ugh you two are such idiots get out of my head ugh

Heights

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!


Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Submitted by @taraisagayalien 

hey, I have a lil langst prompt if you don’t mind reading!

so all the paladins are having a rest day and so they decide to ask each other questions and the other has to answer them. they’re going in a circle and shiro asks hunk who’s his best friend (they were going for easier questions first to get the ball rolling) and hunk’s just like “pidge obvs” and they smile at each other smugly like they have an inside joke, but it just makes lance realise how isolated he’s become. Hunk was his best friend but now he’s grown apart from them, in fact, he’s not very close with any of his teammates. Do any of them even think of him as a friend, or do they all find him annoying? Maybe then he realises that the only people who know he’s alive and well hate him, and he’s all alone.

idk just a thought?? also I love your blog btw, keep up the great work!

Ugh I relate to this so much…

They were all lounging the common room. Shiro, Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge. 

Allura and Coran were discussing an alliance with a species they recently rediscovered a day or two ago. Since the paladins weren’t needed they were allowed to have a rest day. No flying. No training. No stress. 

“Ugh I didn’t think that I would be this bored.” Lance dramatically laid down on the couch. 

“I agree with Lance, for once. I understand we all wanted a rest day but I’m pretty bored.” Keith sunk farther into the couch. 

Shiro laughed at the two boys, “well what does everyone want to do today?” 

Everyone was quiet, racking their brains for something to do. They hadn’t had a free day in forever so they didn’t know what to do. Pidge snapped her fingers resulting in everyone attention to be on her. “How about we asked each other questions. It would strengthen our bond as a team and bring us closer to each other.” 

Everyone consider the idea for a moment or two before nodding. 

They all moved themselves so they were in a circle and the game started. Hunk offered to talk the first question. 

“So Keith where did you learn to fight with a sword?” 

Keith crossed his arms and smiled “My dad taught me a little bit and when I moved into my house (shack) there was a sword so I just started to practice again.” 

Everyone nodded, it made sense and Pidge took the next question. She turned towards Shiro “Do you wear eyeliner?” 

Shiro sighed as everyone laughed “Yes, you jealous?” 

Pidge just shrugged, failing to hide her smirk. 

When everyone calmed down enough Shiro asked his question. “So Hunk who is your best friend?” Obviously Lance. 

Hunk smiled and glanced at Pidge, not even looking at who Shiro thought “Pidge obviously.” Both him and Pidge shared a look and smirked at each other like they were sharing an inside joke*.

Shiro gave a forced smile and looked over at the blue paladin, he was smiling so he must be okay. Shiro was very wrong. 

So Pidge is Hunk’s best friend? I thought I was, when did that change? Lance looked at all of his friend, no teammates. None of them were looking at him. Do any of them think of me as a friend? Or am I just the right leg of Voltron? Lance could feel insecurity climbing up his throat swallowing his voice. He glanced up at Hunk and Pidge, they were laughing about something. Lance wasn’t an idiot he knew that they had an inside joke, something he wasn’t included in. 

Lance looked down at his legs. Am I apart of the team? Am I more than just the sharpshooter? What do I bring to the table except the fact that I pilot the Blue Lion? Anyone can do that. I mean I know that I’m not an expert on engineering or mechanics. I can barely cook and can’t build/ repair anything to save my life. Maybe I’m just too annoying. Pidge is a better person for Hunk to be friends with, they have more in common. 

“Lance.” 

Lance pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked at Keith who was staring at him in concern. “Yes?” 

“It’s your turn.” 

Lance nodded and willed his mind to think of a question. Nothing came to mind, he had no desire to learn anything about his team. Lance shrugged. “Hunk, what do you miss about Earth?” 

“Oh so much man. Like family and food and normal mechanics.” Hunk shared a laugh with Pidge who nodded in agreement. 

Lance nodded and pretended to seem interested in the new information. Lance looked back down at his legs, completely oblivious to the looks his team gave him. Yet they continued to ask their questions. 

Lance tuned them out, he tuned everything out. The only thing he focused on was the mice that had started to crawl over him and sat all over him. He started to pet every single one of them, making sure to pet them each for the same amount of time. 

Lance nearly pealed out of his skin when Shiro placed his human hand on his shoulder, making sure he didn’t move the mouse that was perched on it. 

“Lance the princess called us.” 

Lance looked around the room and saw that everyone was already gone. “Oh, okay.” Lance started to stand, placing all the mice on the couch. 

Him and Shiro started to walk out of the room, heading to the bridge. Silence filled the space between them and Shiro felt uncomfortable. He snuck a glance at his teammate and notice that he was walking with his head down, something obviously plaguing his mind.  

“Everything alright?” 

Lance snapped his head up at the older man and gave a forced smile. “Yes! Just a bit tired.” 

Shiro frowned “Lance, you don’t need to lie.” 

Lance stopped walking. Shiro stopped and faced the boy in front of him. Lance wiped his eyes and looked at Shiro. “I’m part of the team right?” 

Shiro blinked, “Of course Lance.” 

“I’m more than just then just the right leg of Voltron right?” 

Shiro nodded, “Yes. Why are you asking?” 

Lance took in a breath and whispered the next words. “Then why isn’t Hunk my best friend? I understand that Pidge is a better fit, but what did I do wrong? Am I annoying?” 

Shiro placed his hand on Lance’s shoulder “Lance you’re not annoying. You may see Pidge as a better fit but that doesn’t mean that Hunk replaced you.” 

Lance fought the tears that started to form in his eyes. “Then why is she his best friend and not me? She barely talked to us at the Garrison. Now she’s his best friend and they have inside jokes together.” 

Shiro tighten his grip on the boys shoulder “Lance, I know you’re upset but people go through phases in friendships. They just have more in common at the moment. Hunk still loves you and is your friend. He didn’t abandon you.” 

Lance wiped his eyes “I suppose, it just hurts you know.” 

Shiro nodded and pulled the younger boy in for a hug “It’s going to be okay.” 

*I just wanted to say that Hunk and Pidge aren’t the “bad guys” they just are caught up in their new friendships! I tried to write it so his team wasn’t “bad” 

Sorry this took so long!!!

I hope you like it!

Thank you! 

all to myself: vlog 5

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

↳ vlogger au
pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader
warning: smut

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Anonymous said: Please write a fic where the reader has the biggest crush on Clay & her brother Tony tries to hook them up ?

Originally posted by female-winston

Tony & Sibling!Reader | Clay X Reader

“You’re doing it again.” A pause. “Y/N.”  Another pause. “¡Dios mío!  Just ask him out already!”

“..what?!” You finally snap, jerking to attention and frowning at your brother. “Ask who out?”

“You know who I’m talking about,” Tony scoffs. “Clay. You stare at him all the time when he’s getting his bike off the rack.”

“Jesus, T! Keep your voice down,” you hiss, eyes wide. “The windows are rolled down.” Tony chuckles as you glance around the parking lot nervously, your gaze then landing back on the bike rack where Clay is settling onto his own bike already. Then lowering your voice, you say, “And I don’t stare all the time.”

“You really do,” your brother says, starting the engine to his Mustang and driving away. “Even Clay has noticed it, but Clay’s so oblivious to anything that deals with girls so he doesn’t know why.”

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I suppose so

request from @ra-veela-claw x : Draco x reader where Draco takes care of her because she got stuck outside in the rain soaked to the bone…

sorry if its short, I can do part two if this not enough. I love draco requests guys so this made me super happy… keep sending me requests guys!!!!!

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance


Since it was the autumn holidays at Hogwarts, and you didn’t have another home to go to at the moment, due to your auntie and uncle staying, you stayed in school. It was quiet- it was miserable; the corridors were freezing cold and outside school grounds where full of puddles. Most of your house had left, and the others all went out for the day in Hogsmeade, so you were stuck in your dorm by yourself. 

You leapt out of bed, your feet hit the icy wooden floor, and your whole body shivered. It was freezing. 

The fire place had ran out of wood in your dorm, and lucky you, the only place for the fire wood- that was dry- was in Hagrid’s. So as fast as you could, you found the closest matching items near you and dressed yourself, along with y/h scarf wrapped around your neck and y/h bobble hat snug on your head. Leaving your common room, you set off to Hagrid’s. 


‘Hey Hagrid, how are you?’ you quivered as you entered the Gamekeepers humble hut. 

‘Oh, Hey love, I’m fine. Whats up wi’ you? Why are you ‘ere?’ He handed you one of his hot chocolates, in a gigantic mug.

‘ Yeh, I’m fine thank you Hagrid,’ you took a sip of the steaming hot beverage he gave to you  ‘but by any chance do you have any spare fire wood lying around, my dorm ran out you see and its bloody freezing in there!’ 

‘Ah-ugh, one sec there, ill have a check.’ and off he popped into the other room, hitting his head across the wooden beams. 

‘- AH, found some ‘ere!’ a muffled yet loud shout came from the other room. 

You stood up, taking the wood from his hands, and thanked him for the trouble you had caused. Before you went to sit back down, you heard patters on the ceiling. 

‘Oh, Merlin!’ you jumped up to see that the grounds were almost instantaneously soaked by the few seconds of rain that fell. ‘Hagrid, I’m awfully sorry, but I really must go, I can’t get this wood wet or it won’t work, thankyou Hagrid I had a lovely tim-’ and you were already running back up the hill. 

Your clothes were stuck firmly to your body, showing your bright coloured bra that you totally forgot about, but it didn’t bother you since you kept the wood dry. You walked the rest, looking like a drenched mess, when you come across a blond boy running towards you. 

is that Draco Malfoy? It can’t be. Why would he be running to me?

And to your surprise, it was Draco. He came rushing towards where you were stood, but slowed his pace when the two of you made eye contact. 

‘Er- I saw you, from the tower,’ he pointed up so you could see, ‘and you were running so, er- I came to check if you are okay? Are you okay?’ The blond boy stuttered, covering his head with, what seemed to look like, a book. 

‘oh-erm, yes, i’m fine Draco, I was just getting some wood off Hagrid,’ you shivered as the rain got colder and heavier ‘the dorm had no wood for fire.’

‘ah er, y/n’ he looked down at your chest to notice your neon underwear bulging through your white shirt, ‘here, you can use this.’ his cheeks became a shade of pink, and he wore his signature smirk, before handing you his long black coat. 

‘oh, Merlin sakes! I’m so sorry.’ you stammered, flustering at his remark, and obligingly took his coat, instantly covering your soaking shirt. 

You looked down to hide your redness, but it was too late, he saw. 

‘You know, y/n, I never thought that you would have bright coloured underwear, since you love dark colours..?’ he broke the silence, nervously laughing at the sight he had seen. 

‘well, it was the only spare I had lying arou- wait how did you know I love dark colours?’ you looked back up at Draco.

His hair flopped and became messy from the rain, it almost made him look attractive. Secretly, you blame the rain, making you think delusional thoughts about him; you have never even spoken to him! But then again, his eyes- blue eyes - made contact with yours and your stomach fluttered. Are you seriously developing a crush on Draco fucking Malfoy?

‘Ah, ur,’ he hesitated, looking for an excuse, ‘you told me one time, I remember.’

‘Draco, I have never spoken to you. I think I would remember speaking to such a pretty Malfoy,” you blurted out, not realising what you actually just said. 

‘Am I pretty, y/l/n?’ he grinned at your comment, and you felt helplessly under his control. How did he make you do that?

‘ugh,’ this time you hesitated, ‘I suppose so.’ 

You are such an idiot.

‘hm, well your not to bad yourself, love.’ he stopped walking and shuck his head at his response. 

You sniggered louder than you thought, and crunched your belly.

*swoop!* 

No, if you weren’t an idiot before, now you were.

You slipped on the wet grass, falling right on your arse. Draco chuckled, but little did Draco know, you gripped on to his hand, causing the pale boy to fall with you. 

‘Ah, so I see your already falling for me, huh?’ Draco smiled, causing you to mirror his image. 

‘ugh’ you brushed back his blond locks behind his ear, ‘I suppose so.’


arghhhh, I was really loving this request so I started to right immediately, I hope this is okay for you lovely! 

Protect You (JD x Reader)

Heathers (JD x Reader) I was imagining the film JD, soo yeah! Hope you liked it! Feedback is awesome too.
….
I stared down at the two faces of my half-attackers. The two jocks, Ram and Kurt. I felt anything but pleasure as the other girls looked at me in envy as they both pressed me up against a locker.
“What do you want?” I questioned, clicking my tongue.
“We want to know why you don’t like us. Or wanna date us.” They stared at me, as if it was the most intelligent in the world; whilst the rest of Westerberg held their breath.
“Because you’re both idiots. You’d need to give me a LOT of stuff for me to date either one of you.” I retorted, very aware of another person watching; the weird trench coat kid who had a really handsome, angular face with sharp cheekbones.
Ram and Kurt took this into consideration, conversing with each other, before they stripped from their jock jackets.
“We think you’re hot. We’ll let you wear our jackets!” Ram slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me from my spot in the corner, before they both slung their red-and-white jackets over my shoulders.
“You can alternate. Wear one one day and another another day!” Kurt flashed a smirk.
“How about no…..” I brushed them off and tried to walk to class. 10 minutes until free period ends but I just wanted to get away from them.
“Hey!!” Ram ran up to me and once again; cornered me. They both really like that tactic apparently.
“Go on a date with us to a drive in.”
“Ugh-no!” I impatiently stammered.
Kurt came closer to my face, as if to kiss me before weird trench coat kid slammed his fist against a locker, rattling the row of it.
“You heard her! No! Get away, assholes.” His voice was scratchy but protective.
I grinned a bit, looking up.
“What are you gonna do?” Ram & Kurt said in unison.
I don’t really remember much, but I saw a metallic gunmetal flash, which coincidentally was an actual gun.
Kurt and Ram backed off for then.

(Lunch Period)


“Maybe you should go on that date.” My friend Veronica told me, holding a staring contest with the school’s weird red Jell-O; prodding it with her fork as it bounced right back.
“Why?” I gasped, surprised. Veronica hasn’t had too many good run-ins with them either.
“Because I think they want someone to hug. Maybe they’re lonely.”
“Pfff…yeah they want someone to do.” I grimaced at the thought.
“Please just do it. We can get something to talk about, to. It’ll be fun.”
“I’m literally, gonna die.”
“I’ll have that weird kid with the gun follow you.”
“Reassuring.”
“Okay, Miss overreacting.” She sighed and got up, dumping the contents of her tray into the garbage and heading to class, brushing shoulders with Heather McNamara.

The piercing shriek of the bell woke me from my thoughts, and I swallowed my pride and ran up to catch Kurt and Ram.
“I’ll go out with you.” I sighed.
“What?!?”
“Ahahah a yeahhhhhh!” They both collided shoulders and ran out.
“Pick you up at 8!” They screamed back at me. I sighed once more.

“Looks like you need some help.” The scratchy voices came from behind me, and I tilted my head upward to stare at the gun kid.
“Will you fight for me?” I questioned, gently touching his fingers.
“I’m JD, (Y/N). I’ll be there at the movies. I’ll protect you.” He smirked to himself.
“How do you know my name?”
“I have my ways…”
….
I frowned as I dabbed on a bit of clear pink lip gloss, staring down at my purple dress. It’s be lucky if It was in one piece by the end.

I stared out the window and saw a dingy looking faded cobalt car, and inhaled deeply before rushing out.

The moment I set afoot in the car I knew that hell was coming.

I tried to focus on the drive in movie, but I was failing. Ram and Kurt were eyeing not only me but other areas…of me and I was feeling extremely off about it. In any situation I’d run for the hills but I made a promise and I was pretty sure JD was behind me in a different car.
“So do you wanna like..?”
“No!” My automatic response kicked in.
They looked at each other and unzipped.
“You make my balls blue, though!”
“Ewww..:”
“Come'on.”
“UGH you’ve got a left hand, use it!”
I was pressed up against the car wall now and I felt hot breath on my face as Ram kissed me.

Suddenly, the alternate door opened and JD dragged Kurt and Ram out by the back of their jackets, before slamming them and carrying me out into his car.

I waited for about 5 minutes before trench coat came back, smirking at me.
“You’ll probably have a better time with me.” He laughed, turning the key to the engine.
“True.”
“You know what I really want?” He looked in my eyes, dead serious, before his expression softened.
“A slushee. Let’s go!”

Especially With You

||| Thanks @what-is-human for the idea! |||

VIXX x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,453

Originally posted by nxnight

“Camping?”

“What, are you scared or something?” Taekwoon asked.

“Pff yeah, like I would get scared.” you lied.

“Then it’s settled.” Wonsik added coming in with a big box.

“What’s that?” you asked. “But never mind that, isn’t it like dangerous you know to go camping in this season?” you continued.

“Are you trying to make excuses not to go with us again?” Jaehwan questioned you.

“No of course not, why would I do that.”

“I don’t know why but she’s obviously scared.” Taekwoon stated.

“Wonsik why are you taking everything out of my fridge?” you asked him ignoring Taekwoon.

“Are you planning on not eating anything while we are there?”

“But why are you taking my food? How long do you even plan this camping trip to last? Do you really need that many?”

“Well we figured since you’re going we might as well take yours.”

“That doesn’t explain anything and when did I tell you that I’m going?” you were starting to get annoyed. This happened every time all of them got together. They decide on some stupid idea then come barging into your house dragging you along with them.

“I don’t think you have that many choices because we already got the van and took your food, so…” Jaehwan added.

“Ugh fine, let me get ready.”

“You have 5 minutes.” Taekwoon told you.

“5 minutes you have got to be joking.”

“Just hurry up the clock is already ticking.”

Trying to hold in your frustration you practically slammed open the door to your room. You thought about taking some warm clothes and when you were getting changed Hongbin came into the room without notice.

“Y/N do you have any pots we could borrow?”completely ignoring the fact that you’re half naked.

“What the fuck Hongbin, do you even know what knocking means?”

“Oh sorry but still do you-“

“Are doing this on purpose? Get the hell out of the room!”

“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

“What!?” you could feel your cheeks starting to burn.

“Oh! I made you blush! How cute!” he started laughing. You took your pillow and threw it at him.

“Get out! And find those pots by yourself!”

“Woah! You’re scary when you’re angry! Fine I’m leaving.” he said exiting to the hall and closing the door.

A few minutes later you were ready to go. You went to the living room and saw that now Jaehwan was the only one there.

“Everybody went to get the van.” he told you standing up and taking your backpack from you. “What happened there?”

“Nothing.”

“Is Hongbin giving you trouble again?”

“No, he’s just being and idiot.” you stated. “Let’s go.”

Jaehwan just gave you a quick look and followed you through the door. They weren’t lying when they told you they got a van.

“It’s huge!”

“That’s what she said.” Sanghyuk added.

“Hello to you to.” you said punching him in the arm. He got into the far back of the van, you, Hakyeon and Taekwoon sat in the middle, while Wonsik, Hongbin and Jaehwan sat in the front, Jaehwan being the one driving. He started the engine and you were beginning to reconsider your idea of actually going.

“You know what, I remembered that I have something to do, so you guys have fun.” you smiled opening the door when suddenly Hakyeon pulled you back into your seat and closed and also locked them.

“I think it’s a little bit late for that. We should get going before she tries anything else.” he told Jaehwan who finally drove out of your apartment’s parking lot.

“You know, I think it would be even better if you sat in the middle.” Hakyeon stated, standing up as much as the car’s roof let him. He got into the space between your legs and the front rows seats, hovering above you, his face too close to yours. You looked at him from the bottom up when your eyes met his and you started blushing.

“What?” he asked. “What did you just think?”

“Nothing.” you said, quickly getting into his seat.

“Hey now, don’t be like that. Tell me.” he begged. “Hey! where you blushing just now?” he asked, pinching your cheek.

“No, I’m not.”

“She’s blushing a lot today for some reason.” Hongbin laughed from the front seat.

“Shut up you! Ahh I’m going to sleep.” you said taking out your travelling pillow and positioning it on Taekwoon’s shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I think you’re the most comfortable to sleep on.” you spoke putting your head on the pillow. Taekwoon just looked at you.

“Okay, whatever.” he said.

“Hey why do I have to sit in the back alone?” Sanghyuk asked.

“Because you’re the youngest.” Hakyeon stated.

“No I’m not. Y/N is younger than me by a whole month.”

“It’s somehow scary sitting in the back alone.” you mumbled.

“What did you say?” Sanghyuk asked getting closer to you.

“I said it’s scary sitting in the back alone!”

Sanghyuk stared at you for a while in surprise and then started laughing loudly.

“Haha, what a crybaby!!”

“Ugh. I ought to better not talk with any of you.” you said making yourself comfortable on Taekwoon’s shoulder and closing your eyes. You don’t remember when you fell asleep but you woke up in the car alone, a blanket on you. You looked around and saw that the boys were building the tents outside. You stepped out of the car and went to help them.

“Look who decided to show up.” Wonsik told everyone.

“Why are there only three tents?”

“So you could sleep with me.” he smirked.

“No way am I sleeping with you.”

“This one over here has enough room for three, while the other two have enough for two, so either way, you’re gonna have to sleep with somebody.” Jaehwan said.

“I say we do rock-paper-scissors and whoever wins gets to sleep with Y/N.” Sanghyuk suggested.

“Why do you get to decide for me?” you were about to ask but they already started playing. Hongbin won.

“I guess I can keep you all to myself tonight” he joked to which you just rolled your eyes.

You decided to start the fire instead and before dark you were all ready. You ate your dinner and were now roasting marshmallows over the fire.

“You know, I heard a bunch of people disappeared in these areas.” Hongbin started.

“Are you serious?” you gulped.

“Of course, the last one disappeared just yesterday.”

“Stop joking like that, it’s not funny.”

“I never said I was joking.” he looked at you with a serious face.

“Hongbin, stop. She’s scared of camping as it is.” Jaehwan said.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah right.” Sanghyuk laughed.

“Why don’t we talk about something else instead.” you tried to change the subject.

“Okay then. How about we play truth or dare?” Hakyeon suggested. “I start. Y/N what did you think about back then in the car?”

Everyone looked at you.

“Okay I’m going to sleep.” you told everyone standing up.

“Hey, stop avoiding the question!”

“Are you going to sleep without me?” Hongbin interrupted, trying to make an offended expression.

“Yes I am.” you stated and went to tent, everyone following you with their eyes.

“What’s up with her?” Taekwoon inquired.

But before anyone could answer his question you came back.

“Back already?” Wonsik asked.

“Well you know I thought since we are all here maybe I will stay for a bit longer.”

“You’re scared, aren’t you!?” Sanghyuk laughed.

“Oh come here you! You look so cute when you’re shy.” Jaehwan said pulling you to the bench and putting a blanket around your shoulders.

You talked with them about everything and nothing and before you knew it, it was already way past midnight.

“Maybe we should go to sleep.” Taekwoon suggested.

“I’m going to be here for a little while longer, the fire calms me down somehow.” you told them.

“I will meet you in the tent then.” Hongbin winked.

As they all went their separate ways you grabbed Hakyeon by his jacket sleeve.

“Could you maybe stay with me?” you begged. He looked at you with warm eyes.

“Of course.” he said, sitting next to you. You decided to share your blanket with him and now both of you were sitting silently by the fire.

“You know, I might come off as a bitch sometimes but I actually really like spending time, like this, with you guys.”

“I know.”

You put your head on his lap.

“I wish moments like these would last forever” you whispered.

Hakyeon looked down at you.

“Me too.” he said stroking your hair. “Especially with you.” he thought to himself.


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A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

khotarou  asked:

heeey ! 120 or 142 ? (i can't choose tbh, i just want something fun to read) i really love your hc and drabbles <3

Aww thank you so much my love 💜 It means the world to me. 

Okay so I have chosen 142 because ahhh I got a cute idea. I hope you enjoy this <3

142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

Even was lying on Isak’s bed with his feet crossed as he scrolled through netflix on Isak’s laptop, trying to choose the next movie he was going to open Isak’s eyes to. 

Isak was in the kitchen getting food when a notification popped up on the laptop

JulianDahl liked your photo

and then another

JulianDahl commented on your photo “lol Isak your so funny. 😂”

Even squinted his eyes at the little window before it floated away. Who the hell was this fool? and why had Isak never mentioned him? 

he was going to just let it go when another one popped up 

JulianDahl liked your post

Even’s thumb accidentally bumped the keyboard and clicked on the window which magically took him to Isak’s Instagram page. 

he scrolled through the notifications and saw a million of the same thing 

JulianDahl liked your photo

JulianDahl liked your photo 

JulianDahl commented on your photo “You look nice here Isak 😋” 

Even slammed the laptop shut and shoved it to the side. Okay who the hell did that dude think he was and what was he doing commenting on how nice his boyfriend looked wearing a scarf. 

That was Even’s job.

Not yours Julian. 

Even felt an odd feeling creep up into his veins. it was uncomfortable and slimy in his chest and the only time he remembered feeling like this was at the Kosegruppa meeting when Emma tried to partner up with Isak and during the Kosegruppa party when she had her face on the man of Even’s life’s face! 

ugh. Even ran his hands through his hair and jumped up just to pace the room like an idiot. I mean it shouldn’t upset him at all but-

no! He had every right to be upset. some kind of…some Julian Dahl was clearly obsessed with his golden haired angel and he obviosuly didn’t get the memo that Isak already had someone to tell him he looks nice. Not just nice Julian. Isak was so fucking hot. 

“Hey baby we literally had no food but I managed to throw together some cheese toasties, did you pick a - what’s wrong?” 

Isak looked at Even in confusion as he watched the older boy pout and puff his chest out. He was being so exaggeratedly annoyed that Isak couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. He looked like a cartoon character. 

Even tried to play it cool but it didn’t last long. 

“Who’s Julian Dahl and why does he like all your photos?” 

Isak blinked at him for two beats before doubling over in laughter. 

“Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening!” he shouted in between giggles as Even lifted his eyebrows in question. 

“Oh so he’s funny huh?” He pulled Isak towards him and kissed his neck 

“am I funnier?” 

“Yes Even. You’re hilarious.” 

Even grinned before remembering what this was about “Then who the hell is Julian?” 

Isak smiled and waved his had dismissing every single thought that came with Julian Dahl’s name. “He is just some guy who has been liking all my photos and sending me messages since first year. I don’t even know him!” 

Even pulled back and smiled brightly “So you have a secret admirer? Aww Isak that is so cute.”

Isak rolled his eyes. “Well you’ve certainly changed your tune. And it’s not a secret if we know his name.” 

Even grabbed his phone and pointed it at them “I think we should take a selfie to send a little message to your admirer. Let’s see if he still looks nice in my arms Julian” 

Isak shook his head and laughed “You’re unbelievable. You know that right?” 

“Quick! hold my hand so he gets jealous.” Even said, grabbing for his hand and winking at him cheekily. 

“Wow you are literally a 12 year old girl. This explains so much.” 

“Hush baby smile for the camera.” 

Isak spoke through his teeth “The Gabrielle obsession, your love for Leonardo Dicaprio and the fact that we always have to watch a god damn romance before falling asleep.” 

Even snapped the photo. 

“You look nice here Isak.” Even said looking at the photo. 

Isak smiled and shoved his arm “shut uuuupp” 

“You shut up” Even retaliated smiling as he pressed his lips against Isak’s. 

Isak gave Even his open hand “okay gimme.” 

He looked at the photo and smiled before posting it. 

He threw his phone on the bed just before Even lunged and wrapped his arms around him, kissing Isak’s throat. they were all lips and and limbs before they finally fell onto the bed in a bunch of giggles. Suddenly Isak’s phone dinged. 

Even picked it up and howled in laughter. 

“What? What is it?” 

Even passed the phone to Isak 

JulianDahl liked your photo

Isak groaned. 

There was another ding and before Isak could look, Even was taking it from him. 

he smiled before typing quickly. 

“Even what are you-”

“Done.” Even said, giving Isak his phone back. 

Isak looked at what he just did and choked on his own breath. 

JulianDahl: nice

IsakYaki: Thanks Julian. Don’t you think my BOYFRIEND looks nice? He is very nice. I have a very nice BOYFRIEND. Your approval is appreciated.

Isak whacked a laughing Even on the chest “You are the biggest dork in the entire world! I can’t believe you!” 

Even grinned and pulled Isak towards him “Believe it. I’m just soooo nice.” 

“Ugh I hate you” Isak mumbled in his chest, feeling Even tremble against him in laughter.

“You love me.” Even replied. 

and Isak responded by biting his neck, because yes he really really did. 


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sakura and sarada make their way to the dock, but five minutes into their walk, sarada gets fussy and demands sakura carry her. after alternating between nuzzling sakura’s neck and thrashing around, sakura hears the girl’s stomach grumble and can’t help but snort.

“don’t laugh at me!” sarada yells. “it’s not nice!”

“sorry, sorry!” sakura quickly soothes. she kisses sarada’s forehead without really thinking about. “you’re just super cute. and hilarious,”

“you’re still laughing, mama!”

sakura clenches her jaw as she works on smothering the rest of her amusement. when she’s quiet, sarada peers up at her shyly. “when i’m hungry,” sakura tells her, “naruto isn’t allowed to talk to me. usually he says something dumb and i snap at him in my hanger.”

“what’s hanger?”

“when you’re hungry and angry.”

“oh.”

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What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

Okay so, while I was in the shower, I got some ideas of reader taking care of drunk Sam. This story is actually kind of plain and tasteless, I dunno why I even wrote it. Oh well, enjoy.

English is not my first language.

part 2 here

Pairing: Sam Drake x reader

Warnings: none

Your lonely night was proceeding like usual. You were watching a movie on tv, snuggled on the sofa with a blanket when, at the stroke of midnight, you heard someone knocking on the door. What you hadn’t planned was your boyfriend being crazy-drunk, leaning on Victor Sullivan’s shoulder.

“Hate to break it to ya darling but these two fools decided to have a competition. So, here’s your man”

You helped Sam get into the house (but you mostly helped Victor get Sam off of himself)

“Jesus..” you exclaimed after Sam had breathed a hey babe, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leaning on you. He badly smelled of alcohol.

“Yeah, gotta go take care of that other numbskull who’s passed out in my car. Can’t wait to see Elena’s face…”

“Ugh, bye Sully”

The old man waved while walking towards the car. You struggled closing the door with the additional weight of Sam all over yourself.

“You know you’re in big troubles right?”

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The Contest - Chapter 4

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 4 continues with the slow, slow build, Some angst thrown in, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Serious with some funny, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Touching, Groping, Fingering, Language, NSFW, Marshmallows, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 5,075 (wait, what?)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

A/N: Wow, this chapter was a tough one…things got a little out of hand with the word count. I know it’s a change in pace from the previous ones and probably not as entertaining (or smutty) so I hope you’re not too disappointed. I just really needed to write this - would not get out of my head.  So please bear with me…promise to get back to the smutty hilarity in the next two chapters ;)

To everyone who sent me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged after Chapters 1 - 3 THANK YOU! You are the best! I hope I remembered to tag everyone, apologies if you were missed. Send me a note if you would like to be tagged.

To my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 4: Dreams

That night you collapse into bed, groaning loudly as your bruised and weary body sinks into the mattress. Staring at the ceiling you try to shake thoughts of Bucky from your head but you can’t seem to stop the scenes in the gym from replaying on a continuous loop. Every captured image, from his eyes wild with excitement and want or his hard body pressed against yours, is like a self-imposed torture on the senses.

Although every muscle in your body is on fire, nothing compares to the ache between your legs. You and Bucky had both crossed a line that afternoon and as far as you were concerned, you never wanted to go back. All you could think about were Bucky’s fingers rolling over your slick and sliding into you. Even though it was only for a brief moment, it was enough to drive you out of your mind. And they weren’t even his metal ones. You bite your lip hard at the thought of those metal digits circling your clit and plunging into your heat.

You had been fascinated with the mechanics and sheer power of his metal arm from the very moment you meet Bucky. But after overhearing him tell Steve one day that Stark had fixed the vibrating function on his bionic fingers, you found yourself constantly imagining all the dirty things you wanted that hand to do to your body.

The first time he had touched you with it, you were so turned on that you couldn’t speak. You had just stood there silent, your eyes growing wide and mouth falling open as a wave of heat rolled through your body. Bucky however, mistakenly interpreted your reaction as one of fear and to your disappointment, had quickly withdrawn his touch in embarrassment.

For weeks you tried everything to get his hands back onto your body but he seemed to be avoiding all contact – going as far as disobeying an order from Natasha to train with you. He finally confessed the reason to her the night of the party when he had bolted from his seat to escape your stare. Natasha, the consummate matchmaker, assured Bucky that the only thing you were afraid of was how hard you were falling for the super soldier…and that you may explode the next time he touched you with what you referred to as his “weapon of mass distraction.” Noting his confused expression, Natasha was only more than happy to fill Bucky in on your metal arm kink.

After that, it was near impossible to wipe that cocky smirk off his face every time he caught you staring at his arm. It was no surprise then that he was doing his damnedest since the contest started to feel you up every chance he got with his metal fingers. And they did not disappoint.

Fuck. If his fingers feel that good on your body, his cock was going to wreck you.

Jesus that cock. Your pussy twitches as you recall your fingers tracing his erection – so big and thick - through his shorts. How you had managed to restrain yourself from pulling down that thin layer of fabric and wrapping your mouth around that cock was a mystery. The taste of his pre-cum was seared on your lips and you wanted more, so much more. Back arching, you imagine the feel of his hard shaft sliding between your folds and filling your core.

Huffing loudly as you kick the blankets off your legs, you wonder how the hell you’re going to sleep tonight with all of these filthy thoughts of Bucky circling in your head. Turning towards the direction of Bucky’s room you wonder if he’s awake – if thoughts of you were driving him to distraction.

Hmph. Bastard was probably sleeping like a baby, dreaming of Dolores or Mildred or whatever the fuck the women back in his day were called. You feel a pang of jealously as you picture Bucky, looking handsome in his army uniform, flirting and dancing with all the ladies. Arm flexing, you smirk as you give his imaginary girls the once over. You could probably take them, no contest.

Ugh the contest.

Pounding the pillow with your fist, you squeeze your eyes shut and curse yourself for being so competitive. Just give into him and let him win you argue in your head. So you lose just this once, no big deal.

Oh my god, did you just say that? Your eyes fly open. No fucking way in hell Bucky was going to come out on top.

Shit. Now you were picturing him on top of you, driving his hard cock into your pussy.

You look up at the ceiling and sigh. It was going to be a long night.

When sleep finally claims you it’s only for a short while as dark dreams take hold.

You’re standing at the end of a long hallway, lights so bright that they burn your eyes. Two figures appear at the other end, calling your name. Your parents. You try to run to them but your feet are too heavy. Light bulbs explode overhead as you struggle to make your way towards them. By the time you reach the other end of the hallway, they’re gone. All that’s left is a small wooden box at your feet. You bend down to pick it up and open the lid. A sweet, fragile melody fills the space. You are so entranced by the music that you don’t notice the hands reaching around to cover your mouth.

You wake strapped to a chair, faceless men surrounding you. Then you see him, standing silent against a wall. Bucky. You try to call out to him but your head is gripped tight in a steel vice. On the floor is the music box, playing its haunting melody. As the vice begins to pulse around your head, Bucky’s face begins to fade. A booted foot comes crashing down on the music box. Then there is darkness.

You start screaming Bucky’s name.

You awaken to the sound of your bedroom door flying open, a large shadow filling the frame.

“Bucky?” you gasp out hopefully through your tears.

As the figure moves forward, your eyes focus on Steve smiling warily.

“Sorry to disappoint you kiddo,” he says in a slightly dejected voice. “It’s just me.”

“I can go get Bucky if you want.”

Sensing his wounded pride, you shake your head and manage a small smile.

“Get that cute ass of yours over here Cap,” you order shakily, patting the bed.

Steve smiles and sits himself down.

“Another bad dream?” he murmurs as he rubs his thumb over the top of your hand in slow, comforting strokes.

You lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s been months since I had any and now this week, one every night,” you answer sheepishly. “I thought I was finally getting a handle on them.”

Steve tilts his head trying to make eye contact.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Believe me, I know how just the smallest thing can trigger these dreams.”

“Didn’t mean to wake anyone,” you mumble as you brush away a fat tear rolling down your cheek.

“It’s ok, I was already up,” he answers with a heavy sigh.

As Steve leans in to wrap his arm around your shoulder, you wince as he makes contact with your sore body.

“Looks like you and Bucky went at it pretty hard today,” he scolds as he looks over the bruises on your arm.

“Ugh, he’s such a punk sometimes,” you protest while looking up at him with an innocent pout. “Can Captain America beat him up for me?”

“I think you’re doing a damn fine job on your own,” he chuckles. “And I suspect if I ever threw a punch at him you’d clock me.”

Steve’s lips curl into a mischievous grin. “You’re crazy about him, aren’t you?”

“What?” you sniff indignantly. “You think I’m falling for that smug bastard?”

Steve shakes his head smiling. “You’re not a very good liar sweetheart.”

Your attempts to stare him down in defiance fall to the wayside as he raises an eyebrow and gives you a knowing look.

Hands covering your face, you fall back onto the bed. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You are far from an idiot,” he laughs as he rubs your leg. “You’re a smart, beautiful, strong woman…with lousy taste in men.”

His smile fades slightly as he looks at you, a hint of regret in his eyes. “Any man would be lucky to be with you.”

“I just want one man,” you confess as you turn your head to hide the blush creeping into your cheeks.

“But I can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s just messing with me to win this contest.”

Steve shakes his head in disagreement. “Bucky isn’t a player. He wouldn’t string you along like that.”

“You’re good for him, good for each other,” he continues with a distant look in his eyes. “He’s been so happy lately.”

“When he’s with you, it’s like he’s my old Bucky.”

“Well your Bucky is kind of hard to read sometimes,” you stammer in frustration. “I can never tell what’s going on in his head when we’re together.”

“Well,” Steve smirks. “I’m no expert when it comes to relationships, but I think it’s pretty obvious that Bucky has a thing for you.”

“The guy has a constant boner when you’re around.”

“Oh my stars and stripes,” you gasp in mock horror. “Did Captain America just say boner?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat.”

“You know on second thought, forget what I said about Bucky being into you,” he ponders while rubbing his chin in exaggeration. “He told me just yesterday that he prefers redheads.”

You scoff in annoyance and pull back to strike him in the arm.

Despite being doubled over with laughter, he somehow manages to grab your fist and block your punch.

“Bucky wasn’t kidding,” he teases as he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles in apology. “You’re a feisty little kitty today.”

“hmph,” you grumble as you pull your hand away and cross your arms.

“Come on kitten,” he coaxes in a smooth voice as he rises from the bed. “Let’s get you some warm milk to help you sleep.”

“Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes.”

His warm smile melts away your glare.

“Steve?” you whisper, your eyes lowered as you play with a loose thread on your comforter.

He frowns, his face masked in concern.

“Thanks,” you stammer, eyes welling up with tears.

“Anytime sweetheart,” he murmurs while kissing your cheek.

As he makes his way to the door, he pauses to examine the splintered frame.

He shakes his head and mutters. “That little punk has it bad.”

The walk down the long hallway to the kitchen proves to more nerve-racking than anticipated and by the time you reach the entrance, you’re clutching your arms around you to stop from shaking. Your heart sinks as you enter the dark room and realize that Steve must still be upstairs. Eyes cast down to the floor, you hurriedly make your way to the fridge and swing the door open to grab a bottle of water.

“Back for another round?” a voice questions gruffly from the darkness.

You gasp loudly, nearly dropping the bottle and snap your head up. Peering into the darkness, your eyes land on Bucky, sitting alone at the table.

“Or are you too busy licking your wounds?”

You smile weakly at him, too spent to offer a retort.

“What, no smart comeba…” His smirk fades as the light from the refrigerator illuminates your tear-swollen eyes and ashen complexion.

Within seconds he’s standing in front of you, hands running over your shoulders and down your arms.

“What’s wrong doll,” he stammers as his eyes quickly examine your body. “Are you hurt?”

“Oh god, did I…did I hurt you?” His voice thick with fear and concern, you barely hear the words come out of his mouth.

As you start to shake your head from side to side, he breathes an audible sigh of relief. His worried eyes searching yours, it only takes a moment to read the terror and sadness in them – a reflection of what he’s seen in his own far too many times.

And in that one moment of understanding, your walls come crashing down. Without a word, Bucky swiftly pulls you into his body and wraps his arms protectively around you as you begin to sob uncontrollably against his chest.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you…I’ve got you,” he murmurs over and over into your ear.

His hand comes up to stroke your hair in comfort as he plants a long kiss on the top of your head.

It takes a while before your tears finally subside and you regain your breath. Clutching his shirt, damp with your tears, you start to mumble the details of your dream into his chest.

He grips you tighter as you tell him about your parents, the music box, the Hydra agents and how he had just stood there and watched as they erased your memories.

“I called out to you but it was like you couldn’t hear me,” you whisper, trying to contain the tears that were threatening to spill over again. “I woke up screaming your name.”

As you feel his body tense, you silently wish you had kept that part to yourself.

“I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he chokes out defiantly. “I’ll keep you safe, always.”

He looks at you, his intense blue eyes shimmering with tears.

“Please say you believe me.”

You answer his plea with a soft kiss on his neck before locking your gaze onto his.

“I trust you with my life James.”

A quiet sigh escapes his lips.

“I’m so sorry doll…that I wasn’t there to hear you calling for me.” His voice cracks with emotion as he cups your face in his hand.

“I came down here after…” His voice trails off as a wave of pain and fear rolls across his face and his body sags heavily against yours. It only takes a second for you to register why Bucky was up so late, sitting alone in the dark.

You pull his head down to rest his forehead on yours. You can feel his body trembling as you run your hands up his back and pull him closer.

“Shit I’m so stupid,” you mutter as you rub calming circles on his back. “Here I am spilling all my emotions onto you and I didn’t even stop to think what you were doing down here.”

“Is there anything I can do for you babe?”

A small smile flickers across Bucky’s lips. “For starters, never stop calling me babe.”

You blush fiercely in the dark as you realize your slip.

“Second,” he says as he leans in to kiss your forehead, “let me make you some hot chocolate.”

“I hate drinking alone.”

You nod and give him one last lingering hug before he pulls away towards the stove.

“Not sure what happened to Steve,” he shrugs as he turns on a small light over the stove and lights the gas. “He heard me yelling in my sleep and came in to check on me. Told me to meet him down here so we could talk.”

“That’s my fault,” you mumble guiltily as you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist while he pours some milk and hot chocolate mix into a pot. “He came to my room too after he heard me screaming. He must have been on his way to see you.”

“He said the same thing, to meet him down here…” You pause, smiling as you realize that Steve had intentionally sent you to the kitchen to be with Bucky. Bucky shoots you a knowing smile over his shoulder as he comes to the same conclusion.

A hiss from the stove diverts your attention. Bucky chuckles as you rise up on your tiptoes to try and get a better look over his shoulder.

“So, the Winter Soldier drinks hot chocolate when he can’t sleep?”

He motions to a bottle of rum and marshmallows on the counter. “My own special recipe.”

You smile in approval and move to grab two mugs from the cupboard. Bucky steals a sideways glance, humming in appreciation as he watches your t-shirt ride up to reveal a pair of black silk panties.

Turning to make your way to the kitchen table, you stop abruptly when you spy his Mark II knife next to a can of whipped cream.

“Were you expecting to come down here to find Hydra agents raiding the fridge for our leftovers?”

You raise an eyebrow as he turns towards you, his arms crossed in defense.

“Old habits die hard,” he drawls as his eyes dart to your waist. “But you know that better than anyone, don’t you sweetheart.”

You stare unblinkingly into each other’s eyes for a few moments until Bucky drops his gaze to slowly scan down your body.

“Are you going to surrender yours or do I need to throw you down on the table and do a strip search?”

You swallow hard and feign innocence as you feel the wetness pooling between your legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about solider.”

“The hell you don’t.”

“I felt it through your shirt,” he challenges as he takes a few steps towards you, eyes shining in amusement.

“Or should I say my shirt.”

Sighing in defeat, you pull up the right side of your t-shirt to reveal a small, sheathed Yari tucked into the waist band of your panties. You pull it out and place it next to his.

“Fuck doll,” he purrs, biting his bottom lip. “Talk about a killer body.”

“You make me want to blow my load right here.”

“Keep it in your pants Barnes,” you warn, rubbing your hand a few times along the bulge forming in his sweats until he moans. “I want to be surprised when I rip them off your body.”

He runs his tongue slowly over his lips at the thought as he turns to pour some hot chocolate into two mugs. He adds a splash of rum to each and throws in a handful of marshmallows before joining you at the table.

“We make quite the pair,” he muses as he hands you a mug.

“It’s a wonder we’re allowed to stay here considering we could snap at any minute and wipe out all of the Avengers in a murderous rampage.”

“Dibs on Tony,” you call out as you lightly blow on your hot chocolate before taking a sip.

Bucky throws back his head and laughs.

“Deal,” he answers. “But only on one condition.”

“Should have known there was a catch,” you grumble, narrowing your eyes while you peer at him over your mug.

He smiles and looks down at the table, his fingers tracing over your knife. “Well, since you’re armed and dangerous, I know I’d feel a lot better if I kept you close to me tonight.”

Placing the mug down, you chuckle to yourself and raise your eyebrows in amusement.

“And just how close do you want me soldier?”

Bucky’s lips curve into a flirtatious grin.

“Well, I’m thinking I could keep a really good eye on you from my bed,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he drinks from his mug.

You’re about to respond with a smart remark when you notice a hint of pleading in his tired eyes, and realize his proposal is masking a need he’s too afraid express. Just like you, Bucky Barnes doesn’t want to be alone tonight.

Bucky drops his head slightly in disappointment at your silence but raises it quickly when he feels your fingers tracing over his metal hand.

“I have one condition of my own Barnes before we get in between your sheets,” you counter with a sly smile. “Hands where I can see them, especially this one.”

Pushing back your chair, you grab your hot chocolate and the two knives before turning to go.

Glancing behind you see Bucky, grinning widely, pick up his mug and start towards the door. He pauses and turns back to grab the whipped cream from the table.

You shake your head in exasperation and laugh.

“Really Bucky?”

“In case we need it for our hot chocolate,” he responds with a wink.

A sigh of contentment passes from your lips as you slip under the covers of Bucky’s bed and breathe in his scent. As his metal arm snakes over your waist, you turn onto your side to face him. You reach up to brush a rogue strand of hair from his eyes so you have an unobstructed view of his gorgeous face.

“I hate my hair sometimes,” he mutters in annoyance as the strand falls back over his eye. “I should just cut it all off.”

He’s surprised by your loud gasp.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you ever cut your hair short I swear I will kick your ass all the way back to 1944!”

Bucky laughs and holds his hands up in surrender as you remove a hair tie from your wrist and reach over him to pull his hair back into a small bun.

“So you like your men with long hair,” he teases as his hand tucks under your shirt and starts to move lightly over your back.

“Mmmm yes, and your hair is the perfect length to grab onto when your head is in between my legs,” you purr into his ear before lying back down.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment and you hear him mutter “fuck” under his breath.

Opening his eyes, he questions hopefully. “What else do you like in your man?”

“Hmmm,” you ponder as you play with the collar of his shirt. “Well, my guy is this ridiculously handsome solider from the forties who is smart, funny, too sexy for his own damn good and aggravatingly cocky.”

“He’s extremely flirty and the dirty mouth on this man, unbelievable. He’s also incredibly protective and caring and although he will deny it, has a really good heart…plus a sinful body that looks like it was carved by the tears of angels.”

Bucky shakes his head blushing. “Sounds like a ghost story.”

You bite your lip and reach out to stroke the stubble covering his sharp cheekbones.

“I like his stubble too…oh yes, very much,” you whisper lost in thought.

Bucky dips his head to rub his stubble along your neck.

“Fuck babe, that feels incredible,” you whimper.

He brings his lips to your ear and whispers. “See anything else you like?”

“Well, he needs to be able to fuck me properly, so…” your purr as your hand travels down his taut chest to dip below the band of his sweatpants.

Bucky groans into your neck.

“And this,” you moan breathlessly as the fingers on your other hand begin to make their way slowly over his metal arm. “I really like this.”

“He sounds pretty awesome,” Bucky teases as he pulls you closer.

“Yeah, he’s alright,” you shrug nonchalantly. “Except for the fact that he won’t kiss me.”

A mix of surprise and frustration registers briefly on Bucky’s face. He sighs deeply and begins to trace his metal fingers gently along your jaw line.

“Well maybe he’s a hopeless romantic who’s met his soulmate” he confides shyly. “And he doesn’t want to fuck anything up so he’s waiting for the right time to kiss you.”

“A moment when he doesn’t feel like he’s taking advantage of you because you’re drunk, or scared because of a bad dream.”

“That one perfect moment,” he continues in a hushed whisper, “when you both know that you’ve found something special; beyond anything you ever expected or thought you deserved to have in your life.”

You stare silently into his warm blue eyes with a stunned expression on your face; cheeks flush as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

“I will never get tired of seeing you blush doll.” As his hand moves up to gently stroke your cheek, he frowns at the dark circles under your eyes.

“Nat says you haven’t been sleeping well these past few days.”

Eyes dropping, you slowly nod your head.

“These dreams started up the night you left,” you confess. “I’m not sure…not sure what triggered them.”

“Is it the same one every night,” Bucky asks. “The one you told me about in the kitchen, with your parents?”

“No, that’s the strange thing,” you muse. “I’ve always struggled to dream about my parents but tonight I saw them so clearly - like they were in the room with me and my music box.”

Bucky tilts his head in interest. “The music box in the dream, it was yours?”

“Yes, the one my dad gave me as a birthday present,” you recall with a smile. “It was a little wooden box with a ballerina on the cover – it played Swan Lake. When I was around five, I remember being afraid of the dark and I was scared to fall asleep at night. My dad told me that the music in the box was magic and it would protect me. I would fall asleep to that melody every night.”

“It’s silly, I know,” you admit.

Bucky smiles gently. “No, that’s really sweet.”

“After my parents died, the music box was the only thing I had left of them when they brought me to the orphanage.”

“I was so young when they took me away to the Red Room to start my training, so confused and scared. I would take out the music box every night and think about my parents as I cried myself to sleep.”

Voice faltering, you hesitate, not sure if you should continue. Bucky cups your face with his calloused hand and smiles in encouragement. You take a deep breath.

“I had hidden it under a floorboard in my room, but somehow they found it. They told me that sentiment was a weakness I couldn’t afford and they destroyed it in front of me.”

Bucky brushes away the tears that start to flow down your cheeks.

“I’m being ridiculous,” you whisper. “Crying over a toy.”

“You’re not being ridiculous,” he scoffs as he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the tip of your nose.

“So much for my badass reputation eh?” you laugh sarcastically. “I guess they were right, sentiment makes you weak.”

“Want to tell that to my body sweetheart,” he murmurs as his lips brush over your jaw line. “Trust me, you’re anything but weak.”

You breathe in deeply as his lips skim down to the hollow of your neck.

“I guess I should lay off the ass kickings for while,” you chuckle as your hands move down his back to lightly smack his ass. “Don’t want to make this gorgeous body of yours too sore to move.”

You feel him smile against your neck.

“As much as I enjoyed rolling around with you on the floor of the gym today,” he confides, “I’d much rather work you into a sweat right here in my bed.”

“I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

A groan escapes your lips.

“What,” Bucky exclaims in mock surprise. “You can’t handle the romance?”

“I’ll let you know when you get around to dishing some out soldier.”

He laughs and guides your head down onto his chest. You lay silent, listening to the comforting rhythm of his heart as he strokes your hair.

“You know, I’ve never told anyone that story about the music box,” you admit, lazily drawing circles over his hard pecs.

“I need to be careful around you Barnes. I seem to have a weakness of opening myself up a little more than I should with you dark, brooding types.”

Bucky smiles and shifts your body so you’re lying on top of him.

You let out a breathy moan as his hands move under your panties and his fingers start to trace down the cleft of your ass.

“Doll, I haven’t even started to open you up yet.”

“James!” you whimper as a metal finger circles your back entrance. “Wh-what did I say about that hand?”

“Well, if I remember correctly,” he smirks, “you said my metal hand was your biggest kink, your pussy gets wet just looking at it and you constantly imagine all the dirty ways I’m going to use it on your body.”

“Fucking Nat and her big mouth,” you grumble as you still his hands and pin them down on either side of his body.

“Mmmm, I love it when you take control,” he growls while nipping at your shoulders.

Hovering over him, you grin wickedly and drag your pussy along his hardened shaft. His head falls back, eyes closing as he moans.

You lower yourself to whisper into the shell of his ear.

“Tell me Barnes,’ you coax in a low growl. “What else do you love about me?”

As he knits his brow in concentration and stares deeply into your eyes, you become mesmerized by his expression and start to loosen your grip on his wrists. A sly smile suddenly flashes across his face and he overtakes you by surprise, flipping you on your back.

“Absolutely everything doll.”

You let out a soft moan as his metal hand begins to move under your shirt.

The next morning, you hear the door to Bucky’s room creak open slowly and see Steve peer around the corner.

You lift your head to speak but Steve stops you with a motion of his finger to his lips. He gives you a questioning gesture and sighs in relief when you respond with an ok sign.

A look of confusion clouds his face as he watches you point repeatedly to where Bucky’s hips are pressed tightly against your ass until you clearly mouth the word “boner” and wink.

Steve hangs his head, shaking it in resignation before slowly closing the door. But not before making a not-so-Captain-America-like-gesture with his middle finger in your direction. You gasp silently in mock disapproval.

Behind you, Bucky chuckles softly and pulls you back into his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair as you both fall back asleep.

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Request: "So I have to spend the night at my longtime rival’s house, everything will totally be fine because their parents are there (or not) AU" with Kylo holy shit please

A/N: Sorry I did this one so late, I was supposed to to do it amongst others a few months back but never got the chance. Anyway, thanks anon for the request, enjoy!

Word Count: 1.7K+

Warning: None


You weren’t looking forward to it, actually, you were pretty upset by the fact that you had to stay over the Solo residence for a night because your parents were going out of town and didn’t want you home alone. It made you irritated, you were already considered an adult, so why couldn’t they treat you like one? But, of course, that wasn’t the full reason why you were mad. It was the fact that you had to spend the night with no other than your rival, Kylo.

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Handcuffs & Hospital Elevators

Theo Raeken imagine

Originally posted by doriaelin

Summary: With the return of Theo, you want nothing more than to send his ass back to hell. But along the way, something does not feel right, as if you’re forgetting something. But what?

A/N: Because, let’s face it, we all love Theo.

Prompts: “I don’t sugarcoat things, I’m not Willy Wonka.” - “You’re tolerable.” - “How’s that a good thing?”

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“You did what?” You yelled at Scott.

“Okay, in my defense, it was Liam who brought him back.” He pleaded with you.

“Oh yeah, I already feel much better about that asshole being back.” You fumed. You started pacing your room. This could not be happening.

“He thought he was helping.” He reasoned.

“I swear, that boy is an idiot. He should leave all the thinking to Mason.” You stopped pacing and let out a sigh, looking up at Scott. “Okay, so we send him back, right?” You crossed your arms.

“Well, it’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is.” You furrowed your brows. Why wouldn’t he want to send that bastard back? “Just send him straight back to hell, where he belongs.”

“Y/N,” he started slowly, “he remembers Stiles.” He looked at you with hope in his eyes.

“How’s that a good thing?” You let one arm fall back beside you, while you put the other over your forehead. You couldn’t believe he was actually willing to keep him.

“He knows about the Wild Hunt too. It could help us. “

“Scott, it’s Theo. The words ‘good’ and ‘help’ don’t apply to that guy.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he sounded desperate. “But it’s our only option right now.”

You sighed again. “Fine, I’ll come along. Where did you leave that asshole?” You went to grab your sweater off your desk chair to go outside.

“Just to be safe, we thought it would be best to lock him up in jail.”

“Good.” You walked passed him, pulling your sweater over your head. “That’s where he belongs.”

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Mr. Clumsy

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1201

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“I’m starting to regret it, Jungkook!”

Looking at your phone screen, you glared at him.

“Noona, please~” 

Sitting on your couch, you reached out for your tea and took a little sip of it. “No, Jungkook. You can’t.”

Pouting a little bit more, he started kicking the air. “Ahh, why? I want to say it to him.”

“Kookie, no!” 

Looking sadly at you trough the screen, he huffed. “Why are you telling me something that I’m not allowed to tell someone else? You know that I can’t keep it to myself!”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s why I’m regretting it, you idiot.”

Suddenly, he started smirking. “Do you want to talk to him? I can give him my phone so you can FaceTime with him too.”, Wiggling his eyebrows, he stood up and started walking. “I’m sure you missed him.”

Panicking, you tried to stop him. “Yah! Jungkook, don’t! Yah, yah I’m not ready to talk to hi-”

Not listening to you, he shouted. “Hyung, Y/N noona wants to talk to you!”

Without warning, he turned his phone toward Namjoon and voilà, you saw your best friend smiling widely at the screen while reaching out for the phone.

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Little did he know that your heart was melting right know because of those dimples. 

Ugh, god, help! 

“H-Hey, Namjoon.”

Beautiful! Well done, Y/N! You stuttered! 

Showing his beautiful pearly whites, he greeted you back. “Hi, beautiful. How are you?”

Stop calling me beautiful, please. My heart is going to explode!

“I-I’m fine, thanks and you?”

Wow, very nice! Now you can’t even talk properly!

“I’m just a little bit exhausted because of the concert but besides that, everything is fine.”

“Oh, should I hang up? Do you want to sleep?”

Smiling cutely at you, he shook his head. “No, I want to talk to you.”

Breath, Y/N! Breath!

“O-Okay then..”

“So, what have you been doing lately while I was gone?”

Taking a deep breath, you started talking about your problems, your school life, basically everything and anything that you could remember. This was one of your favorite things in your friendship. Even though he was far away, stressed and exhausted, he would make sure to listen to your problems without complaining. Thats what you loved about him. Thats why you loved him.

While you were talking, you didn’t realize that he stared at you with a little smile while leaning his chin on his hand.

You looked up at your screen and saw that he was staring. Getting a little bit flustered, you stopped talking. “W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, I just realized how much I missed you.”

I-I think I’m dying. R.I.P Y/N..

Looking away shyly, you fiddled with your fingers and whispered. “I missed you too..”

Suddenly, you heard Jimin shouting. “Hyung, we need to go! You can talk to your girlfriend when we’re at the hotel.”

“Yah, I’m not his girlfriend!”

“Yah, I’m not her boyfriend!”

Realizing what just happened, both of you started laughing. 

Again, you heard Jimin shouting. “I think so too!”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at Namjoon. “Take care of yourself and don’t break anything!”

Copying your movements, he answered while standing up. “I not that clums-”

Suddenly, the only thing you could see was black. “Ugh, not again.. You dropped the phone, right?”

Picking up the phone, he turned the screen toward himself. “Oops..”

You giggled while shaking your head. This time, you heard Jungkook shouting. “Hyung? That was not my one and only precious phone, right?”

“No, I would never drop your phone, are you stupid.”

Laughing at their conversation and Namjoon’s alarmed face, your prepared yourself to say goodbye.

“Bye, Mr. Clumsy.”

“Bye, Beautiful. I’ll see you in two days.” he said while waving back.


And finally, the time had come. The boys were arriving today. 

Wearing your favorite summer dress, you went to the park where you decided to meet up with the guys.

Sitting on a bench, you started waiting. After five minutes you heard seven familiar voices. Looking up, you saw the boys walking toward you. You smiled widely, stood up and started taking little steps toward them.

Smiling with that beautiful smile and those beautiful dimples, Namjoon started walking a little bit faster toward you than the boys.

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Opening his arms, he waited for you to run into his arms. Not waiting a minute longer, you started running toward him and jumped into his arms. He started spinning around, nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and left a little kiss there. Standing there in that position for a while, you hugged him tight. 

Breathing in your scent, he placed you on the ground and looked at you. “I missed you so much, Beautiful.”

Smiling at him, you pinched his cheek. “I missed you too, Mr. Clumsy.” 

Looking over his shoulder, you saw the guys standing a little bit further away from you while staring at you. You called them over to you but they started shaking their head. 

Confused, you looked at them. Right when you wanted to walk toward them, they started counting. “3, 2, 1! Hyung/Namjoon, Y/N likes you!”

Frozen, you stood there. Eyes wide open, you looked at Namjoon. He too, was looking at you with his eyes wide open.

Jungkook, I’m going to kill you! I told you that you’re not allowed to say that to anybody!

All of a sudden, Namjoon started smiling. 

Wait, why was he even smiling? Oh no, no please! Don’t smile! I don’t want to see your dimples please.. I can’t endure it anymore!

Standing on your tiptoes, you put your hands on his shoulder and kissed his dimple.

“Ugh, finally! I always wanted to kiss that.”

Realizing that you said that out loud, you covered your mouth with your hand while looking at him with wide eyes.

His smile grew wide and he opened his mouth to say something but you started rambling to yourself. “Omg, I’m so sorry, Namjoon! Omg, how can you do something like that, you stupid girl! Are you insane?! Your best friend is here after two months and the first thing you do is something like this! He things you’re insane! Thats it! Thats it with your friendshi-”

Suddenly, you felt something soft on your lips. At first you didn’t realize what it was but when he started moving his lips, did you realize what was going on. 

Before you could do something, he leaned back and smiled at you while saying. “Ugh, finally! I always wanted to kiss that.”

Wait, wait, wait.. WHAT?!

Again, before you could react, you heard the guys shouting, laughing and running toward you two. Engulfing you both in a hug while hitting Namjoon’s back, they shouted. “Finally, you two confessed your feelings to each other!”

Okay, I think I’m in heaven right know..

Your Ginger Housemate - Part 5

Part five! I’ve finally finished! Sorry, it’s been so long guys, but I’ve finally done it. I hope you enjoy it. Please show me your opinions through likes and comments. I’ve already got ideas for Part 6 so hold tight. Remember, I’m open to requests and any questions you want to ask me. Enjoy.

Heads Up: Very minor swearing and violence towards the end - By violence, I mean Jerome finally getting outside and having some… “fun”. Sorry if this upsets anyone, but it had to happen eventually.

Want to read the rest? Part 1 HERE | Part 2 HERE | Part 3 HERE | Part 4 HERE


“And there, we… go!” You pulled the last of the bandages off of Jerome’s wound. It was slightly pink, but not infected.  You had to call the doctor around twice to take care of Jerome’s stitches. He just kept busting them open. It probably didn’t help when all he did in his sleep was toss and turn, but funnily enough, when you slept with him, he was still. He spoke, laughed croakily sometimes, maybe clenched and twitched, but he didn’t roll around the bed.

Jerome grinned, twisting his torso left and right and stretching his long arms above his head. “Finally. I could have done it myself you know?”

You smiled at his bubbly mood. When he was happy, you really couldn’t help but smile too.

“I know. But I’m pretty sure it was safer if I did it with the material scissors… Instead of the kitchen knife.”

“Hey, it woulda’ been faster. Trust me.”

“Yeah, that’s not something I wanted to do.”

Jerome rolled his eyes and jumped off of the seat, smirking as he walked to the fridge. It was good to see him moving around freely again. His swanky stride taking place once more. Confidence seemed to radiate from his body like the bandages had been confining his self-assertiveness. God, you loved it when he walked that way. It made your head ache, your stomach churn and your heart flip. He was gorgeous. ‘Too gorgeous…’

Jerome interrupted your thoughts, “How long has it been since I was outside?”

“Mm, a month maybe? I’m not too sure. I don’t think you should do much until you’ve got your strength up. I mean, you haven’t been doing much.”

“Aw, sweet cheeks. You still tryna take care of me?”

You stood up and walked to the coach, snatching up the remote and plonking yourself down, irritated.

“Excuse me for looking out for your well-being,” you huffed. After a little pause, you added a little extra under your breath, “You stuck-up gingersnap.”

Jerome’s rummaging halted, and you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head. It took all your self-control not to turn around. Instead, you sat firm, glaring at the television, watching nothing in particular.

“Dollface… That’s not what I meant.” He swung his legs over the back of the couch, landing next to you.

“Yeah well, that’s what it sounded like.” Your stomach fluttered as his armed snaked it’s way behind your neck.

Jerome stared at your face, trying to catch your eye.

“I do appreciate you helping me out. You know that right?”

You shrugged, not wanting to give up too easily.

“Ugh, y/n. Why do you have to make things difficult?”

He crossed his arms, glaring at the television. He reminded you of a little kid who didn’t get his own way. You turned your body towards him, your eyes grazing over his hair, his clenched jawline, his arms, and his tensed fists.

“Jerome…” He didn’t budge, “Jerome,” You whined.

He sighed and tilted his head towards you.

“Do you…” He raised his eyebrow, smirking. Amused at your sudden awkwardness, “Do you like me.”

His body tensed, and he rigidly turned his head facing you. Your searching eyes locked with his.

“Well, I don’t wanna kill you.”

“That’s not answering my question Valeska.”

He sighed, running his hand through his hair and staring at the ground. His eyebrows furrowed. He seemed… anxious?

Ugh, y/n, why did you ask him this. You’re ridiculous!’

‘But are you? He does say your name in your sleep,’ The night he fell asleep on your lap flooded into your mind…

I’ll never let anyone hurt you y/n.” …

He did have a few drugs in his system, and he had lost a lot of blood, but it did seem that he genuinely meant what he said.

That’s when it happened. He kissed you on the cheek. He kissed you! You sat there completely dumbfounded. After a moment Jerome simply stood up and grabbed his coat.

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Mind Reader - Dean x reader

Imagine: Dean, your crush, takes a potion to read minds in order to solve the case you’re working on. However, your thoughts are too loud and dirty for him to ignore.

Characters: Dean, Sam and reader.

Warnings: A few dirty thoughts and a bit of fluff, I’m sure you can handle it.

Word count: 2,934

A/N: Yes, I interrupted the Sam spam for this but I couldn’t help myself. I was watching TV with my brothers and I saw this guy who could read minds (on a cartoon) and thought “this one could work” and I couldn’t imagine it with anyone else but Dean. 

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**The dialogs written in italics are thoughts.

None of you were sure the spell would work, but Dean took it anyways. You were hunting down a vengeful spirit, even had a few guesses on whose bones to burn, but no one in that goddamn town dared to say anything; they covered each other up. Therefore, when Sam suggested that one of them took a mind-reading spell to see if that worked, Dean didn’t thought twice.

“Feel anything?” Sam asked. Dean shook his head.

“It tastes like crap.” Dean complaint.

“Maybe because it does have crap.” You muttered and Dean almost fainted at the thought. Sam chuckled and palmed his brother’s back.

“Easy there, Dean. Don’t throw it up, maybe it ends up working.” Sam said and his brother nodded.

After a few hours of waiting, Dean was positive that the spell hadn’t worked at all. Sam and you groaned and went back to doing research, looking for something else to make the natives speak. Dean walked toward the mini bar at the hotel room and kneeled down to grab a beer, everything was fine until he heard a voice on his head.

Is it bad that I like his ass so much? I mean, just look at it, he fills his jeans perfectly.” It was your voice, “And oh my God, his eyes are so pretty, like how can someone have that colour of green… ugh… You’re wandering again (Y/N). Maybe if he wasn’t that handsome I could focus on the research, poor Sam is doing the whole work again… Fuck Dean Winchester and his fucking perfect ass and eyes and… Oh yes, fuck him, I want to…” Dean blushed fifty shades of red and snapped his head at you. “Oh fuck, he’s looking over. Act normal, (Y/N).” You looked down at you laptop and started reading the text in front of you.

Ugh, they’re doing it again.” Now it was Sam’s voice, “Their eye sex thing is killing me. Next time I’ll get my own room… I’m sick of those two, why don’t they kiss already? They’re both stubborn asses, maybe I should find a way of getting them together.” Dean stood up and drank his beer completely before speaking.

“Um… My head aches, I’m going to sleep early… Er… (Y/N), are you sharing bed with me or with Sam?” The hunter asked, barely looking into your eyes.

YOU, PLEASE, YOU OH MY GOD. I don’t know, Dean. Whatever you guys want. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch especially if you’re by my side… For God’s sake, control yourself (Y/N)!” You replied calmly, although your thoughts were beginning to become dirty.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d rather have you share bed with her maybe the proximity will convince you to stop being an ass and confess your feelings for her” Sam gave Dean his best puppy eyes.

YES! YES! Good job, moose! That’s why you’re the smart one!” Dean furrowed at your thoughts.

“Hey!” He bursted offended and you and Sam gave him a curios look. “Sorry, the spell is playing with my brain… I thought I heard (Y/N) say I… I smell like… Never mind.” Dean stuttered.

If only! You smell like whiskey and leather and… Okay, calm down, breathe. Oh wow, well I was actually thinking that we could search for a truth potion… Like the one in Harry Potter?” You explained.

Liar. Oh yeah, sure… You look for that, I’m off to bed.” Dean excused himself and left. His head ached so much he fell asleep almost instantly, and didn’t wake up until two hours later when you joined him.

Oh my God, he looks so cute when he sleeps. Fuck, you woke him up! Shhh Dean, it’s me. Sorry I woke you, go back to sleep.” Dean nodded and relaxed again, unconsciously pulling an arm around you. “Yeah, I can definitely get used to this… Hell, I would kill to have this daily! Good night, Dean.”

The next morning, Dean woke up first. He was glad to be able to breath without your thoughts smashing inside his brain. He took a quick shower and, by the time he came out, you and Sam were already awake.

Hottie! Morning, Dean.” You said, brushing your hair in front of a mirror close to the bathroom door.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He replied, walking past you to leave a small kiss on your cheek.

OMG Dead, I’m so dead… He can call me sweetheart any time he wants… Although he already does that, but yeah.” You smiled at him like that was the most normal thing to do in the world and kept brushing your hair until it looked like you wanted.

Great, they’re doing it again. You might as well just have kissed her on the lips, jackass! Moring, Dean. Like, you’re so comfortable flirting with girls, why don’t you ask her out already?” Sam said with his usual morning voice.

“Hey, lil bro.” Dean cheered.

You big goofball, I can’t believe I took advice from you! That’s why I never got a decent girlfriend. You suck at girls, did you know that? You’re acting weird, are you okay? Or did you have a wet dream of (Y/N) again? It would be a lot better to do it in real life you know?” Sam inquired, frowning at his brother’s strange behaviour. Dean was smiling like an idiot.

“I’m great, Sam! Except…” Dean leaned closer to his brother, “I don’t like to be called a big goofball, I think asshole describes me better.” Dean whispered, winking his eye at his brother. Sam’s eyes opened widely.

Oh, crap.” Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought when the spell started working.” Sam started opening his mouth to ask questions, except that Dean could read his mind and answered before Sam could even finish formulating the question. “I got it yesterday… Yes, I heard everything… No, I won’t tell you what I heard… I didn’t hear anything while you two slept, why are you so worried about that? Oh, that’s disgusting, bro.” Before Sam could ask more, you joined them.

“Hey, boys! Is everything okay? Sam looks weird, what’s up with him… Maybe Dean, oh Dean, told him a dirty joke and… dirty…” Both brothers looked at you. Dean had a dirty smirk on his lips while Sam was looking as pale as a ghost.

“The spell worked.” Sam simply said and your mind stopped thinking. Your cheeks blushed red for a split second and you had to shake your head in order to dissimulate.

“Really? Fuck!” You asked, trying to act as normal as possible.

“Really, sweetheart.” Dean replied, dragging the last word seductively. This time, the blush on your cheeks appeared redder, there was no way in hell you could cover it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck… Since when?” You asked, moving your head so that your hair fell and dissimulated your redness.

“Last night.” Dean had a very cheeky smile on his face, which only made it a hundred times worse because you knew very well what you had been thinking about.

I’m screwed, like super screwed. Oh crap; shut up, he can hear us… you… me… whatever, shut up. That’s great! We can now interrogate the locals and finish this case.” Dean chuckled and licked his lips.

“Oh for God’s sake, would you stop? It’s making me uncomfortable. Dean just buckle up and tell her…” Sam rolled his eyes and Dean snapped his head towards his brother.

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean said, “I’m going to get suited up and then we can go back to interrogate.” Dean winked at you and walked over to his duffel bag, grabbing his suit and locking himself in the bathroom. Your mind had been silent until then.

“What the actual fuck, Sam?” You whispered and Sam shrunk his shoulders.

“I don’t know… He won’t tell me what he heard and… I don’t know; just try not to think much until the effect is over.” He advised and you gave him a death glare.

“Oh yeah, sure. I’ll just turn my mind off, no big deal!” You replied sarcastically.

“Just, try to.” Sam insisted and you nodded. Dean came out of the bathroom, with his suit on and his hair fixed in place.

How ho… How excited I am for finishing this case! Really, (Y/N)? Omg shut up!” You thought and Dean laughed, he obviously heard you.

“Ready, Sam? Sweetheart?” Dean asked, again dragging the word on purpose.

“Sure!” Sam and you both said, stiffening and giving Dean a forced smile.


You were now on the car, listening to The Doors play swiftly on the radio.

Don’t you love her ways? Tell me what you say. Don’t you love her madly? Wanna be her daddy?You sang in your head, “Why doesn’t anyone love me like that? Is it because I’m weird? Maybe that’s why I’m such a perverted… If I had had a few more boyfriends in high school… Nah, Dean had a lot of hook ups and girlfriends and he’s still a dirty bastard.”

“I heard that!” Dean spoke and you let your head fall on the edge of the window, hitting your forehead.

Sam had chosen to read during the whole trip, that way his mind would be focused on images, which Dean couldn’t see, instead of thinking.

Yup, Sam is very smart… I wish I had brought a book… Ugh, stop thinking!” You groaned. Dean laugh filled the car. “What are you laughing at?” You asked Dean, leaning over to be closer to him.

“Oh nothing, just you trying to stop your loud mind to stop thinking.” Dean mocked.

“It’s not funny!” You argued in a childish tone.

“Yes it is! We can never get you to stop talking; I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to shut up your own mind.” Dean laughed again.

Do I speak a lot? Is that why nobody likes… SHUT UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, (Y/N)” Dean laughed again. “Stop it, Dean!” You pouted and Dean turned to look at you, his green eyes hypnotizing you for a second.

“I don’t think so… Sweetheart.” You blushed heavily and pressed you back to the seat, looking out to the window in order to let your blush fade. Dean chuckled and focused back on the road.


The interrogations were so easy for Dean, he ended up doing them alone. Sam and you just stood behind him while he and the suspect sat at the metal table to talk.

“So, Mr. Collins, where were you the night the murders took place?” Dean asked in his FBI agent voice.

“I was at home Queen’s crown pub, with Phyllis.” The last suspect was a lot dumber than the first three Dean had interrogated already.

“Right, and what did you order to drink.” Sam smirked, knowing his brother was about to close the case.

“A pint of… wait what? He discovered you, he know you and Phyllis were lovers” Dean leaned back on his chair.

“Sir, we know you and the victim were lovers, also that you too were at the Queen’s crown pub. What I don’t know is who killed Mr. Winston, any ideas?” Dean had his eyebrow lifted, you swore the suspect was about to pee himself.

“I know nothing! Phyllis did I swear! I’m innocent because Phyllis killed his husband! Please let me go!” Dean chuckled.

“Thank you for your time, sir. You’re free to go.” Dean got up and guided the man out of the room, closing the door quickly. “So, Collins and Phyllis are lovers, Phyllis kills his husband and then the dead husband comes back and kills Phyllis; afterwards, he goes to slaughter Jon, Phyllis best friend who also happens to be the one who introduced Collins to Phyllis. Then the ghost attacks Collins but he manages to escape… Now, I calculate we have like three hours before it attacks again.” Dean sounded like the cops on TV, so smart and so hot.

Fuck me. Good, we already know where the husband is, so let’s go. He is so hot while he’s suited up and acting like a real life cop… SHUT THE FUCK UP” The brothers nodded and the three of you walked towards the door, Sam walked out first and Dean kept the door open for you to cross it.

“Before I forget: thanks.” Dean winked and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I never liked being suit up but I guess I do, in fact, look hot.” You blushed instantly and walked out of the door, looking down to the floor not daring to meet those green eyes ever again.


After the easiest salt and burn on Earth, the Winchesters and you came back to the motel to spend the night before driving to the bunker the next morning.

“Um… I’m hungry, I’ll go get something to eat.” Sam said and both Dean and you nodded. “Make your move now or I swear I will tell her when I come back.” Dean pulled his middle finger out for Sam before he left.

“So, you’ve been quiet. Managed to control your mind, already?” Dean asked, walking over to your shared bed, where you were laying playing on your phone.

“Yeah, I guess I found a way of shutting me up.” You chuckled.

“That’s a shame; I really liked hearing all those dirty thoughts about me.” Dean laughed and, once again, your cheeks turned bright red. “You’re pretty when you blush, you know that?” You grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it, your mind started talking again.

Fuck, fuck, fuck did he really just say that?”

“Yes, babe, I really did.”

Babe? Fuck! Shut up, okay shut up, you can do it.”

“Please don’t.” Dean whispered, pulling the pillow away from your red face. He moved your chin forward as he scooted closer.

He’s getting close; omg is he really going to….”

“Yes.” He said and captured your lips with his.

Oh my…” Your mind stopped talking; every thought was shaken and thrown again by Dean’s lips.

You grabbed his shirt between your fists and pulled him even closer. He was literally above you, kissing you like no one else had ever kissed you before. His tongue didn’t let a single inch of your mouth unexplored, and his lips moved in perfect sync with yours. You were in heaven. Suddenly, a terrible idea invaded your mind.

Maybe he just wants a one night thing… Do you really want that? You would never feel the same around him and maybe it’ll screw up everything… Just…” Dean broke the kiss and stared into your just opened eyes.

“Don’t think that, (Y/N). Don’t ever think that, ever again.” His voice sounded somehow sad.

“Dean, I…” You started but he interrupted.

“I’ve had feelings for you from the second I laid eyes on you. Sam has been ranting about how much of an ass I am for not telling you and he even left us alone for me to make a move. You’re not a one night thing, you’re not even a two month thing… I want everything with you.” You shivered at his confession. His eyes were watery and he looked so vulnerable.

“Dean…” You whispered and pulled him closer to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was sweeter, more romantic and it lasted hours. You would only break it to get air and then immediately get back at it.

I will definitely get my own room next time. Although, I’m glad the old man finally got her.” Dean broke the kiss and snapped his head to the door where Sam was standing awkwardly.

“Who are you calling old man, bitch?” Dean asked, acting like he was offended.

“You, jerk.” Sam chuckled and the three of you laughed.

Dean helped you up from bed and led you to the table, where Sam had placed the food he had bought in. You all sat down and had dinner before going to bed. It was the best night ever; you could finally cuddle Dean without worrying if you were being too obvious and the fact that you could now kiss him anytime just took a big frustration of your shoulders.


The next morning, you were packing up our stuff. Dean and you sharing glances from across the room; you were thinking loudly on purpose, trying to tease Dean.

You know, when I pushed you to confess your feelings to her, I was thinking this whole eye fucking thing would stop, but now it’s worse.” Sam complained loudly.

“Shut up, Sam. I’m trying to listen to my girl.” Dean punched his brother’s shoulder and looked back at you. A smile formed on your lips at the sound of him calling you his girl.

You know, when we get to the bunker we should do that thing where…” You started, but suddenly Dean stopped listening. It took him five seconds to notice that the effect of the spell had passed.

“No! No! God, no!” He shouted and you immediately changed your flirty smirk to an embarrassed one, thinking that the thing you suggested was way past Dean’s limits. “I can’t hear you anymore!” Dean pouted and you relaxed. Sam laughed loudly and his brother gave him a death glare.

“Poor thing.” You mocked, “You’ll have to guess what I’m thinking from now on.” You winked and grabbed your bag, walking out of the room sassily.

“Good luck with that, man.” Sam chuckled and he too left the room.

“Son of a bitch…” Dean mouthed.

What a fun ride that was going to be.

ayahina headcanon & flowers🌸

*elevator music playing in the background*

I thought about writing this but I’m not sure if I will, so for now, I will write a small headcanon because I need to share this or it will die in my throat. 

so, we all know that Hinami is now the mischevious fairy, and she likes flowers. She likes flowers a lot. She’s also the light of Goat, bringing coffee to everyone when they are tired from work, or just offering them encouraging words to cheer them up when hope seems lost. She’s that spark of life inside a place that sometimes gets darker than death, and everyone’s faces brighten a bit more every time she’s near. So whilst everybody are working hard and making plans and being busy, Hinami likes to buy flowers and give them to everyone while no one’s looking. She would buy different types of flowers depending on each person—hydrangeas for Touka, roses for Tsukiyama, etc etc—she would place a couple flowers inside Touka’s empty cups so she would find them inside at the time of making coffee. She likes to place random flowers on Tsukiyama’s head when he’s sleeping. She gives Naki and Miza the same kind of flowers (wink wink) and hides white flowers inside Kaneki’s mask/books—which is super cool because then the mask and books smell delicious. So, one day, Ayato was kinda bored.

“Ugh, what a shitty day, there’s nothing to do.”

but Touka looks at him with that bitchy-sassy Kirishima expression. 

“There’s nothing to do, huh? then be useful for once and go buy me some coffee beans.”

“Huh? No way. Ask the four-eyes idiot to do it.”

then beautiful Hinami magically appears, hearing the conversation, and she’s like “oh! are you going out? let’s go together! I ran out of flowers, I have to buy more.”

And Ayato is like, “w-what? but—”

Hinami grabs him by the arm, dragging him out of the store and Touka huffs, staring at the way Ayato follows Hinami with no objections. She sighs, resuming her work, while Ayato follows an eager Hinami way to the flower shop. Once they arrive, Ayato blurts out a sigh and says “ugh, Hinami… what are we even doing here…”

but Hinami keeps walking and taking a closer look at each flower.

“I want to buy the same flowers for onee-chan and onii-chan this time, but I’m not sure which ones should I choose.”

Ayato kinda giggles like pffff, good luck with that, and he follows her super bored because he thinks the flower shop is stupid until Hinami screams, making him jump in his place, and she grabs a flower and shows it to him super excited.

“Look! It looks like a rabbit!”

Ayato frowns, looking at the flower. It kinda looks like a rabbit, the petals imitating the large and fluffy ears, but he shrugs still. He doesn’t get it.

“So what?”

She gasps, overwhelmed.

“What do you mean by so what? It means that it’s your flower! Come on, let’s buy these instead.”

“Hina, what the hell, don’t—”

She obviously doesn’t listen, she pays for the flowers and once they leave the shop, she starts taking some flowers out of the bouquet and tells Ayato to hold the bag for a second.

“What are you doing?”

“Stay still,” she responds, and Ayato paralyzes when her hands travel to his mussed hair. “I’m gonna make you a crown.”

Ayato’s body quivers and stares at her like crazy.

“What the fuck—”

“Ayato, behave!” she scolds. She doesn’t like when he cusses. “It’s just a crown.”

He tries to pull away, snorting.

“Hinami—f-fuck… stop it, everyone’s watching us!” the boy is in pain. “I’m gonna look like an idiot!”

And people was already staring at them. 

“Okay, okay!” she gives up, sighing in frustration. “No crown. Just rabbit ears.”

“Are you fucking kidd—”

“Ayato,” she warns, looking serious as hell. “Rabbit ears.” 

After an intense gaze that lasts for almost twelve seconds, Ayato sighs, cheeks dyeing red, and murmurs a sheepish and stilled “okay.”

Hinami smiles brightly and she’s like YAAAAAAY and Ayato’s heart stops and she turns the flowers into beautiful bunny ears that decorate Ayato’s head. “You look so cute,” she finishes, proud of herself, and Ayato can’t find the courage to answer, he’s way too embarrassed to even look at her in the eyes.

They leave to buy the coffee beans and once he has forgotten that he has rabbit ears on top of his head, he looks at her.

“What about your flowers?”

“What do you mean?”

“You are picking up different flowers for everyone like a psycho. But which ones are your flowers?”

She smiles, and her fingers travel to the pretty hairband decorating her hair.

“Clovers,” she answers, like sharing a powerful secret. “I like the white four-leaf clovers, but those are hard to find, I haven’t seen them in that store.”

Ayato doesn’t reply, and once they arrive at :re again, Ayato has to deal with Touka and Nishiki mocking at his rabbit ears. 

BUAHAHHAHA, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH YOUR HA—”

“SHUT UP!” 

two days later, after staying up till late helping Miza with some stuff, Hinami went to sleep and stood in bed all day until afternoon, feeling the sunlight caressing her cheeks through the window. She blinked a couple times, sighing, and when she opened her eyes, she found a small bouquet of white clovers with four leafs on top of the pillow, right in front of her face. With drowsy eyes, her fingers grabbed the flowers, suddenly remembering her previous confession to Ayato days ago. Her heart fluttered a little, and placed the flowers against nose, smelling the sweet fragrance. 

Her lips curve into a beautiful smile as her eyes fall shut again.

The Criminal

“You won’t believe the day I have had!” Itachi threw his keys on the coffee table before sitting right next to Shisui, immediately wrapping his arms around the older Uchiha’s torso. “It was terrible and humiliating and ugh!”

“I haven’t heard the ‘ugh’ for a while now, did you get scolded by somebody at work?”

“No, it is worse…” Itachi sighed exhaustively.

“Tell me about it, I locked myself outside the car with the car keys in the fucking car” Shisui shook his head.

“Did you guys have such an awful day too? The idiot assistant changed the code of the safe…and forgot what it was”

“Wow, the save with all those private papers? That is terrible” Shisui said as Madara nodded and sat down.

“Did you manage to open it?” Itachi asked.

“Actually…it is a funny story, I came across that blond brat and he…he cracked the safe open” both Shisui’s and Itachi’s eyes widened.

“Naruto?” Shisui asked.

“Yeah, that guy, I said I owed him one”  Madara waved it off, but wasn’t aware of the coincidence.

“He cracked open my car when I locked myself out” Shisui said.

“He cracked the lock of Suké’s apartment” Itachi said, both Shisui and Madara turned their heads at Itachi with a strange look, “I left my…stethoscope at his place, I don’t have a key…because he…never gave me…a key” Itachi looked away.

“Why don’t you begin with your story…?”

Oxoxoxox

*The apartment*

“Come on, come on” Itachi tapped his foot on the ground, “Pick up, pick up…”

“This is the voicemail of-”

“Fuck!” Itachi kicked the tire of his car before turning his head towards the apartment block. He put the phone against his ear. “Suké, it is me again…I need you to pick up alright? This is important, it is…about…that…thing…I left…in your apartment, anyway, call me back” Itachi sighed, looking at the screen of his phone for two whole minutes.

“If it isn’t Uchiha Itachi, are you here for your boyfriend?” Itachi immediately felt a vein pop in his head.

“I don’t have time to beat you up, Uzumaki” Itachi stated as he angrily turned around.

“I was going to ask how you were doing, but I already know the answer; moody” Naruto sat down on a pole. “I wish I could help cheer you up…”

“Unless you can magically make a masterkey appear in your hands, I don’t know what use you are to me” Itachi scoffed.

“I don’t have a masterkey” Naruto lowered his head, “But…you do”  Itachi frowned by Naruto’s words “Your hairpin, dattebayo”

“Tch, that stupid shit that only works in movies”

“Fifty bucks says I can help you sneak in your boyfriend’s apartment by just using that hairpin”

“I am not going to give you fifty bucks so you can buy pot”

“Hey, I am clean, as for you…you are trying to sneak inside your boyfriend’s apartment, well, I am not going to question-”

“I left…my…stethoscope, a very good one! I need it back…for work” Itachi folded his arms, “I tried contacting him, but he isn’t picking up”

“You guys have been together for about a year, no house key exchange?” Naruto asked.

“My relationship is none of your business” Itachi tone sounded harsh. He looked away, “He has only one spare key, I think his sister has it”

“Don’t worry Itachi, I will help you” Naruto stood up.

“What do you want for it in return? I mean…If you really can get me in”

“No worries, we are practically family, dattebayo” Naruto had this smirk face and Itachi gave him the most confused look his face could possible make.  “Let’s say you owe me one” Naruto said.

“…Fine” Itachi sighed, getting the hairpin out of his hair and handing it to Naruto.  “Fourth floor room 483, and no I am not giving any painkillers as rewards”  Itachi walked inside the apartment block while Naruto followed.

“It won’t be some medical issue, I can tell you that upfront, it will probably be something…precious” Naruto scoffed when he reached the door. “This is too easy, it is like shooting a baby through the head”

“Why is every brat using that expression? That’s not how it goes” Itachi threw his hands in the air. First Sasuke, now this idiot. What is wrong with this generation?

“I am sure Sasuke says that all the time, you know he can’t say piece of cake because last time he baked something I ended up in the hospital” Naruto knelt down and took the hairpin from Itachi.

“Actually, Sasuke mentioned your mom said to put walnuts in it, so actually the real mastermind behind your almost death is your own mother”

“Ha, in that case you two have a lot in common” Naruto stood up and pushed the door, opening the room. “Told you I could do it”

“I am too relieved to question why you are able to pick locks”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell” Naruto said.

“You…stay here!” Itachi rushed inside, immediately going to the bathroom and picking up what appeared to be a set of clothes, he tried to push it in his bag before hearing a cough behind him. “I told you stay in front of the door…” Itachi said, closing his eyes as if he was busted by police with the possession of drugs.

“So…Sasuke’s clothes?” Naruto leaned against the door frame, recognising the black hoodie all too well. It was the item of clothing Sasuke wore the most.

“…I…borrowed it and it is really none of your concern” Itachi said, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, I know I am blond, but if those clothes are here and you went home that night…it means you had…clothes on…which means…you had some nasty use for those clothes-”

“I am not confirming…anything, I simply…borrowed…some clothes, now…fuck off…before I kill you” Itachi put the clothes in his bag before turning around and walked out of the room, stopping right next to Naruto to whisper: “And we will never…never…talk about it again”

“One last thing, don’t you want to pick up Sasuke’s glasses on the night stand or are you just going to leave them?”

“…I am just…yeah…” Itachi walked back inside the room to fetch the glasses. “Not a word” Itachi repeated as he walked out of the apartment. Naruto followed him all the way to the elevator.

“There is just one thing bothering me, dattebayo”

“No questions!” Itachi hissed.

“I just…can’t imagine…Sasuke’s clothes actually fitting Suké…” Naruto looked confused at the elevator door closing. The ride down was silent and Itachi didn’t walk out right away when the doors opened.

“It is because…he is not the one wearing them” Itachi answered, causing Naruto to gasp.

“I am awkwardly turned on, dattebayo” Naruto stated as Itachi shook his head and walked out of the elevator, leaving the blond there. “Remember, you owe me one”

Oooxoxoxo

“Yeah, that was basically the whole story” Itachi sighed.

“Do you have it back?” Shisui asked

“What?” Itachi asked

“The stethoscope…” Madara reminded him.

“Was it lost? I mean…yes, yes of course!” Itachi folded his arms and looked away. “Anyway…what about your story?”

“Mine?” Madara asked, “Well, there is not much to it…really…”

Oxoxoxxox

*the safe*  

“You did what?!” Madara flipped his desk, causing the men in the chair to scream like little girls. “The fuck am I supposed to do now?! I gave you one fucking job!”

“You assigned him exactly 6 tasks” The assistant muttered, holding the clipboard against his chest.

“It is an honest mistake!” The man said.

“No, it is not! I could tell a baby to memorise four fucking digits, why can’t you!?”

“Babies, can’t even talk” The assistant cleared his throat.

“You know how a safe works? It has 10 digits and do you know how many possibilities it will leave me with? 9 TIMES 9 TIMES 9 TIMES 9! Yes, my loser idiot, dyscalculia, little brother can even do that kind of math!”

“I am deeply sorry!” The man said, looking at the ground. Madara sighed and sat back down.

“What done is done…” He said, rolling his chair towards the window and opening it.

“Boss…couldn’t you have had that reaction of acceptance before you flipped the table?” The assistant asked.

“It is called the stages of grief, anger is one of them!” Madara said.

“Hey Madara!” The Uchiha looked surprised at the pavement, seeing a little blond dot.

“Oh, that idiot…” Madara commented.  “Hey!”

“I couldn’t help hearing you scream! Everything alright?!” Naruto shouted.

“Some idiot forgot the combination of the new safe!”

“Oh! That sucks…! What type is it?!”

“Like I know!” Madara shouted back.

“Hey! I think I might be able to crack it! Dattebayo!” The blond shouted.

“What are you?! A criminal?!” Madara asked.

“I am not answer those questions without my attorney present!”  Naruto shouted, causing Madara to laugh. He indicated for Naruto to come up before turning his chair.

“I like that brat, he has guts, my sense of humour” Madara said, leaning back in the chair, “Why was I mad again?”

“The safe”

“Right!” Madara said, but then got distracted after seeing the door of the office open.

“How did that even happen?” Naruto asked as he walked inside. “Hey, I am Naruto” Naruto introduced himself to the two strangers in the room.

“Nice meeting you” The assistant says, shaking his hand before leaning towards Madara, “How do you know him?”

“He is like a friend of my youngest brother…I am not sure what they are…”

“Let me see the safe, maybe I can crack it!” Naruto said and then followed the other guy, followed by Madara and his assistant. “Oooh, that is hella easy!” Naruto put his backpack down and grabbed a stethoscope.

“Do you just walk around with that?” Madara asked.

“Nah, I came across Itachi…I…borrowed it from him” Naruto turned his head to Madara and smirked. “Sort of” He knelt down and within 20 minutes, Naruto opened the safe.

“0308, that is your code, but you might wanna get changed now” Naruto stood up.

“You are amazing!” Madara said, looking impressed.

“…Isn’t it questionable why a teenager…know how to crack a safe?” The assistant asked. Madara frowned and looked at Naruto.

“If  you are involved in some criminal organisation…I am not telling you to stop, I am telling you to stay the fuck away from Sasuke”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell” Naruto chuckled.

“Is there anything I can do for…for kinda…saving my ass~” The man tapped Naruto’s arm with his elbow.

“You can take a mint, dattebayo” Naruto commented, making the other chuckle.

“But he is right, if there anything-”

“Aaah stop it, Madara, we are practically family, let’s say you owe me one, dattebayo!”

‘Sure, but as a bonus, I will let you take this notebook for five minutes with all the dirt on…”

Oxoxoxoxox

Madara cleared his throat.

“Dirt on…the…President!” He looked at Itachi, who just kept staring ahead of him.

“Little bitch stole my stethoscope…” He stated.

“Yeah, you lied to us about it” Shisui said.

“It is weird…how does he know how to break a lock, crack a safe…dude…that kid is bad news” Madara said.

“Look at you, caring about your youngest brother”

“Owh, Sasuke will be fine…I am not worried about him” Madara stated.

“Maybe he was like one of those criminals…maybe he changed” Shisui said.

“At least he is nice enough to help us” Madara said.

“Yeah, I guess my story is up next”

Oxoxox

“Fuck, why did I stop for coffee on the way?! Why didn’t I wait in line for ten minutes to get the damn coffee…I couldn’t walk away once I stood in line…the time waited would have been for nothing!” Shisui hissed to himself as he grabbed the latte and opened the door of the car, slamming it behind him. He stood still for a moment before slowly turning his head around, seeing his bag with the important papers in it, still in the passenger seat.

“…No…no…” He pulled the handle several times, but the door was locked and the keys were still inside. “No, no! Damn the garage and their stupid replacement car!” Shisui kicked the tire, but in the process dropped his latte. He started at the disposable cup with utterly displeasure in his eyes.

“Why.Am.I.Fucking.Alive” Shisui sulked.

“Shisui?”

“Naruto, hey! What…what are you doing here?” Shisui asked.

“I was walking by…you seem in distress, dattebayo”

“I am late for a meeting and…the papers are in my car…that’s locked…”Shisui stared at the window, “And I dropped my latte”

“That is worse than the important papers in the car” Naruto walked towards Shisui, looking at the car. “That is an old car”

“The garage lent it to me until they fix mine”

“I might be able….To open it” Naruto said cracking his fingers.

“You can?”

“I can give it a try, you are look out, make sure no cop sees me-”

“Naruto, it is my car-”

“Owh…they won’t believe you when you are with me…dattebayo” Naruto muttered grabbing something from his bag. Shisui swallowed, looking around the parking lot.

“Done!” Naruto stood up and opened the door to grab the keys and bag. He handed them to Shisui.

“Thank you so much! Ah Uzumaki, I owe you one” Shisui embraced Naruto,dropping his bag in the process.  Naruto laughed and picked it up, but he remained quiet when holding a book. He looked back up at Shisui who cleared his throat.

“That…that is…from a friend” Shisui stated.

“Yeah…I choose to believe that, dattebayo…”

Oxoxoxoxox

“He is a born criminal” Itachi said.

“Am I the only one imagining Sasuke as Britney Spears singing Criminal?” Shisui asked.

“No, now I do too!” Madara said. Both shared a look before the door of the living room opened.

“Hey, you are all home early” Sasuke walked to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of juice.

“Where are you going?” Itachi asked.

“Oh, Naruto is here, we are just going to my room”  

“…To do…what?” Shisui asked.

“I am going to grab some of my stuff…wait, I am going to stay over at his place, you know that, right?”

“NO!” Both Shisui and Itachi shouted.

“He said he asked each of you” Sasuke stated, causing all three to widened their eyes.

“Hey guys! You guys don’t mind if I steal him? Dattebayo” Naruto asked, smiling kindly…at first…that smiled turned into a smirk. “I did ask each of you” He wrapped an arm around Sasuke’s waist, pulling him a little closer, “I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t for my parents leaving tonight-”

“Absolutely not!” Itachi shouted.

“Is this what you mean with something precious!?” Shisui added, “Itachi was right about you!”

“What are they talking about?” Sasuke looked at Naruto.

“Ooh, you guys came clean to one another? Oh, I guess Itachi stealing Sasuke’s clothes for the roleplay with his boyfriend had to come into discussion, and Madara’s notebook filled with dirt on each of your siblings, not to mention the book Shisui was reading  “Fifty shades of grey” and “Laws regarding incest”, I figured it was only for the best to talk about it openly…instead of keeping…secrets…dattebayo”

“Look at him” Madara shook his head, but there was a proud smirk spread across his lips, “We cock block him and he stabs us all in the back…you have balls, Uzumaki”

“You guys…” Sasuke’s voice sounded dangerously low, catching all attention in the room. He cracked his fingers. “Let’s talk in an old fashioned way about what is morally good…and bad”

“Well, guess I have to go then! Seems you have to work stuff out! But I will see you guys…you all…do owe one” He winked before leaving the room.

“That son of a bitch” Shisui shook his head, “He set us up…like a real lawyer, I gotta admit…he did get us”

“I still fucking hate him” Itachi sounded pissed.

special thanks to @failureoftheyear for editing~

Request! A Familiar Face

This is a request for ANONIMOUS! Thank you for dropping this by! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by britishfryes

“Hey, boss! Good to have you here!”
I was tired and beat from the hassle it was to deliver that chump of John to Freddy but I wasn’t going to let my boys down after telling them we would meet here at the pub to get a drink which I really needed. I had to catch a break too.
“Hey, how are…”
I stopped short when I saw my girlfriend sitting at the bar with a fellow Rook laughing away and even putting a hand on his back. Who did he think he was? And wasn’t she supposed to be waiting for me in her house? 
Ignoring the greetings of everyone, I pushed myself around and sat down on the stool next to her seeing her ignore me and kept laughing.
“Am I interrupting?” I managed to say calmly.
The guy next to her moved his head to the side and gave me a wide smile with a nod. “How are you, Mister Frye?”
“Not as good as you, I suppose.” I replied.
She turned around and gasped as she saw me, her big eyes widening at my presence.
“Jacob! I..I didn’t know you were coming back so soon! I’m sorry.” She glanced at me and then back at him.
“Here you go, sir.” A cool pint was handed to me which I took a long drink out of, momentarily numbing my growing anger.
“If you want, we can go right now. Let me just…” She started.
“Oh, please,” I put a hand on her tense shoulder, “don’t rush, sweetheart. You can keep talking. I’m in no hurry.”
“Please, sir. We don’t want to keep you waiting.” The guy said.
I was already visualizing how smug his face would look with a purple eye I wanted to give him but seeing how tired I was, all I did was force a smile and stared ahead. It was incredible this bloke was still seating here after obviously seeing I wasn’t happy to have him near and much less to my girl.
“So, how did it go?” She asked me.
I shrugged and took another drink. “Well, I’m here.”
“But, are you alright? You look serious.” She commented and leaned in closer. “Are you sure you don’t want us to go? I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you in my house but I met up with Tony and he said you would show up here so I decided to wait with him.”
I laughed. “Oh, so the gentleman has a name?”
Her eyes grew and she grimaced. Tony, as she had called the puny man, raised a brow and looked down. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction.
“Jacob, what are you talking about? Be nice.” She hissed.
“Have I told you how much I love it when you talk to me like that?” I leaned in and gave her a kiss, my eyes on Tony the whole time.
“What you said wasn’t funny. Don’t bring your problems over to us, Jacob.”
“You hear that, lad? The lady over here is defending you over me, her boyfriend. How romantic is that?”
“Romantic?” She asked surprised.
“I think I’m going to be outside playing with the boys.” Tony suddenly said and stood up. 
I could tell I had offended him and saw how he walked outside of the pub with his head hung low. He wasn’t worthy of my green uniform.
“Happy now? Why the hell did you do that for? Tony wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
“Oh, he was just simply entertaining you while I was over there trying not to get killed. How sweet of the lady to be with him while her boyfriend is out there making sure he gets back to her inside of this pub and having some drinks. Hahaha, what fun.”
Her angled brows stitched together. “I don’t know what got into you today but I sure hope it goes away because even you can’t stand how annoying you sound.”
“I love you too.” I told her through gritted teeth.
“Ugh!” Was all she said.
It was obvious this would end up in an argument so I simply stared back at the shelves of bottles and felt her stand up and walk out, as well. She knew that I didn’t like to see her with other men and there she was, leaving me to be with him. Oh no, this wasn’t going to stay like this.
Briskly, I drank the last of my pint, feeling its sour flavor rush to my head and dashed out to see her shouting and clapping at a nearby block where some of my men were playing a game of soccer.
As I got closer, I saw Tony glancing at her and giving her a thumbs-up sign that she returned eagerly.
“Go get it, Tony! You can do it!”
My fists balled at how happy she sounded. I had let her be with my Rooks but never had she gotten close to a single one of them so what was the big fuzz with this one? He had nothing compared to me.
“Having too much fun, aren’t we?”
“Are you going to continue being a bug?” She asked without brushing off her smile at him.
“Alright, that’s enough.” I snarled and turned her to me.
My hands tightened at her arms and I pulled her to me, seeing a sudden look of fright in her soft face. A look that I hoped he was also looking at.
“What game are you playing at, huh? Tell me.” 
“Ugh,” she turned her face away from mine, “what’s your problem? This isn’t you, Jacob.”
My grasp on her got tighter. “Don’t tell me who I am, sweetheart. Just answer the question. What’s. Your. Game?”
But she didn’t say anything. All she did was manage to push me away and nervously glance at the guys who were now looking at us strangely and had stopped playing.
“Gentlemen, please!” I raised a hand. “Don’t stop! The lady and I are just having a chat. Go on, now.”
Not quite convinced but knowing better than to disobey, they turned back to their game slowly and soon enough were back to shouting happily like little boys. All except Tony, who was looking at me angrily.
“Hey, hey, hey,” I felt her grab my coat and pulled me back towards the pub, “you and I need to talk.”
Not before he sees this, though.
I spun her around and planted a kiss on her open mouth. She tried to pry off of me but I kept going, eager to feel her mouth on mine, until I felt her moving her lips with mine and her hands grasping the sleeves of my coat tightly; a sign I knew meant she was enjoying my kisses. And so was I but I had to stop when I felt myself growing at how rapidly we were going.
“I bet you that idiot of Tony will never kiss you like me.” I whispered.
A soft gasp escaped her and she pulled her head away, her breathing flustered and her expression dazed but soon looking normal.
“Wait,” she asked, “did you say Tony will not kiss me like you?”
“Or what? You think he can?”
She took a step back, looked up, down, at me, at the guys, back at me, and then she started laughing loudly.
“What’s so funny?” I asked annoyed.
“You,” she started, “you were thinking that Tony was what? My lover? My other boyfriend?”
“I just thought that he was an imbecile who was wanting to flirt with you. But let me tell you he’s doing a terrible job and that he can think about it twice before he comes back and tries to talk to you now.”
“Jacob Frye, how ridiculous you are.” She replied.
I didn’t say anything but was expecting an explanation. Had she just called me ridiculous?
“Tony!” She called out and waved a hand. “Come over here!”
Not having to be told twice, Tony bumped into her and stood by her side breathing hard.
“Jacob, this is Tony, my older brother and,” she looked at him, “Tony, this is Jacob Frye, your boss for the past two weeks that didn’t know you were my brother when that had been the first thing you told him.”
No wonder he looked familiar to me.
“Don’t be silly, sis! Mister Frye is a very intelligent man!” Tony happily said.
She shook her head and patted his back. “Oh, brother. If only you knew.”
Tony shook his head the saw way she had and went back to the field.
“Hey,” she walked up to me and hit my arm, “close your mouth or a fly might get inside.”
“You,” I hissed and pulled her back to me, “you made me look like an idiot in front of him.”
She giggled and put a hand on my cheek. I loved it when she grabbed my face but I kept my face straight, my gaze on her radiant beauty.
“Relax, love. Please don’t be angry.” She playfully said.
I didn’t move a muscle. I didn’t know whether I wanted to walk away and not see her for the rest of the week or take her to a nearby borough but she had to be punish.
“Jacob, are you really angry? Please, I don’t want to see you like that with me, I’m sorry.” She asked again, her voice smaller and looking genuinely concerned.
“Are you now?” I asked.
She nodded and caressed the scar in my brow. “Yes, I am.”
“I don’t think you really are.” I replied with a smile.
She immediately smiled back and wrapped her hands around my waist, looking up at me and pressing her head to my chest.
“How can I show you that I am?”
I chuckled. “You really want to know how you can show me, darling?”
“I’m all yours, Mister Frye. I can’t wait to show you how sorry I am, sir.”
“And I also can’t wait for you to show me,” I kissed her forehead, “let’s go, shall we?”
“Oh, yes. Let’s.”

@thepandadrawer, @xxhotpinkcloveriumxx, @nacre-spring, @phantomicangel

Pale Faced Boy- Take A Chance
Sunshine

A/N: Here you have the next chapter to Pale Faced Boy! Hope ya’ll’s like it.

The next morning I laid in bed, I had been tossing and turning all night. At some point I just gave up on trying to sleep. I stared up at the ceiling for hours, as my mind replayed the events of yesterday. For serving reason I couldn’t get that boy put of my head. I could see his grin perfectly in my mind as he said, “See you tomorrow, sunshine.” All I wanted to do was take that stupid, gorgeous smile and slap it off. Part of me didn’t want to go to school today knowing that he would more than likely be waiting for me. The other tiny part of me wanted to go and see him for some reason. What do I do? I haven’t had this much interaction with anyone besides my parents in a while and I’ve forgotten what it’s like being around people.

Truth is the last time I had a friend was in freshman year. We had been friends since third grade, and all through middle school. During the summer before we became freshman we had hung out quite a bit and then when school started we no longer had classes together, she started making other friends. I tried to make some too but as time went by they only wanted to be friends with her. They only wanted to eat with her, and because they were older, she lost interest in me. That was the day I realized I didn’t want to get that close to people again. They make you promises but they never hold up there end, so all that effort you had made for them eventually all goes to waste.

So now here I am stressing over whether or not I was gonna go to school and face Stiles. I sighed, and sat up while my alarm finally going off. I grabbed my phone turning off my alarm and looked at my notifications. I scrolled down seeing the comments likes and reblogs from the story I had updated and there had been quite a few of them. I smiled feeling content with the outcome, maybe one good thing has come out from this weirdness with that kid.

I kept scrolling down my notifications while walking to my bathroom to see that I had received two text messages. One was from my mom saying that she and dad would be out of town for a few weeks for work and the second one was from a number I didn’t recognized that read, Morning Sunshine, I knew exactly who it was. It was none other than Stiles Stilinski. I promptly texted back How did you get my number? I put my phone down on the counter of my bathroom, I began stripping down so I could take a shower when my phone buzzed again.

555-7603: I have my ways ;)

Me: I think it’s called stalking in the real world

555-7603: Ha ha you’re so funny . Are you coming to school today?

Me: Is it a school day?

555-7603: Yeah?

Me: I will be at school . Idiots these days I swear.

555-7603: Sunshine :( that hurt right in the feels. I just might cry.

I rolled my eyes smile ghosting upon my lips,I didn’t bother replying and took a well deserved shower. When I got out I grabbed my phone and walked into my semi messy room, I walked to my closet looking to see what I would wear today. I decided on a plain grey dress that fell mid thigh and a green and red plaid shirt tied around my waist. I put on a pair of black converse, threw my hair into a messy bun with a pair of earrings. I grabbed my phone, making sure to grab my headphones and backpack while walking out of my room. I passed by the kitchen grabbing a water bottle then made my way out the front door to my car.

I got into my beautiful black jeep wrangler turned it on to hear her purr softly, Oh how I love this car, I thought to myself. I plugged my phone into the aux cord playing a playlist I had made last night called Just Ugh, it fit perfectly to how I felt about Beacon Hills High, I pressed shuffle and reversed out of my driveway. As I got on to the main road Ride by Twenty One Pilots started playing, it brought a smile to my face.

“I just wanna stay in the sun where I find. I know it’s hard sometimes. Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind, I know it’s hard sometimes. Yeah, I think about the end just way too much, but it’s fun to fantasize. All my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was but it’s fun to fantasize. Oh, oh, I’m falling so I’m taking my time on my ride. Oh, I’m falling so I’m taking my time on my ride. Taking my time on my ride.“ I belted but when he started raping quickly I stopped singing and just listened happily, drumming my fingers to the beat on the steering wheel.

When the song ended I realized that I was half way to school, ugh am I right? I only got halfway through the next song before I pulled into the parking lot. I was about twenty minutes early which was nice because that meant I could organize my locker and my thoughts. I parked my car, grabbed my bag and headed into hell… I mean school. When I got to my locker, I opened it grabbing things that I would need for my next few classes.

I then tried to organize the miscellaneous things that were messy when suddenly a pair of hands covered my eyes. I felt a warm breath by my ear sending a shiver down my pine. As I struggled against these hands, I heard a voice say, "Guess who?” I have to be honest I screamed, as lame as that sounds. The hands immediately fell from my face,I was turned around to see Stiles laughing so hard he almost fell to the ground.

I punched his shoulder so hard he fell to the ground, I slammed my locker door closed and made my way to my first period class and of course I saw the one person I didn’t want to see, Lynn Grace, my former friend.

I stopped in my tracks looking at her, her face was plastered thickly with make up and she was wearing a pair of super short shorts and a low cut tank top, she had this surprised look on her face as I stood there. She quickly masked her reaction with a smug look. She walked down the stairs coming towards me leaving her friends, I was suddenly grateful that I had decided to look decent, to show her that I was fine without her.

“Well look who we have here, the high and mighty biatch who think she’s better than everyone. Definitely too good to talk to anyone, isn’t that right old friend? You’re so perfect that we peasants aren’t worth even talking to? Funny ‘cause I’m pretty sure I got hot and you’re just not. Who’s on top now?” She asked feeling confident.

“See that’s funny when you were the one who ditched me to be popular. It doesn’t really matter because the girl I made a promise to, doesn’t exist anymore. She was buried a long time ago under all that make up. I guess even that much make up can’t cover up the ugly inside of you. anymore. I don’t talk to you but that’s for obvious reasons. I doubt you could keep up with the conversations I tend to have. They’re quite intellectual and your boobs hanging out might distract you.” I gave her a pointed look at her shirt and she glanced down pulling her shirt up a little. I kept my facial expression blank, but inside all I wanted to do was run to my jeep and cry.

Suddenly Stiles appeared next to me he started to speak as put his arm around me, “Hey Sunshine,you waited-” I shifted my attention to Stiles my expression guarded, he noticed the change in my expression and his demeanor changed to a concerned one.

“I ditched you because you were no fun. You would rather write a story then go to a party, you had were such a dork, that when I saw my chance to move up to bigger and better things,I took it. I never wanted to be friends with you in the first place, the only reason I hung out with you is so that I could get rides home from school, that and my mom made me.” Lynn laughed. I have to admit that my heart cracked even more when she said those things. I looked around and noticed that a crowd had gathered around us.

His eyes squinted as he looked back in the direction I had been looking at and then back at me, he then glared at the girl I thought I knew, “You’re the one who lost out on the amazing person Sunshine is. You might see a dork, but I see someone who is strong and knows what she likes and what she wants. She has class, more than I can see you have. ” He glanced down at me seeing my façade falling quickly then continued, “I’m glad she’s not friends with you anymore, you’re just a user, you always have been. Don’t you dare talk about her like she’s below you, ‘cause she’s not. I despise people like you, always trying to tear others down. So sad.” He shook his head disapprovingly.

Stiles moved his arm that was wrapped around my shoulders, so he could intertwine his fingers with mine pulling me in the direction of our first class. I was in a daze and I let him lead me away but not before I looked back at the one person I could barely recognize. Her mouth was opened wide as she looked between me and Stiles. I looked into her eyes and I saw no remorse but she did look sad and unhappy with where she was and who she was. I have to admit that I felt pretty happy she seemed as unhappy as I felt.

For the first time in a long time I was glad he was around as he led me away. Inside I was breaking, I hadn’t seen her in forever, mostly because I was always in the library and if I did happen to see her back facing me, I’d walked in the other direction. It’s been two years since I’ve seen her, face to face at least. I came back to my senses when finally we stopped, I looked around to see that we were inside an empty classroom. I gazed up at the boy who literally pulled me away from breaking down and who defended me.

He seemed as if he was studying me, to see what I was going to do. He looked prepared for anything in that moment, his hand squeezed mine gently. I looked down at our hands intertwined, my hand fit perfectly in his,almost if they were made for each other. I squeezed back gently giving him the smallest smile I could muster.

“You okay Sunshine?” He asked slowly, scanning me carefully.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for taking me away and for standing up for me.” I looked down at the ground embarrassed that I showed my weakness for a measly moment.

His free hand outstretched to my chin and he pulled it up gently so I was looking at him, “I read somewhere that when women say 'I’m fine’ they’re really lying.” He offered a small smile to which I had to chuckle.

“You’re right,” I sighed then continued, “I’m not okay, but class is starting soon and I don’t really want to talk about it.” I stared back into his eyes, his chocolate brown eyes, they looked back at me with a certain kindness I didn’t really understand but deep down appreciated. He nodded and led me to my usual seat in the front and sat next to me, our hands still intertwined placed on his thigh. Stiles typed away on his phone texting someone, and every so often he would squeeze my hand.

Just then the bell rang and people started filing in to the classroom including his best friend Scott. He looked between us and he nodded understandingly, to my surprise he sat on the other side of me. I peered up at him and he gave me a kind smile, “Hey, I’m Scott, although I’m pretty sure you know who I am since we’ve practically grown up together.” I laughed and nodded, “Yeah I live like four houses down from you.”

“You live how far from Scott?” Asked a stunned Stiles. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Four houses, duh.” I responded grinning at him. Then the teacher walked in and I heard Stiles whisper something to the effect of, “How did I not notice her before,” I laughed quietly glancing at this boy who seemed like an anomaly to the formula of life I had come up with.

Stiles eventually let go of my hand so we could pull out or things from our bags and my hand immediately felt the warmth dissipate, but I turned my attention to the teacher as he started the lesson for today.

When the lesson had finally ended I was suddenly glad because I couldn’t focus at all. I kept thinking about what Lynn said and I kept hearing Stiles words firing back at her. I also couldn’t focus because Stiles and Scott kept glancing at me almost as if they were trying to make sure I was okay. I hated feeling so fragile and being treated as such however it was nice that they cared, even though I wouldn’t admit that to them. I gathered my things into my backpack while standing up, as I looked up Stiles had his hand already outstretched for me to hold onto.

I didn’t know if I should hold onto his hand, I still didn’t know this boy and I felt insecure for obvious reasons. He seemed to see that I was undecided so he said,"C'mon Sunshine,“ I reluctantly took the hand, craving the warmth his hand provided even if it was a little sweaty, I didn’t mind too much. His face lit up as he led me to the next class we both have together, I even saw Scott’s face light up a little with a smirk and he walked in front of us.

In a weird sense Scott seemed like he was a leader, maybe it was because he was the Lacrosse captain or if it was something else, but he had a strange air of authority, I shook my head ridding myself of silly thoughts. When we got to our next class Scott said he needed to talk to Stiles for a second.

I let go of Stiles’ hand, walking to my seat, sitting down while glancing to the doorway where they were talking. I caught myself trying to hear what was being said but I couldn’t. I couldn’t believe that yesterday I had screamed at this pale faced boy and today I’m grateful for his presence. What the freaking hell? I did not expect this at all. Me hanging around with McCall or Stilinski? What is going on? Am I losing it? I thought to myself as I pulled out my notebook from my backpack, shaking my head.

Stiles entered the room with a grim expression, he walked over to me, crouching so he could talk to me. He said, "Hey something came up,I have to leave with Scott. I’m so sorry Y/N, we’ll try to come back but I don’t know how long it’ll take.” He looked annoyed and I didn’t know how to feel or how to respond so I put on my blank stare and nodded. After I glanced at him I stared straight ahead, looking at the board.

He stood up, “If you need me just text me, okay?” I just gave him a curt nod to which he sighed then walked out of the classroom. I had built these walls around me for so long that I thought they were strong but just one look at my past and the help of a boy and they’re slowly coming down. I balled up my fist tightly, how could I let that happen?

At lunch time, I wasn’t feeling great, wanting more than anything to be done with school so I could go home and sleep. It was so bad I didn’t want to stay the rest of the day and write in the library. I felt nauseous and dizzy so I called my mom. The phone rang a few times and she answer, “Hi, baby,how are you?”

I responded, “Hey mom, I’m not feeling too great mom, I’m feeling nauseous and tired. How are you and dad? ”

“Oh no my mija is sick, should I come back?” she asked concerned.

“No, I’m okay can you just call the school and let them know I need to go home please?”

“Of course. I’ll call right now, make sure to text me when you get home okay? ”

“Okay. Love you mom, ” I muttered weakly.

“Love you too baby,” and with that she hung up.

I made my way to my locker to see the sillouhette of the girl I once knew. I groaned making my way to my locker. She turned and looking at me smugly she started to open her mouth but before she could say anything I put my hand up cutting her off.

“I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now, can you please just leave me alone? ” I looked at her tiredly.

“Your looking pale, are you okay? Are the headaches back?” She asked feigning concern.

“’m not your problem anymore so don’t worry about it,” was all I said, before grabbing my bag and closing my locker. With that I made my way towards the office leaving her behind like she did to me. Before I got to the office the P/A system called my name asking me to go the office. Relief fled my system as I reached the office.

“Sweety your mom called and she said you need to go home. Are you okay? ” The sweet lady from the office asked.

“I’m just not feeling all to well is all, ” I plastered a smile to my face.

“Sorry to hear that, well I got all your homework from your teachers right here. All you need to do is sign the sign out sheet and get some rest. ” I nodded, signed the sheet and put the materials in my bag.

Once outside, the cool October breeze hit my sense making me feel less constricted. I made my way to my beautiful car, unlocking it and getting in. I turned it on and drove to my salvation, home.

As soon as I got home I dropped my bag on the ground, walking upstairs and into my bedroom. I texted my mom to say that I had gotten home then I stripped down into just my bra and underwear grabbing a oversized shirt and collapsing in bed, immediately falling asleep.

When I woke up, I felt super drowsy still but the nausea had gone away. I picked up my phone to see 20 missed calls from Stiles and 7 texts from him.

Stiles: Sunshine where are you?
Stiles: Why aren’t you in class?
Stiles: Are you ignoring me?
Stiles: Are you mad that I had to leave earlier?
Stiles: I’m sorry, Sunshine. Look just let me know that you’re okay?
Stiles: Y/N, I’m worried about you, you aren’t responding and you’re not at our table.
Stiles: Goddammit Y/N what the heck is going on?!

I felt a tinge of guilt that he was so worried that he called me by my name, so I called him back. It rang twice and then I heard the voice I was growing to know well, “Hello? Y/N where have you been? I’ve been worried sick,” he exclaimed sounding relieved yet tired.

“Yeah sorry about that I went home 'cause I started to feel sick around lunch time. I didn’t sleep well the night before. What time is it by the way?” I asked looking at the darkness outside my window.

“It’s like 1am right now,” he yawned. I began to felt bad that I had called him right now.

“Oh gosh I’m sorry that I called you this late I didn’t even look at the time, ” I rushed, all he did was chuckle saying, “It’s okay, really I’ve been because Scott snores like you wouldn’t believe.” He yawned again, it was almost as if I could picture him rubbing his face tiredly.

“Sunshine, how are you? You know, after yesterday?” He asked suddenly. I didn’t say anything at first, I haven’t really processed anything that had happened. I was kind of void of emotions especially now when I had just woken up. I’m definitely not used to telling anyone my feelings or revisiting my past.

“Y/N? You there?” He asked. The way he said my name sent a flutter of something, making my stomach sink.

“Stiles I don’t think I even know how I feel about what happened yesterday, let alone, in all honesty, be able to communicate that sentiment with someone I barely know.” I croaked out, feeling a lump grow in my throat. It was quiet for a while, so much so I thought he fell asleep but then I heard shuffling and a door close.

“Stiles?” I inquired, suddenly worrying if my honesty was going to finally send this strange boy packing. Why I suddenly cared about this kid I barely knew beat me.

“Stiles?” I repeated.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here. Sorry I couldn’t really hear you over Scott’s snores, so I left the room. That and uh Scott threw a pillow at me.” He explained.

I nodded like an idiot almost as if he could see me and I internally laughed at myself for being momentarily dumb, “Sounds like something Scott would do.” I snickered and rolled my eyes.

“Well he did it, and it’s my room. Anyways, you uh were about to tell me how you felt about yesterday. That girl was such for the lack of a better word jackass.” He said, I could hear him walking somewhere as the wind brushed against the speaker.

“Where are you?” I asked, smoothly changing the subject.

“I’m at home, duh, and don’t change the subject and answer the question.” He retorted. Damn, I thought he caught me. I’ve been trying to evade this conversation but nothing was working.

“Stiles-” I groaned.

“Don’t Stiles me. Talk to me Y/N.” He retaliated seriously. For the third time during this phone call he called me by my name, the way it rolled of his tongue made my heart race. For a second I thought I heard an engine roar to life, but I quickly shoved the thought away.

“Stiles, it’s not easy for me, opening up, not to anybody not even my parents. I’m used to dealing with things on my own, I’m not used to someone caring about how I feel about things. It’s easier this way and I don’t get hurt in the process. That’s how I deal with things. I’m sorry,” I murmured the last part quietly. Then I heard the door bell ring which seemed weird since it was you know almost two in the morning.

“Hold on, I think someone just rang my doorbell.” I said.

“Really, what if it’s some murderer?” He quipped.

“It’s not funny, I could be killed and my last conversation would have been with you, how unfortunate, really.” I growled, really hating the fact that no one was home.

I quickly put on a pair of shorts grabbing my bat as I made my way quietly downstairs. As I got to the front door I could see the porch light on and a shadow in front of the door. I peered into the peep hole seeing Stiles’s face with his phone to his ear. I unlocked the door cursing under my breath.

When the door opened and a smiling Stiles was revealed, I wanted nothing more than to punch him again. He put down his hand ending the call as I did the same, “Sunshine, fancy seeing you here,” he laughed, what an a hole, I was genuinely freaking out and here he was at my doorstep joking around.

“What the hell are you doing here Stilinski? Mind you I am holding a bat,” I asked upset. He rolled his eyes and gave me a look asking me if he could come in so I stepped to the side letting him enter my humble abode. Once inside, I closed the door, making sure it was locked.

“Look, I couldn’t sleep with Scott snoring and you clearly need to talk aboutwhat happened, even though your trying desperately to act like it didn’t phase you, when I know the truth because I was there. I’m here to ask you to take a chance, a risk albeit and trust me to be here for you and to listen to you.” He stepped closer to me, looking me dead in the eyes with an expression I couldn’t really place.

“ Take a chance? On who? On you? Someone I barely know? Trust is earned not given freely Stilinski, I don’t really have a lot in supply.” I chuckled bitterly, gazing at him incredulously, stepping away from him while making my way upstairs to my room.

“I don’t need a lot of your trust, I just need a bit so I can prove to you that I’m real, I want to be here for you but I can only do as much as you let me.” He retaliated confidently. As I entered my room, I set down my bat by my bed and I sat down on my bed with my back against the headboard while he mimicked my movements. I stared at him for a while , deciding what I was going to do and if I was going to share things with this kid I was beginning to trust.

“So what will it be Y/N? Are you going to let someone in or are you going to run and hide behind your computer screen again.” He pressed.

I sighed, feeling tired, “Where do you want to start?” I yawned, relaxing against the headboard.

“From the beginning, obviously.” He replied in a smart butt way that only Stiles could pull of so I rolled my eyes and begun my tale of why I refused to be around people and why I don’t get close to them.

The next morning I woke up with my head resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around my waist. His mouth was open a little and soft little snores were vibrating from his chest as he inhaled. As I watched him sleep peacefully, a piece of me never wanted to wake up from whatever unreal dream this was.

A/N: I hope you have a good day or evening and remember that you are lovely and perfect to me.

Love,

CaptainHopelessRomantik-808