at his friend.

“She’s cute.” Jimin said making Yoongi smile.

-

You wasted too much time angry at Yoongi that you had to already get ready for your night shift at the restaurant.

It was 9:30pm and you were counting down the time you could go home. You still had a dreadful four hours. You stood to the waiting area for another family or couple to be seated. You looked at the direction of a young couple entering the dinning area. Your eyes widen as you had to take a double glance towards the pair.

It wad Yoongi with a girl. She was beautiful. Of course he has a girlfriend.

Wait a minute, why did you all of a sudden feel jealous? After today you never want to see or hear from him again.

You don’t care. You don’t care.

You kept repeating.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your manger whisper shout at you. You looked at him and he pointed to the young couple.

Of course. You have to seat him.

You made your way over to them and bowed. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes and then he smirked. He didn’t say a word that he knew you, which you were kind of grateful for. You lead them to their table and pulled out your pad.

“Hello I’m (Y/N) and I’ll be your server, can I start you with some drinks?” You asked professionally.

“I’ll take a water….Suga?” She tried to get his attention. He looked up from the menu.

“Same.” Then looked back down.

You walked away getting ready to get their drinks. Why did she call him Suga? Was it some cliche couple name? Why were you caring so much?

“Why so grumpy?” One of the cooks laughed as you set up the drinks.

“Nothing.” You smiled sarcastically.

“Are you guys ready to order?” You said as sweet as you can while putting their drinks on the table.

“Yeah.”

She ordered and then he just agreed on whatever she was having.

The rest of the night was a blur, as you waited in your service area, you occasionally caught Yoongi glance at you and he would do his annoying smirk.

You honestly couldn’t get him through your head. Was he purposely trying to annoy you or make you uncomfortable because it was working.

Cleaning up their table you collected the envelope where they placed the tip and put it in your pocket with the rest of your tips.

Later that night you dragged yourself up the stairs through your apartment complex. You dreaded this job, but it was too good of a paycheck to pass up.

As soon as you entered your room, the shoes came flying off. You heard faint piano keys from the room over. What was he still doing up? It was 1:30am.

It reminded you to check your tips. You opened the envelope from.his table. You pulled out the amount and looked at it confused. This must be a mistake. $300. You never got that high of a tip before.

You knew he was up so you made your way next door knocking. You heard the piano stop suddenly and not to long the door opened.

He had a habit of not greeting you, he would just stare and wait for you to speak first.

“I think you accidentally gave me too much money.” You waved the envelope.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Yoongi this is $300….even rich people with ten houses don’t give me that much.”

“That’s how much we gave you.” It looked like he was almost going to shut his door in your face

“Well…its too much….I appreciate it but I’m not struggling or anything.”

“It’s fine, my friend has a lot of money….you deserve it.”

Before you could speak he did shut the door in your face.

You deserve it? You went back to your apartment confused. How would he know? Yoongi was a puzzle that you were trying to figure out. Even though your close to finishing it there’s always one piece that’s missing.

-

It was the end of next week and your last day to practice your dance routine and of course Yoongi had his music interrupting your music again.

You marched back over pounding on his door. His music never stopped so he probably didn’t hear you. You jiggled the handle and saw that it was opened. You didn’t see him once you entered. You just followed the music until you stood in front of another door. You turned the knob and saw a studio type den.

He was sat down in a chair in front of a panel filled with hundreds of switches and buttons.

“Yoongi!” You shouted over the music. He slightly jumped and turned the music down to a dim.

“What do you want?”

“Don’t you own a pair of headphones?” You snapped.

“Yes.” He smirked.

“Why are you doing This? To get back at me? I’m sorry for the past few weeks okay…..so can you please stop punishing me I’ve been playing my music low every night for you.” You rambled.

“Why should I, I pay to live here and I’ve gotten no complaints till you lived here.”

“Why are you such a jerk?” You yelled.

“If I’m such a jerk then move.” He stood up.

“You know what, good idea.” You turned around and headed towards his door.

You were close to his opened door but before you could leave he beat you to it and closed the door with his presence behind you.

“I’m sorry okay.” You turned around and walked backwards until your back hit the door from how close he was. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Why do you care….you hate me.” Your tone of voice was still agrivated.

You saw him lean in closer. “I dont hate you.” He glanced at your lips before looking into your eyes again. You saw him lean in even closer that you could feel his breath on your lips.

You were tempted to fill in the rest of the space but your mind flashed back to the restaurant. He had a girlfriend. You weren’t gonna be some homewrecker to some innocent girl who has a cheating boyfriend.

“Can you let me leave please.” You said softly.

“Do you hate me?” He asked sadly.

You didn’t answer you just closed your eyes to avoid his gaze. “Please Yoongi.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” He backed up and opened the door. After you left you couldn’t help but feel guilty. The look on his face was haunting.

-

The only positive thing this week was that you passed your audition with flying colors but the rest of the week was quiet. You didn’t have to practice or neither did you hear Yoongis music through your wall. You were happy but yet you felt lonely.

But you tried to not feel guilty, he wanted you to suffer and you did.

It was Monday so you had the night off. Thank God.

You were about to cook yourself some dinner when you heard a loud irritating noise. You looked over to where it was coming from and you saw your cat playing with the cable again.

“Sammy!” You ran over and chased her away from the TV. You quickly hit the switch making it quiet again. You expected a knock on your door immediately but nothing. You went back to the kitchen to go back to cooking. You were actually quite sad honestly, you wanted him to go to your door like before.

After you finished your meal, you went back over to the TV and plugged the cable on. When you turned it on it was still a loud irritating static.

What the hell? The cable was in. You turned your TV off again to make it quiet. You pulled out the cable to look at it. It was broken, actually more chewed off.

“Sammy.” You mentally argued. She must of just did that. You put your shoes on getting ready to leave. You needed to buy a new cable, you couldn’t just sit in silence for the rest of the night.

As soon as you opened your door, Yoongi was waiting on the outside. “Having trouble with your TV?” He smirked.

“My cat chewed it up.” You looked down.

“You need a spare?” He asked.

“You have a spare?” He nodded.

“I was gonna give it to you before but then you pulled out the duct tape.” He smiled making you blush.

He tilted his head for you to follow him. And you did.

When you entered his apartment you closed the door behind you. He went to the end of the hall into a walk in closet. He leaned down and grabbed a fresh new cable that was still in its package.

He stood back up and handed it to you. He looked at you with hungry eyes. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke as he handed it to you.

“Do you need help hooking that up?”

“Um…I-” He caused you to stumble over your words as he leaned in closer to you, resting his hand on the wall next to you.

He smiled as you attempted to speak. You closed your eyes. The last thing you saw was him leaning in closer but this time you were frozen. You finally felt his lips brush yours. It felt nice. You didn’t push him away, your lips actually responded against his. He gently pulled your hips to his feeling every inch of him closer to you.

Before you could go in any deeper. You softly pushed him away. “What about your girlfriend?”

He laughed. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You looked at him confused. “But what about at the restaurant-”

“That’s not my girlfriend…we work together and she invited me out for dinner.”

Now that you thought about it, that night you never seen them being affectionate. It was wrong for you to assume.

“So…” He waited for you to do something. “Can I kiss you again?”

You blushed as he leaned in forward. You bit your lip nervously while you nodded in approval. He once again broke the free space bringing his lips towards your.

This time he didn’t hold back, he kissed you desperately. Like he wanted to for a while. He lifted you up and carried to the next room over which was his studio. He sat you on his desk and immediately started sucking on your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him closer.

You felt his hand make it’s way up your shirt playing with the hooks of your bra. You toyed with the waist band of his sweats making his voice moan vibrating your skin. You felt chills run down your spin.

He left your neck and went back to your lips. He moved his tongue inside to explore every inch. The butterflies went off when You felt his member poking you through his thigh. You had the urge to reach through his pants grabbing him but your shy side didn’t want to make anything uncomfortable.

He pulled away noticing how you stiffened up. “You can tell me to stop, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I feel that way about you.” He arched his eyebrows confused. “I want to um-” You nervously stumbled.

“Say no more.” He leaned in kissing you again tugging on your sweat pants. He pulled them off in a swift motion dragging down your underwear also. He pulled away slightly to admire your body. You smiled as he started tugging on his own pants.

But before you could get a look at him he kissed you again. You felt his member brush your folds before pushing in. You arched in pain as you tried to adjust to his size.

He didn’t give you much time as he started thrusting into you. The pain was visible for the first few pumps until it turned into pleasure. You tilted your head back enjoying the pleasure.

You heard him giggle watching you skirm. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk as you felt your body reach its climax. Your moans were pretty much uncontrollable at this point. The feeling hit you immensely, you felt weak but he kept his quick pace working up his own release.

He continued to rock against you until you heard a ring enter the quiet room. You giggled as he rolled his eyes but he didn’t stop. You leaned in and kissed him passionately while he hit his release.

You both took a second to catch your breath. “Your phone’s still ringing.” You whispered.

He leaned back and made a cute groaning sound. He pulled his pants up while going to his phone.

“Yeah?” He answered annoyed.

“What took you so long to answer the phone?” You heard the other end. You slid off the desk and pull your pants back up.

“I was busy.”

“I’m outside your door.” You heard the female.

You watched as his eyes widen. Then turn to annoyance. “Okay.”

Then he hung up. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“My sister’s here.” He walked out of the room while you followed him.

“You want me to go?” You asked before he made it to the door.

“No…please stay.” He begged.

You went over to the couch and sat down. He opened the door for his sister greeting her in the process.

You glanced back and you never felt more anxiety.

“(Y/N)?”

“Jisoo?” There stood your best friend, who happened to be sister’s with the guy you just slept with.

-

Masterlist | Part 2

Stay With Me

Part 1 (It’s not really that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2; Part 3


Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff

Word count: 1,943

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

“I will show you something better,” he said.  It still amazed you how quickly his personality could change, one minute he was standing there ready to kill and the next he was already guiding you through the crowds of people downstairs with a smile on his face. Everyone’s eyes were on you and you couldn’t help but look around if Jimin was still present. He was nowhere to be seen though.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re just jealous,” Jongdae spoke once you two were outside.

“Of what?”

“You of course,” he said opening the car’s door for you. “I don’t blame them, I’m not sure I have seen anything prettier either,” he continued once you were inside. “I will be right back.”

For once you were actually happy he left you as you couldn’t control your blushing whenever he started flirting. “Geez,” you thought and turned in your seat to see what he was doing. He was talking to a group of men, eleven besides him, you only knew Suho and Sehun though. They seemed to be arguing and you couldn’t help but think that it was because you screwed up. Damn those windows, you can’t hear anything. You reached down to open one of them slightly when Jongdae looked at you and you had no choice but to get back to your seat.  

“Is everything okay?” you asked him as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I don’t know. You seem kind of angry.”

“Let’s just say not everything worked out in my favour,” he said starting the engine and driving out. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he smiled and put his hand on your thigh. You looked at him and then back at his hand and just gently lifted it up and put it on his lap.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, when you noticed you passed the turn you have taken before.

“Where are we going?”

“I thought I told you I will show you something better,” but you just tensed up at his words. What does he mean better? He seemed to notice that.

“Relax. We’re going to my place,” but that didn’t calm you down at all. His place? What is he planning to do there?

“You’re place? I thought you-“

“Were living there? No way! With all these men around and barely no women? It’s more like a dorm,” he laughed as he pulled up into a fancy looking apartment complex. He got out and opened the door for you but you were reluctant to get out.

“Are you seriously thinking I will do something to you? You do realize that if I wanted I already had plenty of opportunities to do that.”

He was right. You were kind of embarrassed for even thinking about it. You took his hand and walked inside.

“Which floor?” you asked once you were in the elevator.

“The very top.”

The penthouse, of course.

“I need you to close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” he said and you complied. When you reached the door he guided you around and after a few minutes you felt the wind on your skin. You took it as a sign and slowly opened your eyes. The view in front of you was beautiful to say the least. You grabbed onto the balcony’s railing. You couldn’t believe it, you could actually see almost the whole city from here. It looked lovely as the lights began popping up as the night took over.

“I told you it’s better.”

“It is,” you chuckled. After a moment of silence you decided to ask him the question that’s been bugging you.

“So what happened today?”

“Where do I start? I guess there is no point in lying to you as you already know about my work, more or less. To put it simply we needed to make a deal but these guys are so stubborn as it is but if Jimin is around, it’s practically impossible to talk to them, so that’s why I asked you to distract him. It was going pretty well until Suho told me he took you somewhere private,” you decided not to tell him that it was actually your idea. “And well you know what happened next. I really messed up, I think I just made our bad relationship with them even worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You see it’s not only them, there are plenty of other gangs out there and the tension between us all has been high way before this and,” he stopped mid sentence. “Are you cold?” he asked taking his jacket off and putting it on your shoulders. “Well it’s night already after all but I always think the view is worth the cold,” he laughed.

You looked down at the city, you never thought you would see something like this. Jongdae took your hand and dragged you away from the railing.

“Come, I will warm you up,” he said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the balcony and pulled you too his lap. You had no idea where to put your hands, this whole position was pretty awkward but you couldn’t help but smile.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know why but being under stars with you like this really calms me down,” you stated and then realized you just said that out loud. He just chuckled and pulled you in closer his face just inches away, his warm breath on your skin. You closed your eyes not knowing what he was planning but opened them just as quickly when you felt him pull away.

“I don’t want to push you. It feels kind of wrong when I’m the only one who wants it,” he said standing up and picking you up. You covered your face with your hands, you could feel your cheeks burning. Were you actually expecting something? When you looked up at him again he was already going up the stairs.

“I see you don’t mind me carrying you anymore, so that’s a start,” he laughed as he pushed one of the doors open with his legs. He sat you down on the bed.

“This is going to be your room. Mine is next door, so if you need anything feel free to come in,” he said as he turned to go.

“Jongdae wait!” Great. You stopped him. Now what? You actually had no idea what to say, you just didn’t want him to leave just yet. You had to come up with something quickly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said leaning on the door frame.

“What did you want to say to me back then in the morning?”

He seemed surprised by your question which only increased your suspicion that he’s hiding something.

“I don’t remember,  it was probably nothing important.”

“I see… “ you decided not to bother him now and wait for another opportunity. “Can I ask you for one more thing? Can you leave the door slightly open?”

“Scared?” he laughed.

“No, I just can somehow feel the freedom that way, knowing I’m not locked up,” he looked at you concerned. “I’m sorry I was the one who made you feel that way. Sleep well,” he smiled before exiting. You quickly changed and got into bed. You took the pendant Jongdae gave you off and put it safely on the night stand. You tried to rethink everything that happened today but sleep soon took over.

▲▼▲▼▲

You were kneeling on the floor, it’s coldness seeping through your skin. You heard one of them say “Scare them a little”. You could feel the metal press up against the back of your head. You squeezed her hand, trying to control your tears and told her that you love her. You looked up and saw your mother crying saying that everything is going to be alright, your father frightened by the sight couldn’t utter a single word out. You heard the safety click. It seemed like the time stopped at this moment. You closed your eyes. 

This is it. 

The loud sound after the trigger was pulled seemed to resonate around the room. 

It’s over.

▲▼▲▼▲

You woke up in cold sweat. A dream? You haven’t thought about it in a long time, maybe today’s events triggered it. You touched your face, you were crying. You wiped the tears away and rolled to the other side. The door was still slightly open, just as you asked. You tried going back to sleep but it was impossible after that. You sat up, thinking that this is the stupidest idea you came up with in years but he did say to come in if you needed anything. You slipped out of your bed and headed to the door. The apartment was dead silent. You quietly opened the door to his room and peaked inside. By the way his chest was rising you realized that he’s in deep slumber. You stood there in the doorway for a few minutes, feeling kind of guilty to wake him up. You slowly approached him and gently touched his hand that was poking out of the covers.

“Jongdae,” you whispered when suddenly his strong arms grabbed you and slammed you into the bed. He got on top of you his hands wrapping around your neck. You tried prying them off.

“Jongdae! It’s me!” you cried out. That seemed to snap him out of it.

“Y/N! Baby! I’m… I’m sorry… My reflexes kicked in… I thought I was being attacked… I-“ he said letting go of you.

“Why are you here? Did something happen?” he continued. “Were you crying?” he asked. You were surprised he could actually see your face in this darkness.

“Can you get off of me first?” he quickly rolled over to your side and looked at you with concern, waiting for your answer. Still surprised by his sudden outburst and making a mental note in your head to never try this again, you thought for a few seconds what you should tell him.

“I want to sleep with you.” his eyes widened at your statement as you quickly realized what you just blurted out.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you softly punched him in the chest. “I meant, can I sleep in your bed?”

“What? Afraid of the darkness?” he laughed but you didn’t say anything.

“I’m just teasing you! Of course you can sleep here.” he said pulling you closer under the covers. Any other time you would have pushed him off but you needed somebody to hold you. This was too close though, your heart was about to burst out from beating this fast. You tried to move a little bit farther away but his grip was strong and you had to give up. You slowly put your head on his chest, his heartbeat was steady and you had to admit that just like before his presence calmed you down. You just lay there for at least half an hour. It seemed surreal that only a few months ago you would have rather died than stayed with him, yet look where this got you. Thinking that he has fallen asleep again you reached down for his hand and took it in yours.

“Thank you.” you whispered, after all if it wasn’t for him you would have never gotten out of the hell hole that was your parent’s home. You felt his lips curve up against your forehead. That sneaky bastard, pretending to be asleep, this is going to be so embarrassing in the morning. He intertwined your fingers with his.

“Stay with me, like this, forever.”


~ Part 5 ~

A/N: If Jongdae isn’t an actually sunshine then idk the Earth isn’t round 😂 I actually planned out the story and will probably finish it in the next 3-4 parts~

Dying without company

“You know,” Jason croaks hoarsely, his throat tight with pain and his chest burning from the effort of speaking, “in our line of work, no one expects to live forever.” He pauses to gulp for air that burns as it goes down, and he clenches his eyes shut at the pain the effort causes him–and at how his headache is being exacerbated by Bruce banging against the bars of the cage they’re locked in, roaring threats at their captors. He doesn’t seem to be hearing anything Jason’s saying–he just keeps slamming his hands against the metal frame surrounding them. Jason’s not even sure if he’s speaking English. His posture is wound tight, and anyone even half-sane who saw him this way would turn and run the other direction as quickly as possible.

Jason’s never been sane, though. Plus, there is the small matter of the shrapnel embedded in his chest and stomach–and, more pressingly, the holes the shrapnel left. He’s been trying to put pressure on them since a few minutes after he got them–the first few heartbeats after the rocket launcher fired were nothing but white noise and terror and painpainpain–but his hands are shaking and it doesn’t seem to be doing much good. There’s slippery, sticky blood all over his hands, drenching his uniform, and the few times he’s chanced glancing down at his body he’s only been able to scan the shredded skin, flapping muscle, and the slight darker color of an organ before he’s looked away. He licks his lips, swallows blood and grimaces. But he clears his throat slightly and goes on. “And look, I know I’ve never been a safety-first kinda guy–” A spasm in his stomach makes him clench his eyes shut, keen deep in his throat. “–but I kinda…” he pants, breathless, gives a half-hysterical laugh through his teeth. “…I thought I’d at least make it to thirty.”

It occurs to him, after a long moment of just trying to catch his breath after speaking, that it’s quiet. He chances a glance at Bruce, and blinks when he sees the man just standing there. He’s still clasping the bars, shoulders hunched and so tight Jason can practically feel the rage wafting off him.

Though on second thought, maybe it’s not rage. There’s blood welling up in Jason’s throat, and he can’t stifle a whimper at the sensation. He gags, and then goes into a coughing fit that has him lurching up off the floor slightly, his whole body burning from the inside out and blood everywhere and—

“Shhh.” Something strokes his hair, comforting and gentle. “Breathe, Jay.” There’s another hand on his back, holding him up and rubbing smooth circles. The voice is tense but soothing and reassuring, and Jason finds his gasps growing slower, easier–though he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not. His vision comes back slowly, colors bursting into his view in painful light. Bruce’s face, cowl still firmly in place, is above him, the man’s jaw tense in worry. He gently eases Jason’s head down into his lap, cups his face with a gloved hand and carefully wipes the blood from his cheek, his mouth. Jason sighs, leans into the touch and closes his eyes, and Bruce’s hand freezes on his cheek.

“You’re not going to miss out on thirty,” Bruce says, and Jason almost smiles, because Bruce’s voice is as firm as ever and the guy has a desperate need to deny reality.

“I…” he gulps. “I missed you, you know.”

Bruce stiffens further, if that’s even possible.

“Even when I was so angry, even when I hated you, I missed you so, so much, a-and it hurt so damn bad–”

“Jay.” Bruce sounds desperate.

“I just.” Jason’s eyes are burning viciously, almost as badly as his lungs, and he sobs once, the sound choked and odd-sounding from lack of air. “I just want you to know that I did hate you…but I still loved you, too. I…I still…”

“Oh, Jason,” Bruce says, fast and hoarse. His hand slides carefully but fiercely into Jason’s hair, pushing the tangled curls back behind his ear. “I love you too. You know that.”

Jason swallows blood. He does know, and he can hear the pain in Bruce’s tone that reveals how much his doubt hurts, but he can’t help it. He’s always been a cynical son of a bitch. Dying hadn’t changed that before, and it wouldn’t again.

He’s really starting to not feel good. Well, he’s been feeling pretty awful for a good long while now, but now he feels really bad. The pain in his torso—and especially in his stomach—feels deep-seated and intense and pulsing. It throbs in time with his faltering heartbeat, and he feels dizzy and lightheaded, like he’s going to fall over even though he’s lying still. Like he’s going to float up out of his head at any second. Though that might partly be because of the heat—he’s sticky and sweaty and yeah it makes sense that he would be feverish. Puncture wounds and intestines didn’t go well together. He’s probably screwed even if the others get here. Which they probably won’t. He wishes he could accept that fact with a little less desperation. He really doesn’t want to die without getting to say goodbye…and maybe even having them just be there, where he could see them. He imagines it must be awful to watch someone you love die right in front of you, but he reserves the right to think that dying alone is worse. He’d never been so utterly petrified in his life as when he’d died. As utterly weak. All he could do was lay there and cry as he slowly suffocated and wished that Bruce was there.

Bruce is here, now—and probably getting more than a little panicked that he’s spaced out, if the faint pressure on Jason’s face is anything to go by. And Jason’s grateful, he really is. But sue him if he wants the others, too. Even if he hates seeing Dick cry. It always makes him want to cry, too. He doesn’t know if Tim would cry. Maybe. Damian, who the hell knows. Cass would be upset. He thinks maybe she would be the worst.

He faintly feels like he’s being manhandled, and at first he thinks this is it; not in small part because he feels like he’s moving far more than he would be in reality from just being rolled over and tugged upwards. But then his chest hits Bruce’s and the breath leaves him from the pain. Huh. He wasn’t sure he was actually breathing. He supposes that’s a good sign.

“—You can’t do this again, Jason,” Bruce’s voice fades back in as the ringing in Jason’s ears eases off a bit. He rocks back a bit, dragging Jason along. Jason can feel Bruce’s arms around him, supporting him with a tension he knows all too well. “I don’t…” Bruce’s voice breaks, and Jason winces at the first of his hitched sobs. “I just got you back. I don’t want to say goodbye again.” I didn’t want to the first time, Jason hears. “I don’t want you to go.”

Jason takes that in, limp in Bruce’s lap, stuck staring at the collar of Bruce’s suit from where he’s lying, cheek is pressed against Bruce’s collarbone, held there by his dad’s gloved hand cupping his face. Bruce does know that changing position would only help if his lungs were full of blood, not his stomach, right? Jason doesn’t particularly want to go now, either, but…. “Y-You do know that isn’t,” he has to stop to gulp for air, half-laughing a bit at himself and the awkwardness of this situation, “exactly up to me, right, Dad?”

Bruce buries his face in the top of Jason’s head as a response, and Jason just lies there and breathes, listening to Bruce’s shuddering breaths as his tears wet Jason’s hair.

Jason winces. He can’t really move—no strength to—and he can barely feel his face, let alone his limbs. His whole body feels oddly numb…except for his stomach, of course, which is still throbbing with burning pain. He swallows. “…Dad?” He whispers.

Bruce freezes, and only a split-second later Jason’s eased down a bit, his head against Bruce’s forearm so that Bruce can look at him. Jason’s heart seizes a bit; Bruce’s face is streaked with tears. He wets his lips. Bruce probably won’t take this well, either. “Promise me you’ll cremate me. A-As soon as I’m dead. Promise me you won’t bring me back.”

Bruce’s whole body shudders faintly. “What….what are you talking about–”

“You can’t,” Jason wheezes, starting to cry. He doesn’t know why the thought suddenly occurred to him, but now it’s all he can think about, a pressing, real fear that’s a vice around his failing heart. He can’t do it. He can’t be pulled away from his dad’s arms to drift off into emptiness again, only to wake up screaming as his body is torn apart to put it back together. He can’t have his mind like that again. He can’t do it. He just can’t. “I don’t want to do it again, B, please. Promise me you won’t try to get me back, please, please just let–” he chokes on blood and snot. His stomach is probably in shreds now, based off how it feels, and more tears spill out at the thought of it. “Just let me go.”

A gloved hand on his cheek. “Shhh, Jason, calm down, please hold still–”

Promise, B!”

Bruce hefts him back up again, and Jason feels a big hand cradling the back of his head. “I–” Bruce swallows, crying too. “I p-promise, Jason. I–I won’t.”

Bruce is crying too hard to speak, and so’s Jason, but he still tries to flop his numb arm up towards Bruce. Bruce catches it, pulls Jason’s hand in against his chestplate, to his heart.

Bruce lifts his head, and Jason thinks he hears something. Maybe the dull boom of an explosion. The others, maybe. Hopefully.

“Please,” Bruce whispers, into Jason’s ear. “Please wait.”

It kind of seems like Bruce said that uncertain of whether Jason could still actually hear him or not. It’s okay. He heard it. And he’ll try. It didn’t make a difference last time. But he’ll still do it. Bruce orders most of the time, and Jason still tried to obey, when it made sense. When Bruce asks…Jason tries.

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Research

Characters:  Sam x Reader

Summary:  Research leads to more between Sam and reader.  Basically a little plot, a little poetry and some good old fashioned smut.

Word Count:  2313

Warning:  Smut, language.  Sorta rough sex.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Research

It’s a Thursday night and you are seated at an enormous table in a public library after hours. And no, you didn’t enter through the front door. The method of entry for you and Sam had been a window around back that Sam had managed to open with his pocket knife. Because that’s how hunters roll.

Sam is seated across from you. Books are stacked all around, piled high. Dean, the lucky bastard, is staking out the apartment where the suspect lives. You, however, drew the short end of the stick and are stuck doing research for the next ten billion hours. At least, that’s what it feels like.  

The upside is that between paragraphs, you can sneak peaks at Sam Winchester. The way his eyebrows draw together as he concentrates, the way his hair falls down to cover his face as he reads, it does things to you. Fucking hell, it doesn’t’ help that he’s wearing his Fed getup. That white button down shirt? Jesus Christ. It makes your cheeks feel hot in a cool room, your stomach does somersaults. He always has this effect on you, he just doesn’t seem to realize it. Which only serves to make him more desirable.

Blowing out the lungful of air that you’ve been holding in, you force yourself to return to the centuries-old text in front of you. It smells comforting, old leather and musty pages. As much as you hate research, you have a fondness for books. Fiction is more your speed. When it comes to research, you’d prefer some wifi and Google. Ancient lore, unfortunately, isn’t usually found with a few keystrokes.  

Okay, time to concentrate. Grabbing another book from the stack to your left, you quickly scan the table of contents. A chapter labeled ‘Kamadeva’ catches your eye. Flipping quickly to the right chapter, you read the text. Hmm, this sounds like it could be useful.

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The Arrangement: Part 5

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 5

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  2971

Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, sexual content, angst

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

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Smartass

Summary: You’re a pretty calculated person, that is until you meet the infamous Winter Soldier, who makes you lose your cool each time you see him. 

Word Count: 2271

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, because I have a potty mouth.

A/N: So this is my first time posting any of my crap here, which is why I’m a lil bit scared! I wrote this months ago, it’s one of my first pieces, so please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes/ mistakes in general (English is not my first language). Feedback is very welcomed! I hope you enjoy! 

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Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Landing a job at Stark Labs was a dream come true. You had never even hoped for it to happen, but here you were, Chef of Engineering Section, with your own lab, a place to live in the Avengers Compound and most importantly, a space and tools to grow as an scientist.

You loved your job. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy and Engineering- all of your favourite aspects of science combined into one position in one of the best labs in the world. It was like buying a mystery Mentos pack filled with all of your favourite flavors in it. You could swore that life was literally treating you all too well, which meant that soon enough it should all go to hell. Oh, how right you were.

The day you met the one and only, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes was the day when everything started to go to shit. And that was a very mild description of what was happening. You didn’t even know how you, a very calculated person, started turning into a hot mess every time this big bulk of muscles in a shape and form of Bucky Barnes was around you. But it was happening way too often and it had to stop.

“God dammit, god fucking dammit!” you muttered under your breath when you tried for the billionth of time to modify Tony’s suit. “You fucking piece of shit, little ball of fucking wires that are too fucking dumb to fucking work with me for fuck’s sake!”

“Language” Steve chuckled as he entered your lab.

“Don’t you fucking… Jesus, Captain, I’m so sorry…” you stood up, immediately starting to apologize for your dirty mouth. If you could point out one thing that you would love to change about yourself it would most definitely be your vocabulary. Keeping your cursing at bay when you were mad wasn’t exactly your forte.

“It’s Steve, Y/N, you should know that by now” he told you with a smile. “So I guess you have problems with fixing something?”

“Kinda. It’s just that Tony asked me to modify his suit, but this dumbass forgot to get me the right wires to increase durability of the system, so I have to work with what I got which is, well, nothing, so I’m pissed as hell, I mean, I’m just angry, because how am I supposed to work if I can’t?” you ranted, looking around for your screwdriver.

“So I guess it’s a wrong time to ask you for a favor?”

“Depends. What’s the deal? Something’s wrong with the shield?” you looked at him concerned. You fixed it 2 days before, what could possibly be damaged again?

“No, everything’s fine with me, but I think Bucky needs a checkup. His arm’s been weird lately, you know? I think he messed something up right after you fixed it after the mission and he doesn’t want to admit it.”

That stopped you in your tracks. Every checkup you had to do on Bucky was a dreadful experience for you in general, mostly because you had to remain professional while your brain was all over the place. Any additional meeting with the soldier was an unnecessary show of your clumsiness and very bad acting as you tried to hide your affection for the man. Steve couldn’t be serious.

“Oh” was all you managed to say.

“Yeah, I know, you’re overworked anyway, but it’s probably nothing and it won’t take long, I promise. Please, Y/N?” Rogers looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Y-yeah, sure, bring him in” you stuttered as you turned around from him pretending to be searching for something, while actually trying to hide the redness of your cheeks.

“Great, you’re seriously the best!” he exclaimed happily. “I’ll tell him, you were the one to ask for the checkup, so he won’t feel bad about it, okay?”

“Uh, um, I guess?”

“Fantastic! He’ll be here in a few, I hope” he winked at you and left you all alone again.

“The lord is testing me” you muttered as you fell onto your chair and started fixing the suit again.


“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARE YOU EVEN UP THERE?!” you yelled as once again your attempt at modifying Tony’s suit turned into a failure. You’ve had enough; another try at it proved that you can’t make something so specific out of nothing.

Bucky chuckled at himself as he stood by the door frame, watching you. You were quite adorable when you were mad.

“You alright there?” he asked you with a smug smile, which made you froze. “I don’t want to interrupt your rant, but Steve told me you wanted to see me.”

“He did?” you felt your cheeks redden with embarrassment, Bucky’s presence making you forget all about your previous conversation with Rogers.

“For a checkup” Barnes clarified.

“Oh, alright” you let out a huge sigh. “Um, have a seat.”

You gathered all of your stuff in silence, trying to make yourself look like you knew what you were doing. Bucky silently looked around your messy lab, focusing on anything apart from you. To say that you made his heart race was an understatement. He was head over heels in love with you, yet you seem to never be interested in even talking to him. Each time he would come for a checkup, he felt like you never wanted him around you, which made his little heart ache every time.

“You don’t clean here much often, do you?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I didn’t have the time, sorry” you sheepishly apologized, hiding your yet again blossoming blush.

“It was a joke, Y/N. It’s your lab. Why would I care how it looks like?”

“Right” you face palmed yourself in your thoughts. “Shall we get started?”

“Go for it.”

You took a seat on a small stool that you always sat on when you did the checkup and carefully removed pieces of metal covering main electronics of Bucky’s arm. In a complete silence, you started testing the wires and checking the whole system until you found an error that Steve was concerned about.

“There you are” you said to yourself as you detected the damage and started fixing it by replacing a small metal strip.

After few finishing touches, you were done with the arm. You hadn’t even noticed that the whole time you had worked in silence, with furrowed brows and droplets of sweat covering your forehead, Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. What a beautiful and smart creature, he sighed in his thoughts, taking your presence in.

“Done. Should be as good as new” you told him as you started to put all the equipment back into the box.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best” he said with a smile and looked at you. “You have an eyelash on your…” he tried to reach for your cheek to wipe the small piece of hair off of your face, but his touch was so unexpected, that it made you fall off of your stool in the most ungracious way possible. Within seconds, you were lying flat on your ass in front of your crush. So much for keeping it cool.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” he immediately squatted to you, trying to help you get up.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing” you told him with a full on tomato red splashed on your face. How could you be such a clumsy idiot?!

“Did you hit your head? Should I call for help?” he asked looking more concerned each second.

“No, just go Bucky, just… leave me alone” you said getting up and turning away from him. You didn’t even notice that it hurt him a little, but he did as you asked, not wanting to upset you even more.

You huffed in pain as you was left alone. God, you were such an idiot. No way, he was ever going to feel the same way you felt about him.


“Maybe you should just ask her out” Steve told Bucky for what he felt like a hundredth of time since Bucky had confessed his crush on you to him.

“No way, don’t you see? She hates me!” he exclaimed, hitting the punch bag hard.

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend. He was getting tired of all of this.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah right, like you would know!”

“Then at least talk to her at the party tonight. It won’t hurt, right? If she won’t want to, then will figure it out” he told Barnes.

“Alright, but if she hates me even more after this, then you’re screwed” Bucky threatened him.  

“I know, I know” he sighed and the men continued to train.


“Hey kid” Natasha greeted you few hours after that fatal incident with Bucky. You were now in your room, watching Netflix while being wrapped like a burrito in multiple blankets.

“Hey mom” you replied, causing the redhead to roll her eyes.

“So” she started, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Are you going to a party tonight?”

In that moment you noticed she was all glammed up. “What party?”

“Have you ever left this cage or lab at all?” she asked you irritated.

“No” you simply replied.

“Tony is hosting a party tonight, in the tower. So wear something nice and go downstairs” she ordered.

“I don’t want to” you whined.

“Why?”

“I’m planning on not seeing Bucky for few months after my spectacular fail.”

“Y/N please, stop acting like a baby” she rolled her eyes.

“Why do you care?”

“Because” she looked at you irritated.

“That’s not an answer” you fixed your eyes on the screen.

“What happened between you and Barnes?” she changed the subject.

“I fell on the floor…”

“That’s not that bad” she said, shrugging.

“…because he tried to touch me” you finished, your face flushing once again.

“Where?!” her eyes widened at the vision of him trying to get into your panties.

“Not there!” you hit her with a pillow. “He tried to remove an eyelash from my cheek.”

“That’s adorable” she smiled.

“That’s fucking humiliating!” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Then get wasted trying to forget about it and your crush on him” she stood up. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“God I hate you” you muttered as you stood up and changed to go to the party in a decent state.


“I just think it’s kinda impossible, ya know? Like Asgard must be so much better than all of this lame ass shit on Earth” you slurred to Thor. After your non-stopping pleas, he put a little drop of his drink into your own and without a doubt, you had never been more wasted in your life.

“I’ll take you there one day, Lady Y/N” he smiled at your drunken state. “You’d love our astronomy tower.”

“Oh my God, you would show me it?! This is the best night of my life!” you exclaimed a little too loud with a little bit too much of hand gestures as you spilled your drink on your Star Wars shirt.

Bucky watched you from the distance, chuckling. You were too adorable. And beautiful. And perfect. And you really have to stop being so cringy, he ordered himself. He did find a bit of jealousy in him as Thor made you laugh more than he ever did. A race of thoughts ran through his head; did you like Thor? Was it because of his muscles? Or maybe you thought he was smarter than Bucky? Maybe he should dye his hair blond and try to braid it, maybe then you would like him?

“Y/N is so wasted” Nat interrupted his internal monologue when she and Steve approached Buck.

“She is” he replied, eyes glued to you.

“Go and talk to her” Steve ordered him, seeing his miserable state.            

“She is talking with Thor now.”

“Hey Thor, come here buddy!” Rogers yelled at the god and he left you alone, before saying his apologies.

“Not anymore, so move your ass over there” Nat gave a firm squeeze to his flesh arm.

“God, you annoy me both” he muttered and made his way to you, nervousness overtaking his body. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”

“Oh man, you look hella fine tonight!” you slurred, not realizing what exactly you were saying or more specifically, to who.

“Thanks” Bucky blushed a little. Was she serious?

“I mean, like damn, your ass looks great in those pants!” you winked at him. “Hey, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, no I have not” he told you, being more and more curious. There is a chance!

“Well, I have a candidate” you exclaimed with a grin plastered across your face.

“Really?” he was hoping it was a little joke you planed and that maybe, maybe, you would tell him that you liked him too.

“Yeah, wanna know who I have on my brilliant mind, soldier?” you whispered.

“I do” he smiled at you.

“Natasha” you told him in the most conspiratorial tone.

His face fell at the sound of your words.

“Seriously, she told me. I mean, she didn’t but who wouldn’t want to be your girlfriend, right? You would be great together…” 

“Jesus Y/N, could you shut your goddamn mouth for one minute?” he told you before cupping your face and kissing you fiercely. At first you couldn’t react but after few seconds you started to reciprocate the kiss.

“I also have a candidate” he said as he pulled back, a new wave of confidence flowing through his body.

“Yeah? Who?” you mumbled, still in shock.

“You, you little smartass” he smiled before kissing you again.


veilsofmist  asked:

for promptis: have you heard of the Hanahaki disease? It's a fictional disease that has the potential for some GREAT angst...

Author’s Notes: I had actually only heard of it in passing, so I had to research a little for this one. I hope I didn’t do it wrong??? orz

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Love Blooms

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It happens the first time on the night of the summer solstice festival, their junior year in high school.

They’re sitting up on top of the parking structure five blocks down from the festival grounds, waiting for the fireworks to start. It won’t be the best view in the city, but it gets them out of the crowds packing the street down below. They’ve done the festival games and the greasy food on sticks already; Prompto’s feet are throbbing with a dull ache from wandering around all day.

It’s nice, being up here above the press of people. There are a couple of other stragglers sharing the concrete overhang with them, but not many. When Prompto turns his head the right way, it’s almost like it’s just him and Noct.

The night’s warm and balmy; the wind is ruffling Noct’s hair. Noct’s face is tipped upward, and his eyes are the same dark blue as the sky, that last gasp before evening fades out into night.

Prompto wishes he could afford that camera he’s been eying. If he had it, he’d snap a shot right now. His whole chest aches, with some indescribable need to preserve this moment.

Noct turns toward him, just a slight angling of his head, and Prompto feels his face flush, like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“What up with you?” Noct says, with that slanted smile he does so well, and Prompto’s tongue feels heavy, twisted up in knots.

Something’s tickling at the back of his throat.

“Nothing,” says Prompto. “Just want the fireworks to hurry up and start, you know?”

They do hurry up and start. They explode across the sky like someone’s lit the world on fire with magic. The thunder of them blooming covers up the sound of Prompto coughing, and he glances down into his palm, perplexed – wonders how the hell he swallowed a sylleblossom petal without knowing it.

===

Noct finally notices midway through senior year.

It’s the week before midterms, and if Prompto’s going to pass chem, he needs to cram like crazy. So Noct, eighteen now and still enamored of his brand new apartment, says, “Pack a bag and stay a couple days. We’ll buckle down and do some test prep.”

So Prompto packs a bag. His parents aren’t due back for another two weeks yet, so he doesn’t bother leaving a note.

He just slings his duffel over his shoulder and hops a train to Noct’s place. His thoughts are all over on the short ride in the posh elevator, but mostly they keep coming back around to what he’s going to do if Noct wants to share a bed.

Prompto’s figured it out by now; he’s got it bad for his best friend. Even if his waking mind was dumb as bricks, his sleeping mind would have clued him in. His dreams lately have been all Noct, all the time. He’s washed his sheets already three times this week.

That tickle is there in the back of his throat, all the way up the hall to Noct’s apartment. It’s so ever-present he hardly notices it anymore, but he can feel a thick kind of burning in his lungs, now, too. It feels like he’s just run six miles and can’t quite catch his breath.

Prompto reaches out and knocks on the door.

When Noct opens it, the warm light from the living room frames him. He’s smiling, crooked and kind of wry. Behind him, Prompto can see that there’s already snacks set out on the table, waiting for them.

It feels a little like coming home.

Prompto opens his mouth to say something, but suddenly that burning in his lungs is pressure, insistent and smothering. He tries to take a breath, but it wheezes in his throat. He coughs, and once he’s started he can’t stop.

He doubles over, there in the hallway; this time, there’s not just one or two petals. This time it’s dozens, a whole cascade of blue.

Prompto keeps going until he’s dizzy, keeps going until his lungs feel clear and he can gasp for air.

Noct loops an arm around him, holding him steady. He’s asking, voice low with concern, whether Prompto’s all right. His tone is comforting; his body heat feels like a miniature sun, pressed up against Prompto’s side.

Suddenly, Prompto can’t breathe again.

===

“No,” says Noct. “Flowers.”

His voice drifts in from the hallway, through the cracked-open door: one half of a phone call. Whatever this conversation is about, Prompto woke up in the middle of it – so now here he is, lying back in his bed, trying not eavesdrop.

“Yes, I realize how ridiculous that sounds!” Noct snaps. “I’d think it was something out of a kid’s book, if I hadn’t been watching him do it for literal months.”

There’s a pause. Then Noct’s voice comes again – softer, more strained. “I know. I’m sorry.” A pause. “He kept saying he was fine.”

It’s true. Prompto’s been trying to tell himself that for years now. It was second nature to tell Noct, too – grin and suppress the coughing, and try to ignore that his breathing’s been getting worse by the day.

“Because he passed out on the subway this afternoon,” Noct says. “Look, I just – can you come? He doesn’t have insurance, and I can’t get ahold of his parents.”

There’s silence in the hall. Then Noct says, “Thanks, Specs.”

There’s nothing else for a long time. Then, finally, the door creaks open. Noct looks tired. His eyes are red around the edges.

“Hey,” he says. “Welcome back. How are you feeling?”

“Not bad,” says Prompto, but his voice is that breathy whisper that seems to be all he has the air for, these days.

“Yeah,” says Noct. “Well. I talked to Ignis. He’s gonna try and pull some strings to get you in to see the Citadel doctor.”

Before Prompto can even open his mouth to protest, Noct’s holding up a hand. “Just – let me do this, okay? I’m worried about you.”

Noct crosses over to the bed and gives him a weary smile – sets a hand on his. Prompto’s heart kicks into overdrive, and he does his best to offer a smile in return.

“Thanks, dude,” he rasps, and Noct’s fingers squeeze, and gods. Gods, now is the worst time ever for another coughing fit – but he doubles over, hacking and choking, and Noct rubs his back until he’s done.

===

The Citadel doctor doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. Neither does the specialist they bring in from Altissia.

All they know is that there’s honest-to-gods plant matter in his lungs, and it’s screwing with their ability to actually be lungs, and that’s all stuff Prompto could have told them without the hundred and twenty-seven different tests they’ve put him through.

He got to see the x-rays, though, and those were sort of cool. Kinda pretty, like some abstract art piece.

He told his mom that, when they finally got her on the phone. He still feels bad for making her cry.

Prompto’s been sleeping a lot, lately. The cough medicine they’ve got him on is the good stuff, but even with it, he can barely hold it together. When it gets bad, he curls up on his side and presses a pillow against himself, tight as he can. Doctor’s orders, ever since he coughed so hard he cracked a rib.

The only good part of the whole thing is Noct.

They’ve moved Prompto into the Citadel for treatment, so they see each other every day, now. Noct sits by the bedside and holds his hand – rubs his thumb up and down over the knuckles. They watch dumb movies on TV, and sometimes they play video games, and when Noct gets tired of sitting in the chair, he comes and curls up on the bed, right by Prompto.

The doctor won’t give him a number, but there’s probably not much time left.

Prompto can’t think of a better way to spend it.

===

“Hey,” Prompto says, one afternoon, voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah?” says Noct.

Outside the window, the sun’s doing that thing it does just before sunset, when the light’s not quite orangey-gold. Something in Prompto twists at the thought of it. He always kind of wanted to take photos of the view from Noct’s balcony, at this time of day, after he saved up for that camera he wanted.

He guesses he’s never going to get the chance, now.

“I’ve been thinking,” says Prompto, and then he trails off. He doesn’t say anything for a long time.

“Prom?” says Noct.

“I know you’re the prince,” Prompto says at last. “And you can get pretty much whatever you want.”

“What the hell?” Noct starts to say, but Prompto lifts a hand to cut him off, and he falls silent.

“It’s true, dude,” says Prompto. “Just go with it for now, okay?” He stops again. Swallows. “But if you want anything of mine, like – for anything. Just to hold onto. You can have whatever you want.”

Noct’s staring at him, eyes wide and stricken. The look on his face is all naked hurt.

“You’ve still got the spare key, right?” says Prompto. “Just let yourself in. Mom booked passage back from Accordo, but I don’t think – she might not make it in time. So when you’re ready, just, like – just go and take whatever.”

Noct’s hand is clenched around his, so hard it hurts.

Prompto means to add more, but that burning sensation is back in his lungs again. He has to give in – coughs until he’s light-headed and reeling with lack of air.

He’s aware, vaguely, that Noct’s there right beside him. He’s aware of Noct’s fingers, reaching out to thread through his hair – softly, gently, the way you’d soothe a skittish puppy.

It feels nice.

Even after the ache in his lungs eases up, Noct stays there, just petting his hair.

Noct cries, but Prompto doesn’t call him out on it.

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Noct stays the night.

He’s red-eyed and miserable, face puffy, and when Ignis comes to collect him at the end of the evening, he refuses to be moved.

The bed’s big enough for the both of them – the benefits of being holed up in the Citadel, instead of a hospital – and when the coughing wakes him, Noct’s there to rub his back while he works through it and press a cup of water into his hands when he’s done.

The coughing’s not so bad, though. He feels better than he has in a long time, that night.

In the morning, when he wakes, Noct’s arms are twined around him.

===

The new x-rays come back, and Prompto stares down at them.

He stares up at the doctor.

“What?” he says, dumbly.

“The growth receded sixty-five percent,” says the doctor. “In the past two days. We think it may be a reaction to the new medication you’re on.”

He’s aware of Noct at his side, a warm weight against him. He’s aware of Noct’s fingers twined through his own.

Prompto cries, but Noct doesn’t call him out on it.

===

Within a week, the x-rays show that his lungs are clear. Within two weeks, for the first time in years, he can take a full breath again without any pain.

He can get out of bed again and walk across a room. He goes a full 24 hours without coughing once.

When his mother makes it back from Accordo, he’s well enough to launch himself at her and cling, as hard as he can. She presses kisses into his hair, and promises that his father will be home next week, and rocks him the way she used to do when he was very small.

===

It’s afternoon, and the sun’s doing that thing it does just before sunset, when the light’s not quite orangey-gold.

Prompto’s off bed rest, finally; they’re hanging out at Noct’s place, eating popcorn and playing video games.

The scoreboard in 2 Fast 4 You is still up on the TV, showcasing how he just crashed a sleek red car into hundreds of cheering spectators, but suddenly Prompto’s attention is somewhere else. His gaze wanders from the screen to the window – to the way the light catches the dust motes in the air at just the right angle, turning them to liquid gold.

“Hey,” says Prompto. “C'mere a minute.”

He grabs Noct by the hand – drags him onto the balcony of his apartment. They take seventeen selfies, most with dumb faces, some very few actually decent. Insomnia stretches out behind them, buildings glinting glass and steel, cars no bigger than ants.

When Prompto leans over to show Noct the shots, their shoulders press together. He’s suddenly, painfully aware of how close they’re standing.

Noct’s face is bare inches from his own.

Noct’s lips are parted, just a little.

Noct leans down to kiss him, and in the instant before their lips touch, Prompto just has time to think how lucky he is.

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It’s a Buck Girl Thing (2/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)


Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.


Pairing: Steve x Reader


Word count: 1.4k


Warnings: Sexual content and swearing


A/N: I need you help guys - I’m torn between giving you shorter but more frequent updates on this story and wanting to make it a sizeable piece for you to read when it’s posted - what would you prefer?


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You thought you were doing pretty well – there wasn’t much time for talking during the run. What you did find quite surprising is with what ease you managed to work up a really fast pace – easily keeping up with the Cap. Obviously, the super soldier serum must have enhanced Bucky’s body to a stage where normal physical exercise was not challenging any more. Steve lead with an unbelievably fast run, clearly in aim of actually giving you both a good workout. By the time you were finished, you must have run a marathon in less than an hour. At this point you were quite out of breath and welcomed your arrival at the Tower.


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The only solution (was to stand and fight)

Short coda to 2x10, addressing an issue from 2x08. Parabatai-centric, platonic Jalec. Family feels, talk about suicidal tendencies. Drunk boys. FLUFF.

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“I guess you haven’t told her, huh?”

Jace opened his eyes and sure enough, he saw his parabatai standing over him. Alec was frowning and Jace could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

“I thought you would be with Magnus?” Jace deflected the question with a question and turned his gaze back towards the starry sky. He took another sip from the bottle he had been balancing on his chest as he sprawled on the roof.

He wasn’t surprised that Alec had found him. It was their spot, the one they’d discovered not long after Jace finally understood that his new family accepted him and stopped fighting them on every turn. Jace and Alec found this particular spot by accident, but it became their favorite place to hide when they needed a break. It was more or less hidden from the direct view from the rooftop doorway and had one of the ventilation exits blowing out gentle waves of hot air directly onto them, so they could stay warm even during chilly nights.

“Magnus is fine. We’re fine. He had to go assure the other warlocks that the Sword didn’t cause any damage outside of the Institute, and I was needed here. I’ll see him tomorrow.” Alec bent down and reached for the bottle. “So… you haven’t told her.”

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looking out for you

pairing: taehyung x reader | soulmates
word count: 9.2k
     → i didn’t even know soulmates existed before you. but i know it’s real because i feel it. it’s like my heart sees you and it just kinda knows you.

You were presenting in class the first time he infiltrated your vision with silk-like strokes of vivid colors. An odd twinge in your heart erupted and it felt as if someone had a grip around your throat, your legs giving in beneath you, your hands shakily finding their way to the table for support. As if through a blur, you heard your name being called out and you looked upon the class as specks of brown hues emerged, specks that hadn’t been there before.

It was a desperate attempt to stay upright as you focused on steadying your breath, the vivid hallucinations making it all that much harder when the specks took shapes and your heartrate boomed. Adrenaline was pulsing through your body and you saw the terrible posture, the slouched spine and the coffee hues that had turned to soft strands of hair. It was a boy, but he wasn’t from here. You saw the books in front of him, faint colors of a room surrounding him, an entire different reality set around his frame. Your lungs were fighting for air and you were irrevocably wavering when a choked scream finally fell from your lips and the figure turned, the widest set of scared eyes looking right back at you.

Seconds after that, you fainted.

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Ron watched as Harry, disguised as Barny Weasley, showed Viktor Krum to his seat and he held his breath subconsciously. He hadn’t seen Krum since the Triwizard Tournament and he was mostly happy about that. With him living far away, Ron could pretend his childhood crush was just a weird dream he had once. 

But things would be different now because he had grown up. 

Unfortunately, so had Krum. He looked like he had grown an inch or two, which made Ron growl internally; he had been strangely proud of being taller than Krum, but now the difference wasn’t so remarkable. 

Aside from his height, the other thing that bothered Ron was that beard . That stupid little beard that made Ron’s ears turn red. Hermione must have noticed it too, because she still looked pink after greeting ‘dear Viktor’. It was probably so unsettling because Ron never managed to grow one himself. Well, not yet anyway. He still had hope for the future. 

Why would Fleur invite him? Why would she want him and his beard to make an appearance at such a happy occasion? 

Ron definitely didn’t feel happy as he tried to erase all the memories from fourth year that suddenly flooded his mind. Krum training. Krum flying. Krum dancing. 

With Hermione. he remembered. This is because of her. 

He’ll just keep telling himself that. 

After the ceremony Ron was in a much better mood. Krum was seated in the back so he wasn’t forced to watch the back of his large head, and nobody had talked about him in a while. 

Ron turned around to talk to a relative for a second, a second, and when he turned back he knew he was screwed.  

Krum was dancing again. Ron had a flashback of the Yule Ball, but now it was so much much worse, because Krum was somehow even fitter, and his dress robes were tighter, and that beard

He spent so long simply watching the way Krum’s body swinged back and forth with the music that it took him a while to realize that it was Hermione he was dancing with. Hermione, with her flowly dress and sleek curls that grazed Krum’s beard when he gave her a spin. 

Ron balled his hands into fists and he was certain his entire face was red. What he hated more than anything was that for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out who he was jealous of. 

“Are you alright, mate?”

Ron almost jumped when he realized Harry was next to him, specially since he still looked like a Weasley. 

Ron cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he lied. “It’s just Hermione.”

But with each second that passed it became clear that it really wasn’t Hermione. Sure, his feelings for her were still there, but now he could only focus his attention on this rush of new feelings that made him feel like he was a scrawny fourteen-year old with a celebrity crush.

Harry patted him on the back sympathetically and walked away, but Ron’s feet were glued to the ground.  

Krum spun Hermione again and now she was facing away from Ron, but that only meant that Krum was facing him now and would probably notice all the staring. 

It barely took a second for Krum to look over Hermione’s head, his eyes landing directly on Ron. Ron felt his heart thud almost painfully, his mind going quickly over all the details of Krum’s face; the curve of his nose, the shape of his eyebrows, the deep black of his eyes, and how it all came together perfectly with the thick, dark facial hair that Ron wondered so much about. Perhaps he didn’t need to have a beard to know what it felt like against his face… 

Ron shook his head, mortified. He looked away quickly, cursing himself internally for being so obvious. He was surely red from head to toe and Krum would laugh about it. The bastard probably never even blushed, and if he did, his bloody beard would cover it up. 

Ron dared to look up again, too curious for his own good. His heart dropped when he saw that Krum and Hermione were closer than ever, even whispering into each other’s ears as they danced. 

He didn’t blame them, either of them. They couldn’t have chosen better, and Ron would probably get over it, eventually. He still felt angry though, but he didn’t know where to direct it. Perhaps there was a quaffle he could kick somewhere in the house. 

The song ended and another one started. Ron sneaked one last look at the dancing couple before leaving, but he stopped when he noticed that Hermione was looking at him over her shoulder. She turned back to Krum and whispered something else in his ear before flashing him a big smile. The way Krum smiled back made Ron’s insides twist. 

Hermione stepped aside and Krum walked past her, heading right in Ron’s direction with a serious expression. His adrenaline kicked in, sensing a possible fight; if Krum wanted to come to blows over Hermione, Ron might have to surrender entirely. He didn’t have the emotional strength to deal with that. 

When Krum was close enough Ron could see that his eyes weren’t angry, but actually sort of… Shy? But Ron couldn’t relax, his body tense with anticipation. 

Viktor Krum stopped a few steps in front of him and the corners of his lips turned up slowly as he looked up at Ron. Ron swallowed thickly, thinking that the way his beard framed his smile shouldn’t be allowed to be so distracting. 

“Ronald,” Krum said, the 'r’ rolling so thickly in his tongue that Ron could almost feel the vibrations in his chest. “Vould you like a drink?" 

Ron stood dumbfounded for a moment. Viktor Krum was offering to get him a drink? What about Hermione? 

He looked briefly beyond Krum to where Hermione still stood. She smiled and nodded enthusiastically, apparently encouraging whatever was going on. 

Ron pushed all his fears and doubts to the side momentarily, because he could either continue lying to himself and pretend this entire evening had been another bad dream, or accept the current situation for what it was: an opportunity. 

"Yes, but let’s hide from mum, she’d lose it if she saw me with alcohol.” Ron laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. 

Krum shrugged. “Doesn’t have to be alcohol,” he said, stepping in next to Ron and placing a large hand on Ron’s back as he lead them to the drinks. 

“I think I need it,” Ron murmured, receiving another brilliant, bearded smile. 

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Pairing: Klaus x Reader (Ft. Damon)

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 2579

Prompt Request: “78, 77 and 79 with my bby klaus” - @chimerahs


After finding out that Damon, your boyfriend of 2 years, cheated on you, it devastated you to your core. He’s the one who turned you into a vampire in the first place, so there’s no doubt you expected a forever with him. You know your worth and you’ll never stick around with a cheater, so you immediately dumped him.

Niklaus Mikaelson, the infamous original hybrid was one of your closest friends and even the shoulder you cried on. When you needed company or even needed someone to chat with on the phone to take your mind off of Damon, Klaus was always there even though he had other crazy things going on in his life like constantly coming across people out kill him. He even offered to kill Damon himself for breaking your heart, but you just couldn’t bare seeing Damon’s grey, lifeless body since you still love him.

The Salvatore home was your current place of residence and you had nowhere else to stay, so Klaus opened his mansion to you being as there’s many bedrooms left unoccupied and you accepted. There would be times where Nik would leave for days and there would be times where he spent his free time painting. Your favorite days were especially when he stayed home to paint while you laid on the couch nearby him, reading a book with a warm mug filled with coffee beside you on the side table.

As time passed, the easier it was for the wound on your heart to heal. Being that your best friends Elena, Caroline and Bonnie are in the same circle of friends as Damon, you still weren’t ready to join that circle again just yet. So instead, you would either meet up for coffee with the girls or have an enjoyable girls night out.

Your 3 best friends would always question you on your motives with Klaus, always having the assumptions that you two are an item, which is not true. As of now, you and the original hybrid are just friendly roommates. You have admitted to them though, that Nik does have a special place in your heart and if something sexual or romantic were to happen, you wouldn’t complain. But, you never kept your hopes up because he is a complicated man with a busy agenda. Riding the wave was your motto.

There was finally a time when his life wasn’t such a mess and he could finally be at ease, making amends with people. He also kept his guards up knowing that it can be disrupted any day now, so he found it as a cause to celebrate by throwing a party at his mansion, compelling people to send out invites to the entire town of Mystic falls.

Currently, the walls surrounding the Mikaelson Mansion was filled with a large amount of invited guests, with liquor and performers entertaining the crowd. You were ecstatic seeing the faces of your three best friends Elena, Caroline and Bonnie walk through the doors. Every now and then Klaus and even Kol would join in on taking shot after shot with the four of you which was a blast. There was one particular guest who you had no knowledge of their invite, making your heart sink into your chest, your ex boyfriend, Damon.

Since many months has passed since the break up you were over him already. But, there’s a small ounce inside of you that’ll always love him
and at the same time, will always feel betrayed by what he has done. Meaning, he isn’t even worth being involved in your life as a friend.

Damon was looking left and right as if there was someone at this party he was meeting with. You tried hiding the look of shock plastered all over your face, swallowing before getting any words out. “What is he doing here?” You asked your friends, but they looked just as lost as you did. And since Damon did have vampire hearing, he heard every word that fell from your mouth which caused him to turn his focus to you.

He clenched his jaw, not taking his eyes off of you with almost a look of guilt before walking towards you. You couldn’t help but tense up. It’s been months since you’ve spoken and even seen him, so you didn’t know how all of this was going to go.

“Let us know if you need anything. We’ll be close by.” Elena implied, clearing her throat as a signal for Bonnie and Caroline to follow her elsewhere. You responded with a nod, then grabbed a shot from a butler walking by with a tray filled with them.

“What brings you here Damon?” You place both hands on your hips as you await his answer, almost looking impatient.

“Everyone in mystic falls is here, it’s basically a ghost town out there.”

“Okay? So you’re coming to a party in the house that your ex that you cheated on lives in?” You couldn’t help but get straight to the point, which the liquor aided in. Besides, you didn’t exactly get any closure.

“Wow okay.” Damon went wide eyed, acting surprised by your sudden bitter statement. It annoyed you, so you scoffed, heading the opposite direction to get away from him, but he grabbed you by the wrist. “Hey hey, Y/N. I’m…sorry okay. I screwed up.”

You shook his grip on your wrist, “Let me ask you this.” Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you shot your ex a glare. “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?”

“Pfff. Of course you did. I was stupid. I was stupid and dru-”

“Now what do we have here?” Klaus interrupted the heated conversation. “Rekindling an old flame, I see.” Damon narrowed his eyes at Klaus’s assumptions.

“My ex boyfriend was just leaving.” You said.

“The least you could do is let me explain myself and apologize.” Damon pleaded. You’ve never seen him so apologetic, but it didn’t change your mind in wanting him out of your sight. “I did love you, Y/N.”

“Explain what? You cheated. There’s nothing to explain.” You gestured your arms out in disbelief, then back to keeping it crossed in front of your chest. “Apology accepted. Now go.” You demanded with veins forming under your eyes. Klaus just stood there and smirked at your frustration towards the Salvatore. He was more than ready to watch you rip Damon’s throat out. But since there are mortals hanging about the mansion, you held back.

“You heard her, mate.” Klaus used a shooing motion with his hand. “Now, don’t make me compel you to forget her existence.”

Stefan popped out of nowhere to guide Damon out of the mansion. You figured he was listening in with his vampire hearing from afar. “Let’s go, brother.” Stefan patted Damon’s shoulder. Damon listened to his brother’s command to follow him out the door, feeling shocked on how thick-skinned you’ve become. Stefan nodded at you with a half smile to assure you that you’re not a forgotten friend to him.

“Thank you.” You mouthed to the brown-haired Salvatore. Once both Salvatore brothers were out the door, you exhaled from relief.

“You alright, love?” Nik asked with concern. He always was protective of you more than anyone and you never really understood why, but it’s the last thing you’ll ever worry about.

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine. It’s been months already and I’m over it. I just don’t care to see him ever again.”

“You have quite the tough interior. I’m impressed.” 

“Yup.” You popped your lips and suddenly started feeling more than buzzed from the liquor. “Well I’m hungry right now actually.”

“I’ll fix you a plate if you’d like.” Klaus pointed his arm towards the room occupied with 5-star buffet style food.

“No no no. Not that, silly.” You chuckled and Klaus immediately got the hint that you meant human blood.

“Ah I see.” He raised his brows while making a 180 degree motion with his arm towards the crowd of people. “Take your pick.”

After you made your choice on who will be your victim, as well as Niklaus’s, you compelled her to follow the two of you in an unoccupied room.

You did the usual by compelling the poor lady not to scream and to forget it ever happened. Your eyes almost rolled in the back your head from the feeling of ecstasy while your victim zombied her way back to the party.

You didn’t realize Klaus standing there pursing his lips are he brushed his chin in thought watching you. He looked so damn sexy to you at this very moment. Something came to you, causing you to rush towards the blue eyed man, clashing your lips together as if his entire body was your own personal magnet. The feeling of courage could be the liquor filled in your system or the cloud nine feeling you got feeding off of the party guest or both.

He didn’t pull away which was a good sign. You were hoping it’s because the feelings are mutual, not because he had an obligation to from feeling bad that your ex almost ruined your night.

One thing led to another if it wasn’t obvious by now. Some furniture and decorations ended up getting destructed from your naked bodies being in sync with one another.

Not even a minute after finishing each other off, you can hear Caroline from afar calling out your name. “Y/N! Y/N! Hello?”

“Oh shit.” You cursed, going wide eyed just before speeding to get all of your clothes back on which was scattered across the room. Klaus took his time, starting with his boxers first while admiring your body which he thought is a work of art.

“I must say. You are loads of fun, sweetheart.”
Klaus licked his lips remembering how delicious of a meal you were just moments ago.

Finally you were fully dressed. You bit your bottom lip reminiscing on how magnificent Klaus was to your body. The door was now your view. Turning the knob, you opened the door. “Heh. You too.” You implied under the door frame, then strolled out.


It has been almost a month now that the fling between you and Niklaus has been going on. His attention has been elsewhere so this wasn’t something that goes on regularly. You’d say about once or twice a week, depending on his mood and yours. There have been a couple of times that liquor aided in the fucking sessions. Which wasn’t a surprise because alcohol tends to help you feel more courageous. Which isn’t always a bad thing, but it isn’t a good thing either.

Most of it was at night. Night is what gets the loneliest for you. It tends to get lonely for most people around the globe. Nothing beats the feeling of having someone you love and adore be the last thing you see before you go to bed and the first thing you see when you wake up. And you didn’t favor the feeling of not feeling wanted in someone else’s slumber, so you always excused yourself to your bedroom. Every time, it would look like Klaus needed to say something as you walk away, but he never does.

The more of these sessions you’ve been having with Klaus, the more your feelings grew for him. But, he’s the notorious bad boy. He’s never shown himself as the type to fall in love or have any genuine feelings. For crying out loud, he’s daggered his very own blood siblings countless times for being something as simple as annoying. 

You were downstairs in the kitchen preparing a quick meal for yourself after you hear some commotion going on upstairs. The nosiness in you couldn’t help but find out what is going on. As you started continuing closer and closer, you can hear by now that it is Rebekah and Klaus.

“Just wait and see, Nik. Sooner or later Y/N is going to fall in love with you and your stubbornness is going to break her little heart!” Rebekah blurted to her brother with frustration with her back facing towards the opened door. Instead of responding to her statement, Klaus freezes up seeing you standing under the door frame. Rebekah turns around, exhaling deeply seeing you. “Sorry.” You apologized for disrupting even though the topic was about you.

“I’ll give you two a minute.” Rebekah said, then shared a half smile with you as she’s walking out the room.

This was a first that you’ve seen Nik struggle to speak. “I needed to speak to you anyways.”

“Of course.” The blonde haired hybrid pulled a bar stool out for you before sitting on the one beside you. “I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

Those pet names like ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’ always forced you to melt. There was something about those names that sounded like silk coming from his lips. “What am I to you?”

“You must be more specific.” He reached over his mini bar for a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. One to pour for you and one for him.

“This thing that we’ve been doing. Does it mean anything to you at all?” You glanced at your poured glass before grasping it to take a sip.

“Indeed, love. I care for you, but-”

Oh no. He hesitated before continuing his response which you automatically assumed you were getting friend zoned. ‘But’ in a sentence was never a good sign, which caused you to snap. “You know what, Klaus?” You chugged what was remaining in your glass, then plopped yourself off of the bar stool in anger.  “Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!” You started walking away, assuming that he wouldn’t come after you, but he did. Nik used his vamp speed to rush just inches from your face.

“You did not let me finish.” He softened his voice so that you would listen, which was a first for him because normally people who shouted in his face either get daggered, their neck snapped or their hearts ripped out of their chest. 

“Okay.” You crossed your arms in front of you as a response that you’re listening to him to continue.

“I…I care for you, but I assumed you wanted nothing more than what we have. Seeing as that wanker of a boyfriend Damon hurt you-” Klaus gently untangled your arms, taking your wrists in his hands, gluing them on his chest. “-I thought you didn’t want to love again.”

“Wow.” You said in disbelief. The Klaus Mikaelson is capable of love? Capable of caring for another human being? You were in awe, being utterly speechless.

“What do you say, love? Must we purse this?” 

A smile swept across your face knowing that he’s been feeling the same as you have. It was like a dream. “Yes.” You answered. Your wrists were now out of his grasp, cupping his cheeks as you reel in for a kiss tip toeing to reach his height. The kiss was passionate, not like the kisses when you were in bed with him. This time it felt like there was a real feeling to it.

You pulled away to give the Mikaelson time to breath and he said to you, “And no, you’re nothing like them.” You shot him a questioning look, forgetting what he was referencing. “Those booty calls as you may call it.”

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Twelve

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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The kitchen countertops matched Christmases where Y/n was from, white. How they’d managed to make such a mess still mystified Y/n. Gen had suggested baking Christmas cookies as a good idea for Y/n and the boys to do together, but Y/n doubted she would have suggested it if she knew how it was going to end.

“Your Mom is going to kill me,” Y/n hissed as she desperately tried to scope up some of the flour coating the workspace. The boys continued to laugh, not nearly as concerned as their sister was. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this. She’s not gonna leave us alone again if this is what happens! I’m pretty sure there is more flour on this countertop then there is in the actual cookies.”

“Can we put the icing on them now?” Tom asked for what felt like the tenth million time.

“No buddy, we have to wait till they cool remember? Otherwise it’ll melt and just make a mess. When the timer goes off then we can decorate the cookies.”

“I want to decorate a Christmas tree one first, I’m gonna make it green,” Shep said, clapping his hands together and setting a cloud of white dust into the air.

“I wanna make the Santa one!” Y/n nodded at Tom’s request, just as the timer went off.

“Alright boys, looks like it’s decorating time.” She grabbed a Santa cookie and a tree cookie off the rack, placing them in front of the boys. “Go crazy!”

“Go crazy?” Gen chuckled as she entered the room. “That never ends well.”

Y/n threw her hands up, “Well, I figured they can’t make much more of a mess then they already have. I promise to clean this all up when they’re done.”

“Don’t worry about it. This is the usual. They love to help in the kitchen, but they haven’t really mastered the cleaning up after themselves yet. I’ll start, you guys enjoy making your cookies,” she said as she looked over Tom’s shoulder. “Looking good guys!”

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Jeff Atkins - One Shot (Alternative Ending)

A/N: So this is the promised alternate ending. It’s still a little sad since it is 13 Reasons Why but Jeff lives! Yay! I hope you like it! :)

Hannah

I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t gone. If I hadn’t seen the things I saw. If I hadn’t done the things I did. Before going, I convinced myself that I could start over - that I could be a person that fit in. For a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other.

You

“Justin, Jessica’s looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled over the music before you caught sight of Hannah.

“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room, careful not to drop the cup in your hand. “You made it. I’m loving the new hair.”

You were always extra affectionate when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to full appreciate the natural curl of it before you hugged her.

“Thank you!” She smiled with a chuckle, returning your hug. “Someone’s been drinking, huh?”

“Hell yeah! It’s my turn. I was designated driver last week, this week it’s Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corning talking to Zach and Monty.

“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.

“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usual secluded self.” You smirked, as her cheeks turned a bright red. “You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”

“What?” Her eyes widened as if you’d just made the most outrageous statement she’d ever heard. “No. I - I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Y/N!” Jeff called from the backyard. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”

“That so Dempsey?” You yelled back with a laugh, then looked at Hannah with a smirk. “Only way this is going to be fair is if you catch up to me. Hannah’s going to take you on first!”

“Oh it’s on!” He laughed.

“Hannah! Hannah! Hannah!” Jeff and Monty started chanting getting the whole room to follow along.

Hannah smiled again, lowering her eyes to the ground.

“One game, just to get some liquid courage in you.” You laughed, placing a hand on her back as you lead her outside. “Then you go find Clay.”

She laughed, nodding her head as you joined the guys. Jeff wrapped his arm around you and she took one end of the table while Zach took the other.

—-

 As the night went on, Hannah disappeared into the crowd to hopefully find Clay. After beating Zach twice, you ended up making out with Jeff to celebrate your victories. With your arms around his neck, you grinded against him to the rhythm of the song. His hands ran up your thighs grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Breathing in the scent of him, you bit his bottom lip, sweeping your tongue across with with a smirk as you looked him in the eye.

The things this boy made you want to do to him…

“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered against your lips. “Tell your mom you’re staying at Sheri’s or something.”

“I’ll call her before we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again

As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friend’s house rather than your boyfriends, but - what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Look - “ You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.”

Jeff smiled proudly, watching his friend laugh and giggle. “See, I do give good advice.”

“Yeah, when people actually understand your baseball analogies.” You laughed.

“Hey - they make sense okay? I understand them perfectly.”

“Of course you do baby, that’s what makes you so unique.“ You shook your head with smile, teasing him about the overuse of the word.

The two of them looked over to notice you staring and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with giggling uncontrollably. His arms wrapped around your small frame, holding you against him as he laughed, your whole body shaking with his.

“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching as Troy walked over to bother them. “Go get him before he ruins everything.”

“On it!”

He ran over, physically picking Troy up off the ground to bring him back over to the ping pong table. You bit the corner of your lip, watching your lip as he held him up like it was nothing for him, all of his muscles rippling through his shirt.

Goddamn.

You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours, his hands running up through your hair as he held your face.

“Seriously, I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He whispered, trailing his lips down to your neck.

You held back a moan as his hands ran down your curves again, holding you against his rock solid figure.

“Your hands are always on me.” You laughed, running your fingers through his hair as his tongue glided against your skin.

“You’re goddamn right.” He smirked, his tongue running across his bottom lip as he looked you up and down.

“You’re so bad!” Sheri laughed, playfully hitting your leg as you sat up on the kitchen counter. “This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.”

“Who would want that right?” Courtney said, trying to join in with your laughter.

Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you liked Courtney. She was two faced  and one of the most fake people you’d ever met.

Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.

Her jaw dropped at your blunt response and she turned around to walk away, almost knocking over Hannah who was coming into the kitchen. You could see the distraught look on her face so you waved her over.

“Hey. What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.” You asked, noticing the tear stains on her cheeks.

“I screwed it up.” She sighed, shaking her head as she stared at the ground. “Just like I screw everything up.”

“Look. You two have been playing this game for too long.” You jumped down from the counter, cupping her face in your hands. “Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him about it. Whatever happened - I’m sure it can be talked out. You have to go after what you want Hannah. Make things happen for yourself.”

Sherri nodded in agreement, “Otherwise you’ll go on hating life because things magically work out for you.”

She looked between the two of us and nodded. “Maybe I’ll call him tomorrow. I just want to go home. I’m sure he’s long gone by now.”

You smiled, lifting the corner of her lips into a smile which made her laugh. “That’s a start. Be assertive. That’s how I got Jeff.”

“It’s true.” You heard his voice before he wrapped his arm around your chest from behind. “I was an idiot 8th grader who was too scared to tell her and I guess she’d gotten word of it so one day after school, she marched right up to me, kissed me on the lips, and told me to ask her out. I knew right then that she was the one.”

Sheri and Hannah laughed. Sheri was there that day but Hannah looked at you in disbelief.

“Grab life by the balls, girl. It’s to short for all these games.” You advised with a laugh.

“Hey Sheri, you’re blocking me in.” Jeff spoke up again.

“Let me grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered before they left the room.

“Where you going?” You asked, turning your head to look up at him.

“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a quick beer run for the guys.” He answered as you turned around to lean against him.

“Want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along the side of his neck.

“Not if you’re having fun babe. It’ll be super quick.” He laughed as you nibbled along his jawline.

“I have the most fun with you.” You smiled pulling away to take his hands in yours.

“Good answer.” He laughed, throwing an arm around you as he lead you through the crowd.

You waited outside for Shelley to get situated in her car. With your arms wrapped around Jeff’s waist, you looked up at him, smiling as he spoke to someone else across the yard. You always found yourself admiring him whenever you got the chance. He was just a beautiful man inside and out.

He noticed and smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

You laughed, taking one of his hands in yours. “You know what? Its way too nice out to drive. Let’s walk.”

“It’ll be quicker to drive.” He replied with a smile.

“So? We’ve got all night.” You said tugging on his arm.

He raised your arm up making you twirl before pulling you into his arms again, the look of love and adoration in his eyes making you blush. 

“Well when you put it that way.” He laughed.

You waved at Hannah and Sheri who were smitten watching the two of you.

“Drive safe!” You yelled out before you and Jeff started walking down the block. 


Hannah

As I sat and watched you and Jeff walking down the street - laughing, dancing, playing - I found myself hoping to have someone love me the way you two loved each other. But I had too much baggage. I was too damaged.

As I looked back on these events, I realized my mistakes. I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you. If I would’ve stayed longer at the dance or gone after Clay right away. I should’ve gone after what I wanted.

And so we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.

You didn’t have to look out for me all of those times. Nobody else did. You showed me that was genuine people in the world. You showed me that there was such a thing as unconditional love. You showed me that there was such a thing as pure happiness.

And for that, I wanted to say thank you.

I hope you live out the life you’ve always wanted. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you and Jeff. 


You

Your fingers brushed over the Walkman. Tears streamed freely down your face as the tape came to an end. You lifted your eyes to look across the field, immediately finding Jeff. As if sensing you looking, his gaze locked on yours and he blew you a kiss which you pretended to catch like you always did.

His smile brought a smile to your lips and you wiped away your tears. Listening to Hannah’s tapes made you realize just how precious life was. Just how precious the people around you were. Just how quickly they could be taken from you.

Baseball practice came to an end and you walked onto the field to jump into Jeff’s arms. He caught you, lifting you off the ground to spin you around. Every time you touched felt like the first even after all this time of being together.

Yet it felt better this time. You held onto him tightly like it would be the last time. You don’t know what you would’ve done if you lost Jeff. He was your reason for living and breathing. He your best friend. You’re soul mate.

 “Damn baby.” He laughed, putting you down. “I know you like the way I look in my game pants but…”

“Well you’re ass does look incredible.” You smiled as he threw his arm over your shoulder.

“I love you.” He laughed, pulling you into kiss your lips.

 “I love you baby.” You smiled resting your head against his chest to listen to the sound of his heart beating. “For now and forever.”


A/N: Also, if you have any requests for a Jeff imagine, let me know. :)

***As always, none of the gifs are mine. 

you make my heart beat like the rain (1/1) 

summary: when alec starts college and his best friend drags him to an lgbtq meeting, he ends up having a pretty good time. when the evening is over, he’s made a couple of new friends and maybe, maybe he leaves with something else too.
pairing: magnus bane/alec lightwood
word count: 2k 
tags: alternate universe - college/university, alternate universe - human, lgbtq society at college, flirting, pre-relationship, it’s gay my dudes everything is gay

written as a birthday present for @achilleanragnor

can also be read on ao3


“Izzy, please, I’ve only been here for three days,” Alec sighed into the phone as he looked out of the window down on the big grass in front of his dorm. “It’s college, not prison, I’ll be fine.”

They talked for a couple of minutes longer, and Izzy made Alec promise to call her if anything happened before saying goodbye.

Really, college wasn’t so bad. His roommate seemed pretty cool, even if he did talk a lot, and orientation week had been fun so far. Sure, classes hadn’t begun yet but there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to love them as well.

After unpacking yet another one of his boxes, there was a knock on the door, making him look up from where he was crouching down next to his bookshelf.

“Yes?” he said, not knowing what to do.

The door opened, and if that wasn’t the most wonderful sight he’d seen since he arrived, he didn’t know what it was.

“Aline!” He quickly stood up, making his way to the door and scooping his best friend into his arms. It had been too long since they’d seen each other, with Alec busy finishing high school and Aline spending most of her time with her new girlfriend.

Aline had graduated high school the year before and while they had talked several times a week during that year, it just wasn’t the same as seeing each other every day at school. Thankfully they had both been dreaming about attending NYU since they were young, so it was a no-brainer that Alec was following her here as soon as he could.

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until the weekend?”

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