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Welcome To Brisbane (Lin X Reader)

WC: 3688

Summary: Lin and the reader are internet friends, and Lin informs the reader that he’s visiting Brisbane. The reader plans a ‘best of’ tour for him.

Warnings: Language, australian slang, slow burn

A/N: Day 4 of the @hamwriters write-a-thon. These imagines just keep getting longer, but hey, I don’t mind.

I sighed, walking in to my place with an invisible weight on my shoulders. I checked the clock on my wall and saw that it was 9:30. I groaned at the fact that today was another case of late night, early morning classes the next day. I opened my laptop and scrolled through Tumblr, laughing at some of the posts that popped up on my dash. I suddenly heard my phone buzz and I picked it up, wincing slightly at the light. I noticed that it was from Lin and I felt myself perk up a little.

Linny: Hey Y/N! I know it’s probably late at night for you, but I thought I’d send you a text to let you know that you’ve got someone in your corner all the way across the sea. Keep fighting cariña. You can do it.

I read the text and felt my cheeks heat up at his pet name. I read it over once more and decided to pull up Skype on my laptop. I clicked on his contact and called him, hoping that he picked up. His face suddenly appeared on my laptop and I shot him a tired smile. “Buenos días Linny.” I said and Lin smiled brightly. “You should speak Spanish more often. It sounds good when you speak it.” Lin said and I felt my cheeks flush pink. “That’s not why I called you Miranda.” I said and Lin chuckled, yawning slightly. “Bad day?” He said and I nodded. “Like you wouldn’t believe. It’s 9:30 pm and I only just got home.” I said and Lin’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?” He said and I nodded. “Uni was hella stressful. Because it’s June it’s getting cold and midterm exams are coming up and I’m drowning in work. Not to mention my asshole boss and insensitive coworkers.” I ranted, running a hand through my hair as I spoke. Lin set his phone down against something so his full body was in shot, and I chuckled at his choice of pyjamas. “Well, I have exciting news for you mi reina.” Lin said and I froze momentarily. He called me his queen. “And what would that be Lin-Manuel?” I said and Lin shook his head slightly. “You know only my dad calls me that.” He said and I nodded, leaning back in my chair. “I know. Anyway, what’s your news?” I said and Lin’s face brightened, his smile widening greatly. “I’m coming to Brisbane!” Lin cheered and I felt my jaw drop so low it almost hit the floor. “Oh my god. Seriously?” I shouted and Lin nodded, his smile bright. “My flight leaves Friday morning, so I’ll get in Saturday morning!” Lin said and I laughed, shocked and in disbelief. “You’re coming here. To Brisbane. On Saturday.” I said, trying to process what I was hearing. “Yep. Technically I leave on Friday, but yes. I’m coming to Brisbane Y/N.” Lin said and I smiled widely. “I wanna hug you but I can’t.” I said and Lin laughed, nodding slightly. “Same here. I can, however, hug you on Saturday.” Lin said and I nodded vigorously. “I can’t wait.” I said and Lin’s cheeks went a dusty pink. “I wish we could talk a little longer, but you look incredibly tired and I have to get to work soon. I’ll see you on Saturday!” Lin said and I waved at the camera. “See you on Saturday. Adíos Lin.” I said and Lin smiled. “Adíos Y/N.” Lin said, waving slightly at the camera. I waved back, and pressed the end call button. I sunk down in my stool, praying for Saturday to come fast.

I woke up bright and early Saturday morning, at 6:30 to be precise. I got out of bed and pulled on a decent outfit and ate faster than normal, and began the drive to Brisbane International Airport. I made it to the arrivals section in record time and glanced at my sign once more. It read ‘Linny Boy!’ and I chuckled, hoping he liked it. I checked the time and saw that it was 7:30, and Lin’s flight landed in ten minutes. I spent about twenty minutes patiently waiting, tapping my foot on the clean airport floor. I suddenly heard the intercom call out something about a flight from Los Angeles landing and I perked up. I saw people make their way out to the arrival area and I held up my sign proudly, gaining some strange looks from other people.  I saw a familiar mop of unruly black hair and I gasped, realising that it was Lin. “Lin!” I shouted, hoping he could hear me over the crowds of people. Lin looked around and made eye contact with me, his eyes wide and his smile bright. He jogged over a little and I smiled, placing my sign in my bag. “Y/N!” Lin called just as eagerly, and almost tackled me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, overjoyed at having him here in the flesh. “Oh my god it’s you. You’re actually here.” I said and Lin chuckled, taking in a deep breath. “I’m here. Now, let’s go. I’ve had enough of airports.” Lin said and I laughed, reluctantly letting go of him. “You got your bags mate?” I said and Lin laughed a little. “You sound so Australian when you say mate.” Lin said and I groaned, my cheeks going a little pink. “Shut up and take your bags.” I said and Lin smiled and grabbed the two suitcases that lay near his feet. “Come on. My car’s not that far away.” I said and Lin nodded, wheeling his bags behind me as he walked. “Gosh, it’s so pretty here.” Lin said and I half-smiled, looking out at Brisbane city. “It’s not that great.” I said and Lin scoffed, mock hitting my shoulder. “It’s beautiful, so be quiet.” Lin said and I nodded, glancing over at him. He looked very good in person. “So, what’re the plans for today?” Lin said and I smiled, unlocking my car. “Well, I’m gonna take you back to my place and you can set up your room and dump your stuff. Then we’re gonna head down to Southbank for lunch and maybe a swim. Then I know this great Chinese place in the Valley that we can go for dinner.” I said and Lin looked at me with an amused smile. “The Valley? Do you just have this giant valley with restaurants along the side? God you Australians are weird.” Lin said and I groaned, shoving him as he entered the car. “Shut up. It’s this placed called Fortitude Valley. Australians are super lazy, so we shorten everything. It’s pretty schmick, but that’s where Chinatown is, and therefore, my favourite Chinese restaurant.” I said and Lin chuckled once more. “Schmick? Do you speak another language down here?” Lin said and I rolled my eyes, starting the car. “You haven’t heard the half of it Linny boy.” I said and Lin laughed, shaking his head slightly. “So, where’s your apartment?” Lin asked and I shot him a sly smile. “It’s near St Lucia. I go to uni at UQ, so I’ve gotta be close to school. Thank god for student accomodation.” I said and Lin laughed, nodding his head. “Amen to that.” He said and I smiled, turning on the radio. I decided to listen to whatever CD was in there, and I blushed as the opening notes to In The Heights filled the car. Lin looked at me with disbelief and surprise, before his smile turned into a smirk. “You’ve got my CD in your car.” Lin said and I nodded, desperately trying to hide my blush. “It’s cute.” Lin said and my eyes widened. We began singing along as Lin’s voice played over the speakers, and the drive to my flat seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. “You know, you’d make a very good Vanessa.” Lin said as we got out of the car. I rolled my eyes to try and cover up the fact that I was freaking out internally. “My voice isn’t that great.” I said and Lin frowned, shaking his head. “I beg to differ. I just heard you singing It Won’t Be Long Now and lemme just say, you could give Karen a run for her money.” Lin said and I blushed slightly, shaking my head. “You’re too kind sir.” I said and Lin chuckled  taking his bag out of the boot. We chatted between ourselves as we approached my flat. “Here we are. Casa del Y/L/N.” I said and Lin smiled, looking around my place. “For student accomodation, this is really nice. My room in college was horrendous. Not to mention my dorm mate sucked.” Lin said and I laughed as he set his bags down on the couch. “So, how far away is this mysterious Southbank you speak of?” Lin said, sitting on my couch as if he were at home. “It’s about 5 to 10 minutes down the road. Did you pack your togs?” I said and Lin stared at me with blank eyes. “My what?” Lin asked and I laughed, realising he had no clue what I meant. “Your togs. Swimmers. Swimsuit. Bathers. Whatever the hell you yanks call them.” I said and Lin’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh. I swear you speak another language down here, my god.” He said and I chuckled, nodding my head. “Yep. Now I suggest chucking your swimmers in my bag so that that way you can just change when we get there.” I said and Lin nodded, opening one of his suitcases and rifling through it. He pulled out a pair of black swim shorts and I caught them as he suddenly threw them at me. “Oh, and get your thongs out as well. You’ll need them if we go to the beach.” I said and Lin looked at me with horror written all over his face. I froze and then burst out into peals of laughter, seriously contemplating taking a photo of his face. “Oh my god. Flip flops. I forgot you Americans think thongs are underwear.” I said and Lin’s face slowly went red as he pulled out a pair of blue thongs. He threw them at me and I had to duck to avoid getting hit with one. “You Australians are so weird, dear lord.” Lin said and I nodded, picking up my already packed swimming bag. “Don’t be such a sour puss Miranda. Let’s get going.”

“You built, a beach?” Lin called when we got out of the car. “Uh huh. We built our own beach here. It’s pretty cool.” I said and Lin turned to me, his mouth agape. “That’s more than cool. That’s, god I have no words.” Lin said and I chuckled, resting an arm on his shoulder. “I know. Now, let’s go get some lunch. What’re you in the mood for?” I said and Lin paused, a thoughtful look in his face. “Anything. I’ll let the local choose.” He said and a smile bloomed on my face. “Then it’s time to reenact a Y/L/N family tradition. Vamos Miranda.” I said, grabbing Lin’s wrist and pulling him along behind me. “This is so cool.” He muttered to himself as we approached the small array of shops opposite the cinemas. “We’re getting fish and chips. Come on.” I said and we approached the store. I ordered the food, occasionally checking back with Lin to see what he wanted. “American, huh?” The lady at the counter said and I nodded. “It’s his first time in Brisbane. I’m showing him around.” I said and she smiled, handing us our food. “You two are so cute.” She said before we left, and I blushed bright pink. I didn’t notice that Lin’s cheeks were the same colour. “This is so nice.” Lin said as we sat down on the grassy area in front of the stores. “I know. My parents and my brother and sister used to come here all the time. We’d ride here on our bikes and then get fish and chips and a Boost. Then we’d head back home. It was always so much fun.” I said and Lin smiled softly, taking a bite of his chip. He suddenly dropped it and I gave him a curious look. “It’s so hot, oh my god.” Lin said, his voice slightly muffled. I laughed and picked up a chip, biting into it. “How do you do that?” Lin asked, looking at me with wide eyes. “Years of practice, my friend. Years of practice.” I said and Lin let out a small laugh. We enjoyed the rest of our food, and occasionally had to fight off the odd ibis who wanted some chips. “That was incredible. Watching you fight off that bird was truly the highlight of our lunch.” Lin said and I rolled my eyes, lightly punching his shoulder. “Shut up Lin. Anyway, seeing as lunch is done, it’s time to hit the man-made beach.” I said and Lin smiled, getting up off the grass. I groaned slightly and Lin looked at me disapprovingly. “Come on Y/N. Don’t be lazy.” He said and I groaned more dramatically this time, rolling over onto my back. “But I’m Australian. We’re all lazy.” I said and Lin let out a loud laugh. “That is kinda true. I saw a sign for McDonalds and the sign read Maccas. Do you all call it that?” Lin said and I nodded, reaching a hand up towards him. “Can you pull me up please?” I said and Lin sighed before grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I tried to ignore the tingly feeling in my hand as he tugged me upwards, and smiled at him once I was standing up. “Thanks. Now, it’s only a short walk so let’s get going.” I said and Lin smiled, grabbing my hand. My cheeks went a light pink and I laced my fingers with his. He smiled at me and we walked towards the beach. I had to occasionally shout a few directions but we eventually made it. “This is awesome.” Lin muttered and I nodded, walking towards the bathrooms, still holding his hand. “The guys bathroom is over there. I’ll meet you back here in a couple of minutes.” I said and Lin nodded. “You know, I might actually need my togs.” Lin said and I smiled widely as I fished through my bag. “You said togs.” I said and I didn’t notice Lin nod and flush pink. “It has a nice ring to it.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. I passed him his swimmers and he took them in his hands. “I’ll meet you back here.” He said and I nodded, walking off to the bathroom. I got changed quickly, hoping that my black and blue one-piece made me look someone decent. I walked out of the change rooms and I saw Lin standing there, his board shorts on and no shirt. I nearly froze but I tried to shake myself out of the trance I ended up in. “You ready to go?” I said and Lin smiled at me, looking me up and down briefly. “Yep.” Lin said and I smiled, hoisting my bag over my shoulder. We made our way to the beach and walked down, the sand soft under our feet. I dropped my bag in the sand and looked up at Lin. “Let’s go.”

I glanced at Lin as he pulled his shirt back on, his hair still damp. “Was that fun, or was that fun?” I said and Lin nodded, a bright smile on his face. “That was incredible. Never in my life did I think I’d be swimming in a manmade beach in October.” Lin said and I laughed, drying my hair with the towel. “Well, our next stop is The Enjoy Inn. Hands down the best Chinese restaurant I’ve ever been to.” I said and Lin nodded, hopping into the drivers side of my car. “Lin. That’s not the passenger side. Get your ass out.” I said and Lin shook his head, a smile on his face as he climbed into the passenger side. “Even your cars are weird.” Lin muttered and I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at him. “If you insult me and my country again I will deny you Chinese food.” I said and Lin raised his arms in mock surrender. I chuckled and started the car. The radio played In The Heights, and we rocked out as we made our way into the Valley. “Here we are. The Enjoy Inn.” I said and Lin looked incredibly happy. “This better be as good as you say it is.” He said, opening the restaurant doors. “I can assure you that it is.” I said, approaching a waiter. “Table for two please?” I said and the waiter nodded, ushering us towards a booth. “That was incredible.” Lin said and I shrugged my shoulders, taking a seat in the booth. Lin sat down opposite me and took two menus from the waiter. “Thanks.” I said and the waiter smiled before walking away. “Saturday is, surprisingly enough, their least busy day.” I said and Lin nodded, a smile on his face. “Well, you can order. You seem to know this place well.” Lin said and I rolled my eyes. “Understatement of the century. I was born and raised in Brisbane. I know this place like the back of my hand.” I said and Lin chuckled slightly, waving the waiter back. I ordered our drinks as well as our food and he smiled, walking off. “So, what’s New York like? I thought I’d ask seeing as we’ve done so much Brissy sight seeing.” I said and Lin arched his brow. “It’s slang for Brisbane.” I answered quickly and he nodded, taking my menu and putting it on top of his near the back of the table. “New York is busy. Like, you can’t get on the subway without being shoved at least once.” Lin said and I snorted, gaining quizzical looks from the other patrons. “You think that’s bad? Queensland Rail is so unreliable. The trains are never on time, and they’re always boiling in summer and freezing in winter. And when I say boiling, I mean boiling. It can get to like 40 odd degrees on those trains in summer.” I said and Lin looked at me strangely. “40 degrees isn’t boiling, what the hell.” Lin said and I sighed, putting my head in my hands. “You bloody yanks. I forgot that you use Fahrenheit. 40 degrees Celsius is like 100 degrees Fahrenheit.” I said and Lin’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit. Are you Australians all right?” Lin said and I laughed, shaking my head slightly. “Everything here wants to kill you and it’s always hot, so no. We’re not ok.” I said, laughing as I spoke. Lin’s eyes lit up and he let out a loud laugh. “That was gold oh my god.” He said, looking up as the waiter placed the food down in front of us. “Here it is. Dig in Linny boy.”

“I swear I’m going to burst. I’ve never eaten this much food ever.” Lin said and I nodded, feeling as if I were going to explode. “You were right when you said that it was the best Chinese food. Because damn.” Lin said and I let out a laugh as we pulled into my complex. “I told you Miranda. I never disappoint.” I said, a smirk on my face. A yawn slipped out of his mouth as I unlocked the door and my smirk grew. “Tired are we?” I said and Lin nodded sheepishly. “You can get changed in the bathroom. It’s just down the hall next to your room.” I said and Lin smiled, picking up his bag and trudging down to the bathroom. “Hey Y/N?” Lin called and I made noise of acknowledgement. “The bathroom’s next to your room.” Lin said and I walked over to him. “Yeah. I’ll take the couch. It’s no biggie.” I said and Lin nodded, a look of annoyance on his face. “No, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s fine.” Lin said and I folded my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. You came all this way and I’m not having you sleep on my shitty couch.” I said, trying to get my point across desperately. Lin sighed, clearly not having it. “How about we both sleep in your room?” Lin suggested and I nearly dropped my pyjamas. “I uh, my, um. Sure.” I squeaked, surprised that my voice didn’t break too much. “Great. I’ll go get changed.” Lin said cheerily, ducking off to the bathroom. Once he was gone I let out a shaky sigh, wondering what would happen. Lin emerged and I smiled halfheartedly at him. I quickly changed into my pyjamas and made my way out of the bathroom. “I’m knackered, so I’m gonna head to bed.” I said and Lin chuckled, looking at me strangely. “I could only assume that means tired.” He said and I nodded, yawning slightly as I did. “Just saying, I call dibs on the left side of the bed.” Lin said, walking into my room with a smile on his face. “All yours Miranda.” I said, pulling back the covers on the bed. “How perfect is it that you have a double bed.” Lin said and I nodded sheepishly, my cheeks pink. Lin smirked slightly at me before launching himself on my bed. “Left side, as promised.” He said and I smiled at him, my eyelids beginning to feel heavy. “Goodnight Lin. It was so nice to finally see you in person.” I said, my voice trailing slightly. I closed my eyes and slipped down into my bed. Lin laughed lightly and pressed a feathery kiss to the top of my head. “You too Y/N. You too.”

anonymous asked:

An imagine where Y/N is going on a date and Josh is rude to the guy because he's jealous. The date ends up being terrible and Y/N comes back all upset and Josh is there and comforts her. Then they kiss and end up admitting their feelings?

Yay, thanks for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope it’s what you wanted.

Bad Date (A Josh Dun Imagine)

Trigger Warnings: Language

You studied yourself in the smudgy bathroom mirror, trying to smooth down your wild hair. You wanted this date to go perfectly. You had a stroke of bad luck when it came to first dates, but you had a feeling tonight was going to be different.

Stepping back to look at your reflection, you had to admit, you looked pretty good. Your white sweater hung effortlessly across your shoulders, accented by the gold necklace you got for your birthday. You carefully applied a layer of lipstick to top it all off.

Tapping your fingers nervously on the counter, you glanced at the clock. Thomas wasn’t coming to pick you up for another half hour, but you could already feel the nerves beginning to bubble up in your stomach.

“Relax.” You told yourself. “It’s just a date.”

Your mini pep-talk was interrupted by a sudden buzzing in your pocket. Josh was calling. Glad for something to distract you from the butterflies, you picked up the phone.


“Hey.” Josh’s voice crackled through the line. “You left your jacket at my house the other day. Can I swing by and drop it off?”

“Yeah, sure.” You replied.

“Okay, cool. Be there in 20. Also, do you want to go see a movie later?”

“No good. I have a date tonight.”

“Oh.” There was a pause. “Okay.”

“But we can totally reschedule.”  You sputtered, feeling bad that you let him down. “Are you free Sunday?”

“Yeah,” He chuckled weakly through the receiver. “Sunday it is. Be there soon with the jacket.”

The line went dead, and you went back to fiddling with your hair, hoping that Josh wasn’t upset.

Roughly twenty minutes later, you heard the familiar knock on the door. You swung it open, revealing your best friend, clad in a black hoodie and jeans.

“Hey Josh.”

Instead of a reply, His dark eyes grew wide when he saw you. “Wow.” He breathed. “You look…wow”

“Do you think the lipstick is too much?” You questioned, suddenly self-conscious of your outfit.

“No! No, you look great.” He assured you, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “What time is your date?”

“Thomas should be here to pick me up any minute.” You replied, playing with the sleeve of your sweater. “Thanks for bringing my jacket.”

Josh looked down at his shoes. “Where did you meet him?”

“A mutual friend set us up. I actually haven’t met him yet; I’m hoping to make a good first impression.”

“I can see that.” Josh mumbled, casting a quick glance at your outfit again.

Ignoring his comment, you ushered him out the door and onto the porch. “You should probably get going. Thomas is going to be here any minute.”

Almost as if on cue, a sleek black car pulled into your driveway next to Josh’s beat up sedan. You watched as a tall, twenty-something man emerged from the driver’s seat, clad in a button down top and sunglasses. His hair was styled into a perfect wave, and when he saw you he flashed an award-award winning smile. You felt your cheeks growing warm, and quickly dashed down the steps to meet him.

“Hi.” You greeted him breathlessly, trying your best not to show how flustered you were.

“Hey.” He beamed, the corners of his lips rising up into a smile. He tucked his arm around your shoulder, leading you toward the passenger door of the sports car. “You ready?”

Before you could reply, Josh had sauntered down the porch steps and stood directly in front of your date. He looked Thomas over and scoffed. “You look like you stepped straight out a fraternity.”

You felt your face flush, and gave Josh a don’t-you-dare-ruin-this-for-me glare.

Thomas didn’t seem to mind the snarky comment. “Ha. Well, I was in a fraternity in college. Cornell, actually. But that was years ago.”

Josh didn’t respond, but instead gave Thomas the dirtiest look he could before heading back to the porch.

You made a mental note to lecture Josh when you got home as Thomas opened the car door and you slipped inside.

“What’s up with your brother?” Thomas asked nonchalantly, hopping into the driver’s seat and putting the keys in the ignition.

“Josh? He’s not my brother.” You laughed at the thought. “We’re just friends. We’ve known each other since middle school.”

Thomas gripped the wheel tightly as he backed out of the driveway, his voice dropping. “So, are you two dating or something?”

“No! No, We…we’re just good friends. I’m sorry, I don’t know what go into him. He’s normally super sweet.” You picked at your nails uncomfortably and tried to steer the subject away from Josh. “So, where are we going?”

“I thought we could try that new Italian place downtown. I hear they have great pizza.”


The restaurant turned out to more than just a cozy little Italian place. Candles and rose petals accented every table, and the dim lights and soft music gave off a swanky, romantic vibe. All the waiters were dressed in black and white uniforms, and the tables were filled with fancy-looking couples in black attire. You looked down at your sweater and jeans and suddenly felt very underdressed for the occasion.

“Like it?” Thomas asked, pulling your seat out for you with a charming grin.

“Yeah,” You sat down and he pushed your chair in. “I just didn’t expect anything this fancy on our first date.”

“What can I say,” He winked, sitting down opposite you. “I’m a man of surprises.”

You decided to split a pizza, and Thomas ordered a bottle of red wine for the two of you. When the waiter left, Thomas turned to you, smiling, and you noticed he had slight little dimples.

“So,” He began. “Where should we start?”

The conversation went quite well. You told him about your family and he told you about his job. Apparently, he was a lawyer, and a good one at that. He had graduated top of his class in college, and worked for a prestigious law firm in the city. He was charming and funny, not to mention he had a great taste in movies. You couldn’t believe how well the date was going. Maybe you weren’t cursed with relationships after all.

As you chatted over your pizza, the conversation casually turned to music.

“Do you play any instruments?” You asked Thomas across the table.

“I play drums. I’m not bad actually,” He boasted. “I have a good sense of rhythm.”

“That’s funny, my friend Josh plays the drums too. He’s in a band actually. Ever heard of Twenty One Pilots?”

Thomas tapped his fork against the table and stared down at his pizza. “Nope.”

“They’re pretty good, you should check them out sometime.”

“Can we stop talking about Josh?” Thomas asked you, his voice sharp.

His sudden change in mood startled you and you froze. “What?”

“It seems like he’s all you ever want to talk about. Josh this, Josh that. Don’t tell me there’s nothing going on between you two.” His bitter words cut into you like knives. “You know what? Do me a favor. Next time, don’t go out with someone and make them think that things could work. The only relationship you want is one with your precious little Josh.”

“Thomas…” You whispered, fighting back the hot tears forming in your eyes. “I really like you.”

“Apparently not. All you want to do is talk about Josh.” He hissed. “I don’t know why I thought this would work out.”

Grabbing your purse, you hurried off toward the bathroom, biting your tongue to keep the tears from flowing, but Thomas wasn’t done. He turned toward you and issued final blow.

“Bitch.” He called after you loudly. “No wonder you can’t keep a guy.”

That was it. A loud gasp escaped your lips as you pushed open the bathroom door, tears falling freely. You thrust yourself into the nearest empty stall and sat down, sobbing. Everything had been going so well. Why did you have to go and ruin it?

Pulling your cell phone out of your purse, you dialed Josh’s number and waited, listening to your own ragged breathing in the silent bathroom.

He picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Josh.” You choked. “I need you to pick me up right now.”

He immediately understood what had happened. “Hang in there, I’m on my way.”

Never had you been more relieved to see Josh’s old, beat-up car than when it pulled up in front of the restaurant. You climbed into the passenger’s seat, avoiding eye contact, and wiped your nose on your sleeve. Josh started the car and you sat in uncomfortable silence for a while as he headed back toward your house.

Josh finally cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “I take it things didn’t go well.” His voice was soft and full of concern.

You stared down at your lap. “He called me a bitch and caused a scene in the restaurant.” You whispered your voice hoarse from crying.

Josh didn’t reply for a moment, but gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. “What a douche.”

“Thanks for picking me up.” You sniffled.

He nodded. “I’m sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”

The rest of the drive was quiet, but no so much awkward, just peaceful.

The moon cast a soft glow across your street as Josh pulled into the driveway. He cut the engine, and everything went silent.

“Josh?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned his head toward you, eyes full of worry.

You looked down at your white sleeve, now smeared black with makeup. “Do you think it’s my fault I can’t get into a good relationship?”

“No.” he breathed. “You’re funny and sweet and- and beautiful. You’re too good for all those idiots that broke your heart. You’ll find the right person, I’m sure of it.”

You looked up at him for the first time since he picked you up. “Do you really mean that?”

“I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life.”

A feeling came over you then; a feeling you had never felt before. In that moment, you felt sure that everything was going to be okay, that you were invincible. Before you could stop yourself, you had your arms around Josh’s neck, your lips pressed against his. You felt him melt against you and you pulled him closer. He was so warm and soft that you never wanted to let him go.

This–you realized–this is what you wanted. Not some prissy frat boy. You wanted Josh.

When you finally let go, you were both breathing heavy. All the pain of the last few hours had been forgotten.

Josh looked up at you, his eyes bright, grinning from ear to ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You couldn’t contain the shy smile that crept onto your face. “Me too.”

Hi Shy

Request: Hi! Can you pls do a shy!Virgin reader who is oblivious to how men look at her, but she’s also insecure and the Winchesters take it slow and guide her through intercourse and make it all fluffy? Thank you!! xx Btw i love your blog :) – @sammi-sigh

Pairings:  Dean x Reader x Sam

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 2829

So fluffy! 

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

“You know what? I don’t know why (y/n)’s here.” Dean complained for the nth time, pacing around the motel room. “For fuck’s sake! I am right here!” You screamed at him. He looked at you and gave another exasperated sigh. Sam sighed. “Because we can’t leave her somewhere too!” He reasoned. “We could’ve at least left her with Bobby!” Dean said. You screamed at them again. They both gave you a bitch face. You gave up and huffed. With a stomp of your foot, you went out of the motel.

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ride :: a. jensen

summary: you hadn’t seen your girlfriend for a while due to the fact that she’s been acting weird and distant lately but one night she decides to make it up to you.

warnings: smut duh, sad first but later kinky shit, oral sex [girl on girl], fingering, thigh riding bc damn and orgasm denial bc audrey’s a sneaky hoe

note: this is my first time writing smut so bare with me pls :-) and there may be tyops also my writing isn’t that good [heres another lame excuse, english isn’t my first language]

“Hey, i miss you. I haven’t seen in, well, a long time I would say since you know, you’ve been kind of distant. I don’t know if you’ll even hear this but I just wanted to ask how you were and if maybe we could do something together. Only if you’re not busy.” I said into the phone, letting out a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding.

 I had called Audrey, hoping that she would pick up, but as always it went straight to voicemail.

Putting my phone down on my bedside table I laid down on my bed. It wasn’t comfortable at all ever. Not having Audrey with me made it feel empty and cold. But it was also the only place I wanted to be at right now.

Suddenly I felt something hot and wet on my cheek. A tear. I had started crying. At first they were just small tears but later on I started full on sobbing. Anger and worry were going through me. That’s all I had been feeling for the last few days.

I was angry because Audrey wouldn’t talk to me, she wouldn’t explain were she was going or what she was doing.

I was worried because for all i know there could be another killer out there. Ever since Noah mentioned an accomplice, that’s all I could think about.

I just didn’t want anything to happen to her. I couldn’t be able to live with the thought of her being dead and the fact that I couldn’t save her.

My head started aching and I decided to go to sleep, but my nap didn’t last long. Maybe twenty minutes. A soft tap on my window had woken me up.

Groaning I stood up. The sunlight blocking my eyes as I walked over to the window to check who or what could have caused the noise that woke me up from my sleep. Also the only sleep I had had this week. I guess i just finally lost my energy to stay awake or care.

I opened the window and there she was. Audrey.

I was happy and of course angry at the same time.

She had an apologetic and slightly sad smile on her face “Hey princess,” she said, her voice deep and slightly raspy “I got your voicemail.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was this real. Was she actually standing there or was this a dream.

Feeling like my conscious was just trying to mock me because of my weakened state I just stood there. Not knowing what to do.

Until she spoke up again “Look, I’m sorry. I know what no mater how many times I’ll say that, it won’t be enough. But I miss you and I just want to spent some time with you.”

Finally I said something, but I don’t think that that’s what she wanted to hear “Audrey, what are you doing here. It’s three fucking am” she could hear the anger and pain in my voice.

I love her and she knows that but she just can’t not talk to me for a whole week and then wake me up in the middle of the night. Pretending as if nothing happened.

But, oh how much I had missed her. I missed seeing her, hearing her voice, feeling her hands on my skin. I missed having her body above me. I missed making love to her. I just missed her.

And that’s what made say something that she probably didn’t expect due to the fact that I was mad at her. She knew how I was when I was angry. I would ignore her until one of us apologized, but this time it was different. I craved her touch and I needed her so badly.

“Climb up” I said, now sounding a bit more calmed down.

A wide smile spread on her face and there was this slight shine in her beautiful green eyes. She walked over to the vine that was next to my window. Finally she reached the top and I helped her come in.

Without hesitation I embraced her small figure. She put her head in the nape of my neck and I did the same thing. I just wanted to smell her. I missed this smell. The one that could easily put me to sleep.

“I missed you so much princess,” she whispered in my ear. Her voice cracking at the end.

I just stood there. Silent. With her in my arms. I never wanted this moment to end but Audrey pulled away making me think that our hug ended until she pressed her soft lips against mine. Now holding me closer than before.

Oh how I had missed her lips and kissing them. They fit perfectly on mine. Everything did. Our hands. Her head on my chest and how I could rest my chin on in whenever we hugged. We were like a puzzle.

The kiss got a little heated and she picked me up. Her hands below my butt as she was holding me by the back of my thighs.

I wrapped my legs around her waist as tight as I could. Too scared to let go, afraid that I would loser her.

Audrey brought us over to my bed and laid me down. She climbed on top of me and started kissing my neck. Some were soft, like she was scared that if she did it too hard I’d break. But some were the complete opposite. They were harsh and I would definitely have lots of dark purple hickeys on those spots.

She continued on planting wet kisses on my jawline and behind my ear as she went down a little further. Now biting the skin and on the space that was between my boobs.

“Audrey” I moaned quietly which made her let out a groan. Both of us were still wearing clothes and I didn’t like that. At all.

I gripped the hem of her red cropped sweater “Take it off baby.” She did as she was told, along with the tank top she was wearing underneath. She also did the same thing with me. Audrey was wearing a black lace bra and me, well I wasn’t weren’t anything. My chest now fully exposed to her.

“Fuck,” she whispered and immediately cupped my right boob as she started playing with my nipple on the other one. Twisting it between her rough fingers.

I let out another moan but this one was louder than the last one.

She started sucking on the sensitive nub “I missed your body so much princess. Pleasuring it and hearing you moan” Audrey whispered.

“Me too,” i replied with a weak smile.

She started going lower until she reached the hem of my pajama shorts. Putting her fingers underneath the waistband and pulling them down in a slow and torturing way. I wanted to say something but i couldn’t. My voice had been trapped inside my throat.

When she finally pulled them all the way down she threw them somewhere, not caring where they had landed.

Audrey then placed a kiss on clothed clit, sending intense pleasure through my veins by just that one simple gesture.

“Fuck princess you’re so wet,” she said as I grabbed her hair with one hand and the other one pulled my blanket between it.

She pushed my underwear to the side and flicked her tongue over my clit “Fuck, babe don’t tease me,” I breathed out.

Audrey then took it into her mouth and started sucking on it as I pushed myself against her head while arching my back and slightly lifting my hips. One of her hands gripped the right side of my waist and pushed it down. The fingers of her left hand in between my folds, pushing one finger in.

By now I was a moaning mess. Screaming her name and she did the same. Letting out a throaty groan which sent vibrations to my pussy “F-f-fuck audrey, that feels so good,” I could feel her smirking against me.

She put another finger in, curling them inside of me. Going deep as she was looking for my g-spot. When she finally found it I squealed. Immediately slapping a hand over my mouth trying to quiet down my loud moans.

My reaction made her put another finger in and she started thrusting them in. Going faster every second.

I was on the verge of my orgasm and she knew because I started pulling on her hair which I always did when I was about to reach my high.

But before it happened she pulled her fingers out, smirking at me while she put one finger at a time in her mouth. Licking my wetness of off them “You taste so good princess. I missed that so fucking much.”

“You did not just do that jensen.”

Her grin growing wider, if that was even possible “Oh, but i did.”

“Fuck you,” I whispered back to her.

“No, because you’re about to do that.”

For a second I was confused and she noticed “I want you to ride my thigh princess.“

She didn’t have to tell me twice. Immediately I grabbed audrey by her shoulders and pushed her down on my bed as she sat up and leaned against the headboard.

“I think you’ll have to take this off,” I whispered while i put her earlobe between my teeth and slightly pulled it.

“Fuck [Y/N], if only you knew how much love it when you get like this.” She said while looking me in straight into my eyes.

This time it was my turn to smirk as I put my hands behind her back, unclasping her bra. I did the same thing with the straps that she did with my shorts.

“[Y/N] baby, Is this some kind of payback?”

I leaned my head down and sucked on her bottom lip “maybe.”

“Well, I deserve it.”

I ignored her and started sucking on her neck leaving love bites on it as I unbuttoned her jeans. I pulled them down, which was kinda hard since she always wore super tight ones. But she helped me by lifting her waist up. My mouth went to her left breast as I took her nub in between my lips and I started sucking on it until i pulled and released it.

When they her jeans were finally off I placed my bare wetness on her thigh and started grinding on it. My eyes went to the back of my head as I closed them shut. Resting my forehead against Audrey’s. She put her lips on mine and kissed me as hard as she could. She placed her hands on my hips, pressing her thumb into the sides. Definitely leaving bruises. She started rocking them back and forth as I moaned into her mouth “A-aud,” I tried saying her name but I couldn’t. The pleasure taking control of me and my voice.

This felt so good but I was the only one being pleasured which wasn’t fair, so I put my hand inside her underwear and on her clit. Rubbing two fingers in a finger eight motion, slowly but hard.

“O-o-h my f-fucking god, fuck princess,” she moaned as one hand left my waist and went behind my back. Pushing me further into her and starting to leave scratches on my back.

I pushed two fingers into her, which was easy due to the fact that she was wet. Wetter than all the other times we had had sex. Going as deep as I could I looked for her g-spot and when she let out a scream I knew that I had found it.

“Audrey babe, I’m so fucking close,” I managed to say which was a surprise.

She kissed me again “Me too princess, count with me.”

“One,” we said in unison as I pulled my fingers out and thrusted them in deeper than before.

“Two,” she pushed me further down, pleasure running through me and it felt like electricity.

“Three,” we both screamed as we finally reached our high.

It felt like an explosion inside of my. A burst of butterflies. This was the best and most intense orgasm both of us probably had.

I got off her thigh as she laid both of us down. Taking me in a tight embrace.

We just laid there, no one saying anything. The room was silent. But the comfortable kind of silent. The kind of silent where you just enjoy each other’s presence.

Suddenly the silence was broken by Audrey “I love you [Y/N]. I love you so so much,” her voice was soft and quiet. It was so comforting.

“And I love you,” I said as we then both fell asleep.

Ladybug of Steel: Green

Chapter 1 of my Superman AU. All Miraculous Ladybug Core Four pairs. 

Read on AO3

Marinette pushed her glasses higher on her nose as the red-orange digital numbers on the elevator’s readout steadily climbed. The lenses weren’t corrective, nor did she have any astigmatisms that needed amending, but they offered her a sense of camouflage, however meager. There wasn’t much she could change about her appearance in her day to day life, since the hustle and bustle of her work demanded pulled-back hair and her sensitive skin did not allow for a multitude of cosmetics to conceal her visage, so she made do with the thick-rimmed eyewear. Beggars couldn’t be choosers and it was glasses or nothing.

And it appeared as if they worked. Her secret identity continued to remain in tact.

Of course she didn’t give the glasses all the credit. Human nature had hidden her well. Naturally, her friends and coworkers had commented on her likeness to a certain superhero, but jokes and laughs and “Me? Ladybug? Oh my god, can you imagine?” dissuaded any real suspicion. No one was really ready to believe that normal, plain-Jane Marinette was the infamous Ladybug, protector of Paris. Denial was the true cloak of invisibility.

The elevator dinged at her floor and the doors slid away to reveal the typical chaotic hubbub of the LEnquirer office. Voices hummed together into a drone, punctuated by the rhythmic clacking of fingers on keyboards and the pitched ringing of phones.

Marinette sauntered out of the elevator and weaved through the cubicles, waving to a few coworkers who paused their work to smile and greet her before dipping their heads back down to expositions and interviews. Her own desk was along the back wall by the windows. It was a spacious workspace lit by the sunshine streaming in through the slits in the blinds and had been given to her as a favor by her childhood friend and boss.

The moment she unloaded her satchel from her shoulder and set it on the hard surface of his desk was the moment Adrien Agreste scuttled by, arms full of fluttering papers that marked a trail behind him.

“Hey Marinette,” he said as he zoomed passed her. “’Morning.”  

“Hold it, Adrien!” she said and reached down to collect the pages he had lost. “You’re missing some things.”

He peeked over his paper stack and noticed his lost documents. “Of course,” he mumbled. Sighing, he knelt to the floor and set down his less-than-stable pile.

Marinette handed him his pages. “Busy morning?”

He beamed at her. “Ladybug stopped a robbery last night. I’m hurrying to get something ready for print. I worked through the night, but it’s still not quite done.” He took the papers and offered her that white-toothed smile that always managed to melt her insides. “Thanks Marinette.”

“Yeah,” she said a little dreamily. “No problem.”

“I’ve got to get back to work,” he said, picking his stack back up and getting to his feet. “I’ll send you a copy of the article when it’s done! See you!”

Marinette stared a bit too long at his retreating form before remembering to pick herself up from the floor. She meandered back to her cubicle and set up her station in a wistful daze, opening documents on her computer and flipping through her notebook distractedly. The blank, blinking curser on her screen flashed patiently, waiting for her to write something, anything, but her eyes once again flitted back to Adrien’s desk a few cubicles down.

Her crush on Adrien wasn’t exactly what one would call healthy. She had an almost unnatural obsession with him. Since that very first day when Alya brought her to the LEnquirer, both a courtesy to a friend and a way to spice up the fashion section of the paper, she’d been smitten. Of course it hadn’t just been the gorgeous model exterior (and he had been a model before turning to journalism), the man was also blessed with the kindest heart she knew. He was polite and gentle and always managed to greet her every day without fail. And he was talented. His articles and editorials were one of the most popular in the paper. There was only so much dignity a woman could keep in such close proximity to such a golden boy.

The drawback was his own obsession. Just as she pined for Adrien, Adrien pined for Ladybug. At first she thought he only admired her, marveled in her superhuman powers and vigilante deeds. It was normal to idolize heroes. It was expected to want to know more about them. But then she noticed the glimmer in his eye, that soft smile and the pink blush on his cheeks every time Ladybug was brought up in conversation, and she knew that his affections for her went beyond that of a reporter with hero-worship.

And therein lay the cruel irony.  

The man she had feelings for returned those feelings… but to a version of her that had been glorified and idolized to the point of unrecognition. Of course she had powers and held that certain kind of strength needed to fight villains, but she’d become generalized, stripped down to her barest form. No one really knew her. No one knew her temperament, how she could be goaded into a fight or how easily irritated she got with biases and rude behavior. No one had insight into her feelings of inadequacy when she failed or the hollow, bittersweet feeling that came with each victorious battle. No one even knew her favourite colour. She was so much more than just justice and foiling bad guys. No one could accept that a hero like Ladybug could also be a human like Marinette.

And so she let Adrien yearn in ignorance and hoped that one day he would know her. Both sides of her. Her daydreams had him falling for Marinette and realizing the similarities between her and Paris’ savoir, stitching the two identities together with awe and joy at the revelation. It was technically in the realm of the possible. So she waited, optimistic and patient, resolved to let things fall where they may because she knew it was better to sigh in infatuation than in anguish over an empty relationship.

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if looks could kill, beatrix’s history assignment would be six feet under right now. she’d been glaring at it for a good twenty minutes, tapping her pencil against the booklet, but all she’d done was write her name, then fill in the blanks of her family tree that she already knew – aka, just her father’s name. groaning, she slammed her head on the desk. “who needs a stupid family tree anyway…”

Late Night Pick Up (Youjin Scenario)

The airport was empty and quiet as Youjin sat on one of the many uncomfortable chairs in the baggage claim of the Incheon International Airport. He wore dark clothes with a face mask to prevent anyone from recognizing him. He didn’t tell you that he was coming to greet you at the airport and even though you had told him that he didn’t have to come, he still wanted to. It had been a long time since he had last seen you and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with you. 

He pulled out his phone from the pocket of his skinny jeans and checked the time, again. It was 1:15 am. Your flight would land in a couple of minutes, which meant that Youjin would see you in less than twenty minutes. He repeatedly tapped his foot on the linoleum floor and tried to forgot how slowly time was passing by playing a game on his phone. 

When he heard the lethargic footsteps of many people walking to the baggage claim, Youjin looked up from his phone and saw people walking to the baggage carousel that was assigned to your flight. He immediately stood up so that he could start searching for you. He smiled when he saw you waving your arms at him. He opened his arms widely as you ran to him and jumped into his arms. You hugged him tightly and pressed your head against his chest. His scent filled your airways and all the sleepiness that you felt washed away.

“I missed you,” you whispered against his chest. Even though Youjin wasn’t big on public displays of affections, it had been a long time since he had seen you and no amount of people would stop him from holding you in his arms.

“I missed you too,” Youjin replied. You pulled away from the warm embrace and looked up at him. 

“You look tired,” you said. 

“It’s okay,” Youjin said after pulling down his face mask. “Let’s go get your bag and then we can get out of here.” 

You nodded your head and led Youjin to the baggage carousel for your flight. As you and Youjin waited for your bag to come, you leaned your head against his arm and closed your eyes. 

“I guess I’m not the only who is tired,” Youjin said when he noticed you drifting off to the land of dreams. 

“Mhm.” You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him, your head still on his arm. “Thanks for picking me up at the airport, Youjin.” 

Youjin looked down at you and smiled. “Of course. I’m glad to have you back home.” You smiled at him and closed your eyes again as you felt your eyes growing tired. It was good to be back home. 

This is my first time writing for KNK so I’m sorry if this scenario is kinda awkward? I promise that I write better than this. Hahaha. Anyway, please let me know what you thought of this scenario. Also if you have any suggestions for what I should write next, for KNK, then please let me know. :)

A Slice of Life Short

AN: just wanted to write some simple shit.


He clicked his pen against the notebook a few times, dark eyes seemingly focused on the scribbled notes Naruto gave him this morning. Chicken scratch, really. It was truly giving him a headache. Next to him, Hinata was skimming over an assigned reading. She bobbed her head along to whatever music was quietly coming out of her earphones.

Sasuke rolled his neck and looked over at his girlfriend of seven months. Truly, the most peaceful seven months he has lived in twenty years. He tapped his pen against her thigh. Opal eyes lifted abruptly. “Huh?” She stumbled out.

That took him off course a bit, “Were you sleeping…with your eyes…opened?”

“What?” She shook her head with a soft grin and pulled out one of her earphones. “What’s wrong? Need me to translate Naruto’s writing?”

“Yes,” he started. “…but no.”

The young woman ran a hand through her hair. “Okay…” she yawned and flipped through the book.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” He asked, closing both his notebook and the book that she obviously wasn’t reading. She didn’t protest. They needed a break.

“Nothing, I don’t think.” She rubbed just beneath her eye and proceeded to ease herself down in a perfect napping position. Sasuke’s room was great, clean…smelt just like him. It was always cold but he had the best blankets and pillows. “What’s going on?” She motioned him to lay down but he was still looking at her thoughtfully.

“I want you to meet my brother.”

She looked over her shoulder. “Your…brother?” That was random…but this was Sasuke.

He nodded. “Yes.”

Hinata shrugged with a growing smile. “Yeah…yeah, I’d like that.”

He nodded again. “Want to go eat afterwards?”

She lifted a thumbs up. He huffed and joined her in taking a nap.

soulmate - rucas

What if I told you that every single person in existence had a countdown clock until the exact time they met their soulmate?

Well, don’t be too shocked by the idea, that’s what my society has programmed into them from the moment they’re born. A small, digital clock on the underside of their wrist, where the skin is soft and violet veins pop out against the skin.

Although, thank god, it’s not always visible. You know those digital watches that you always had when you were a kid? The kind that look kind of like a normal bracelet until you tap it and suddenly the time appears in red? Yeah, that’s what our countdown is like, same font and everything.

The time on everyone’s wrist is different, except for you and your soulmate. Some only have to wait mere seconds after their born, some have to wait until they’re old and grey. But, from what I’ve heard, no matter how long you have to wait, you’re always happy after the fact. Satisfied from the moment you lock eyes until the end of time because you’ve just met the one person that will always love you and listen to you and care for you. Maybe that’s why people were always confused by me, as to why I still had a timer on my wrist, but was somehow always happy.

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don’t ask me about lovers:
i’ve never had one
she was a three am phone call
twenty nine taps on my wrist
thursdays missing from the calendar
she was sneaking out of lessons
panic attacks in the corridor
no one ever has to know about this
she was never quite saying no
sneaking into purple walls
telling all the boys i could never
don’t ask me about lovers:
i’ve only ever known disasters
disaster has only ever known me
—  don’t ask me about lovers /// r.e.s.
All Couples Have Rows

This was asked for by @sequencefairy, who chose from this prompt list,  requesting Tentoo x Rose and “one missed call”. (This probably wasn’t what you had in mind, but it’s the first thing I thought of ^.^). If anyone else would like to prompt something, either from the above list or not, shoot me an ask, I’ll get to it when I can :)

~2800 words

The Doctor disappears for a couple of days after a heated row with Rose.


Jackie set a tray of tea and biscuits on the coffee table before sliding onto the sofa beside her daughter. She wrapped her arms around her and rocked them from side to side as though Rose were five again rather than twenty-five.

Rose tapped her mobile anxiously against her thigh, before unlocking it, and dialing a number she knew by heart. She brought the phone to her ear, biting the cuticle of her thumb as she listened to it ring.

An automated answering service finally told her to leave a message, and Rose hung up, sighing in frustration. This was the eighteenth time she’d tried to call him but couldn’t get through. He’d ignored all twenty text messages too.

“He’ll turn up, love,” Jackie soothed, brushing her daughter’s hair out of her face. “Just you wait.”

Rose sniffled, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

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don’t ask me about lovers:
i’ve never had one

she was a three am phone call
twenty nine taps on my wrist
thursdays missing from the calendar

she was sneaking out of lessons
panic attacks in the corridor
no one ever has to know about this

she was never quite saying no
sneaking into purple walls
telling all the boys i could never

don’t ask me about lovers:
i’ve only ever known disasters
disaster has only ever known me

—  don’t ask me about lovers // r.e.s
Steve/Bucky Week, Day 5

The future looks funny or interesting dates. 

Steve’s sitting alone at a sports bar in the afternoon, watching a Mets game on one of the TVs, when he hears someone clear their throat behind him. When he turns around to see Bucky standing behind him, hair long and lose, face unshaven, and a baseball cap shading his eyes, it’s the last thing he could have expected. Three months of non-stop searching, and Bucky makes himself known the moment Steve lets himself (and Sam) take a week off.

Bucky looks at him, awkward, like he’s not sure what to do or say.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve says. He pulls out the stool next to him. “You wanna sit with me?”

Bucky stares at the stool, and then at Steve. “I know you,” he says.

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okay so i was on the train and all of a sudden i see this woman playing mystic messenger, she’s in a nurses scrubs and she’s in her mid twenties so i tap on her shoulder and i had the most enriching conversation about mystic messenger- that i’ve ever had in person. im just so fucking glad this goddamn game has the power to bring people together honestly, bless

picture is not mine, creds to artist