this started as one thing and came out another

Have I mentioned that my favourite thing is Adam Parrish being bisexual af?

Just casually describing people as heart attacks like you do

Dude this is not subtle
you are a mess

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Aliens reacting to human children losing their baby teeth and then their permanent teeth coming in. Maybe also being introduced to the concept of the Tooth Fairy and trying to figure out how that whole thing works?!

Most days Kadew could deal with human weirdness. He could handle the high levels of emotion, the contradicting traits of extreme survival skills and a complete lack of self preservation that many of the species had. So when his crew mate, Human-Tom, invited him to visit earth and experience his culture, Kadew had thought he could handle it and agreed.

It wasn’t the dangerous flora or fauna that sent him screaming from the planets surface.

Human-Tom had introduced Kadew to his son, Tiny-Human-Jon, who was no more than an infant. Kadew found the tiny pink creature repulsive, but he’d smiled and cooed about how cute the infant was for the sake of their interpersonal relationship. The baby took one look at the bright pink skin and luminous antennae, and erupted into a delighted fit of laughter. Everyone around grinned fondly, but Kadew’s pink skin shifted to a pale green.

Human-Tom cast a concerned glance to his crew mate. “You don’t look so good mate, what’s up?”

Kadew could barely bring himself to speak, but through no small amount of effort, he choked out, “someone appears to have removed your childs teeth, who would torture an infant?” 

Kadew nearly fainted as Human-Tom started laughing. 

He placed a comforting hand on Kadew’s shoulder hinge. “Jon is fine. There was no torture, he just hasn’t grown his baby teeth yet.”

Kadew blinked twice. “Baby…teeth?” 

Human-Tom nodded easily. “Yeah, he’s just started teething.” Kadew offered only a blank stare in repsonse. Human-Tom ran a hand along the back of his neck. “Ok, well, humans are born with teeth. They first form when we’re babies, then when we’re prepubsescent they fall out and a re replaced with a permanent set.”

Kadew squealed in alarm. “Your teeth fall out??”

Another easy nod, as if it was the natural thing in the univrse. “For sure, we– hold on, Kelly just lost one, she’ll show you.”

Human-Tom’s daughter came at her fathers call, watching Kadew curiously. Human-Tom gestured her forward. “Wanna show him your gap?” Kadew’s skin pulsed blue in fear as the young female opened her mouth. A set of normal, gleaming white teeth occupied her mouth, just as others of her species and–

Kadew screeched at the gaping black hole where her two front teeth should have been, the gum bright red and inflammed. 

Human-Kelly grinned. “I got six bucks from the tooth fairy for ‘em!” Her words were shapeless, her consonants drawn out and lispy.

“Tooth fairy?” Kadew was almost afraid to ask.

Human-kelly grinned again, clearly enjoying this. “The tiny winged being that gives us money for teeth while we sleep.”

Kadew fainted and vowed to never return to earth. 

Alex with a sleeve of tattoos is really a thing for me. Like imagine he started it on accident. He got one done when he was 16 in the foster system of three birds on his shoulder to honor his brother, mom, and dad (even though his dad was a dead beat; he couldn’t quite bring himself to hate him). He got one when he joined the military of his service number on his arm. He got a King’s College tat on his bicep when he got a scholarship there. The pride flag on his forearm when he came out. He added another bird when Phillip was born because now the tattoo reminded him less about losing family and more about gaining it. Little by little it all added up to two sleeves of tattoos that basically told his life story.

Cold Remarks

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Prompt: Harry has always been cold towards Y/N, and one day she just breaks. 

Word Count: 1581

Y/N wasn’t exactly sure why Harry was always so…cold towards her. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, he never called her anything rude, never swore at her, never yelled, but the tension always seemed to be in the room. He always seemed to hate being around her, in her eyes he hated her. She felt the negative vibes, he always rolled her eyes when she entered a room, he always ignored her, and if answered her it was with a harsh and cold tone. It made her want to shrink in her spot.

She didn’t understand. Harry was always so happy and warm around others, he was always so quick to help them, but when it came to Y/n she might as well have been invisible. It reached the point where she felt uncomfortable being in the same room as him. She felt weak and small compared to him and she didn’t like the idea of the two being alone.

It was the way he treated her, the small remarks her made every time. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, she had never done anything to him. She took each blow extra hard, always having a crush on Harry and having him treat her like this made her want to lock herself in a room and cry. She couldn’t believe how mean he was.

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The Spark Next Door

Thanks to @jayankles for the graphic! 

Summary: There’s always been a spark between you and the guy next door; when life takes a rough turn, things between you accelerate. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 4450 (without lyrics)
Warnings: Trigger warning: Short assault scene; language, drinking. Mostly fluff-type stuff, despite the warnings.
Challenge: Kari’s Favorites Challenge with the trope of “Neighbors AU” and Bronwyn’s Double Birthday Challenge where my prompt was Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. (I can’t be the only one who thinks of certain green eyes when you hear that song!) @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @jpadjackles

Your name: submit What is this?

“Let me guess - you need me to kill a spider?”

“That was one time, Ackles, and that spider was huge!”

Your neighbor flashed you an adorable smile, and you managed to keep the blush off your cheeks this time. His smile always reached his to-die-for green eyes, making you go weak at the knees. Jensen was nearly eight years your senior, the owner of a very successful brewery in town, and, even with the banter that had begun when you moved into the house next door after your grandmother passed away, you knew there was nothing more than friendship between the two of you.

With a soft laugh that made your stomach flip, he stepped out onto the porch and asked what he could help you with.

“My friend Kari brought her car over – needed the oil changed and whatnot. I’m trying to change out the oil filter now, but it won’t budge.”

Kari was leaning against the hood of the car, but straightened up quick when she saw you coming back to the driveway with Jensen.

“Hi, I’m Kari,” she introduced. You envied her confidence sometimes; it had taken Jensen coming to offer help to you and your brother on move-in day for you to even think about approaching him. “Thanks for coming to help.”

“Jensen, nice to meet you. Happy to help.”

He took the oil filter wrench from you and got to work. You and Kari sat on the porch while he worked, talking about hair and makeup, and before you knew it, the tune up job was done.

“You didn’t have to finish the job,” you said, “I really appreciate that!”

“Not a problem, sunshine,” Jensen assured, wiping the sweat from his face with a greasy rag. “Anytime. How’d you get roped into doing this anyway?”

Before you could answer, Kari interjected. “She’s got a hot date tonight, and I told her I would help her get ready if she would help fix up my car. It pays to have a friend whose dad and brothers taught her a thing or two.”

Your friend headed inside then, and you walked Jensen back over to his house. He asked about your date, and you told him about the guy from work you’d had your eye on for a while.

“He finally noticed me, I guess,” you shrugged. “I’m trying not to get my hopes up about it too much. I’m a hopeless romantic, and my head runs away with my heart sometimes. Or is it the other way around? Well, whatever it is – just keeping things low-key tonight.”

Jensen agreed that was a good plan. “Just make sure he treats you right, Y/N.”

“I’m sure he will,” you assured. “Thanks again for your help with the car!”

“No problem. I’ll be at the brewery tonight. Bring Mr. Wonderful in, I’ll get you guys a round on the house.”

With a thank you and a playful wink in Jensen’s direction, you headed back to your place to shower and get ready for your date.

Bryan was handsome, tall, successful – and apparently was well aware of the fact. Once the two of you got to dinner, he was no longer the nice guy from work you chatted and joked with every now and then. He was down right full of himself, and you couldn’t wait for dinner and the movie to be over so you could get home and never think about him again.

He had other plans, apparently. Once the two of you got back in his car, he immediately leaned over the console and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, and not a gesture you wanted to be a part of in the first place. The whole night was turning out to be a disappointment, but now you were borderline disgusted.

“Look, I just want to go home, all right?” you told Bryan when you were finally able to push him away.

He snorted. “Oh, please. The other girls have told me how hot you’ve been for me. This is your only chance, Y/N. Sure you want to pass on it?”

Who the hell did he think he was? God’s gift, clearly. With a roll of your eyes, you got out of the car. You didn’t need him. You could call a friend or one of your brothers or even a cab to get home.

You were just a few feet down the sidewalk when Bryan caught up to you and gripped your arm so tightly, you yelped. Of course, the two of you were parked so far out in the lot, there was no one around to help you. You’d have to make a break for it if he was going to be this crazy.

“Let me go!” you demanded.

Bryan squeezed tighter. “You’re nothing special, you know that? Girls like you are a dime a dozen. But if you think I’m gonna let you go back to work and tell them anything about tonight, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“I don’t want to tell anyone anything, I just want to go home!”

“After you give me what I took you out to get.”

He started to drag you back towards the car, but you dug your heels in and refused to move your feet. Bryan’s open hand came down hard across your face, shocking you momentarily, until you saw red. He was facing you now, and one hard, swift kick to the family jewels loosed his hold on you and brought Bryan to the ground, writhing in pain.

Your cheek stung like a bitch, and your feet was sore by the time you walked the five blocks to Jensen’s brewery. Constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting Bryan to be right behind you at any moment, got you to your destination in record time.

It would have been easier, you supposed, to go back into the theater and call a friend or your brothers or a cab. Your brothers would have gone to jail after hunting Bryan down, though, and any of your friends would have made it into far more drama than you wanted to deal with just then. That left the cab, but you didn’t want to go home and be alone, either.

So here you were, standing at the bar of the brewery with bruises forming on your arm and face. Tear stains formed streaks from your eyes to your jaw. You found an open spot at the corner of the bar against the wall; you didn’t see Jensen immediately, so you sent him a text. If he didn’t answer in a few minutes, you’d ask someone to track him down for you.

Are you still at work? I’m sitting at the bar.

You wanted to somehow warn him of your current state, but you didn’t know how to word it. A minute after you sent the text, Jensen appeared from the back. He spotted you instantly. His smile turned to a look of concern, and he made a beeline for where you were sitting.

“What the hell happened?” Jensen asked, his voice laced with the same concern in his expression, plus a touch of anger.

Your chin quivered and your eyes watered all over again. Being here, with someone familiar, was the relief of safety; for that reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Jensen took your hand and told you to follow him to the back. He led you to his office, sat you in his comfy desk chair, and told you he would be right back.

By the time Jensen returned, you had composed yourself. He handed you an opened bottle of your favorite beer, then carefully set an ice pack against your face.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Jensen asked, this time much more calm than his initial inquiry.

You bit your bottom lip. “Mr. Wonderful turned out to be Mr. Not-So-Wonderful.”

Jensen nodded as though he had figured as much. “Just your face?”

“He slapped my face,” you explained. “And he grabbed my arm.”

Jensen gently rolled up your sleeve to inspect your arm. It was already bruising, but there wasn’t much ice could do for you there. At least on your face, it kept the swelling down.

“What do you wanna do?” Jensen asked.

“I just want to go home, but I don’t want to be alone. And I don’t want to make a crazy big deal out of this.”

Jensen caressed the uninjured side of your face before leaning back on the desk. He must have been considering whether or not to go with what you wanted, or make you call the police.

“All right. Stay here. Give me ten minutes, then I’ll take you home.”

You nodded and kept the ice on your face. The stinging had turned to a burn, so the ice was soothing. It had started to melt and you were dropping the bag into the trash can when Jensen returned.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Had to rearrange some things.”

You were suddenly self-conscious. “Jensen, you didn’t have to do that for me …”

“I did,” he replied quickly. “I mean, you’re my friend and you came to me for help. C’mon, sunshine. Let’s get you home.”

As you followed Jensen out to his truck, you thought about what he had said. It had never occurred to you that the two of you were more than neighbors and acquaintances, but Jensen saying the two of you were friends certainly made you feel less regretful about going to him for help. That didn’t mean, of course, that you didn’t try to explain yourself the moment you were seated in the passenger seat.

“It’s just that my brothers would have been way pissed, and Kari would have made it a bigger deal than it needed to be. I just wanted to go home and be safe.”

“I can understand that. We’ll handle this your way, but for the record, that doesn’t mean this isn’t a big deal or that I’m not pissed. You don’t deserve to be treated that way – nobody does.”

The rest of the ride home was silent. Jensen parked his truck in his driveway, then asked for your house key.

“I’ll go in first. Can’t be too careful.”

You had no problem with that. Never in your life had you been treated the way Bryan had treated you, and it scared you shitless, quite frankly. Having Jensen there was a welcome comfort.

“I think you’re good,” he said, handing back the key. You placed it in your purse, which you went to put in your room.

When you came back, Jensen was still standing near the doorway, looking somewhat nervous. You cleared your throat.

“I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. Have you eaten? I’ll cook for you,” you offered.

“I ate.” He finally pulled his hands from his pocket. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with what you’ve been through tonight, but I don’t really want you to be alone. Somehow next door doesn’t seem close enough.” He chuckled, nervously. “If you want me to crash on the couch or stay up with you, I will. Or we can go to my place. Whatever will make you feel safe.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “I wasn’t sure how to bring that up, so thanks for doing it for me. I’m gonna take a shower, then maybe we can watch a movie or something?”

Jensen nodded. “Sounds good.”

You disappeared into the bathroom with your favorite fluffy towel, and started the water as hot as you could stand it. You cried a little again, just from the emotions of what had happened, when washing your tender face brought everything rushing back as though it had happened just a few minutes ago, and not an hour or so. You wrapped up your shower pretty quick, dressed in sweats and a tank top, and went back out to the living room.

Jensen was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. He looked up at you and smiled. “Feeling a little better?”

“A little,” you nodded. “You changed?”

“Yeah, ran home real quick while you showered. Grabbed a six pack of locals, too.”

You smirked when he handed you a longneck of beer from his brewery. It was pretty delicious, so you took a good long drink after that initial sip to taste.

You answered Kari’s text message about how the date had went while Jensen debated between a couple of funny movies for the two of you to watch. You kept your answer relatively vague, but promised to tell her the whole story at work the next day.

Thanks to half the six-pack and the shock wearing off, you were asleep before the movie was over. Without realizing it, you dozed off against Jensen’s shoulder. He covered you with the comforter you had dragged out from your bedroom, switched from the DVD player to the TV, and fell asleep with an arm around placed protectively around you.

When the two of you woke the next morning, stretched out on the couch together, your cheek against Jensen’s chest, you were only a little embarrassed. A potentially anxiety-and-paranoia-filled night had turned into a quiet, comforting evening. You got up and made a pot of coffee before dressing for work. As you got ready, you were quiet as you could be so you didn’t wake Jensen until you needed to leave.

“Hey,” you said softly, sitting next to him. “I’m leaving for work. You can stay as long as you want, just lock the door on your way out.”

Jensen nodded and made you promise to be careful before falling asleep again. It was strange in a very pleasant way to leave a man you didn’t know extremely well but felt so safe and familiar with asleep on your couch.

When you got to work and told Kari the whole story, she made about as big of a deal out of it as you expected, but you quickly shushed her.

“I don’t want a lot of people to know, all right? I’m not embarrassed I just – I don’t want to talk about it. And other people are liable to talk anyway.”

Kari didn’t like it, but she promised to keep quiet. Your workday went on as usual, until Bryan found you sometime after lunch.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted, as though nothing had happened. “I really enjoyed last night.”

You rolled your eyes and otherwise ignored him. He made himself comfortable; you used all of your willpower not to make eye contact. Your heart was racing. Not even twenty-four hours ago, this same smiling, pleasant man had slapped you across the face and would have likely done far worse if you hadn’t gotten away.

“I will have you, you know,” Bryan said, leaning forward so that anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I always get what I want. I’m sure you still want me – no one lets go that easily.”

Thanks God for Kari, who had been checking on you periodically throughout the day as it was. She frowned when she saw Bryan talking to you, but the moment he spotted her, he simply winked at you and left.

“What was that about?” Kari asked.

Attempting not to have a panic attack, you went ahead and told her what Bryan had said.

“You can’t keep on with this, Y/N,” she said sternly. “Sounds like last night was just the start. If he isn’t taking a kick to the junk as a hint, Lord knows what he is capable of.”

You ran a hand through your hair. “I know.”

“Please, at least go talk to the boss. Get yourself or Bryan re-assigned so you don’t have to see him.”

You hated the idea of being a victim – that was part of the humiliation of all of this. Kari was right though. With her encouragement, you went right to the boss’s office and spilled the whole story.

Your boss sighed. “I’m sympathetic with you, Y/N, really. Unfortunately, as the incident happened away from company property, our policy is not to get involved.”

“You’re kidding?!”

She leaned forward on her desk. “Without a restraining order of some kind, my hands are tied.”

You nodded, feeling full confidence for the first time that day. “Fine. Then I am officially handing in my resignation. I’m sorry, but I can’t work in an unsafe environment.”

She didn’t bother calling you back to her office or anything; for that reason, you were even more comfortable with your decision. Another job would come along and until then, well, you would figure things out.

You weren’t going to be a victim of this thing that had happened to you.

Kari offered to cancel her date that night to hang out with you, but you assured her you would be fine. It was clearly all for the best, and you had some things to figure out, anyway.

It didn’t help that the easiest distraction from your problems was your neighbor’s green eyes and devastating smile. When you thought about the way he had cared for you the night before, how protective he had been, you got butterflies in your stomach. The idea embarrassed you only a little; surely he wasn’t into younger women. Whatever had gone on last night had been because you were friends, like Jensen said.

That didn’t stop you from putting on your most casually adorable outfit and driving over to the brewery. Jensen had texted you earlier in the day that he would be working the bar if you needed anything, and that planted the seed in your mind. Even if you didn’t expect anything to happen, it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple drinks while you ogled your crush. You know, to cheer yourself up.

The smile he gave you when you took a seat at the bar erupted even more butterflies in your stomach. You gave a little wave and smiled bigger when he came over to see you.

“Your face looks better,” Jensen commented.

“Wow, thanks,” you teased him.

Jensen laughed. “You know what I mean. What’ll be?”

“Same we had last night, please. I really liked that.”

“Ah, my favorite.” He filled a pint glass and set it in front of you. “Not too much. You’ve got to work in the morning.”

You shook your head as you drank down a good portion of the beer. “I quit.”

Jensen’s eyes went wide, but you explained about Bryan’s remarks and your boss’s reaction. When you were done telling the whole thing, he said he was proud of you.

“I’m glad you stood up for yourself.”

“Even if your friend is an unemployed loser now?” you snorted. It had been meant as a joke, but fell just shy of humor.

Jensen chucked you under the chin. “You’re not a loser, Y/N. I don’t care that you’re unemployed, but if you want, you can work here for a while, till you find something else.”

“Jensen, you don’t have to do that. You’ve helped me enough – more than enough.”

He shook his head. “I told you when you moved in next door that I was here to help with whatever you need, and I meant that. Now, you’ve already been drinking so you can’t start tonight. How about Monday?”

You could have hugged him across the counter, you were so excited. You agreed to meet him there Monday morning to get started.

“I find it interesting that he is so quick to help you all of the sudden,” Kari commented when she came over the next day. “Like after he found out you were dating someone.”

“I wasn’t dating someone, I went on a date with somebody and it turned out awful,” you corrected.

Kari rolled her eyes. “Not the point, Y/N/N.”

“Your point is invalid. Jensen had helped with a lot of things since I moved in.”

Kari nodded. “How many times before all of this did you two fall asleep on your couch together before all of this?”

You didn’t want to answer her. You knew what she was getting at, but if you allowed yourself to go there, even just in your mind, you were setting yourself up for disappointment. Just like that hadn’t stopped you from dressing cute and going to the brewery to see him when you needed cheering up, it didn’t stop you from dressing to impress to meet him Monday morning, either,

After giving you a full tour of the place, Jensen went through the office duties that would now be your responsibility. You had expected to be waiting tables or washing dishes; Jensen warned you there would be some of that but mostly you would be working as his office manager.

You sat on the counter of the bar while he put away glasses, teasing him about taking advantage of the new help, when he looked at you with an expression that fell somewhere between amused and curious.

“What if I did take advantage?” he asked.

Your smile quickly faded. “Seriously? Of me?”

Jensen set down the glass in his and moved closer to where you were sitting. He settled himself between your knees; you weren’t offended but … well, you weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling at that moment.

“I mean, not really take advantage of course,” Jensen clarified. That wasn’t something you were worried about, but you appreciated the effort. His fingers pushed your hair behind your ear. “But I was already thinking about you probably way more than I should. Then everything went down with that guy, and you came to me. It got me thinking about more things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about.”

The uncertainty fell away and you knew exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted. When Jensen’s hand carded into your hair before gently guiding your mouth towards his, a daydream you had indulged in time and time again became a reality.

When Jensen parted from you, he did so slowly; somehow, he must have known that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself upright immediately after he broke that perfect kiss. A million things were running through your head. When you were able to form a coherent sentence again, you decided to just be honest with him.

“A few days ago, I had a date with a guy I’ve ha d my eye on for a while. It didn’t turn out so well.”

“I know,” he said softly, not moving from where he stood. His hands ran up and down your thighs, and the movement sent shivers up and down your spine.

Deep breath. “I’ve had a thing for you since I met you pretty much. With you being older than me, and my neighbor who helped me every now and then, I never expected anything to come of it. Then all of that happened, and now we’re sleeping on couches together and you’re telling me things and we’re kissing on your bar.”

“I know,” Jensen said again.

“Say something besides ‘I know’.”

He kissed you, a soft, chaste peck this time. “I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know it didn’t work out for you so well last time, getting the guy you wanted. But I want you too, Y/N. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and take care of you. Maybe though, we can start with dinner tomorrow night? You know, a proper one. Kari can come over to help you get ready, I’ll put on some expensive cologne. That kind of thing.”

“I’d like that,” you said with a light laugh. “Thank you for understanding.”

Jensen nodded and helped you off the bar. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”

Monday and Tuesday were usually the days the brewery was closed, so that everyone could recover from the weekend. You and Jensen had gone in the day before so he could finish up the paperwork from the weekend and show you how things worked. With all of your nerves over your date that night, you appreciated that you had the day off.

With all of that nervous energy, you decided it would be a good day to deep clean the house before you had to get ready to go out with Jensen later that night. You opened the windows and let the early summer breeze air out the place.

Always careful about bothering the neighbors, you had your music quietly playing as you moved about the house. A lawn mower revved up outside in the early afternoon, so you turned up the volume on your music.

You were in a pair of jean cutoffs and a thin, loose tank top. No shoes on your feet, and your hair in a messy bun on your head. You’d washed your face that morning, but the glow of the sweat build-up from working in the house had added a sheen to your exposed skin.

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that’ll haunt me whenever you’re not around
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

You didn’t care one bit about that when one of your guilty pleasure songs came on and you immediately thought of Jensen.

It didn’t matter that you were a mess or that you were going to see him later. You had something to tell Jensen, and you needed to tell him now.

You jogged out the front door, the screen slamming behind you. You looked over towards Jensen’s house and saw that he was the one mowing. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his face and chest, and that only made your heart quicken. Summoning up the courage, you stood in front of the mower.

Jensen came to an abrupt stop and took the headphones from his ears. “Y/N, you all right?”

You nodded. “I know this must sound crazy, but I couldn’t wait until tonight to tell you. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and take care of you, too. I don’t want to do this slow dating thing. I want us to do this, for real.”

He stood to the side of the mower. “You sure?”

“As sure as I’ve ever been of anything. I’ve spent way too long just being the girl next door. I want to be your girl.”

Jensen grinned. The connection between the two of you became magnetic; you met in the middle of the distance between you. Jensen pulled you up into his arms, and your legs wrapped around his hips. You pressed your mouth hard against Jensen’s, but forming that pucker to kiss him was difficult.

All you could do in that moment was smile.

Poly relationship with Steve and Bucky

(A/N): heeeeeyyy, this is my first time doing headcannons, tell me what you think! 

 Warnings: slightly suggestive themes, swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette

It’s not necessary but you may want to read the original story here: X

Originally posted by uchihaclan27

 •After the threesome of the century both men held you as you panted and shivered. Two pairs of lips pressed sweet, gentle kisses all along your quivering body, until you had calmed down enough that you could finally breathe normally.

•They’d probably tell you how they didn’t want this to be a one time thing, how they actually cared for you and wanted to be with you.

•You’d smile sleepily as you laid peacefully between them, listening intently as they told you just how much they loved you.

•The next morning you wake up to only one pair of arms wrapped around you; Steve’s. you begin to think that maybe you had dreamt the Bucky part but then the soldier comes meandering into the room, some food in hand. “I’ve got a warm bath waiting for you,” He’d smile as he gestured to his bathroom.

•speaking of baths/showers it wasn’t exactly easy to fit two super soldiers plus another human being into your small tub. Showers weren’t much better, the amount of times Bucky nearly fell and busted his ass open were innumerable (he was surprisingly clumsy) 

•The three of you immediately start a relationship, a secret one of course. After all what would the press think if they saw America’s two wonder boys dating each other and another person as well?

•No one finds out for a long time, no one even knew about the whole thing until the three of you directly came out and stated that you were dating.

•The team didn’t know what to think but eventually they realized you guys were a pretty damn cute couple (Fewple?)

•Eventually the three of you come out to the rest of the world, huge mistake on your guys’ part.

•dealing with the press was always hard, they were always so judgemental and snide about the fact that three of you were dating.

•The fans were even worse. The amount of times the three of you had been victims of unprecedented crimes were innumerable but as you laid in Steve and Bucky’s embrace, both of them sleepily kissing you you realized that it was all worth it.

•The three of you had to have sex at least once every day. Turns out the two super soldiers can actually be horny beasts.

•The boys could easily recover within minutes after their orgasm but you weren’t a Supersoldier and you needed time. The boys would always hold you and kiss you, pet your hair and skin as you recovered. They always were very gentle with you, they knew how tiring it was to take both of them so they sure as hell made up for it. They’d probably tell you how good you did, how amazing you felt, praising you and kissing you softly until you were ready for a round 2.

•Neither one of them is kinky, other than the threesome every day thing. In fact they were rather vanilla but you didn’t mind in the slightest. After all, who could complain when you had two men buried to the hilt inside of you.

•Both men were extremely affectionate too, they loved to curl up with you and simply lay there for hours on end. They always had to be touching you too, holding hands, an arm around your waist, a soft kiss here and there. It was almost funny to think that such two strong, dark, intimidating men were actually just giant sweethearts.

•Steve always loved to cook for the three of you and you two loved it as well. Steve was a damn good cook, everything he made was simply delicious.

•The three of you try to bake together sometimes but it Usually ends in food fights between the three of you (Tony doesn’t appreciate having flour caked into the walls) so instead you just let Steve do all the work.

•The three of you often spend hours watching movies, reading, listening to music, just getting caught up with the times.

•Honestly the Supersoldier sandwich is probably the greatest cuddle position you’ve ever experienced. Being wedged between two of the warmest, comfiest men on the face of the earth was absolutely heavenly.

•Bucky was most definitely the most protective one of the group. Steve could be at times but usually Bucky was the one always guarding the two of you like a hawk. If someone even looked at you differently there sure as hell was going to be hell to pay.

•Steve and Bucky often tell you stories about the war. They’d always get this reminiscent twinkle in their eyes and this soft little smile on their lips, it always warmed your heart to see them regard their past so fondly.


FP Jones/Andrews Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 1

Originally posted by juggyandbets

AN: It’s so awkward when nearly the whole fandom is in love with the teenage boys on the show and I’m over here obsessing over the DILFs and the girls of the show. So I wrote this to see who else adores the daddies of Riverdale. This will be a series so stick around for more if you love this serpent as much as I. 

Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent 

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,967

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

It all started when you were younger. Jughead’s Dad came over one night to talk to Jughead. Jughead was round for a sleepover with your younger brother Archie and FP came round because he had some news, about what, you didn’t know. But what you did know was in that moment you realised you were utterly attracted to your younger brother’s best friend’s Dad. That was the moment you knew you were screwed.

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“Everyone Keeps Telling Me You’re The Bad Guy...”

Drabble Game - #19. Mark Tuan - Angst

Mark Tuan. Known around campus as the resident heartbreaker. It was obvious why. He was devastatingly handsome and charming. Once he set his sights on a girl, she was a goner. He would wine and dine them, get them into bed and then come up with some lame excuse as to why anything more serious just wouldn’t work.

Mark Tuan, the same one who had been assigned to be the subject of your behavioral analysis study for the last month, had his eyes on you now.

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AND ANOTHER THING: netflix can get out of here with the tried everything bullshit. they haven’t tried since day one when sense8 came out. shit promotions. shit advertising. shit support system. and they tried even less with season 2. the promo for sense8 season 2 didnt came out til weeks before it aired and i saw oitnb promos MONTHS before the season ever started. tumblr gifs did a whole lot more promotion than they ever did.

fans deserved better, the show deserved better and i am sorry

Love Unintentional

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Anonymous asked: Hey, I was thinking maybe you could write about Harry and Y/N being celebrities and having to do a PR stunt. They both hate PR stunts because they are in love with their current girlfriend/boyfriend (which r okay with the PR stunt). Harry and Y/N end up falling for each other.

Word Count: 2973

A/M:  This idea was amazing anon! I might have tweaked it a little bit, but thank you so much for sending it to me! I’m sorry it took forever for me to get this up. There will be a part two. Hope you enjoy! Tell me if you do! :) Xxx

*Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

You insisted on putting the last touches of your makeup yourself, now finishing your look with the right shade of red. 

“What do you think?” You asked turning to your boyfriend as you did a little spin to show off your dress. 

“You look great. Always do.” He said barely looking up. 

You crossed your arms and gave him an annoyed look. 

“What?” He asked half annoyed, “You ask the same thing every time, and ever since you started "going out” with him it’s become routine.“

"Not going to wish me luck?" 

"Luck on what? It’s another date with him isn’t it?”

“It’s a premier. I’m kind of nervous actually. It’s my first one”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ve gone through this kind of thing before." 

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said waving him off 


It had been the routine for the last 6 months. You had become a rising star within the last two year; a star that came to the level of popularity that your agent had decided that it’d be good for you if you were to have a “fake boyfriend.” But never in your wildest dreams did you think that this fake boyfriend would be Harry Styles.


—7 months ago—

“What on earth would he get out of "dating” me?“ 

"Well,” your agent started, “He’s obviously very famous and popular around the world, and you need the publicity. You're this close,” he said giving a hand gesture that showed the small distance he was referring to, “This close to being the next huge thing. If you do this with Harry, it will prolong your career." 

You sighed, "Again, that wasn’t my question. What does Harry get out of it? I’m not that famous. What benefit does he get?”

Your agent frowned, “I thought you liked him. I thought you’d be thrilled to "go out” with him.“

"I am! He’s great, he’s cute. But more importantly he’s a genuine guy. I have met him before. I just want to know why. I don’t want to completely take advantage of him." 

He heaved a deep sigh, "You attract a certain audience and style and it’s something that his agent seems to like as well to broaden his own audience like he will for you.”

You were able to breathe a little easier, now knowing more about this seemingly odd situation. Even if it was something that’s been done since the very beginning of Hollywood and the fame industry. 


“Alright. I’ll agree to it if he agrees to it. But you know, we have to talk to [Y/BF/N] about this. I don’t know how he’ll react to something like this.” And you started to feel anxious at the thought. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him about it.” Your agent said, “Also we’ll have to meet with Harry and his agent to discuss the ground rules. You said you’ve met him before right?”

You nodded, “At a party about 2 months ago." 

"Good. I’ll call you when we’ll be meeting with him. It’s also when we’ll discuss how we’ll bring you two into the public eye.”

“Whoa. Hold on, shouldn’t we wait until he agrees to being my "boyfriend”?“

He gave a look, "Wait I didn’t mention it? He already has." 

"What? Oh. Well alright.”

Everything had be sorted out beforehand, and you and Harry had met to see what you would both agree upon. The terms for the relationship were both simple and basic.

No sex.

No spontaneous PDA 

And no spontaneous trips away. 

Everything had to have been planned and known beforehand. 


You didn’t have a doubt in your mind. The rules were too easy. You both were already taken. This was simply work. 


The first few times a month after the idea and rules were laid out, you had both made it look easy. But it wasn’t quite the “young love” that people thought it would be.

But your agents and the managing teams had an idea to make the relationship seem more believable. 

So this time the scene was set- a table near a window of a very public restaurant. The lighting was very dim just enough to enhance the candlelight that was at every table, but the focus on you and Harry was very clear. 

The place wasn’t busy… yet; but with the whispers of people nearby, including the staff, you knew that the plan was working and that by the time you were to both walk out,  the paparazzi would be everywhere. 


Just as planned. You thought. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! If you're still doing headcanons, do you mind showing us what it would be like for RFA running into MC's ex? I know a lot of people probably did this one but imagine that MC's ex was like perfect like the most perfect soulmate to have with numerous skills, perfect looks, does donations and charities him/herself. And they question why they broke up?

Interesting one! Hope you like what we came up with. ;) 


  • The fish bun truck was in town and Zen decided to grab some
  • A young man was standing by a nearby booth for some charity organization
  • Thinking he might be a potential party guest, he went to strike up a conversation
  • The man talks about the organization he recently took ownership of that helps several orphanages raise funds
  • The name sounded familiar and Zen realized it was the place you volunteered at before the RFA
  • He asked the man if he knew you
  • Turns out he dated you years ago
  • When he asks Zen how he knows you, well…this is awkward
  • He’s not jealous, but….Zen doesn’t extend an invitation to the next RFA party
  • When he sees you next time, he mentions it
  • He’s confused because the guy seemed nice and successful
  • He thought something went very wrong, and was ready to get protective
  • You explained that nothing went wrong, but you grew distant cuz of work so it was a mutual break up
  • Zen takes note and makes sure he always has time in his schedule for you


  • You both were playing a round of LOLOL and one of the player’s names sounded familiar
  • You realized from the profile was from your ex
  • You laugh and tell Yoosung casually before logging off to cook some dinner
  • He’s curious, so he starts chatting with the guy
  • He’s surprised to find the guy is really nice
  • He doesn’t mention you, but asks a bit about the guy
  • Turns out the guy graduated college early and was settled into a good job
  • He just played games occasionally for fun
  • After Yoosung was done chatting with him, he told you what happened
  • He asked why you would’ve left someone who seemed so capable and well matched to you
  • You explained that your ex’s mom didn’t like you since she didn’t think you were well-off
  • Your ex broke it off to please his mother
  • Yoosung felt so bad, he pulled you into a hug
  • “Just to let you know…my mom really likes you.”
  • You smile, wondering how you got so lucky


  • A customer came to the cafe and ordered coffee
  • Nothing was off about it, but Jaehee recognized it from the picture of your ex that you showed her before
  • You didn’t say much more about him, so Jaehee always respected your privacy
  • You never talked about him poorly and it seemed like he was an amazing person
  • She always wondered what happened
  • But when you asked to be excused from your shift early as soon as you saw him, she went into overprotective friend mode
  • He came to the counter to pay and asked, “Sorry, does someone by the name of MC work here?”
  • Jaehee replied, “Why do you ask?”
  • Apparently, your ex wanted to contact you again
  • He explained to Jaehee that you had dated a few years ago, but he broke it off because he needed space and to find himself
  • He wanted to get in touch with you again, but your old number didn’t work
  • Jaehee off-handedly dismissed him saying you didn’t work there
  • Later, she doesn’t say anything about it, but just makes your favorite dish and brings home chocolate


  • He had recently hired a few new employees
  • He was making some rounds to meet them and talk to them a little bit
  • He didn’t know when he had hired him, but you recognized one of the names as your ex
  • When he came face-to-face with him, he thought he was going to be arrogant or rude
  • It was quite the opposite
  • Your ex was skilled and very kind–similar to you
  • Jumin wanted to be mean to him, but really couldn’t because the guy was so nice
  • He asks you at home why things had been broken off
  • You said your ex was a workaholic that always put work above her when it came down to it
  • After awhile, you lost the spark
  • Jumin understood, but became slightly self-conscious of his own work habits
  • You reassured him that he never made you feel anything but loved
  • Still, he took your past relationship to heart and always made sure his work came second


  • Work has been stressful, so he wants to start customizing another one of his cars
  • He knows a parts vendor in town that he’s bought from before so he goes for a visit
  • The co-owner comes by to check out the car model and make
  • He sees one of Seven’s keychains which holds a picture of you two together
  • He chuckles and says that you’re his ex
  • Seven remember you mentioning him before…but didn’t realize it was this guy
  • There’s some awkward silence before your ex asks how you’re doing
  • As Seven’s leaving, your ex tells him to say hi to you
  • Seven knew the co-owner before, so he knew how kind he was and successful and normal for someone so young
  • He wonders why you even left him in the first place
  • When he asks you what happened, you explain that you and your ex never connected really
  • He was a good guy, but he was too serious for you after awhile
  • You say that relationship changed you, and it’s why you saw life differently
  • He smiled when you say you’re so thankful for him as he and you click so well 

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sushi 02 || pjm (s)

Jimin takes you home after a successful date and can’t help it his dirty thoughts are taking over him.

❀ genre/warnings: smut, angst {dom!jimin}.
❀ word count: 4,8k+
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sushi 01

It was almost 11 pm when the vehicle finally came to a halt. You guys have been jamming to different songs from The Neighbourhood along the way, you getting surprised with how well Jimin knew the lyrics. And of course you got surprised at his amazing voice.

‘’Jimin! I didn’t know you could sing! Damn fine,’’ you complimented him and you gave him a shove against his arm. He sheepishly started to grin and looked out of his car window.

‘’Yeah, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I think there are better singers out there,’’ he replied and a silence fell upon you two. Only the soft rain, ticking on the windows and roof, but later on thunder and lightning was added to it.

The first lightning made Jimin look up and he unbuckled his seatbelt. You started to struggle with yours, eyes and mind not that clear anymore, because you may have drank a bit too much wine. You didn’t recall Jimin drinking that much, but at the date one of the things you talked about, was how he wasn’t planning on drinking too much. He had to drive to his home in the end of course.

‘’Here, let me help you,’’ you heard Jimin say and his hands came in sight, touching yours as he unbuckled your seatbelt. Your eyes widened a bit and you coughed, climbing out of the car quickly and closing the door behind you. Jimin stepped out too and at that very moment, another lightning lit up the sky.

‘’Come on!’’ Jimin said

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Morphine You Moron ~Spencer Reid~

Summary: You and Spencer are kidnapped and you are tortured. 

Warnings: Explicit torturing and angst. 

Pairings: Spencer x Reader and a bit Platonic Derek x Reader. 

Author’s Note: 


So I just want to say thank you for 236 followers! Yay! I know this is not a massive milestone but every little bit counts. :) 

So please if your a new follower and you want me to write something, talk to me about something, anything really, shoot me a message. 

I really hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Stay safe guys x

“You can kill me. You can torture me. You can rip me apart limb from limb. But for the love of God please don’t touch her.” Spencer’s voice echoed through the empty room. The man standing between you and him merely chuckling. 

You screamed out as another lash landed on your bare back. Your body arched forward, trying to pull as much away from it as possible, but your restraints kept you firmly in the same place. Your arms were tied above your head and your feet just touched the ground. 

Fifth day of hell. 

Spencer stiffened and pulled violently on the restraints that kept him station to a pole. 

“Please! Stop!” he screamed out. “Please. Please!” 

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anonymous asked:

that post you just reblogged with the “person carrying an absurd and improbable number of weapons must remove them all" trope but with Coran👀

“Shed your weapons before entering the conference room.”

Keith glared at the placid-faced attendant, but at a responding look from Shiro, he sighed and put the wrapped knife on the tray. 

Pidge pulled some kind of God-only-knew-what out of her pockets.

Allura took off the bands under her gloves, which was a surprise to them all.

Coran took off his particle shield generator.

And the pistol holstered to his hip -”How long has he had that?” Lance hissed to Hunk, who could only shrug, because he certainly hadn’t seen it.

And a knife sheathed in the small of his back.

And a set of small needle-looking things hidden in his glove.

“Are you seeing this?” Keith whispered to Allura. 


Out came some sort of miniature drone from under his collar. And either the controller or another one from his waistband.

“Oh, come on,” Pidge muttered when he crouched to start removing his boot. 

Then they all except for Shiro gaped outright when his leg opened up to reveal two small blasters. “I’m afraid these two are attached,” Coran told the attendant.

“Do you have a shutdown capability?”

“This little blue button here acts as a temporary disable,” Coran replied, and the attendant reached down with one of its six long appendages to press it, causing the panels to re-seal.

“Is that everything?” It asked as he put his boot back on and stood up.

“Oh, one more,” Coran said, and Lance could only shake his head in awe as he reached into his pocket and produced the tiniest blaster any of them had ever seen. “I’m not even sure this one is functional, but it was a gift from a  Turimonqua.”

“Very well, you may pass,” the attendant said, completely unfazed.

“You are never allowed to carp at us about unarmed practice again,” Lance hissed as they headed down the tunnel to the diplomatic rotunda.

“Hm? I don’t recall ever saying I brought those with me to spars.”

“Oh, you just happen to load up every time we leave the ship?”

The smiles both Coran and Allura gave them were a little disconcerting.

Sons of Lawrence #16

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Mary Winchester,Balthazar, Michael, Gabriel
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,104
Warnings: Language, casual drug use, angst, someone gets stabbed.
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
Miss the beginning?

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

With the tension thick in the air, everyone took their seats at the table quickly. Dean sat in John’s chair and started the meeting in the same manner as his father; skull ring tapping on the table.

There was no point in beating around the bush. “Dad’s been put into a medically-induced coma,” Dean admitted, his voice weary from keeping his emotions under control. There were murmurs of confusion, so you elaborated further.

“With the bullet’s location, placing him in the coma was the only choice they had. It sounds like a death sentence, but believe me when I say that it’s John’s only chance of survival,” you added quickly, hoping to keep the gang from getting riled up.

Several men turned and glared at you darkly. “Where were you when he got shot?” demanded Balthazar, his accented-voice dangerously low.

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lu-cien  asked:

12, Nessian! :)

Prompt: a hoarse whisper “Kiss me”. 
Here you go, Luna! I know you probably wanted smut (I know I wanted smut lol) but this is what happened. I hope you like it anyway!
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From afar, she looks perfectly fine. Everything always does.

Cassian stares at Nesta from the doorway, unsure of whether she might have heard him or not. She is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out beyond the Sidra, the warm glow of the sunset illuminating her silhouette. Cassian thinks she looks ethereal – an angel who found its way from Elysium into this grievous world.  Her posture is perfectly erect, as always. Her hair is flawlessly plaited into a crown. Her dress is impeccable and fit for a queen.

Yet as he moves towards her, it’s as if the image shifts before his eyes. He notices the slight curve of her spine, as if her shoulders are weighed down and the ground is waiting for her to crumple. He notices the tremor in her fingers, even as she keeps them wrapped around her slender arms, hugging herself as if to keep herself together. And when he’s next to her, he sees the wet trails on her cheeks, the teardrops clumping her eyelashes together and making her eyes an impossibly light shade of blue – like a flash of lightning in the middle of a storm. Despite all this, he can’t help but think she looks achingly beautiful.

He’s not surprised that she’s been crying, though, he was expecting it. It was the reason he came to find her – the string tied to his ribs wrenching him in her direction so forcefully that his breath caught in his throat. It had subdued now that he was next to her, and Nesta’s crying seems to have subdued as well, long past the stage of choked sobs and gasping breaths – if it had ever even got to that. He doesn’t know if perhaps violent crying would be better than this quiet anguish but either way, he feels her pain and sorrow as if it was his own: murky water drowning his heart, a heavy blanket smothering his lungs, a frozen chill numbing his bones.

He stands silently next to her, wordlessly offering his strength to her and she doesn’t say anything either – another thing he expected. Nesta had never been one of many words, especially when it came to her feelings and vulnerabilities, and their bond, the profound understanding between them, was deeper than words could convey anyway.

They stand next to each other in silence until the sun starts to dip behind the horizon, Nesta staring out the window, fresh tears which she makes no move to dry rolling down her cheeks every once in a while, and Cassian staring blankly at the tranquillity of Velaris before him.

“It’s all just too much,” Nesta says at last, without turning to face him and her voice is a hoarse whisper. It’s more than Cassian thought she would offer so he takes her hand in his without taking his eyes off the city ahead. He doesn’t say anything. He knows she doesn’t want him to and he knows there’s nothing that could help. And he understands. He feels too much every day since the war ended and he doesn’t know if he will ever be back to who he used to be before. Not when every time he closes his eyes, he sees the faces of soldiers – his or Hybern’s; it’s all the same now – seconds or minutes, if the killing blow wasn’t a clean one, before the light left their eyes forever. Not when every time he sees his family, his High Lord and Lady and his closest and oldest friends around him he says a little thank you to the Mother that they’re all safe. Not when he had been ready to give up his life for the woman next to him, for Nesta, his mate, and she had been ready to die next to him, and then they both got to live after that.

She turns to face him and she sees the tears flowing freely on her face now, he sees her woeful stare and he rubs soothing circles with his thumb over her knuckles wishing he could take all her pain away with the motion. His eyes flicker across her face, taking in the furrowing of her brow, the twitch of her mouth, the blinks meant to stop the sadness from pouring out of her body in rivulets of water and salt and he feels utterly helpless. His strength and presence is all he can offer and he knows she is grateful for that but he wishes he could do more.

‘Kiss me,’ she whispers, her hands grabbing at the front of his shirt but making no further move. ‘Please,’ she sobs and she closes her eyes, her face crumpled in sorrow and tilts her face up to his.

He knows the kind of comfort she seeks all too well. He’s sought it too before in pretty eyes, and flirty smiles and fevered touches. But he also knows the bitter taste it leaves in your mouth afterwards, and he knows it doesn’t help at all and he knows it would only complicate things between them even more.

So he cups her face gently, lowers his head and presses his lips with incredible tenderness to her forehead. He stays like that for a couple of seconds, neither of them moving, before he draws back to look at her. Her eyes are still closed, her expression still one of grief and he carefully runs his thumb across one cheek and then the other, wiping away the spilled tears.

When she looks up and blue grey eyes which hide a nearly broken soul behind them finally meet his, he says the thing she had always needed to hear, his words more of a promise for the future than a simple statement: “I’m here.”

So I just lost my job. Our entire company just went bankrupt. I found out the same day as the general public. In fact my manger told us even when she was supposed to let us find out from the news. Our store was the number one store in the U.S. and we had no idea what was happening. It was a devastating shock for everyone who works there. Were all really close, and I’m really close with our store manager who called me bawling. Not even 24 hours after the announcement that we’re going out everyone and their mother called the store asking about what our sales would be. And everyone who came in was glad to see our prices drop. No one gave a shit or though twice that every conversation our staff has had started with tears and hugs. I got a phone call from a woman asking me to connect her to another store that I don’t believe even exists. She got angry with me and said that she should have been notified that the store was closing because she had things to return. Like wtf I literally just found out myself. I’m sorry no one personally called you to tell that we’re shutting down. There isn’t even a customer service office left for me to call. There’s only one person for 140 stores for register support! So she starts talking over me and getting louder and louder, it had been a rough day and I was tired of being screamed at by customers for doing my job. So I just yelled, “lady do you even realize I lost my job!?!” She hung up immediately. I told my boss and she said,“well what are they going to do fire us?” Then I laughed and cried for a good 10 minutes.
-sorry it’s so long but it feels good to vent.

This Isn’t You


Request:  Can you write about Shawn getting angry/ upset in public (a party or something) bc of someone said something rude to his gf?? And she tries to make him leave but ends up in a fight with the other person???

Word Count: 2,354

This Isn’t You

“You want another beer?” Brian asked me, well, yelled at me. The music was very loud and people were laughing and talking vociferously.

“Yeah, sure” I smiled. I turned around and patted Shawn on the shoulder. He looked at me.

“What about you?” I asked him. 

“What?” he mumbled back.

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muse (m)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

❝paint me, sculpt me, make me yours❞
→ kim taehyung (ft. jeon jungkook)

He was a painter, and I was his muse. He was silent, yet his heart was loud. I met him one day in a art gallery, then I met him in the park, then I met him at the art room of our university. A few conversations, a few heart beats missed, a few calls to him, a few texts returned, then my heart was his.

He painted me the night sky on our ceiling, promising our love was as infinite as the universe above. If only I knew that some infinities were smaller than others.

If only he had painted me better, if only he had held me longer, if only he had stayed with me forever, then I could have been happy.

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Don’t Change A Thing, Darlin’

Intro: I know I just posted one for Spock Week, but this one kinda just started to flow out of me (getting my mojo back, yay!) so here is another fic for you!  This one is for Bones week for Trek Fest 2017!  Hosted by the always lovely @outside-the-government - I was late on the Spock fic but not for this one yay!

This is also a request that came from @stucked82:

Hi, I have a request, McCoy x plus size reader, she thinks he’s not interested in her because of the words he said on the first Star Trek movie of Dr. Marcus, she’s the opposite of her, dark short hair, tall, curvy and strong, she could be the combat trainer of the Enterprise maybe? It would be great! Thanks!! Fluff or smut or whatever. 

I know I messaged you about going in a darker, more angsty route, and I wrote most of that, but it didn’t feel right, and I felt like I needed to write something fluffy.  So I did.  

Pairing: Bones x plus size!reader

Word Count: 3,456 (damnit can I not keep anything short anymore!!!)

Warnings: A little self-deprication, some swearing, mention of a past emotionally abusive relationship, used the word “darlin’” way too many times.

Summary: You have been transferred to the Enterprise to work as a combat trainer, and are quickly introduced to Dr. McCoy when he is in one of your classes.  Quickly developing a crush on the handsome doctor (who wouldn’t?), you feel like the flirting is going well until you see him flirting with Dr. Marcus. Were you wrong about him?  Could he ever love somebody like you?

A/N: Not a big fan of writing specifically for a plus-size reader, but I thought this one turned out pretty well - didn’t want to go too deep into insecurities or anything, but they are in there. 


“Hey dude?  Can you hear me?” You nearly shouted as you knelt over a dark-haired man that had just taken a hard hit in your combat training class. 

“Wha-?” The man’s eyes slowly flickered open, and he brought his hand up to rub at his eye, groaning, “What happened?”

“That idiot back there didn’t know how to properly throw an elbow strike and knocked you flat.” You jerked your thumb at the covering curly-haired blonde, who gave a sheepish finger-wave. 

“Damnit, Chekov.” The man grunted and moved to sit up, emitting a series of groans and a string of curses, including “too old for this shit”. 

“How long was I out?” He asked. 

“Maybe 30 seconds?  Do you want ice or something?”

He touched his cheekbone gingerly, then the back of his head, “Maybe. Probably should just head back to the medbay.”

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