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Solangelo Youtuber au part 1

So, if you’re reading this and you haven’t read my PJO youtuber au, I recommend you go read that first so that way you have a feel of what types of youtubers they are and things like that.
• So, Nico first discovered Will on one of those times you stay up all night looking at weird and random You Tube videos
• The thumbnail was of Will holding up a ukulele, a giant smile stretched across his face
• The video was of Will singing the song ‘I Want To Break Free’ by Queen. That’s all it took for Nico to click on the video. A cute boy and Queen
• Let’s just say the video hooked Nico and he fell into a dark hole of covers, remixes, mash ups all done by the blonde curly haired boy
• By the end of the night Nico had watched all 300 hundred or so videos Will had on his channel and had a very new and broad music taste
• Soon it became an obsession and everyone was aware that Nico liked this guy
• He would wait refresh his You Tube page nonstop every time Will tweeted he would be posting a video, waiting for Will to upload a new video and he’d be one of the first people to like his Instagram pictures
• Everyone who knew Nico knew Will. That how often he brought up Will in conversation
• “Yes, Nico I saw Will’s new video today”
• Or “Yes, Nico you already mentioned three times how cute Will looks in his new selfie he posted”
• It went on like this for at least three months
• That was until, Nico finally DMed him on Instagram
• It had been a decision caused by a lot of alcohol and stupid friends like Percy and Jason
• He hadn’t realized until the next morning he texted Will saying how much “he loved his videos and thinks he’s really cute”
• Nico was sure that Wil would ignore him, but maybe because of his certified Instagram account and large amount of followers, Will responded
• He was, as expected a sweetheart and replied saying “omg thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me!”
• After that, texting became a regular thing for them
• But soon, texting tuned into phone call and phone calls turned into face time and face time turned into the want to meet face to face
• Nico had never had an internet friend before, so he was never graced with the horrible feeling of “what if”
• “what if I’ve just been talking to an old man sitting in his underwear”
• “what if Will is actually horrible in real life”
• “what if he’s a government spy, looking to take down my You Tube channel and steal all of my subscribers? All 6 million of them?”
• But that was ridiculous, because Nico had seen his face and had talked to him face to face, even if it was over a screen
• They finally made the decision to meet up at a local You Tube event held in New York
• The day had been stressful, full of crazy fans, long lines, and terrible air conditioning. But once Nico and Will were done meeting their fans, they searched desperately for each other in the large crowds
• They were searching through crowds of people, trying to find each other, when they made eye contact
• It was like the movies, they pushed through the crowd, trying to get near each other, when suddenly, they were in each other’s arms and suddenly everything felt so right
• Nico would never admit it, but he even cried a little
• It was such a relief, seeing Will in person after telling him everything about himself. His dark secrets and cute quirks and worst fears
• As they held each other, Nico noted how Will’s freckles were a lot more noticeable and how his arms were bigger than he imagined
• “Hi” Nico whispered
• “Hi” Will said back
• And Nico doesn’t remember a time he was happier

go read part two :)

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Let Me Have Your Heart: One Shot Series - #38

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Harry and you had been friends for quite a while. The friendship just continued at his first of many trips to the cafe you worked part time at, ordering the same Apple Crumble each and every single time he visited. 

Although he had learned his lesson, he’d never eat as many slices of Apple Crumble as he did the first day he met you, and he learned he didn’t have to occupy himself with a slice of dessert to get your attention and converse with you, because you validly enjoyed his company.

Him visiting the small cafe, at the end of the street a couple blocks down from his mum’s house, became routine. 

Every morning, at the beginning of your shift, early in the morning, he’d walk over, and order his usual, which you already remembered by heart, and you’d take a seat with him a chat over whatever you two felt like chatting about that particular morning when the cafe wasn’t busy and bustling as it usually was.

Harry was in the middle of chopping up some vegetables for his chicken dinner when he heard his phone ringing. He placed the knife down, quickly wiping his hands on his apron that adorned his body and walked over to the other end of the kitchen where his phone was laid. 

A smile was brought up to his face when your name and a picture, you never knew he took, of you on his display screen. He picked up his phone, pressing the accept button and placing the phone up to his ear.

“Hey love, what’s going on.” he questioned over the phone, with a smile on his face. 

There was a moment of silence before the phone sounded like it was being thrown around and giggles were heard through the phone. There was some rustling before he heard you hiccup over the phone. 

“’arry? This you?” he heard you lazily question, clearly alcohol induced. “Indeed it is, you alright love?” he chuckled. You giggled and it sounded like you threw yourself down on a couch as you let out a huff. “I miss you” you slurred with a giggle. 

“I miss you and i’m sad you’re not here” you elongated. He smiled to himself. He had missed you too. With everything going on in his life, he wished that there had been more time that he could freely spend with you, but work seemed to always be his priority. “I miss you too, you enjoying yourself? You sound like you’re having fun” he chuckled, walking back to the vegetables and putting the phone on speaker and continuing to cook. “I am, I guess” she sighed tiredly over the phone. “I wish you’d be here, I don’t like these other guys trying to touch me and trying to dance with me” she whined and mumbled over the phone.

Harry dropped his knife and for some reason, a sense of jealousy and fear coursed through his veins. Were these men trying to do something with you they shouldn’t be doing? Were you aware enough of what was going on? “Do you want me to pick you up, love?” The phone rustled again and the sound of wind could be heard. “Please” you sighed against the phone, a bit of a shutter coming from your lips. “I’m at the pub on Wolff Street” you slurred out. He nodded, wiping his hands and throwing his apron off. “Alright just stay there, love. Okay? Don’t go off and walk away and don’t go with anyone you don’t know, understood?” he stated, grabbing his keys and coat. You let out a quiet “mhm” before he hung up the phone and got into his car, driving off to where you were located.

He pulled up to the curb, noticing you sitting against the red brick pub, snuggled up in your jacket and a short black dress with your eyes closed. He stepped out his car and walked over to you, squatting down to eye level with you. He gently tapped your shoulder as you opened your eyes and smiled. “You came for me” you slurred with a sloppy smile. “Always love, that’s what friends are for.” 


He wished he didn’t have to use that term. It was a term he wish he could have dropped months ago, and he tried, but it just was never the right time. Either it was too early, or you had just entered into a new relationship, so he couldn’t ruin your happiness when he saw that smile on your face every time you’d mention the other man’s name. It was either that, or you had been heart broken from a previous guy and he just didn’t have the nerve to tell you such a big thing when you were in time of crisis.

He gently grabbed your hand, helping you up, before supporting you into his passenger seat of the car and closing the door behind you. He stepped into the passenger seat and looked at you and heard your shivering. “Jesus babe, you need to learn to bring more layers. You know how this weather could get” he chuckled, blasting up the heat and putting your hands into his and blowing into them to give you some warmth. 

He looked into your glazed over eyes and you smiled at him. “You have really pretty eyes, Styles” you smiled, barely blinking. He quietly chuckled, putting his head down as he blushed a little before pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before putting his seat belt on. “Alright, off to your place” he started. You shook your head. “Can I come to yours? I don’t like being alone after I get drunk. Makes me feel paranoid and what not” you sheepishly explained. He smiled, giving your thigh a gentle rub and nodding. “No worries, I was cooking up dinner as well, and I have enough for two. So you got it” he smiled.

The car ride was silent, just the sounds of other cars passing by you as he took his time to drive back to his place. Pulling into his driveway and putting the car into park he looked over at you and saw you dozed off. He smiled before turning off the car and going to your side of the car and picking you up bridal style.

You stirred awake and placed your head on his shoulder. “‘M sorry for’ falling ‘asleep” you murmured. He chuckled, shaking his head, unlocking the front door. “No worries, you want to hop into my shower? You smell a little like vodka and sick” he chuckled. You nodded, asking to be put down before slowly walking to the bathroom, placing a palm on your forehead before closing the bathroom door.

Harry smiled to himself, shaking his head before walking back to the kitchen to continue and finish off dinner. It was times like these where he wished you were both in a relationship so he could hop in the shower with you and help you wash the sick out of your hair, but he knew, friends didn’t do that.

He was taking out two glasses and two plates when he heard a loud thump coming from down the hall and a sudden ‘ouch’ being heard from the bathroom. His eyes went wide, quickly putting down the plates and rushing over to the bathroom. His first instinct was to come barging in, but he knew that maybe you wouldn’t like that, so he opted for a knock on the door. “Love, are you alright?’ he’d question, a sense of urgency in his phone. He heard you giggle before the water was shut off and he heard clattering before you opened the door, a towel covering your front. “I think i ‘tell’” you giggled, leaning forward, resting your wet forehead on his chest. “Mm, you smell good.” you smiled. He chuckled before helping you tighten the towel around you and trying his best not to take a peek at what was underneath the towel, but he controlled himself because the amount of respect he had for you, he had for no one else, but no one really knew that. “Come on. I’ll go find something in my room that you can throw on” he nodded, up the stairs as you both walked to his room and you picked out a long tee and some of his black boxers before laying in his bed. “You hungry? I prepped some dinner if you’re interested” your glazed over eyes, widened as you licked your lips and smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes” he chuckled. “Stay here, i’ll bring it up for you” he smiled.

It was a few minutes until he came baring up the stairs with two trays, one for you and one for him. He opted for just water, since you had had enough alcohol for the night. “Here you are” he gestured, handing you your plate of food with water and some advil on the side. “That’s for after dinner and before bed, so you don’t feel as yucky tomorrow” he smiled, sitting beside you and divulging into his dinner and turning on the telly to try and find something to watch and pass the time, and you both settled on Friends.

He cleaned up all the dishes as you settle yourself on the right side of his bed. He made sure all the locks were locked downstairs and that all the lights were off before making his way up to the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers, also knowing it’s something he shouldn’t do with his friend right in his bed, but he figured she was tired and so was he, maybe it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

He noticed her eyes go wide and for a moment, panic shot through his veins waiting for you to say something, but you said nothing. All you did was admire his body, as he made his way over to the bed with pink tinted cheeks and settling under the covers.

It was a few moments after he turned off the bed light lamp that he felt you shift in the bed and snuggle close to him. He tensed at first, but relaxed after a moment of your head snuggling into his chest. “Thank you for picking’ me up today, and making me ‘inner and treating me like a princess” you hummed tiredly, almost asleep but still slightly awake, and still aware of your surroundings.

He smiled, gently stroking your hair. “No worries love, anytime.” he sighed contently before hearing your soft little snores after.

It was at that moment where he really felt like his feelings for you were becoming deeper. With just a hint of light coming from outside, through the curtains due to the lamp light on the street he saw your fresh and soft features. No makeup, nothing foreign on your face, just your soft and supple cheeks and soft skin being caressed by the street light outside. He smiled, heart skipping a beat as he stroked your hair gently.

“I don’t think you’ll ever know this, but I think i’m falling in love with you” he whispered to you. Maybe more so to himself, and a little tiny part of him, hoped you had somehow heard.


Hello my friends! I know this isn’t a long one, but i figured i’d try and shoot for one tonight! I’m a bit tired, so i’ll be on for a little while longer! Let me know what you guys thought if you’d like and i really hope you enjoyed it!

Business Partners- Part 2

Prompt/Summary: Your business partner invites himself to your sister’s wedding

Pairing/Characters: Tony Stark x Reader, Natasha, Clint, Coulson, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Scott.  Everybody

Warnings: cursing, drinking, reader is going to be a bit of an idiot later on.   You should work on your communication skills.  ;)

Word Count: 1834

Author’s Note:  I am cutting this down to the wire. But this is my submission for @bionic-buckyb​ 5000 follower celebration!!!!  I claimed the fake dating AU.  As of posting this, the end isn’t finished.  So I plan on eating pizza at home and try to get it done by the deadline. 

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Marichat May Days 13-21

So life caught up with me and I fell completely off the tracks for Marichat May;; I’m probably going to miss most of the remaining prompts too, as I have an interview and an operation next week, so here’s a longshot that incorporates some of the prompts I’ve missed:

SIN (implied), Age-up Chat Noir, Something Sweet, Flowers, Balcony Visits, Rejection, Identity Reveal, Night on the Town, Akumatized Marinette.


There were a few factors that could turn someone as pure and sunny as Adrien Agreste into the most notorious playboy in town: neglect, rejection and much more money that sense. Luckily (or unluckily) Adrien could play out his persona as Chat Noir, and no-one was the wiser. In fact, people barely cared about the ‘model Adrien’ anymore. At eighteen, he had broken his contract with Agreste and moved into his own bachelor pad, and never looked back. He filled his empty life with gadgets, alcohol and women. Unwanted by his father and the media, he was welcomed with open arms at Chat Noir. And with every blue-eyed woman he took home to his bed, he wondered if it was her.


‘Alya, I’m still jet-lagged, why are you dragging me to a club?’ Marinette groaned, holding her head as her best friend of nearly ten years merely winked in response.

‘Come on girl, I’ve got to cover this opening tonight for work. We’ve got free passes and a tab at the bar, so stop your complaining and shimmy into that dress, ‘kay?’

Marinette wrinkled her nose. She thought longingly of all her creations folded neatly in her suitcase, back at her apartment. The heap of black silk in the bag didn’t give her much hope.

‘And these,’ Alya said, holding out a pair of stilettos while her mobile phone was crushed against her ear with her shoulder. ‘Yes boss, we’re nearly there.’


‘I hate you,’ Marinette grumbled under her breath, as she tried to maintain her balance. ‘I should have stayed in LA.’

‘Oh, come on, aren’t you bored of all that?’ Alya teased. ‘Don’t lie girl, I know you missed our home boys.’

‘Well…’ Marinette ran her eyes over the line. Certainly, the guys in LA had been a little…samey. And it was tiring having to talk in English all the time. She did miss the language of love a little…

‘The one and only Alya,’ the bouncer nodded, and allowed them right in ahead of the queue. ‘Try to keep out of mischief, hmm?’

‘You know I’ll try my best, Bobo,’ the redhead smirked. ‘But no promises.’


It had only been ten minutes but Chat Noir had already forgotten the name of the young woman that was clutching his arm. The black cat was usually better than this, but she was just such a freaking bore, he wasn’t sure he could even be bothered going to the club with her. At least the music would drown her out, he reflected.

They posed outside for the paparazzi, and Chat flashed his signature grin. He stopped to sign a few autographs, before the bouncers had to tug him away from his adoring public. They were ushered to the VIP area, where silver buckets of iced champagne was slowly melting in the heat of the club.

‘Ahh, if it isn’t our favourite superhero,’ a familiar voice in his ear said. Chat turned and caught sight of his old school friend and now high-flying journalist, Alya. Her Ladyblog had evolved after the spotted heroine had disappeared, and was now called ‘Fly on the Wall.’ It contained all the latest gossip about Paris. Alya usually knew that a celebrity couple had broken up before the couple realised themselves.

‘Bonsoir,’ Chat grinned, tugging at his bell collar. His suit wasn’t built with small, sweaty rooms in mind, and if Alya wanted a photo, he was more than happy to show a little skin.

‘I see you are with Gina tonight,’ Alya remarked, phone at the ready. ‘Wasn’t it Lotte yesterday?’

‘You keep track better than I do,’ Chat smirked. ‘And who is your lovely friend there?’

They both watched as the young woman in the silk black slip navigated the steps into the VIP room, her eyes down at her feet.

‘Aha, back off, tomcat,’ the journalist clucked. ‘Marinette isn’t interested in strays like you.’

‘Marinette?’ Chat breathed, and at that moment she looked up, her big blue eyes locking with his. Her glossy hair was in a neat bob that showcased her collarbone. As she brushed her fringe out of her eyes, he noticed a light pink cherry blossom tattoo on her inside wrist.

‘Chat Noir?’ she was clearly just as shocked to see him, and Gina chose that moment to return with their drinks.

‘Do you want a photo of us?’ she preened. ‘The lighting is better over here.’

Chat felt himself be dragged away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Marinette. He could remember clearly, like it was yesterday, the last time he had tried to visit her. Ladybug had been waiting for him on the balcony.

‘Come here often, chaton?’ she had asked, her eyes narrowed. He had swallowed, and tried to explain their relationship. ‘We’re just friends…’

‘Don’t visit her anymore…’ Ladybug had warned him. ‘You’ll just get her tangled up in our business.’

At the time, Chat thought his lady had meant the akumas, and he had followed the heroine’s advice.


Marinette could feel herself shaking. She followed Alya to the bar, and for once didn’t complain about the tray of shots. She knocked them back easily, feeling the alcohol diffuse through her blood, steadying her.

It had brought it all rushing back, seeing him. All the resentment and hurt. A throw-away line from a silly game with their old school friends, and the question: ‘Is there anyone you love?’

Marinette could still picture the way Adrien had blushed and squirmed. The girls had giggled and pressed on. ‘Is she in this room?’

The young designer had felt her heart clench with anticipation at the question. The reply of ‘no’ seemed to hang in the air forever, and while the others had squealed and offered suggestions, Marinette had felt herself fall down a dark, endless tunnel. Adrien didn’t love her at all. In fact, he loved someone else.

Alya had left her at the bar to go and chase some boyband, and Marinette perched on the edge of her stool, slowly making her way through rum and cokes. Wine took too long to hit her: this was a much better fix. Marinette drank as she remembered the conversation with Chat on a rooftop a few days later. He had retold the story of her heartbreak without flinching, told her that she was the only one he loved. Not realising that she had been in room. Not realising that what he had said was a lie. Or was it? For Adrien, aka Chat Noir, loved Ladybug. Not Marinette.

She waited until his usual visit night and transformed, telling him never to visit Marinette again. Then after the final battle, she took Chat’s heart as he had taken hers, and crushed it under-foot. She told him that she didn’t love him. And now Papillion was defeated, he would never see her again.

Marinette peered into her empty glass and summoned the barman once more. It seemed like Chat’s heartbreak hadn’t lasted long, however. She had been skeptical of Alya’s updates, that the black cat had turned into the legendary fuckboi of Paris, but now she had seen it with her own eyes.


The champagne was barely touching him. He was so used to it now, he needed something much stronger to even begin to feel tipsy. Which was why Chat abused his liver, seeking new ways to find that numbing, black pit. No matter how bad it got, he stayed away from drugs. They didn’t mix well with the miraculous- he had learned the hard way.

Chat didn’t even need to dig out his wallet: as soon as he approached the bar, several people tried to buy him drinks, men and women alike. He engaged with them all until his headache began to beat at his temples, and soon he slunk away. Just as he was planning to make his escape from the club, Chat noticed Marinette alone at the bar. He was drawn to her, like a cat to cream, and pulled up a bar stool.

‘Long-time no see, princess,’ he purred, resting his arms on the bar. His biceps were nicely defined by the leather, and the lights in the club did wonders for him, too.

‘Hi,’ Marinette replied shortly, taking a sip of her drink.

‘Don’t you remember me?’ Chat asked, taken aback by tone. ‘I used to pop by your balcony for late night conversations. It’s been a few years though, huh. You were in the US, right?’

Marinette sighed, necked her drink, and slipped from her stool. ‘Leave me alone, Chat,’ she said flatly, before walking off.

The black cat had to remember and close his jaw. This was cute little Mari? His princess, that used to feed him sweet things and scratch his chin?

‘Hey!’ he caught up with her in the smoking area, a terrace outside the club. ‘I’m sorry I stopped visiting! I know it probably seemed odd. But, it was actually Ladybug that asked me at the time…’

‘Chat,’ Marinette looked him dead in the eye, and took her mobile phone from her clutch. ‘I don’t care, okay? I’m not interested in talking to you.’

‘What?’ Chat felt himself move forward and grab her wrist, the cherry blossom under his fingers. ‘Can you tell me why?’

Smokers were watching them now, so Marinette glared at him and pulled free. He followed her, feeling confused and light-headed, and it was nothing to do with the alcohol.

‘Let me make one thing clear,’ Marinette said, as she fired off a text. ‘I am not going home with you.’

‘What? That’s not what this is!’ Chat could feel himself blush, something that hadn’t happened in years.

She eyed him coldly, and tried to hail down a cab, but it sailed by them.

‘I just want to talk! It’s natural, isn’t it, when you haven’t seen a friend for years?’

‘You’re right…’ Marinette agreed, cocking her head. ‘So, how’s things been, Adrien? Are you enjoying hiding from the world under you suit?’

Chat Noir swallowed. Her pose, even in the black slip, was menacing. Hands were curled on her hips, and her blue eyes were almost radiating sparks.

‘Ladybug…’ he realised.

Marinette stomped her foot, failing again to hail a cab.

‘You got it, golden boy,’ she said. ‘How does it feel?’

‘Awful,’ Chat admitted honestly. ‘Oh god…Marinette. My lady…’

‘Save it, chaton,’ Marinette retorted. ‘I’m jetlagged and now drunk, and the last thing I want to deal with is your fragile ego. So can you please get lost, or at least find me a ride home?’

The black cat silently unclipped his baton and waved it in front of her.

‘Still not trying to take you home,’ he clarified, before she could scream at him, or worse, become akumatized: there were still a few stray butterflies around Paris that he had to attend to every now and then. ‘But I would be more than happy to drop you off. It’s the least I could do.’

Marinette bit her lip and looked down at her sore feet. ‘Fine. But you take me to the door, understood? And that’s the last I want to see of you.’


The night didn’t quite go according to Marinette’s plan.  

our world | arthur shelby

Prompt list 2, Take a look around. This is our world now, With Arthur please x

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Originally posted by turibulum

“I don’t want Y/N to come with us.” Arthur was walking up and down the office, quickly glancing over at Tommy every now and again.  

“She is perfectly capable of looking after herself and anyway, all she has to do is flirt while we do the real shit.”Tommy said.

“I don’t want her doing that.” Arthur shouted, his hands falling down in front of Tommy. “Why can’t fucking Grace come with us instead?”  

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TFC Midwest/West Coast Meet-up


+ @followmedown-tohell and I go shopping. My usefulness is reminding people to bring knives and seasoning. Find out Rachel really fucking loves uncrustables.

+ I serenade with Halsey occasionally providing fun facts while Rachel actually provides conversation. 

+ a total of 10 ‘hoo-boys’ said. 

+ I kick ass at Uno, apparently. Severus snape is mistaken for the Fonz while playing Heads Up. 


+ @still-waiting-for-godot arrives at 5:30 a.m. rip Jen. 

+its horrifically beautiful and sunny outside . I was in love.

+egg….do not…grill….so well. Jen and rachel still ate them, what champs. 

+Google maps tried to get us lost, wreck the car and drive us off a cliff. 1 pt foxes 0 pt google for surviving despite this. 

+ i said ‘omg look how fucking becausng beautiful this is ‘ at least 20 times. 

+rachel mistook a couple of boys waving out of niceness as needing something making it akward and apparently californians are scared of passing by people that say hello in passing on the hiking trail.

+ campfire + alcohol + unsafe grilling techniques

+looked like the monsters packed our cooler. 

+ Jen brought art gifts, Indea….forgot art gifts. 


+ everyone woke up too damn early.

+still breath taking as heck.

+ Potatoes for breakfast as suggested by the native Idahoan who was happy with breakfast. 

+Saying good by hurts?

+ Rachel shows me the Nora andriel playlist which i sing along to obnoxiously taking breaks to cry about Andrew and take pictures.

+ The ac dies.

+ text everyone after getting home and slept for 14 hours.

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Late Night Confessions.  MERWeek Day 3.

Title: Late Night Confession
Ship/Pairing: Kaidan/M!Shepard, MShenko
NSFW/SFW: SFW, just fluff.

               Muttered grunts and groans reached Kaidan’s ears as he heard Shepard trying to get comfortable on the bed.  The commander had spent a little too much time trying to drink the crew under the table, and he’d pay for it in the morning.  A fond smile curled on the major’s lips as he remembered lugging Shepard up to his quarters.  Stay with me.  Those words had sent sparks dancing along his skin. Kaidan looked down at the desk, the organized chaos as Shepard called it, and wondered how the man ever found anything at all on it.  His model ship collection was pristine and dust free, giving Kaidan a little look into some of Shepard’s priorities.  He’d never say anything to Shepard; the man had done what he had to do to save the galaxy and they were about to embark on the final leg of their journey.  Kaidan went over to the bed and sighed in exasperation.  Shepard had, once again, taken up the entire bed.  

               “Move over Shepard.” Kaidan nudged an exposed leg to get him to move.  Shepard merely wrapped the covers tighter around him and burrowed, grunting in denial. “You’re forcing me to resort to dirty tactics.” The warning note in Kaidan’s voice had Shepard peeking out from underneath the covers.

               “You wouldn’t.” The gravelly voice, rough from too much alcohol, spoke with a note of concern.  Kaidan held up his palm, crackling with indigo light, and Shepard rolled over grudgingly.  “You are evil.”

               “No, I’m tired.” Kaidan returned as he slid in next to Shepard.  The bed carried with it Shepard’s smell, and it never failed to comfort Kaidan.  The mix of earthy and spicy, just like the down to earth man with a hot head.  He chuckled as Shepard turned over and moved in closer, spooning behind him, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his neck.  

               “I told my Mother about us.” Shepard announced in the quiet.  Kaidan was shocked as he’d completely forgotten that Shepard’s mother was still alive.  Hannah Shepard was quite a tough woman, given her service record.  His heart sped up at the thought of what she must think.

               “How did your mother react?” Kaidan asked as he felt Shepard’s arms tighten around his waist as he buried his face in Kaidan’s shoulder.  A chuckle shook John’s shoulders as he recalled her exact words.

               “I believe she told me it was about damn time I found someone.  That I’d better not screw it up and that when this is all over with, she wants to meet you.” Shepard snuggled in behind Kaidan’s body, letting his body heat relax him. A laugh burst out of Kaidan’s chest as he pictured the fierce, blonde-haired woman, he’d only seen her service photo, scolding Shepard, one of the most feared men in the galaxy, like a small boy.  

               “I’d love to meet your mom.  Having raised you, she must have her fair share of war stories.” Kaidan felt, rather than saw, the glower he knew Shepard was aiming at him.  Kaidan brought up Shepard’s hand and kissed his fingers whispering, “I love you.”

               “I love you too.” Shepard smiled and felt his eyes grow heavy from sleep and the alcohol buzzing his system.  He pressed a kiss to the back of Kaidan’s neck as he let go and relaxed.  He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, with a smile on his face.

colours | 3

Pairing: Luke + Reader | Calum + Reader

Summary: The last part and backstory of Colours.

Word Count: 1,023

Warnings: cursing, food tw, alcohol tw

A/N: dedicating this to @tadpolehemmings and @itsinthehood for helping me all this time round. <3

You open the drawer, trying to take a piece of paper. Instead, you grab a certain polaroid picture.

A polaroid of you and Luke.

Luke was drunk. There was no doubt about it, he kept trying to hug you, kiss up your neck and kiss you. Which made you blush. A whole lot. “Luke! Stop it,” you whined, pushing him away for what you thought was the millionth time.

“Y/N!” He shouts, hugging you. “You are cute, I swear. Cute as fuck,” he spoke, emphasising on ‘cute’. You blush once more, feeling heat creep up to your cheeks. “Luke, you’re drunk,” you state, trying to pry his hands off your face.

Luke shakes his head, like as if he was getting rid of water in his ears. “I am not,” he argues, a childish tone lacing his voice. You sigh. “Yes, you are,” you say. “No. I’m not!” He exclaims, pouting and stomping his foot onto the floor, just like a child. He grabs on to your waist tighter, and buries his face into your neck. “I’m not drunk,” he mumbles.

Suddenly, a flash of a camera goes off. You look towards where the light was, and see Aimee holding a polaroid picture and the camera. She winks, and gives you a thumbs up, passing you the polaroid before skipping away.

You sigh, smiling sadly, before putting the picture away, safely inside your drawer. Even if he hurt you so many times, he still is your true soulmate.

Meanwhile, Calum was in the grocery store, trying to get your favourite candies and snacks for your movie night. He walks by the alcohol section, seeing a certain brand of whiskey that brought him back memories.

You were drunk. There was no doubt about it, seeing that there were at least two glasses of whiskey on the table. You weren’t a strong drinker, and just one full glass of alcohol could cause some public ruckus from you.

“Doll, you need to stop drinking, you’re gonna get a really bad hangover tomorrow,” Calum spoke, gently shaking your shoulder, your figure hunched over the table. “N-No! I’m going to get drunk! Unbliva… Unbelievably drunk!” You shout over the loud thumping music, slightly messing up at the ‘unbelievable’ part.

“Why do you wanna get drunk?” Calum asks, furrowing his eyebrows. He remembers that you absolutely despise getting full-on drunk, unless you were celebrating or feeling down. You definitely weren’t celebrating anything, so Calum concludes that you were feeling down.

You look up at him, eyes bloodshot, wide and hair tangled. Calum still thought you were beautiful though; he never once did think you weren’t. “My soulmate gave up on me. I-I’ve been waiting for 3 years. He never did change his mind,” you hiccuped, tears welling in your eyes. “I just want him to love me!” You cry out, emphasising on the word ‘love’.

Calum sighs. “Let me love you,” he whispered.

Calum shakes his head, getting himself out of his thoughts. He walks towards the candy section, grabbing at the pack of gummy bears that you wanted.

You slam the beer can down onto the table, and Calum cringes at the noise. You pick up a gummy bear, before raising your hand up, looking at the gummy bear closely.

“Gummy bears, they’re tasty, chewy, and are little things of happiness. Except, that if you eat too much of these things-” you throw it back down onto the bowl. “They can rot your teeth. They’re have a ton of sugar in it. And it’s all artificial and doesn’t benefit your goddamned health. And then, you’ll feel pain in your teeth because it rot! Then you can’t eat gummy bears again,” you ramble.

You looked up at him, eyes bloodshot. “In my situation, my soulmate’s presence is sugar. In a shape of a gummy bear. I feed off of it, I love it, and eat way too much of it. Then, I realise its all artificial. It’s not love, it’s artificial, fake. But it’s too late! It’s already rotting my heart. And there comes the pain. All that pain,” you ramble. People probably would’ve thought you were crazy, but Calum understood every. Single. Thing. You. Said.

He could relate to it one hundred percent.

Calum looks down at the pack of gummy bears he was holding, and heaves a deep sigh. Sometimes, he’d ask himself if he soulmates were real.

Did Calum believe in soulmates? No, he didn’t. His soulmate gave up on him long before he even met her. Just like you. He was heartbroken. Calum couldn’t accept the fact that soulmates could give up on their partner.

That was, until he met you. He was used to seeing black, white, and grey. But every time he looked at you, he saw colours. It was like you were made for each other. No, not soulmates. You fit each other, what you went through, what you did for your soulmate, and how you felt.

We’ll safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together.

On the other hand, Luke was a mess. He knew he deserved this, he knew this was exactly how you felt when you realised your world was just a black, white, and grey.

The scattered empty beer cans seemed to represent his heart. Empty. Scattered all over the place. But could Luke do anything? No. Definitely not. It was too late.

Luke liked to deceive himself. He told himself he’d get over this, wake up the next day feeling normal and absolutely fine. But he knew he couldn’t. You waited for three years deceiving yourself that he’d come back for you. And now Luke’s going to spend a long time deceiving himself that he’d wake up and be “fine”.

Luke pulls himself up, using the glass coffee table to steady himself. His head was pounding, but that small amount of pain wouldn’t ever be able to be equivalent to the heartbreak that he was going through.

Luke stumbled around, opening a cupboard, reaching his hand out, feeling for any packet of food. His hand grabs on to a packet of candy. Gummy bears.

Things I have done that SMH has also definitely done
  • microwaved a hot dog for 20 minutes on accident, catching the microwave on fire and almost the rest of the building
  • said “no, I can definitely make this trick shot, watch” when playing basketball before missing completely, breaking a window, and sighing “this isn’t my sport, okay?”
  • ate a leaf I found on my porch because I was hungry
  • ate a piece of paper with a meme printed on it that was on the floor because someone paid me a dollar. I called it the meme dollar for weeks. I eventually bought coffee with it
  • threw out my elbow when putting cream cheese on a bagel. I had to fix it myself
  • “it’s weird being a Sharks and Pens fan after the Superbowl” [pause] “oh my god I said Superbowl”
  • punched a tree to see if I could break my hand. I could. I did.
  • “No, I swear, I can eat this entire lemon, peel and all” “please don’t” “watch me”
  • told the guy that worked at a tattoo place that I have 5 boyfriends and we have a group message
  • sat on a swing set, cried when the swing broke. I was 17.
  • an excerpt from a story about a party I threw once: “everyone is screaming, the baby is still crying in the fireplace, and all of my slim jims have been eaten”
  • [takes one sip of a Jagerbomb] tastes like cough syrup [downs the rest] I dig it
  • got my sprinkles privileges taken away because I kept putting too much on my ice cream
  • smacked a small moth out of the air, promptly shouted “SPIKED YA” triumphantly. My friend cried
  • “I want a smash cake for my birthday” “you’re an adult” “so?”
  • stole one of those decorative bottles from Olive Garden
  • put my hand in boiling water and my only reaction was to say “wet” very quietly
  • sat at my computer without moving or 28 hours thinking only 4 had passed. I slept for 2 hours. Stayed up for another 30
  • hid cheesecake under my bed to eat later (and referred to it only as my ‘under the bed cheesecake’)
  • got kicked out of 5 below after having been there for less than 10 minutes
  • climbed a tree with no shirt on and yelled at people walking by
  • got hit by a car, sighed, turned to the person walking behind me, said “just another Tuesday” and kept walking. It wasn’t Tuesday
  • pulled many random metal objects out of my bag and slowly started handing them to my friend. I found them all on the ground outside
  • [pulls a half-eaten granola bar out of my soccer bag] “dude, how long has this been in here” “2 years at least” “what the fuck”
  • shouted “I can’t wait for eternal damnation!” to a pride protester
  • played never have I ever and lost first because everyone playing said very specific things that I had done
  • watched Mythbusters for 18 straight hours with a friend. Neither of us said anything the entire time.
  • wrote and made cardboard and paper props for a Spongebob play with a few other people. We performed it for an audience of 5. I played Gary.
  • I wasn’t allowed to have bagels for like 5 years. I still don’t understand this
  • I dropped a penny, and when someone pointed this out to me, I just waved a hand dismissively and said “he can stay”
  • tried to make sugar cookies, followed the recipe exactly, ended up with flat square cookies that oddly looked like bread slices. They tasted okay though
  • walk for an hour just to get a Wendy’s junior cheeseburger. Then walk an hour back. I do this often
  • danced in an alley across the street from a frat house, wondering when the day they will take me in would come. It has not yet happened
  • taped a picture of Ted Cruz to my wall. He watches everything
  • “this ice cream tastes like Bailey’s” “oh my god you’re an alcoholic” “I know what I am about, okay?”
  • brought 2 snakes to a frozen yogurt shop. No one noticed.
  • broke my neck in a game. Continued playing
  • “I can’t get my wisdom teeth out what if I say something gay” “you say gay shit every day” “yeah but that’s sober gay stuff”
  • instead of going to my own classes, I went to a friend’s the entire day. His teachers did not care. Eventually we left his classes too
  • stared a security guard in the eye and set off all the hand dryers in the bathroom at once before leaving
  • climbed to the top of a street sign to prove that I could. Almost broke the sign
  • went on a 20 minute long rant about the word “alum”
  • made a noise that was basically a very high pitched way to say “squish”. My friend no longer trusts me. The sound makes her cry
  • got invited to join a strange religion on the sixth floor of a hotel by a man sat in a chair facing the elevator. They had sign up sheets and name tags. I took a name tag
Dance With Me

Originally posted by kairamelo

Featuring: Jongin/Kai (EXO)
Genre: Smut
By: Admin L

As requested by you and you and not-so-secretly me hahahaaaa. :) Also! It’s Jongin’s birthday!! Bless. He is still younger than me, though lol.

A smile came to your lips as the bass seemed to flow right through you, through your arms to your fingertips, touching your hips, urging them to sway.

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zuleeky  asked:

I don't know if you have done an ideal female for Luffy and Zoro already, but if not could ya? Similar to the other ones. Looks,personality, possible occupation/title. (Like own captain that is a super rookie. Something like that.) Thank you. 😆

I haven’t done an ideal female for Luffy and Zoro, and I’m incredibly excited to do this! Here we go! :)

Luffy - I’d imagine Luffy to have a female S/O that’s about his size, or perhaps smaller? Either way, Luffy doesn’t care. He’d love to be with someone who shares the same sense of adventure as him, someone who could understand and love his fixation with being the Pirate King (and meat). Being with Luffy is all about having a good time. There won’t be a dull moment. Luffy is a tremendously fun person to be with. :)

When it comes to looks, Luffy still doesn’t care much. I do think that he’d prefer a girl with childish features subconsciously? He might think that freckles are cute.

Personality-wise, I think a fun-loving S/O would suit Luffy extremely well. It’d also help if his S/O is equally active as him, if not they could get worn out by his level of energy. Spontaneity is a hallmark feature of Luffy, so someone who shares this very trade with him could go along with his whims. Oh, she has to have the ability to stomach his pranks. Luffy can get really mischievous and cheeky at times. :) if she can return the mischief, Luffy would be so pleasantly surprised!

Luffy doesn’t care about the status of his S/O, but I think it’s very likely that he’d date a girl from outside his village. I’m not sure why, but him dating a fellow pirate crew captain seems unlikely. It could happen, but they’d have to go under his control, or that he’d be so confused about who’s gonna be the absolute captain. Just know that he will be The Pirate King. :)

Quality time with Luffy includes goofing around, fishing, and also eating. :) Luffy might come across as a simpleton, but he’s happy. His S/O would constantly be laughing and having fun.

Zoro - Oh, there’s my favourite boy! I’m actually ideal for him. I love naps. <3 I think that Zoro would prefer to date a girl that’s smaller in size than him? Mostly because of his overwhelming want to protect his girl against a particular cook. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Zoro would enjoy looking as the more dominant partner in the relationship. He’s happy to relinquish control in other aspects. ;)

Looks-wise, he doesn’t care much. But I do have a feeling that he likes girls with long hair? Oh, he’d appreciate a toned body on his girl, a huge bonus if she has dimples!

Zoro would love to be with someone who shares his love for swordsmanship, that’s for sure. He can actually talk for hours about swords and things related to it. As for his S/O’s personality, it’d help a lot if she was equally laid back as him. He’s not exactly an energetic person per se, but of course, it’s a different thing when alcohol is brought into the picture. Oh, get him a lass that could hold her liquor very well. He’d love it very much. BRING HIM ALCOHOL. IT’D MAKE HIM AN EXTREMELY HAPPY MAN.

As for the kind of person he’d date, it’s likely he’d date a swordswoman. Either that, or the girl that he’d known since forever who he eventually developed a huge crush on. He’s an extremely loyal person, and would expect his girl to reciprocate. Don’t cheat on him. Don’t. Unless you want to see this baby be reduced to a drunken mess.

Quality time with this baby includes napping (of course), keeping watch of the ship and working out. He’d be very stoked if his girl could work out with him, but nothing makes him more (secretly) excited than having his girl WATCH him work out. He’d flex the shit out of his guns, and he knows that his girl would be very impressed.

Essentially, dating this man is not much hard work. It’s very laid back and fuss-free, but you’ll have to endure his complaints about a particular cook. ;)

Calum Cheats On You:

Hen Party = Bachelorette Party (I’m English, sorry.)

The rain had finally cleared by the time the sun set. It warmed up which your best friend joked meant you could wear even less clothes. It was your hen party and Juliette had arranged for your bridal party to hit the clubs in the town where you lived.

“Put this on,” Juliette told you as she slipped a pink satin sash over your head.

You looked down and saw it said ‘The future Mrs Hood’ across it. She then added a veil and nodded approvingly at her work. She’d curled your hair because apparently it looked sexy against the red backless dress she had bought for you, “Call it an early wedding gift!” she’d said after handing you the bag.

“Babe, you look hot.” She tugged your dress down a little. “Calum better understand he’s lucky he’s marrying a fucking babe.”

You rolled your eyes as you slipped the black stilettos on. “I only look this good because my best friend is a stylist.”

Juliette laughed at the mention of her career. “I have a beautiful structure to build on.”

“Come on,” you said as you heard the taxi honk outside. “We can’t be late.”

The taxi ride was short into town and the small gathering of friends waited outside a club called Cheeky’s for you. They all had pink sashes with their various roles on them, Juliette’s was obviously maid of honour and a couple of your other friends had bridesmaid. The rest simply said “Hen Party!” all over them.

“Here comes the bride!” one of your friends sang. “Are you ready to sign away your freedom?”

Juliette took your hand and held it up. “She’s marrying a hot rock star, why wouldn’t she be ready?”

You giggled, you never giggled but the shots of vodka you’d done off of the kitchen table suddenly made you. “I get married next week. Good God, when did I grow up?”

Juliette gestured to your chest but you batted her hands away. She threw her head back and laughed then pulled you into the first club. Your friends scattered, some headed for the dance floor while others hit the bar. Juliette pulled you towards the dance floor and began to twist her body in ways you never knew she could. You let yourself move with her, it was your hen party after all. You could do what the hell you wanted.

You’d been in several bars and clubs by the time the clock struck three a.m. and you were leaving drunken voicemails for Cal to wake up to. Your hen party had thinned out around two and now only you and Juliette were left.

“Cal, I really love you,” you exaggeratedly slurred into the phone. He’d joked that you’d get so hammered, you wouldn’t recall your own name. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you!”

Juliette pulled the phone from your hand and ended the call. “I think five messages is enough for one night.”

You laughed, still feeling a little tipsy. You weren’t drunk, you were just happy about your life and how you were going to marry the love of your life next Saturday. You had everything you wanted: your own house, a stable career you loved, a fiancé that loved you, a best friend who knew you inside out, and a family who were behind you every step of the way. You span as you walked down the street, Juliette joined you.

“You’re truly happy with Cal, aren’t you?” she asked as you continued to spin.

“Yes!” you shouted, she caught you before you ended up falling over.

She grinned at you. “I’m really happy for you. Calum is a nice guy, one of the good ones. How about we try one more club?”

You agreed. One more wasn’t going to kill you. Juliette picked a club that was further out of the centre than the others. It was famed for being for the classier people but she argued if you were about to marry Calum Hood, you were considered famous if not classy. You walked by the bouncer who commented on how she liked your sash.

“See? I’m finally getting the perks of being your friend,” Juliette kidded.

You sat around the bar, there weren’t many people left but the ones who had remained were drinking rather than dancing. Juliette ordered you some cocktails then excused herself to go to the toilets.

“Erm, are you the girl marrying Calum Hood?” a small blonde asked.

You turned to face her and brushed a curl back behind your ear. “I am! Read the sash!”

You laughed as she narrowed her eyes to read it.

“I need to talk to you,” she said adamantly.

You frowned at her curiously. You studied her, you didn’t know her. Her tight black dress revealed too much but hey, if that made her happy, who were you to judge?

“Your fiancé is cheating on you,” she stated blatantly.

You choked on the mouthful of drink you had and stared at her. She stepped closer and opened her mouth to speak again but you held a shaking hand up. You’d had some crazy fans in your time with Cal, ones who claimed to be his real girlfriend or sent you death threats, but this was the first time one had actually confronted you.

“What? Did you just… Are you sure?”

The woman sat on the stool that Juliette had been sat on only minutes ago. She placed her tanned hands on her lap and watched you silently as you took in what she’d said.

“I know this is the shittest timing ever but I wanted to tell you before the wedding.” The woman tilted her head before speaking again. “I’m Adrienne. I’ve been having an affair with Calum for four months and I feel like shit about it. He told me that you guys weren’t in a good place and that he was going to leave you before the wedding.”

Your heart sank as she told you all about this affair. You felt like you were going to be sick. You shook your head to make the images go away.

“I know you must get told this a lot so I brought evidence. I’m so sorry,” she said apologetically. She slid her phone over to you and gestured for you to scroll through the pictures.

You started to go through them. She had screenshots of the text messages he’d sent to her, she had pictures of your bedroom which she’d never have gotten without going inside of your house.

Yesterday 07:03
Good morning, hun x

Two days ago 18:32
Can you meet me in 10? I miss you

Three weeks ago 22:09
I’m just thinking about your body, baby

You felt the alcohol rise into your throat, it burned like the tears in your eyes.

“Did we find a new member of the bridal party?” Juliette cheered as she picked up her drink.

“Cal’s been having an affair,” you murmured emptily.

Juliette laughed and put her hand on your back. “You’re joking! I don’t think he has it in him, to be honest. You and your jokes, they’re getting less funny, you know.”

Adrienne handed her the phone and stood up. “Look, I understand if you hate me. I can’t stand myself right now either.”

“That bastard,” Juliette spat when she realised it wasn’t a joke then looked up at Adrienne. “And you, you bitch. You knew he was getting married! Just get out, get out of my sight.”

She nodded, taking back her phone and she left the bar silently.

Juliette turned to you and cradled your head against her. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes and tried to think about what you needed to do next.

“I want to go home,” you said quietly.

Juliette nodded and began to gather your things. Abruptly she stopped then looked at you sympathetically. You realised around the same time she had that Calum was at the place you called home. You didn’t want to face him tonight; you needed to piece together what you wanted to do especially with the wedding looming over you.

“Come stay at my place tonight,” Juliette instructed you with her arm around your shoulders. “Pete won’t mind.”

You nodded but rummaged around your bag for your phone. Juliette realised what you were doing but it was too late to stop you.

“Hello?” a sleepy voice answered. “Babe, what’s up?”

“I’m not coming home tonight, Cal.”

He coughed to clear his throat. “Having too much fun, hm? Okay, babe. Just stay safe.”

“I’m not sure I ever want to come home to be honest.” You stood up a little straighter even though he couldn’t see it. “I met your friend. Adrienne, is it? She told me about how much fun you two have together.”

You heard him get flustered and try to formulate an excuse.

“Fuck you, Calum. Fuck you for making me fall in love with you and fuck you again for letting me think you loved me back.”

And with that, you ended the call.

Part 2 is here!


We didn’t get many spoilers last week. This is my version of what may have happened.

Sheldon walks out of the bedroom after getting dressed. His nose is met immediately with the smell of cinnamon rolls. Not just any cinnamon rolls but her homemade ones that she has to make a night in advance. The cinnamon rolls she only makes when she wants something because she knows he can’t resist them.

“Let’s not beat around around the bush Amy. What do you want?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Amy sniffs.

“So you made me my favorite breakfast on a Wednesday with absolutely no pretense whatsoever?” Sheldon asks dipping his tea bag into his mug that Amy had just filled with water from the kettle.

“Fine! I have a teensy little favor to ask of you.” Amy says sipping her tea and setting a giant cinnamon roll on his plate.

“How teensy?” Sheldon asks raising his eyebrows suspiciously.

“I want to host a brunch here next weekend.” Amy says.

“You can do whatever you like. I suppose that I could find something to occupy my time while you do that.” Sheldon tells her sipping his tea.

“I don’t want you to find something else to do. I want you there. I want to host the brunch together as a couple.” Amy says fiddling with her hair.

“Amy that’s not a tiny favor. That’s a huge favor! One as big as this cinnamon roll.” Sheldon says holding the pastry up to his head for comparison.

“Please Sheldon! Part of this experiment is doing all the things a normal couple cohabiting would do. Hosting a party is one of those things.” Amy pleads.

“I suppose having our friends here for a late breakfast would not be too out of the ordinary.” Sheldon says and Amy looks pensive chewing her lip nervously.
“What else aren’t you telling me?” He asks familiar with the expression.

“Our normal friends wouldn’t be there. It would be acquaintances from work and esuch.” Amy says and Sheldon looks horrified.

“Amy! Absolutely not!” He says.

“Think about it Sheldon. The only way to truly text if our jointly hosted party is a success is to use a control group. Of course our friends will react appropriately and tell us we did a good job. The only way to truly test it is with people we aren’t close with. It’s for science.” Amy wheedles.

“You know what it does to me when you talk science.” He tells her his voice a deep rumble.

“ I do.” Amy says smugly. “Also consider this Sheldon. We are Caltech’s premiere power couple.”

“We are?” Sheldon asks confused.

“Yes! I am like Jennifer Aniston and you are Justin Theroux.” Amy tells him.

“I have no idea who those people are.” Sheldon tells her.

“Just know I am the cool girl and you are my hunky man candy who is famous by proxy.” Amy tells him and he looks like he is considering it.

“I don’t know how I feel about being the man candy. We really are cool?” Sheldon asks.

“I have it on very good authority that we are the coolest on campus.” Amy tells him.

“That is a title I have never previously held. I suppose it is only my duty to uphold it.” Sheldon muses.

“Exactly! So are you in?” Amy asks eagerly.

“Yes, let’s do this. One question does it have to be brunch? You know how I feel about it.” Sheldon asks wearily.

“I know how you feel. Don’t worry it will just be a breakfast. Later in the day. With booze.” Amy says quickly taking a sip of her tea while Sheldon gives her a scandalized look.

“Fine, I guess while entertaining you have to take in account your guests beverage preferences. So who exactly is coming to this party.”

“Just a few of our casual acquaintances.” Amy says airily.


The day of the brunch comes and their apartment is filled with people. More than Sheldon feels strictly comfortable with. There are faces he recognizes and some he doesn’t. He tries not to focus on the other people and keeps his eyes trained on Amy.

Amy is in her element fluttering around the party playing the part of social butterfly. It does put a small smile on his face to see her so happy. Handing out drinks and making sure everyone enjoyed the food they cooked together. Sheldon picks at his frittata and fruit. His nerves at the amount of people in the room over riding his hunger.

“She’s great isn’t she.” He hears a gruff voice say behind him. Startled he turns around to see a giant man hovering over his shoulder staring at Amy.

“Excuse me?” Sheldon asks.

“Amy, she’s great. Your one lucky guy. I’m Bert by the way I work in the geology department.” He says sticking out a meaty hand which Sheldon ignores. He does not shakes hands especially with some dirt monkey.

“Yes Amy is a force of nature.” Sheldon agrees watching as she laughs at something Professor Gunderson has just said.

“How did you do it man? “ Bert asks Sheldon.

“Do what?” Sheldon asks curiously.

“Get Amy! When she first came to Caltech we were all in love with her. I even brought her a pretty rock everyday. But she didn’t want anything to do with me.” Bert says looking at Amy with longing.

“You know I almost had a chance her.” Stuart says coming up beside Sheldon and looking at Amy. “I was this close to taking her away from this guy.”

“I don’t think…” Sheldon starts but Bert interrupts him.

“Really?” He asks.

“Yeah, We went out for pumpkin lattes one night. Then to a movie it was going really well until Sheldon burst in and took her away from me.” Stuart says bitterly.

“Not cool man.” Bert says to Sheldon shaking his head. “ I kill for a coffee date with Amy. Did you get to kiss her?” Bert asks Stuart and he shakes his head sadly.

“No, but we shared a fairly passionate hug by her door.” By this time Sheldon is really hot around the collar. He doesn’t want to hear other men fawn over what’s his. Sheldon grabs a flute of orange juice from a tray and downs it. Still thirsty and annoyed he quickly downs another.

“I beg your pardon gentlemen.” Sheldon says. “I believe Bert asked me a question. How did I get Amy? Amy has been mine way before either of you two characters laid eyes on her. Stuart you never stood a chance with Amy. You were simply a pawn in her game to get me to admit my feelings.” Sheldon tells him angrily.

“I don’t think that’s true. You two weren’t dating back then. Amy could have easily decided that I was better for her.” Stuart says lamely.

“Oh? Amy would decide an impoverished peddler of picture books. Who falls in love with any girl who says hello to him. Was better for her than a world renowned physicist who has only ever been in love with her?” Sheldon says hotly downing another glass of orange juice.

“He got you there.” Bert admits. Then Sheldon rounds on Bert.

“And you gentle giant ,could have brought her a lump of carbon with their atoms neatly arranged and she still would not have left me for some rock jockey.” Sheldon tells Bert. By this time he is fairly yelling at Amy’s two would be suitors. Amy walks over to see what all the commotion is about.

“Sheldon why are you yelling at our guests?” Amy asks.

“They were talking about how much they wanted you and leering.” Sheldon hiccups. Amy takes note of the champagne flute still clutched in his fist.

“Sheldon, how many of these have you had?” Amy asks taking it from him.

“Like four? What does it matter I can drink as much orange juice as I want.” He says hiccuping.

“These are not just orange juice Sheldon. They are mimosas they have champagne in them.” Amy says shaking her head. “I’m sorry you guys Sheldon doesn’t drink much. Alcohol goes right to his head.”

“It’s okay Amy, we were a bit out of line.” Stuart tells her.

“Be that as it may. You are our guests and Sheldon owes you an apology.” Amy says grabbing Sheldon by his arm. “Sheldon, go on.” He looks at her angrily but concedes.

“Stuart I’m sorry I called you an impoverished peddler of picture books. Bert I’m sorry I called you a rock jockey. I had alcohol and it caused me to be reckless with my words.” Sheldon says bowing his head.

“Thank you Sheldon.” Amy says smiling at him.

“I accept your apology.” Stuart tells him.

“It’s okay ,to be fair he was right. One of the rocks I brought you was an uncut diamond.” Bert admits sheepishly. Amy looks at him a shocked.

“Now that apologies are out of the way I will issue you a warning. Amy is mine and only mine. I will not stand for you openly ogling her in front of me. Only I’m allowed to do that.” He Says then he surprises everyone by grabbing Amy and kissing her passionately.

Amy is hesitant at first but she can’t resist him under any conditions. Soon she is wrapped around him, her fingers in his hair. When Sheldon breaks away Amy is breathless and pink in the cheeks. She would admonish him for such a public display of male dominance if it didn’t please her so much.

“Come on Sheldon I want to introduce you to my lab assistant.” Amy says pulling him away from Stuart and Bert.

Sheldon looks over his shoulder and makes an “I’m watching you.” Gesture. Then he mouths she’s mine to them before turning back around. Stuart and Bert just look at each other and shrug.

“That’s one lucky man.” Bert sighs eying Amy’s bottom as she walks away.

“Oh yeah.” Stuart Agrees.

We Get One Shot at This (Part 4/?) (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x reader)

Reminder: Memories are written in italics

Part 3

“Sir, she’s unstable.”

The blonde man watched you through the window as you sat silently with a blank stare back at him. The memory removal had finally been successful once you stopped resisting, and your strength had reached its peak.  “Get Barnes, bring him in.”

“Sir, I don’t think that’s a good-“


The scientist in the black lab coat looked at you and walked away towards Bucky’s room, reluctantly opening his door and leading him to you.  “Sir, if this gets out of control, we don’t have the means to intervene. They are individually stronger than any of us.  Together, we have no hope to stop them.”

The man nodded towards the door and opened it for Bucky to enter.  You stayed in your seat, motionless, only your eyes moving as you watched him walk from the door to the seat in front of you.  The two of you sat across from each other, without words and without movement for what felt like forever.  You didn’t feel anything for him, and you didn’t recognize him, but his presence was awakening something deep within you that you couldn’t define.

“We have been tasked to work together, as partners.”  Even his voice had a blank quality to it, but when you heard it, you were gripped with emotion and lost control.

You lunged across the table at him and squeezed your hands around his throat with all of your strength, pushing yourself over the table to knock him back onto the ground.  His metal arm reached up and broke your grip, flipping you onto your back.  You kicked your leg up to push him away, standing up quickly to prepare for his attack, but he only stood on the other side of the room without advancing any further.

Bucky walked to the door and exited, never looking back at you until he was on the other side of the window.  You could see him say something to the blonde man, so you stood in place, awaiting directions on what was to be done with you.

“Wipe her again. There’s still a memory of him in there somewhere.  She needs to be clean for this to work.”


Without retrieval of his body, there would be no funeral for Bucky. Before Steve left again, you spent the night celebrating the man who was at the center of both of your lives.  The night started at a nearby bar, but when Steve began fighting with any man who so much as looked at you, it was decided that maybe celebrating Bucky’s life in private was a better idea.

“Steve, come on, let’s go.  If you’re just gonna beat up every guy in the joint, then I’m leaving.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I guess…I guess I’m just not myself tonight.” He threw back his drink in one swallow and slammed the glass down on the bar.  “I can’t even get drunk.  How unfair is that?”

You laughed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol begin to wash over you.  “Well I’m feeling pretty good, so it’s hard to feel sorry for you at the moment. Still, we should go before you get yourself arrested.  Can’t imagine the Army would be happy to find good ‘ol Captain America behind bars.”

“No, I can’t imagine they would.”  Steve spun around at the sound of the woman’s voice behind him, recognizing the tone and the accent immediately.  “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Captain Rogers.  We need to go.”

“Go where?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.”  She glanced at you with a look that felt as if she were judging you, looking at you up and down before turning away to leave. 

“Peg, wait.  This is (Y/N), she’s Bucky’s…was Bucky’s…his um…”

Her demeanor changed immediately and her expression changed to sorrow, now that she realized you weren’t trying to make a move on Steve. It would make sense, given his new appearance that she would assume as much, and by her reaction you knew that it was a common occurrence.  “Oh dear, I’m so sorry for your loss.  Mr. Barnes was a wonderful soldier, and a good man.”  She stepped forward to shake your hand, and leaned in to plant a small kiss on your cheek.  

“Thank you, he definitely was.”  You turned towards the bar and proceeded to finish your drink quickly, setting down the glass and moving to reach up for a kiss from Steve. “Bye, love.  Be safe.  We’ll talk soon.”

You followed them out and turned away towards the apartment as they drove away, holding Steve’s gaze until they were fully out of sight.  The walk was a short one, but with each step you could feel your energy being drained from you and the desire to sleep became almost unbearable.  With Bucky dead and Steve off to fight for who knows how long, facing the apartment alone felt insurmountable.  

When you opened the door, your heart sank even further, forgetting that Steve had brought all of Bucky’s belongings there that day.  As the closest thing to family that he had, Steve thought it was right to give them to you, but you thought it was cruel and unnecessary.  Alcohol was never a friend to good decision making, so it made sense that you should take the time now to go through it all.  

About an hour in and countless tears shed, you were almost finished replaying the years spent with Bucky through the belongings that were strewn across your apartment floor.  Pictures of you, pictures of Steve, love letters written but never sent, and clothes that still smelled like him were amongst the items that you vowed to keep forever.  The last item to look through was an old worn and dirty knapsack; one that you recognized from the day you met.  The recognition brought even more tears, but you still opened it through the haze in your vision, reaching in to find nothing but a few sheets of paper and a small box.  You opened the first paper, but the writing was almost illegible so you set it aside. The next was better, but still in scribbled handwriting with thoughts written and rejected, looking like he was struggling with what to say.

My darling (Y/N),
In all my days, I would never have imagined that the day would come
On the day we met, I knew that you would become the most important thing
I have loved you since the first day we met, and I knew that this day would come.  I can’t imagine my life without you, and want to ask if you would

“Oh my god,” you whispered.  You reached down and grabbed the box, knowing exactly what was inside.


“How did no one think to take it off of her finger?!  How the hell did this get missed?”

The blonde man was standing next to you as the memories were wiped from you again, holding the small ring above you and waving it at the scientists who were working on you. “Even tactile memories can affect the success of the process!  You are scientists, for god’s sake, and even I know that!”

“We are sorry, sir. We didn’t notice it.”

The man shook his head in disgust and handed your ring to one of the guards.  “Melt it down.  We can’t have any trace of it anywhere, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Let me know when she’s done,” he said as he exited the room.  “Then bring Barnes in again.”

You watched him leave, then turned your eyes towards the guard who held your ring.  The significance of it was lost to you now, but it was still yours and you didn’t understand why it was taken from you. The guard saw you looking at him; he glanced at the scientists, who weren’t paying him any attention, then stepped next to you and knelt down at your side.  

“I’m going to keep this safe for you,” he whispered.  “I can’t destroy something that meant so much to someone.”


The next time that Bucky entered the room, the reception was much different.  He sat across from you again, regarding you and deciding the best way to approach if you moved to attack as you did during your last meeting.

“We have been tasked to work together, as partners,” he began, in the same tone as before.

“I understand.”  Your words brought a collective sigh of relief from the guards watching you, and you noticed that the visible tension in the man watching you from the other side of the window was gone.  “What is the mission?”

“There will be many missions, meant to bring Hydra back to power.  We will work closely together to meet the goal, and we will need to begin our training immediately.”  He leaned in on the table to be closer to you, looking at your face for any change in expression, but found none.  “Do you recognize me?”

“No.  Should I?”


You were curious why this man would ask you that.  You searched your mind, but it was blank.  There were no memories there for you to retrieve; there were no memories of anything at all.  “Do you recognize me?” you asked.


You saw the blonde man on the other side of the window smile, looking very pleased with how this interaction was going.  He gave another man a firm slap on the back and laughed as he entered the room. “This looks very promising indeed. You are both ready, and I can’t wait to see what your future holds.  What our future holds.  This is a momentous day indeed.  Hail Hydra.”

“Hail Hydra,” you said in unison, looking at each other like you knew something felt wrong as the words passed through your lips.

Part 5

I Remember

 So this is based of off my imagine:

Summary: Dean is a wreck after you died. He remembers everything from when you died. He also comes to realization that he is the very thing he hunts down.

Words: 930

Warnings: death, blood, pain, sort of descriptive murder, injury, angst 

A/N: I’m not that great of a writer, but I try. I hope you like it.

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What Matters Now

Part 20 of A+ Secrets

Summary: You start overthinking about Lisa and Dean the next morning.

Word Count: 2005

Warnings: Implied Smut

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You woke up before Dean and carefully slid out of the bed. Grabbing a blanket, you wrapped it around your shoulders and curled up on the chair across the room, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept.

In the quiet of the morning, you thought about last night with your family. It was the first time in three years that you had spent more than an hour with everyone and didn’t feel suffocated. You didn’t know how, but you had a feeling that Dean had something to do with that.

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Is that you, Baby?

Imagine a witches’ curse turning the Impala into a woman.

Author’s Note: This was a reader request! This one is really different than I’m used to, so it came out a little more humorous than serious. Also, the point of view wasn’t specified so it’s not reader insert. Not sure how I feel about it! Please let me know what you think! I’ll write more if you want more. Warnings: Language, nudity.

“Dimitte me effugere infortunium…” Dean was running full speed, weapon in hand. The woman in front of him only smiled and continued her chant. The way the Latin poured from her lips raised the hairs on Sam’s neck. “Don’t let her finish that!!” He screamed, as Dean was almost close enough to grab her. Just as he reached out his arm she spoke her last words. “Qui dicitur infans vivificabit.” Dean tumbled through the air where she once stood, landing clumsily in the dirt. There was no sign of the witch and Dean cursed loudly. “I hate witches! I hate them!” Sam shook his head and knelt to examine the spot she had stood in seconds ago. He brushed his hand in the dust and uncovered a small pouch full of small animal bones and herbs. Sam cocked his head and replayed the encounter in his mind. “I didn’t understand what she said.” Dean grumbled and brushed the dirt from his jacket. “There’s a reason they call it a dead language genius.” His sharp retort won no response from Sam, who continued to contemplate. “Well, genius, I’ve picked up quite a bit of Latin. The first phrase is, roughly, ‘let me escape destruction.’ But I don’t recognize the rest.” Dean was in no mood for a lesson in ancient languages. “Yeah, well as soon as we find her I’m going to ‘destruct’ her ass all the way back to oz.” He kicked the dirt and jammed his knife into it’s sheath before turning towards the road they had come in on. After walking a few feet, mindlessly mumbling expletives, he froze and squinted into the dark. “What the hell Sam, where’d I park?” Sam laughed from where he stood, still examining the contents of the hex bag. “Wow you are getting old.” Dean began to frantically turn around and scan the area. “It’s not funny Sam, it’s gone! Baby’s gone!!” He threw his hands up in the air and started yelling at the ‘witch bitch’ to come back. “Uh Dean…” Sam’s voice was unsure as he pointed to Dean’s left. There, sat a pile of worn blankets from the back seat of the impala. “Oh sure! Take my car and leave some shitty blankets I stole from a motel 6!” Dean grabbed the top of the fabric to rip them away in frustration but a muffled yelp rang out. The boys froze and glanced between one another. “Did it just-” Dean was cut off when the pile of blankets rose up and stood. They squinted and strained in the dark to see what was happening. In the flicker of the street light they soon made out the figure of a woman. Despite being half naked, she stood proud and didn’t shrink away from the men staring at her. They gawked for a long moment before Dean turned to face Sam, eyes wide as headlights. “There’s a naked woman right there, and normally I’d be happy about something like that… but my Baby is gone.” He blinked at his own words and shook his head like a dog with wet ears. “I’m losing it man.” Sam was equally confused but he stepped forward towards the girl, arms up in a peaceful gesture. “Hey, we’re not going to hurt you. Do you know how you got here?” The girl pulled the blankets tighter around her chest and nodded. She spoke as if the answer was obvious. “Oh course.” Her tan skin glowed and Dean marveled at her elegant features. She had shiny black hair that was cut short and ruffled around her temples. “You left me here.” Dean tried to rub the crazy out of his forehead. “What the hell does that mean?” Sam’s mouth dropped open and he drew nearer to the girl. Two marks on her chest caught his attention. “Dean, you’d better come look at this.” Initials were crudely scarred onto her skin, one over each breast. He recognized that one of them was in his hand writing. “Those initials look familiar?” Dean read them out loud slowly, before realization gripped him. He turned to his brother, “You’re saying that she’s-” Sam could only nod. The girl huffed impatiently and rolled her eyes. Turning on her heels, she dropped her coverings just far enough to display her lower back. “KAZ - 2Y5” was printed in black block letters. “It’s not rocket science D.W.” She winked at Dean from over her shoulder. “I’m your Baby.”

Dean drank the whiskey in his hands like it was water. “I know we’ve seen a lot of shit, but I’m not emotionally prepared for this.” He paced over the floor of the motel, all too aware than an extra pair of eyes was watching him. The girl sat on the kitchen counter, a long leather jacket around her. She seemed strangely comfortable and swung her legs carelessly. Sam watcher her with a furrowed brow, half expecting her to disappear or change forms. “Guys, can we just move past this?” She ran a hand through her hair and stretched. “In fact I’m kind of enjoying being, well, alive.” Dean shook the bottle at her. “No no no. No more speaking. I talk to my baby all the time, but she never talks back.” He looked at the woman and then away quickly, taking another nervous chug of alcohol. “Aw Dean…” Her voice drawled on as she hopped from the counter and walked in his direction with confidence. “Don’t act like we don’t know each other.” Dean backed up into the edge of the couch. She trapped him there and ran a single finger down his chest. “You always did rev me up and leave me hanging. All those girls you brought to my backseat, I get so jealous…” Dean squirmed uncomfortably, his eyes still the picture of shock and confusion. He begged Sam to come help but a kiss on the corner of his mouth stopped him. “Don’t act like we haven’t seen each other in the most intimate ways. Like you haven’t fixed me when I was broken and caressed me when I was good as new.” She leaned into his shoulder and whispered, her lips brushing his ear, “Always talking about how you want to get inside me-” Dean threw his hands up and backed away. “Okayy, whoa! Hold it. This is too weird for me. Sam tell me you have some king of the nerds answer for this.” Sam was thumbing through the musty pages of a Latin dictionary. Baby frowned but was content to harass Dean quietly, her fingers snaking around his arm. “Well, I know what that last part of the chant was now.” Dean pushed the girl off of him and retreated in another direction. “Please share!” Sam suppressed an amused grin. “According to this book, the phrase she said means ‘Let me escape destruction… and give life to the one called Baby.” The girl in the corner giggled when and Dean closed his eyes. "I. hate. witches.“

The two brothers stood over Dean’s bed, arms folded in contemplation. “Well, we can’t just leave her somewhere. She’s just as human as the two of us.” The embodiment of the impala had fallen asleep, one of Dean’s shirts clutched protectively to her chest. “Plus she’s kinda… I don’t know, cute.” Dean’s mouth dropped open. “No Sam, you don’t talk about it, her, whatever it is, like that.” He huffed and dropped on to the couch in exasperation. “I just don’t know what to think anymore.” He searched the woman in his bed for anything familiar with tired eyes. The Baby he loved was a roaring engine, timeless classic with a mint paint job. This body, although undeniably beautiful, was nothing like that. Sam threw a beer next to Dean and headed towards the door. “Clearly I’m the only one who’s going to get anything done about this. I’m bringing that hex bag to someone I know in town. He’s the bloodhound of all things witchcraft. He’ll help us find where she disappeared to.” Dean jumped from his seat, “I’m coming!” Sam shook his head and fought back a smile. “No, you’re staying here, on Babysitting duty.”

Dean found himself pacing around the room again, occasionally stealing a glance at his occupied bed. He ran a hand though his hair and sat on the mattress opposite his. In the quiet he could hear her every breath. Little bits of the license plate trampstamp were peaking out from under the shirt she borrowed. Dean tried to stop staring but he felt so drawn to her. He hadn’t noticed the leather band on her ankle before, or the tiny circular scar on her thigh. He crept towards her and examined the little mark. He flashed back to his first cigarette, and how much he hated himself for accidentally dropping it on the upholstery. He never smoked again after that. As if in a trance, he traced the imperfection with loving gentleness. It felt the same on her skin as it did all the years before. She was warm and smelled faintly like gasoline. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought about his Impala. A little smudge of grease was on her cheek and he let his rough fingers wipe it off. The woman below him started to stir. "Dean?” Her large dark eyes blinked slowly, but before she could focus her vision, Dean was back on the couch. She watched him pretend nothing had happened and casually drink his beer. Baby drifted to sleep with a smile on her face, the feeling of Dean’s fingers never leaving her skin.

How did we end up here? || Luke OS (smut)

Pairing: Y/N | Luke
Smut: yes | no
Request: yes
Plot: there’s just something about that guy, maybe it’s his stupid quiff, or his cocky smile, or maybe it’s just the fact he’s a complete douchebag. It’s simple, you hate Luke Hemmings. But what happens when your archenemy turns out to be exactly what you need ?

As I woke up from what felt like the longest slumber of my entire life, I could feel my head pounding and every single muscle of my body aching. When my vision finally adjusted to the bright light, I looked around only to realize I was laying on a bathroom floor, half naked next to an unidentified body. The cold tiles had turned my back into a numb mess. Right now seemed like the perfect moment to stab me in the spine as I was pretty sure I couldn’t feel a thing, that area was dead, just like my brain.

Trying to compose myself, I slowly sat up, pushing a few strands of hair from my face so I could take a proper look at the guy resting next to me. Was he even breathing? Was I in some psychological thriller when the girl wakes up with amnesia only to find out she’s committed some awful, barbaric murder? He looked pretty clean except for a few red scratches along his back… Hopefully I wasn’t the reason behind those. Still, I was pretty much naked and so was he. Anyone walking into this bathroom right now could easily connect the dots.

Suddenly, my John Doe groaned and turned his face towards me so he could rest his cheek on his hands, using them as a pillow. Then reality hit me pretty hard. Not only did I know this guy, but I also hated him with all my guts. Shivers ran down my spine as I tried to remember how the hell I had managed to wake up naked next to my archenemy, Luke Hemmings.

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