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“My Neighbor's A Jerk” (Part 5)

Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate?

Word Count: 4399 (have fun)

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader

Genre: RomCom

Warning: peek a boo i see you ;)

Author’s Note: I’M SCREAMING 

P.S let me know what you think ;)

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Morning rolls in and like yesterday, you’re ready sharp at six am outside your apartment building with your sports attire on. Steve told you to meet him outside your house yesterday before you were leaving office for home so that you don’t forget.

To be honest, you were kind of dreading this whole thing, since you knew today Bucky would be join the three you. But you promised yourself not to let his presence bother you.

Unfortunately, as said before, the man frowns too much. As he steps down the porch, greeting Steve and Sam, he immediately stopped in his tracks as your face came in view.

“What is she doing here?” The words fall out of his mouth like pure venom, and that made you pull a brow. Damn, even though he means nothing to you, it stings.

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Blue Blooded (M)

Originally posted by saintminyoongi


Summary
: You’ve been happily married to Crown Prince Seokjin for months now. Or so it would appear to the public. What only you and the palace staff know your shameful secret: you never consummated your marriage.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 8.6k+

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

A/N: Requested by @forever-young-got7! Because Jin really is royalty, isn’t he?

Ever since that night you’ve keep asking yourself. What did you do wrong? Was it the way you looked? Something you said, something you didn’t say? Did he just… hate you?

If anyone had asked you prior to your marriage to Prince Seokjin, you would have never even entertained the notion of him hating anyone. The man just seemed too perfect, not only in looks, but in disposition as well, never one to lack poise, always composed. The few times you and your family had visited him prior to the wedding, he had been nothing but a gentleman.

And certainly it didn’t seem like he disliked you, in fact it seemed to be the opposite, even if there seemed to be some distance between the two of you but you attributed this to the fact that you had not known each other for very long, and had expected things to gradually change once you two had actually wed.

The warm expression on his face as you walked down the aisle gave you a hopeful outlook on what the rest of your marriage would be like. However, it all came crashing down later that night.

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The Dog Ate My Homework
  • It’s a warm night in Sixth year at Hogwarts and Remus Lupin is sitting, bent over a table in the empty Gryffindor common room trying to finish off some charms homework that is due in the next day.
  • Sirius, who finished the homework earlier in the week (or, more correctly, thought up his excuse for not doing the homework earlier in the week) is sitting next to his boyfriends, desperately attempting to gain his attention.
  • ‘Moooonnnyyyy’ He says, tapping him in the arm with his quill.
  • ‘Moons’ he whines, draping himself over Remus’ shoulders.
  • ‘Moonykins’ he cries, laying across the table on Remus homework.
  • And Remus looks up in frustration, shoving Sirius off the now smudged work.
  • ‘Geroff’ Pads! I promise I will give you attention later, right now I need to finish this so shut up or go away.’
  • And so Sirius slumps down onto his chair beside him and is quiet….for about three seconds.
  • Before he jumps up onto the table and transforms into his animagus, gently padding up and down the table as he whines and wags his tail.
  • Remus tries to hide his smile by biting his lip and staring more aggressively at his work.
  • Padfoot comes over and starts licking his ear slowly irritating Remus into submission as he nips away.
  • ‘Padfoot.. I’m serious.’
  • The dog barks loudly before jumping up and down happily on the sheets of parchment.
  • Remus rolls his eyes as he tries to gather the work from under the stupid dog.
  • ‘Sirius I swear on Merlin’s life…’
  • Padfoot takes the papers between his teeth and growls playfully as he tries to pull the blasted homework away.
  • So Remus pulls it away even harder.
  • Sirius yanks it in response.
  • Remus tugs with all his might.
  • But the big black dog is stronger, and with one sharp heave, he tears the parchment free.
  • But he is so caught up in the fight he doesn’t even realise hes won, so he opens his mouth to get better purchase, and all the homework Remus had worked so hard on is now inside and being chewed up by his boyfriend.
  • Remus mouth falls open as he stares at the salivary wreckage.
  • ‘Pads..’
  • Sirius transforms back to stare at the pile of slobbery mess.
  • ‘Shit Moons… I didn’t mean to..’
  • ‘reparo’ Remus glares over at Sirius as he tries and fails to mend the work.
  • Sirius now sitting cross-legged on the table, looking like a scolded puppy. ‘Rem I’m sorry..’
  • But Remus just sighs in response.
  • The following day and Remus is standing up at the front of the charms classroom.
  • ‘Professor, I’m sorry, I don’t have my homework.’
  • Professor Flitwick just looks up curiously at the usually well-behaved marauder.
  • ‘Excuse me Mr Lupin? No homework? Why?’
  • Remus just blushes.
  • ‘It ugh… well I did it you see.. but then it sort of…’
  • ‘Yes?’
  • ‘Well.. it got ruined.’
  • Flitwick’s eyebrows go up. ‘Ruined? What ruined it?’
  • Remus’ blushes deepens. ‘Um.. well.. it sounds unbelievable.. but..but..’
  • ‘Come on Mr Lupin I don’t have all day.’
  • Remus’ eyes dart nervously around the room. ‘A dog ate it..’ he mumbles.
  • ‘What?’
  • ‘A dog ate it. A dog ate my homework.’ he says, much louder as the whole class giggles.
  • Flitwick shakes his head. ‘Really Mr Lupin. i had at least expected a better excuse.. A dog.. really…’
  • ‘No! No! It’s true professor! It really happened!’
  • ‘Detention Mr Lupin. Maybe try to think of something better next time. You can stop now Mr Black, you’ll be joining him.’

Sirius hadn’t stopped laughing the whole time.

Okay okay you know how Veronica does the whole *finger guns* “by the way you were my first” thing with JD after Dead girl walking? Well imagine JD maybe a couple days later, when they’re getting used to each other and starting to really show affection and caring about each other, and they just spent the day together and JD has to leave. They’re in Veronica’s room and they’ve been joking around, cuddling, JD reciting poetry and comparing Veronica to it, them being disgustingly cute, and JD has to leave because it’s late and Big Bud had already got on his ass about not going home the night before and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him. So sadly he’s gotta cut the night short even though all he wants to do is stay with her and hold her while she falls asleep in his arms like the night before. But he can’t, and he promises he’ll be back the next day. So Veronica walks him out and they’re at the front porch and he kisses her goodnight; it’s a gentle kiss and their foreheads are still pressed together when he asks her: “Veronica remember our first night together?” And she responds with a small laugh like “Of course you doofus” even though she’s still focusing on how close they are. And he smirks before he starts backing away and shoots his own finger guns at her and quips, “Well you were my first too.” And with that he runs aways with a small bounce in his step to get on his bike and make it home before big bud kills him leaving Veronica with a big, goofy grin on her face as she starts to realize she’s in love with this dork disguised as a bad boy.

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TIMING | PETER PARKER X READER

both reader and Peter don’t have time for each other anymore, and on top of that, their relationship is weighing them down as well, and the best thing they could do, is to end it while they still can

(partially based off of jersey green’s I’m Alright)

Word Count; 3220 

(A/N); Hello Earthlings! So, ever since I saw hoco, I noticed that Peter barely has time for anyone else in his life, hence is why this fic was born. And while I was writing, this reminds me off a song I used to adore way back when (the link is above), I hope you listen and love it as well, but for now, happy reading!

also, requests are open!

Warnings; None (other than angst, of course)

Disclaimer; It’s midnight and my mind is a bit groggy, I hope I proofread well enough


You were the girl of his dreams, that was for sure.

No, scratch that– you are still the girl of his dreams.

It took Peter the longest of time to gather up all the courage to even begin to admit his feelings for you. He thought he was going to past out– or maybe he did. He can’t really remember anymore.

The truth was, he was very happy after you said yes, and you were beyond happy as well. At that moment, it was like the whole world was cheering for you, but in fact– it was just Ned Leeds squealing.

Things were going amazing until it stopped.

Neither of you thought things through, and neither of you realised that this wasn’t going to work.

It wasn’t really anything big at first, people can’t be with together 24/7, that’s a fact, right? But, when days, weeks, and even months have pasted and you barely had time for each other, it made you think.

Were you with each other for the sake of just ‘being together’ or were you with each other because you loved each other? Because, if it was the second one, you didn’t really feel it.

Peter was always busy with school, homework and project, and if not, he was always busy being Spider-Man. You knew that, of course. It was quite easy to piece things together when you found parts of his old suit, random equipment and webs on the floor of his bedroom. And plus, the fact that Peter Parker couldn’t lie to save a life showed it all.

You understood that. You didn’t mind it. Your boyfriend was a superhero. How many people can say something like that?

Even with that going on, Peter still had a lot of time to be with you. It wasn’t as much as before and it wasn’t as much as you would have liked, but it’d have to do.

You just missed how things were before Peter got his powers. You were together all the time, doing everything and nothing at once. Things were truly amazing and you were sure that it was the best and the happiest time of your life.

And you, you used to have all the time in the world to yourself since you weren’t a superhero and clearly didn’t have anything interesting to do other than school and homework, but you were sick of that. You needed something– something to help passed the time.

Turned out, there was such a thing as the Stark internship after all. No, not the same one Peter uses as an excuse for his superhero duties, an actual one.

So, generally, you applied for it. You didn’t expect much since a lot of people were interested in it too.

Until, one day, you got an e-mail saying you got the internship. It left you staring at the computer screen for almost 20 minutes straight without blinking before you came to your senses. It was a weird feeling.

Since then, you’d been working at the Stark Industries doing whatever they ask you to do. The cool thing was, you had full access to the labs, and a room to yourself. Pretty cool for a random girl with an internship, right?

You enjoyed working there. Everything was so amazing and just– a blast. In fact, you didn’t even see it as a job but more like a hobby.

Until you realise that being here only took more time away from you and Peter and the horrible state of your relationship.

Peter tried to stop and visit while you were working sometimes, but his timing was horrible and he always showed up when you were in the middle of an experiment or something big, and you couldn’t spend time with him, again.

This kept happening and happening. It was at a point where the only time you had with each other was at lunch or a few minutes between class.

The both of you said that it was fine, that it’d fix itself soon enough. But that surely never happened.

Time went on, and you spend a lot more time at work now. Your internship had made you happy, and being Spider-Man had made Peter happy, too, but on the other hand, just the thought of your relationship made you both tired.

In the back of your minds, you both knew. This is no longer the happy relationship it once was, it’s more like a pressured responsibility now. You both can’t do your jobs properly while worrying about each other and how many minutes you’d get with each other tonight. That needs to stop.

Peter hates that things aren’t the same. He hates that he was the cause of it all. If he was never Spider-Man, you two would still had time for each other, you would never had taken the internship because you were tired of sitting around waiting for him all the time.

He hates that as much as he loves you, he also loves saving the innocent people of Queens too, he can never choose just one despite how selfish that may seems.

And you, working with Stark is beyond important, more important than anything else at the moment. It means so much to you and your family. It could help you get into good colleges and pay for the tuition, and that’s huge. You couldn’t just let it go that easily.

And here it is, the time to accept the truth. What you’re both doing are important things, and you can’t stop doing it just to be together.

It is time to accept that things between you two– has already ended.


The two of you are standing on the rooftop of your apartment building, looking out. This is one rare occasion when both of your schedules aren’t full. Hence that, Peter Parker is still dressed in his suit of duty– without the mask on, of course, probably preparing for a sudden emergency.

The two of you just stand there, no words have been spoken, just silence.

You knew what was gonna happen the first moment Peter told you on the phone that he has something to talk to you about, but here you both are, not saying a word just yet.

Deciding to break the quietness, you begin, “So,”

A single word hangs in the air, Peter still hasn’t looked you in the eyes since you got up here. It doesn’t take a genius to know that something’s wrong.

“So,” He repeats, eyes staring off the ledge.

Sure, you both can stand here forever and not say a thing. You can be here until sunrise and pretend there isn’t anything in yours and Peter’s chest that’s screaming to be let out.

You decided to change the view, too much of New York can get boring at times. You turn around and place your back on the ledge instead, looking at the scenery surrounding you, you let your eyes can over this whole rooftop with dim lightings and cold air. This all feels too familiar.

“You know,” you start again, “I don’t know if you remember, but our first kiss was just over there.” You chuckle, pointing to the other side of the building opposite of you.

Peter closes his eyes. He can’t believe he’s standing here. Why did he choose this place over millions of places he could picked?

“I remember that it was freezing cold.” you try once again, “I swear I couldn’t feel half of my body.”

Peter smiles to himself, of course, how could he forget something like that.

The both of you were shaking to the core. It wasn’t his plan to bring you up here and freeze you both to death, but downstairs was too loud and crowded. there was a party going on, and he didn’t want to scream ‘I love you’ and kiss you while fighting for a place to stand with 30 more people in the room.

“And it was also very loud.” You continue.

Peter nods, before turning his head to look at you, “It was at New Year’s.”

You nod back in reply, remembering that day. Cliché, right? A New Year’s kiss. Who knew Peter Parker was someone like that?

Peter turns around and places his back on the ledge like you, he stares out in the distance. He can still remember everything so vividly like it was only yesterday. He was so scared. It took him everything to come up here with you.

Just the thought that there wouldn’t be any more of that breaks him. Just as it’s breaking you.

“(y/n)–”

“Peter–”

Both of your words clash as you stare at each other. Your words are stuck in your throat, and so are his– waiting to be let loose.

Peter nods as a sign for you to go first.

You move forward, taking his hands in yours. You need to feel his touch one last time, because you don’t know if you’d ever get a chance to feel his soft skin again after this.

“Peter, Pete– you know I love you, right?” you start, not really waiting for a reply, “And I would do anything to make sure you’re happy and safe and protected?”

He doesn’t say anything, just staring at you.

“And by ‘anything’ I really mean anything. I would give up my own happiness for yours.”

Peter shakes his head and mumbles, more to himself than to you. “(y/n)-”

“No,” You cut him off. You know if you don’t get to say what you’ve been meaning to say for so long right here right now, you won’t be able to get it out again, “listen to me first, alright?”

You squeeze his hands a little tighter as a reassurance that you’re still here, you’re not going anywhere– not yet.

“I know that things are hard for us lately. And I’m sorry, I know part of it is my fault.” You voice starting to tremble, “You get why I’m doing this, don’t you? We get why we’re here?” You question, once again, not looking for a respond.

“You know, I used to see you, Peter. I used to see you in the news, I used to see you swinging around tower to tower. I used to see how happy you felt. You liked being Spider-Man– Hell, you loved it! I remember how excited you were when you used to come to my place and told me what you’d done that day. I could see your face lit up, Pete, I could see how much you enjoyed it.”

You can feel tears start sliding down from the corner of your eyes, you decide to leave it alone, not bother to wipe it away.

“I missed him. I missed that happy Peter Parker. And I know I caused it, I know I was the reason he disappeared.” You weren’t sure if what you were saying was for Peter or for you. Maybe it’s for you both, but you didn’t care. “I know every night when you go out on the streets, you keep worrying about us. That’s why you don’t enjoy what you do anymore, and it breaks my heart, you are the symbol of hope– Spider-Man is the symbol of hope, what good would that be if you yourself lost all hope in the word?”

You stop, reaching out your hand to touch his hair and smile.

“You have to stop seeing what you do as a job, and you have to stop worrying about me, alright? Remember why you started it? You wanted to save people in need and make them believe in the goodness of this world. Do you still feel the same way? I want you to be happy for what you do, Peter, I want you to feel free out there, like you have the whole would under control, I want you to enjoy it like you once did, okay? Take care of the city, Pete. The people need you more than me.” You tell him, as you remove your hands out of his hair to touch his symmetrical face lightly, wiping on the bare skin touched with tears.

Peter nods, he only notices that he’s been crying when you touch him. He knows that what you’re saying is true. Before everything happened, he really enjoyed being a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. He loves seeing people smile and cheer him on, it just makes him want to keep doing what he does. But now, no matter no many people he’s saved, he simply can’t feel the emotional connection to it like before. Every night he’s out there, helping people, he knows he’s hurting a certain person, you. And it definitely doesn’t help when you tell him that it’s fine, because he can hear the insincerity in your voice. And lately, it’s like what he’s doing is forced out of him. He has to drag his unwilling body to put on the suit and jump out of a window all the time. And on top of that, his rate in fighting crimes has been going down drastically, Spider-Man is no longer a symbol for hope anymore, but instead a symbol of despair.

It’s not just that, though. You’re not only just affecting Peter’s life. Peter knows he’s affecting your life too.

He can see that you love working with the Stark Industries, you’ve always loved technologies and there’s no workplace that will fit you just like this one does. Peter knows that you can spend hours and hours working there, but not if Peter is weighing you down. He knows that whenever he texts you that he’s free, you’d drop your work and choose to be with him instead. That’s how bad of an influence he is for you. He’s destroying your future without even knowing it.

“(y/n)?” It’s time for Peter to say something now. He moves his hands to wipe off your tears this time before cupping your face.

“I want you to keep working, okay? I know that the internship means a lot to you, you said it was your golden ticket to college, right? That there’s a scholarship for MIT at the end of the line?”

You gently nod.

“Yeah, you’ll get it. No questions asked.” He promises. “You’ll get it because you’re smart, dedicated and wonderful. They’d be so lucky to have you.” Peter says, making you smile in respond. His voice doesn’t shake anymore, he sounds certain this time. Like he knows you’d get it, like he truly believes in you.

“I’m so sorry, babe” He apologises, “I know this means a lot to you and I’m sorry for standing in your way. I–I didn’t know.”

“No– Peter. It’s not– It’s not your fault, alright?” You stressed, doesn’t want him to blame himself for something that wasn’t entirely his fault. “We’re busy people– with busy lives. We can’t keep up on something like this, Pete. We underestimated things.”

He nods in understanding, you can see his tears coming back again while yours haven’t stopped at all. He moves his hands back to take in yours again, grip it firmly, showing no signs of letting go.

More minutes passed of you both standing on a chill rooftop, saying everything you’re feeling with no sounds, just the silence looks and empty heartbeats.

You know that after this, there is always a choice of not ending what you already have, you can keep this charade going, wishing that things would be okay now that you both opened up about what’s wrong– but it’s not that easy. In the end, things will fold back on the same crease you built and it would be like this all over again. Right now is just not the right time. You don’t have time to fall in love and Peter clearly doesn’t either. You don’t want to be each other’s heavy burden any longer.

Finally, your hands let go of each other, feeling in the breeze once again after a long while.

And for the sake of things being at its last, Peter stops hesitating. If there’s one thing he’s learnt out of this relationship, is to never wait. Just like he would’ve asked you out sooner if he wasn’t so scared, maybe things would turn out differently. Slowly, he moves his hand to the back of your neck with a light touch, moving in closer and inching his face towards. With only a short distance between where you’re standing, this sure feels like a long time. Maybe time is really slowing down, or maybe it has already stopped. You know that this is not just a kiss, this is your last kiss. This will seal the ending of your story and make it real.

Many thoughts rushing through your minds before the gap closes. Your lips and his finally meet, but this time, it feels different. It wasn’t like how it was on your first kiss. Your first kiss with him was filled with excitement of promising beginnings and many more things to come. It wasn’t like one of those rushed or peck kisses either. This just feels like everything. It feels like ending, freedom, happiness, sadness, sorrow, and emptiness all at once. You are both happy and sad to be leaving something behind.

This marks the end of your short-lived chapter. There were a lot of ‘should of’s and ‘could of’s mixing throughout. It was like you two only started writing that beginning not so long ago, and the ending just caught up way too fast.

The next thing you know, You and Peter are pulling away from each other, making a distance once again.

Maybe it’s time to let go, maybe the both of you are better off alone, maybe today’s the wrong time and someday– just someday you’ll learn how to be strong and make things right again.

Maybe you were right with what you said earlier, you two are busy people with busy lives, there was no way you could keep up on something like this.

There in the back, Peter can hear sirens wailing– like it’s crying out for a helping hand, but just as he was gonna say something about it, you already know, “Go.” You order, “The city needs you.”

He smiles back, looking at you straight with nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “See you around, (y/n).”

He makes a promise, as he puts on his mask and leaps off the building, shooting his webs out while doing so.

And there you stand, watching Peter Parker flies away into the night. Even though what happened today breaks your heart to a million pieces, you have to remind yourself that you did it for yours and his sakes. You’re both better off without each other and you know it.

Your timing was off, you had to understand that. Who knows, maybe one day you could fix what you did wrong. Maybe one day you two could have a second chance together again, but as for right now, that was the end.

Your fairytale days were over, and the honest truth had taken place.

You look ahead into the city, catching glimpse of red and blue in the distance, and it made you think about what he’d said to you before leaping away:

Yeah, see you around Peter Parker.


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Walnut (Evan Hansen x Reader)

TW: SMUT, really smutty, like use of the word boobs and condom

Words: 2,176

Requested: Nope lol

Disclaimer: this is my very first smut… ever. if i am absoloutley garbage - please tell me. seriously. i will stop lol. anyways, this is a super fumbly/nervous smut thing bc lets be real… evan would not be the most confident in this region. 


Yours and Evan’s relationship seemed to fall into a format that could be related to English literature: repeated and rhythmically patterned. The moment you two start doing something, you couldn’t stop. After your first kiss, Evan would not stop pecking you on the lips. After your first time holding hands, Evan couldn’t bare not capturing your fingers and intertwining them with his. Just last month, you and Evan had your first make out session.

It was strange at first. It took a while to getting used to. It would start off with a kiss, standing up. Then Evan would have to break away to control his breathing from excitement. It took a while to find a sitting position where you were both comfortable to lock lips. A few fumbles and bumped heads later, it was decided that the best spot was if you straddled Evan’s lap whilst he sat on his bed - leaning against the wall.

The make out session would include straddling and hair pulling at the bare minimum. It was so new to both you and Evan that you had to make a code word. Every time one of you got a little too excited, you would murmur the word walnut. That would give you or Evan time to calm down before continuing in kissing. At the beginning of the month, it was quite rare that the word would need to be used. 2-3 weeks into the make out month, Evan had used it 6 times and you twice. Now, at the end of the month, Evan needed a break every 10 minutes.

           Today was like every other day of the month. Evan greeted you after last period with a kiss. You two would walk to his house, holding hands. Stepping through the door, he led you upstairs. The two of you giggled like children. Evan’s mom was rarely home. Which could give you the range of make out spot possibilities, but Evan didn’t like change. Evan liked security and being able to know what goes on around him. Because of that, each afternoon snog would be in his room, with the door shut.

           You reached up onto your tip toes and grabbed Evan’s face in your hands. Smiling widely, you connected your lips together. Evan immediately placed his hands on your hips, pulling you into his lanky frame. Smiling against his warmth, you slowly led him to the edge of his bed so he could scurry against the wall; for you to get into your regular seating position. The moment you swung your legs around his hips and sat on him, his eyes grew wide.

           “Walnut,” he whispered, as if the world could hear him.

           “Already?” you question curiously.

           He nodded quickly, swallowing hard. You nodded with a small smile, obviously respecting his wishes to take a quick breather. After a few moments passed, he gave you the nod to keep going. You pressed your lips back to his, moving your mouth in sync. Your hands brushed up his blue polo and into his sandy locks. He let out the smallest of whimpers. It left butterflies in your stomach. Evan’s hands ran up and down your sides. Pulling away from his lips, you looked into his sunken eyes.

           “We are going to try something a little different, okay?” you searched his eye for approval. He gulped and nodded slowly.

           You continued to kiss him, then slowly trailed them down his neck. About two inches away from his ear, he seemed to become weak. You applied the smallest amount of pressure, and you felt his body stiffen.

           “Walnut,” he stammered.

           You kept going. Taking his hands in yours, you slowly guided them north – up to your breasts. 

          “Walnut,” his eyes flew open and watched intensely as to where you set his hands. You held his hands there, making them apply pressure to the new destination. 

          “Walnut, ohmygod, walnut,” he pracitcally hollered. 

            You pulled away quickly, looking at your loving boyfriend. His hair was sticking up, his lips were swollen, eyes were wide, and a small tent forming in his khakis. 

             “I-It was a really close call this time,” he breathed out, blushing like a mad man. 

              “Evan, we should really talk about this,” you looked at him with wide eyes.

               “Ohmygod, you think I’m so weird, don’t you? I-I can try my best, next time? I will try and last as long as I can without saying it-”

               “No, no, Evan. It’s not that,” you chuckled. You could hear him sigh with relief. “I’ve been thinking about this whole thing. You have been saying the code word so often, that it’s just- I don’t know-”

           “W-What is it?” he scrambled to hold your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.

           “You’ll find it silly,” you laughed sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

           “Me? F-Find it silly? No way…José,” he gave you an awkward, toothy grin.

           “Okay, okay, I was just thinking – God, I don’t know, - that it’s silly how we go so far and you get so worked up and then we never… I don’t know… finish?”

           “Y-You mean, you want to-“

           “Only if you want to-“

           “W-Well maybe we could-“

           “Oh my gosh, Evan, i-it’s okay-“

           “No,” he took both of your hands in his, looking up into your eyes. “I want to. I-I really want to.”

           Evan’s mom was coming home in an hour. So you and Evan decided that tomorrow evening would be the best.

-

It was the next morning; you had just gone to the guidance counselor to ask for a condom. You asked Evan to pick up a package of them at the corner store, but he was afraid that somehow – they would end up telling the whole town.

The entire day was filled with excitement. Yours and Evan’s face stayed a shade of firetruck red all afternoon. During lunch, Evan rested his hand on your thigh, which only made your blushing worse. Of course, Jared picked up on it and made an obnoxious comment. Something the along the lines of being “fucking gay”, and calling Evan a “weird sex freak”.

The final bell had rang and you practically ran into Evan. You giggled at each other, knowing that he had rushed to meet you too.

-

Evan closed his bedroom door and suddenly got nervous. You frowned when you saw him fumbling with the material of his shirt.

“What’s wrong, Evan?” you asked softly. You sat him down on his bed, sitting next to him. Running your hand up his arm, you tried your best to comfort him. He shrugged in response. “We don’t have to do this,” you reminded him. “I’m more than happy to wait. This is a consensual thing. I love you, you know that, right?” you cracked a smile, and saw him crack one too.

           “I-I want to do this. I-I’m just scared. What if I mess up? What if I…” he began to trail off. He looked up at you and whispered, “what if I cum too early?”

           Your face turned red to match his. “It’s okay if all of that happens. This is a learning experience for the both of us. We can go slow,” you kissed him gently on the cheek. You waited for him to respond. Obviously, you would never pressure him to do something like this.

           Evan turned to you, “can we still use walnut?”

           Giggling, you nodded, “Of course.”

           Evan scooted to rest his back on the wall, pulling you up onto his lap. “I-I’m ready,” he whispered against your lips.

           You two started out as per usual. Evan didn’t use the code word once. You were kissing his neck, until he pulled away, gesturing to his shirt.

           “Should I take this off?” he asked very calmly.

           You nodded, helping him remove his polo. You were breathless at the sight. His pale form was structured like a sculpture. Every muscle, vein, and freckle was beautifully scattered on his flesh. Birth marks, moles, and little chest hairs dusted his torso. You ran your fingertips along the stretch marks that had been placed there from his middle school growth spurts.

           “You, Evan Hansen, are beautiful,” you reminded him. Evan turned an even deeper shade of red.

           Taking his hands, you guided him to the hem of your sweater. You allowed him to pull it off of you, revealing your bare skin and plain push-up bra.

           “Wow…” he breathed out, absoloutley mesmerized. You began to feel the familiar tent beneath your lap.

           “You can-um, you can touch me,” you reminded him nervously, with a small giggle.

           He reached up shakily, cupping your bra in his hands. He felt you cautiously, as if he could easily break you. He was speechless. It was the first real pair of boobs he had ever seen.

           You giggled at his expression, reaching behind you unclasping your bra. As Evan kneaded your skin, he gasped as the material fell off of your breasts. His tent grew tighter and his eyes became wider. You guided his hands to your nipples, letting him touch the sensitive nubs. You threw your head back with a whimper. Evan was shaking. 

W-Walnut, ohmygod, shit, walnut,” he whispered between his teeth. 

You nodded, watching as his eyes shut tight and his hands froze in place. You could tell that he was trying to calm his breathing. You were surprised at his sudden colourful language. A few moments passed, and your boyfriend slowly opened his eyes. 

“Did you-”

“N-No, I’m still- um- full,” he mumbled back quickly. 

You giggled at his word choice and placed his hands on your hips. You pressed your lips to his, trying to give him a feeling of familiarity. Evan soon became comfortable, taking the slightest bit of control. His fingers traced down to the hemline of your jeans. He popped open the button. Climbing off of him, you laid down beneath him, watching him hover over your body. He slid your jeans down your legs, placing the material to the side. His eyes gazed over your body, drinking the sight before him. 

Walnut,” he whispered. 

You sighed, leaning your head back on the pillow as his eyes shut tight again. 

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just that- You’re laying there- fuck- you just look so good. And holy hell I don’t know if I can-” 

Giggling, you stopped his rambling. “Ev, it’s okay. I will wait as long as you want me to.” 

After the second walnut calling, everything went smoothly. You were finally fully bare, and Evan was left in his boxers. 

“A-Are you okay for me to take these off?” you asked him, placing your hand on the band of his underwear. He nodded quickly, watching your every move. 

Carefully, you pulled the white cotton off of his pelvis. His length sprung out of his boxers, hitting his stomach. You looked at his newly exposed flesh, then back at his face. “You’re doing great, Ev. You really are,” you whispered to him. Slowly, you reached out your hand and stroked him once. 

“S-Stop, or I’ll-” he whimpered out. 

“Okay, okay,” you nodded, reaching over to grab the condom before he stopped you. You raised an eyebrow to give him a questioning look. 

“I-I want you to cum, too. And I… I won’t last that long,” he mumbled sheepishly. You smiled at his concern, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He was doing so well, and you really admired that he thought of you and your pleasure. 

“Is there any way to get you, um, closer before I… ya know…” he asked quietly. 

Nodding slowly, you guided his hand to your heat. You let him rub you in a repeatitive motion. Soon, Evan got the hang of things, letting you put your hand on his shoulder - rather than guiding him. His thumb found your most sensitive nub. 

“What does this do?” he asked in a whisper, lightly tapping it. 

You inhaled sharply. “That felt really good,” you admitted with an even bigger blush. 

His continuous tapping brought you closer and closer to a high. You stopped him when you were almost at your breaking point.

“O-Okay, I’m ready,” you whispered up at him.

Evan opened up the condom, rolling it on to himself. He looked at you once more for permission. You gave him a nod, smiling. Before he entered you, he whispered against your lips.

“I love you.”

He slid into you, neither of you lasting more than 15 seconds. Evan hit his orgasm first, absolutely melting in your hands. His whole body shook. Then it was your turn, grappling your finger nails into the flesh on his spine.

-

Hedi came home around 10pm that night. You and Evan were cuddled on the couch, bones aching and hearts swelling. She opened the door with bags full of groceries.

“Aw, my two little lovebirds,” she mumbled. Putting down the grocery bags, she pulled out a plastic container. “Do you guys want some candied walnuts?”

Evan turned red.

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part III)

A/N: Hi, I need your help. Is this story too long? Cause if it is i’ll try to speed up the way the story goes so that it won’t bore you to death or I could leave it as it is (I already finished it it just needs editing) and let the sotry run it’s course? You’re response will be appreciated, my lovelies. Enjoy x

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna


You couldn’t sleep. The moment Reggie fell asleep you had just been staring at his perfect profile. Staring at what could’ve been, staring at what could never be anymore. You decided you couldn’t stay there, you couldn’t stay with Reggie for 48 hours without wanting to kill him or yourself.

With a lot of effort you texted Cheryl to pick you up.

You continued stroking his hair and thinking of all the things you wanted to say.

Hey Reg, I’m kinda in love with you and i’d really love it if you would give us a chance because I can promise you I have loved and I can love you better than any girl can.

Hey Reg, I love you and I wish I asked you out on prom instead of going with Betty and Jughead on that investigation. I just really wanted to help Cheryl.

Hey Reg, please pick me. For once in your life please see me. And pick me.

“Hey Reg,” You whispered as a tear fell at the back of your palm, nearly on his face. “I’m in love with you.”

You heard a small thunk at the window and you saw Cheryl below in her pajamas a red faux fur coat. You smirked despite you circumstances, Cheryl just can’t do low key to save her life. You looked at Cheryl and then back at Reggie. You leaned down and gave him the smallest hint of a kiss on the cheeks before gently removing his arms around you. You replaced yourself with a pillow and walked out of his house.

Hey Reg, i’m sorry.


Cheryl remained silent knowing full well what happened without you having to say a word. She was silent as she drove, she was silent as she watched you stare at nothing with your hair blowing in the wind with your silent tears, she was silent as she walked you to her room with your heart breaking at every step you took.

She took a fluffy white blanket and prepared you tea herself. As she entered her room she saw you sitting in front of her mirror. She placed the tea on the ground in front of you and wrapping you up with the blanket. She knew you needed space and that you would talk to her when you’re ready so she just sat beside you. And then, the first sob came.

“C-Cherry …”

“Oh darling,” she hugged you as you cried in her arms.

“It hurts so much …”

“I know, love. Just let it out.” She started rubbing her hands in your arms as you cried and cried until all that was left was your trembling figure and a cold tea.

“I almost told him y’know.”

That surprised Cheryl. She glanced at you at the mirror but you were just staring at your necklace that was given to you by Reggie for your eighteenth birthday. He worked so hard at Mr.Andrews the whole summer just to earn that necklace and even declined Cheryl’s offer to give him at least half the amount or his parent’s offer to just pay for it saying he needed this to come from just him.

“But now, it’s too late.”

“Hey,” Cheryl has had enough. She made you look at her. “It’s his loss. Not yours. You can get so much better than him.”

You nodded trying to stay strong but that only lasted for about five seconds before the tears started falling again. How you will face Reggie when school starts you will never know.


Cheryl tucked you in once more, making sure you get the most comfort in this time of tragedy. She checked her clock, 5:21. Oh shit.

It was almost time for Reggie’s morning run and with his crazy body clock he would’ve woken up by now. And when he wakes up and sees you gone with no explanation he will go ballistic.

She nearly dove for her phone and saw that she had 12 messages and 4 missed calls all from Reggie.

Before she could type in a response she received another call from Reggie which she accepted after breathing in and going out to her balcony where you won’t be disturbed.

“CHERYL! IS—“

“She’s with me.” It took everything in her not to reach out into the phone and strangle this fucking moron for thinking he had the right to hurt Cheryl’s (Y/N) like this. Cheryl knew it was not Reggie’s fault, heck, it wasn’t anybody’s fault but he is just so goddamn stupid and Cheryl wanted to slap the stupidity out his body just so he can see what is already in front of him. What he is losing.

Cheryl can almost see his confusion. “And why is that?”

Cheryl gritted her teeth wanting nothing more than to chew his goddamn ear off but knew it wasn’t her place. “I had a nightmare about Jason and freaked out. I called her.” She went for the one thing Reggie can’t say shit about. Was she a manipulative bitch? Yes. At least she wasn’t fucking stupid.

He sighed, probably calming down from his mini freak out.

You fucking deserve that you fucking asshole, Cheryl thought. She can’t let her mouth ruin what was left of Reggie’s and (Y/N)’s friendship. The one thing (Y/N) has spent her whole life protecting.

“Can I talk to her?”

I think the fuck not.

“She’s asleep. And she’ll be staying with me for the rest of the weekend in case I have any other dramatic episodes. Sorry, Reg.”

You’d probably be too busy fucking that tacky new girl anyway,you fucking –

Another sigh. “Okay, whatever. Tell her I’ll see her on Monday and I’llpick her –“

“I have a limo and a driver. We’ll see you there, fucktard.” Cheryl couldn’t help herself, she needed to insult him a bit or else she’s gonna explode. She ended the call before she can die of too much anger.

Nobody is going to make her best friend cry and not pay for it. Not even the great Reggie Mantle. She will teach Reggie Mantle a lesson for his life.


You have successfully ignored all of Reggie’s efforts of trying to talk to you, with the help of Cheryl, of course.

Texting and calling? Phone’s turned off.

Going to Cheryl’s house? A big ass gate and a few bodyguards.

Calling Cheryl? Not an option.

But you couldn’t hide in her house forever so you decided to get your ducks in a row and face the inevitable. Cheryl wanted to walk you to your first class but she was dragged to her responsibilities with the Vixens which she has ignored the whole weekend for you so you let her go with a promise you’d eat together at lunch.

As you walked towards your first class your books that were held tightly in your arms were suddenly taken from you. You thought it was another of those stupid pranks but you were greeted by the stare of the one person you planned to avoid today.

“Hey, pup.” He grinned. “Missed you this weekend.”

“Yeah, sorry.” You said too quickly as you started to walk faster which was proved pointless since your leg span was significantly different and did not lean into your advantage which caused Reggie to just block your way out.

“Not even a call? A text? Now I’m just jealous of Cheryl.”

“Sorry, Reg.” You sighed. “She was just really having a bad time.”

You felt bad for lying and you knew that Reggie knew that you were lying but Jason’s death is something he will never press knowing how much it affected Cheryl.

“Okay,” he said looking at you warily. “I thought you got mad at me or something. It felt like you were avoiding me.” He pouted and you couldn’t help but try to punch him in the chest. He, unfortunately, just took your fist and placed your palm on his neck, your thumb just touching his jawline.

For the love of God stop making me fall in love with you.

“Pops, this afternoon?” You were about to decline when he gave you that look That look you just couldn’t say no to. “If you ditch me again I’ll be mad at you.”

You chuckled. Too cute, Reg. Stop, please.

“What are you, five?” You asked raising an eyebrow at him.

He pouted even more if that’s possible. “I’ll not talk to you for like, for like five minutes.”

You both laughed. “Okay. I’ll meet you there after your practice, okay?”

“What? Why don’t you just wait for me at the gym? We can go together, it’ll be safer.”

And see you eye-fucking with your new Vixen girlfriend? I don’t think so. “Nah, I needed to help, Cheryl with some homework, anyway.”

Reggie groaned. “If Voldemort steals you from me any more than she does now I’m gonna go crazy.”

The school bell rang making you jump and Reggie chuckle. “Come on,” he said taking your hand in his.

God did your hands look perfect together.

“Let me walk you to—“ He was cut off by the one voice that can completely ruin your day, right now.

“Reg!” You stiffened, not by her voice. Nor by the fact that she used the nickname only a few special people were allowed to call Reggie. No, you felt your blood stop when Reggie quickly let go of your hand. As if it was a sin. As if you were a mistake. As if the one thing that was like breathing for the two of you became something very wrong.

But you realized, it is. It is a sin. You are a mistake. Because he has a girlfriend now. A girlfriend who is supposed to be the one who gets to hold his hands. A girlfriend he can kiss. A girlfriend he can love.

And it’s not you.

You are the bestfriend, and maybe it was time you act like one.

Reggie barely saw you slip away as he turned his full attention to Veronica. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” Veronica accepted his hug with open arms before smiling up at him.

“I missed you.” Reggie grinned at her by which she just rolled her eyes.

“You saw me yesterday, babe.”

“Still.” Reggie gave her nose a peck.

“Well, if you missed me that much then maybe we should just skip school today, huh.” She said, raising her eyebrows up and down which made Reggie laugh.

“Can’t babe.” As tempting as it was Reggie shook his head. “I promised (Y/N) I’m not skipping school this whole school year so I could pass the college we both agreed to go to.”

Veronica couldn’t help her scowl. There it was again. Fucking (Y/N). Reggie had been running his mouth off with stories of her the whole day yesterday. She gets that they’re inseperable but there had to be limits, right?

“Oh, speaking of which,” Reggie suddenly remembered her bestfriend but frowned when, unlike usual, she wasn’t safely tucked behind him.

“What?” Veronica, too, looked behind him.

“Oh nothing, I guess she left.” Reggie looked confused, looking out in the hallway. “Sorry, she’s usually behind me so I thought she was still there.”

Veronica shook her head. She really wasn’t ready to meet her greatest competition too. “Y’know what, if I can’t steal you this morning. Maybe a few hours after school?”

“Ron, I—“

“Mantle,” she pouted. “I’m your girlfriend now and contrary to popular belief I actually want to spend time with you. Please? Just a few hours?”

Reggie weighed his chances. “Two hours, after that I’m taking you home.”

Veronica gave out a small ‘yey’ before wrapping her arms around Reggie’s neck and giving him a kiss. “I’ll see you later!” she screamed, which echoed around the hallway.

Reggie laughed. Everything was perfect, right now. He has a bright future, an amazing girlfriend, and even better friends.

God he loved his life.

He had no fucking clue on the storm coming his way.

He turned around to walk towards his first class when he saw Cheryl with her hands crossed and that eerie blank face in the middle of the hallway.

“What?” he asked knowing whatever unpleasant thoughts she was having right now, it was directed towards him. “Mad I got a girlfriend before you got a new boy toy, Cher?” he joked.

Reggie almost missed the small smirk that formed in her otherwise emotionless face. The clack on her heels was the only noise that can be heard in the hallway and as she stopped in front of Reggie he noticed he was already holding his breath.

“I’m gonna warn you only once, Mantle,” she spoke softly, as if holding herself back. “Keep what is dearest to your heart,” she pointed a long red nail in her chest, where his heart was supposed to be, unnecessarily hard. “Close to you.” She looked up at him through her lashes before she crossed her arms again.

“Because if there is one thing you should learn from me it’s that you never knew how, when, and to who you might lose them to.”

And just like that she was gone. Just like Reggie’s certainty.

EXO Reaction to you waking them up with kisses

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

“Jagi? Why did you stop? No no… I’m not awake! Continue please!”

Kris:

*Doesn’t matter it’s so early in the morning* “No one said I can’t be naughty at this hour”

Sehun:

“Come on… wake up…. I want my morning kisses!” *Boi will want this everyday*

Tao:

*He probably won’t wake up… you know… he’s a panda… and he sleeps like one*

Kai:

*Well uhm… gif speaks for itself*

Xiumin:

*Lovely squishy Minnie in the morning* “Jagi… you are so adorable… it’s my turn now, to kiss you”

Baekhyun:

*He would be in such a good mood the whole day* “My girlfriend woke me up with kisses… my girlfriend woke me up with kisses! And what did you do? You had an alarm to wake you up!”

Chen:

“Hmmm jagi… this is great… but maybe we should do… something with more action to wake up”

Luhan:

*This is his face every time you don’t wake him up with kisses* “Where are my kisses… I need my daily dose of kisses! Today won’t be a good day….”

Kyungsoo:

*Everyday in the mornings* “Ahh I feel like the luckiest man alive!!!”

Lay:

“Ahh baobei… I love waking up to your kisses, it’s the best. Thank you, my lovely girlfriend. Come, I’ll make breakfast for you”

Suho:

*Pretends to be asleep all the time so you give him more and more kisses* “I can’t help it! I’m addicted to my jagi’s lips!”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Little witch (Part 7)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 897

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so so sorry I’m posting it so late and that this part is so short. I promise to post the next tomorrow morning or at the evening and I’ll try to make it much more interesting ♥ Please tell me what you think and Enjoy :3

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6

Originally posted by koenigreus

“I’ve never thought superheroes can be that-”

“Wild.”, the two teenagers stood at the door of the living room. They had come in the tower after midnight but the people had been still parting hard. Peter and (Y/N) had spent some hours in Peter’s room talking about their past and telling each other jokes until (Y/N) had fallen asleep and Pete had moved her to her room.

“This will take ages to clean.”, the witch complained while looking at the confetti, napkins, glasses, empty bottles on the floor. There was even a spot on the carpet of wine and two others of whiskey or vodka.

“Do not worry Mrs (Y/L/N) and Mr Parker. I usually clean after the parties.”, a deep voice spoke from somewhere. It was Jarvis. At the beginning (Y/N) always jumped at the sound but after some weekends she got kind of used to it. Jarvis was like a friend to her, always helping if had gotten lost or was searching for something.

“No, Jarvis. We will do it this time.”, (Y/N) spoke and asked for some sacks where they could put all the rubbish.

“Yeah, it’s not a problem. Besides that, we’ll spent some time together.”, as Peter said those words, both him and (Y/N) blushed. Last night had changed their relationship. They were more confident around each other, showed how much they admired the other. Yes, it sounded odd. To change your attitude towards somebody just for five or six hours you had spent together. That had surprised and scared our well-known little witch. The past month was like the first years of a baby. She felt to so many things in such a short period that it was hard for her to perceive what had happened. Lately, she had decided just to feel everything rather than rationalizing it.

“I’ve wanted to ask you something since you told us your story. But I’ve never felt comfortable with it…I-um…will it be okay for you to talk about your scar?”, Peter questioned the girl as he put two empty bottles of Jack Daniels in the sack. (Y/N) was slightly surprised by the question. She had never thought somebody would be that interested in it.

“Yeah, go on.”

“Are you ashamed of it?”, the girl froze for a moment. Why would he ask such a thing!? (Y/N) turned around looking at the boy. She met his eyes and saw pure interest and soon regret as he saw her reaction, “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have as-asked that. Forge-forget about it.”, Peter stuttered and turn around shamefaced.

“No, no. It just surprised me. I don’t understand why you would ask me that.”

“I’ve seen you covering it almost all the time but simultaneously you don’t act as though you care if somebody will see it or not. ”

“Oh.”, she exclaimed, “No, I am not ashamed of it.”, she stated and images of her scar appeared in her head. When she had been still in Hydra, she had been allowed to use only one small mirror. Even with it, she had never seen her scar before she had come in the tower. (Y/N) was either too close to death to think about it, or busy with training and moaning from the pain, “The first time I saw it was when I came here. I wasn’t used to mirrors so the big one in my room did surprise me. At first I was passing by but the girl inside me saw an opportunity to show and one day I stood in front of it looking at me, my pale face that was slowly gaining its color, my pale body because of never being exposed under the sun, at my scar that wasn’t covered in blood. I saw myself whole and I did like every part of it. It made me who I am. Even the scar. You may think I was shocked, disgusted, ashamed of it but no. Well, maybe part of me felt sad but I was proud.”, at that time Peter and (Y/N) had sat in the clean part of the sofa. Pete was listening to her in awe. He was amazed by her words and the way she was talking about such a thing that could had caused her nightmares. The girl, on the other hand, was fully immersed in what she was saying. The events she was talking about overwhelmed her letting her feel the same emotions as she had done then, “I am proud of it because it tells my story and reveals who I am. It shows what I’ve been though and that I survived. When I was chained and whiplashed, I felt death. Deep inside I believed that every time was my last. That with the next close of my eyes, the agony would stop. I wanted that, Peter!”, the girl looked at him and he saw the broken in them. The previous night, when they were together, before and after the kiss she was smiling, shining like a star and lighting his way. Now, his star was quenched, “I was at the threshold of giving up. But I didn’t and that’s why I am not ashamed of my scar. It shows how strong I am and I will always be proud I managed to escape this peaceful trap I got myself into.”

For a moment, the boy just stood there not able to say anything. He had lost the ability to talk being too impressed. He had thought he had problems, with his high school troubles and nightly adventures. He was falling for her more and more with every second passing. He wasn’t able to stop it and was happy about it.

“Am I interrupting something?”, somebody asked all of a sudden causing the two teenagers, who were obviously sharing a moment, to jump, “Oh, sorry kids, didn’t want to scare you.”

“Hey, Colson!”, Peter greeted the man in the TV, “How are you?”

“Perfectly good. And by what I see around you, it must have been a rough night, huh?”, the man laughed at his words. Although he was used to seeing his favourite Avengers with hangovers the next morning, he still found their state funny.

“Well, maybe. We weren’t here but for the two of us it was definitely a night to remember.”, (Y/N) smiled and stood take a bottle because it wasn’t letting her see the man.

“Be careful, kids!”, he warned them with a smirk on his baby face, “I don’t want to become a grandpa.”

“You are just like Mr. Stark!”, Peter exclaimed.

“Is there something important, Mr. Colson?”, the girl changed the subject as she wasn’t that comfortable with the previous one.

“I’ve sent some information about a case. Tell Steve and Natasha to check it when they wake up.”, he informed the teenagers in front of him and said a goodbye giving the excuse he was busy. Then the screen went black and the ‘kids’, as Colson had referred to them, were once again alone.

“You know what? I am tired and I want to take a rest. Why don’t we leave this to the others?”, (Y/N) suggested as she put the sack on the floor, “It will be a lesson for them to learn.”

“I agree with you.”

“I’ll be in my room.”, the girl announced without letting Peter suggest a way to spent the time. She knew he would do so and she would had gladly accepted but right now she had something in mind that had to be done. Peter found her behavior odd but gave it to the exhausted statement.

(Y/N) rushed towards her room and once she was inside she turned the key. Something in Colson’s behavior had shown that there was a secret he was keeping. The way he looked for a second towards here and the fact that he gulped nervously was enough for her to understand that the secret was about her. Something had happened and it involved her. She had to know what and why.

“Jarvis, can I ask you for a favor?”, the girl asked as she sat on her bed.

“Yes, my lady, how can I help you?”, his voice echoed through the room. (Y/N) took a deep breath and then spoke

“Can you show me the file Mr. Colson have sent?”, the girl begged that her will would be fulfilled.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. (Y/L/N), but it’s only for Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”

“Jarvis, I need to know about that file. Nobody would know that I have read it.”, the girl stood and looked at one of the camera in the corner of the room. Tony assured her that only Jarvis could turn it on if he thinks someone is in danger, “I will get it eventually but since we are like friends, I am asking you polite. Please, show me the file.”, (Y/N) spoke softly yet firmly. Jarvis, of course, protested for some minutes but finally gave in.

“Here, but only for a second.”, her laptop shined and she saw a file being opened.

The girl sat on the chair and looked at the screen. There were some photos and a document. She decided to first open the photos and then the text explaining them. She clicked on them and the first one made her heart skip a beat. Woods, dead bodies, blood…(Y/N) clicked again and the photo changed. This one wasn’t taken from a distance like the other. It gave a better view on what had happened. She saw a kid laying on the ground dead. He had two, three, four, five holes in his body from bullets. The trees around the body were burnt, the grass too. (Y/N) knew those blonde curls, now having a red liquid in their ends, the pale face and the dark blue eyes that were looking at her. Biting her lip she opened the next photos. There were three more children and one boy around her age. Every one of them was surrounded by the damages their powers had caused. The witch was aware what had happened without even opening the file. However, she did it only to make sure she was wrong. Sadly, her thoughts were real. These kids had been killed by Hydra agents two kilometers away from the base where she had been kept. (Y/N) closed the laptop and turned around on the chair. She positioned her elbows in her knees and buried her head in her hands. Breathing in and out she tried to rationalize what she had seen. Those children weren’t more than 12, except the boy who was 16. Some of them had marks on them with the famous symbol of Hydra. Just like her, they had been marked no matter it was in a different way. She had to do something, she wanted to. Through the tenth years she had spent in the base, other kids had been coming, kidnapped from their parents. Some of them were orphans but others weren’t. They had families, friends, people who loved and adored them. And now? They were dead, lying on the woods where nobody could find them. They were thrown away like rubbish, killed as though they had been wild animals. Rage kept rising in (Y/N)’s body. She felt something that she hadn’t experienced for a month. But this time she didn’t try to stop it.

Part 8

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Imagine Spencer Taking Care Of You While You’re Sick And Building  A  Fort

Originally posted by sweetg

Originally posted by bau-obsessed


-Imagine Spencer With His Short Hair That He Had Around Season 6/7 Just The First Gif Fit In Perfectly.

 Also, I’m open for request so if you would want to drop one in my askbox that would be great! :) I Love You All-

You groaned in annoyance as well as pain when you heard rapid knocks on your apartment door. You contemplated getting up from your cozy white sofa, a couple seconds later deciding you didn’t feel the need to do so.

“Door’s open.” Your raspy voice attempted to inform, only for it to crack when your throat tightened. You had taken a sick day off of work considering you were… well, sick. You think you got it from your younger sister who had the flu last week when she stayed a couple nights with you. A fun weekend with your sweet sister had turned into 2 days of care giving. Now, here you were sleeping the whole day and sweating like a pig. You didn’t know what you had, but you figured it was flu related, maybe even strep throat.

You heard your door handle wiggle around but never had heard your door open. As you stared at your white ceiling, you then heard another eager pound on your wooden door, causing you to instantly sit up in alarm.

“It’s locked, Hailey!” You heard a familiar voice inform you with a hint of amusement in their voice. The ends of your lips tilted upwards, knowing who would be waiting at your door.

You threw your legs over your couch, your bare feet smacking the fuzzy white carpet beneath you. As soon as you stood up, you momentarily clutched onto your stomach in pain, earning another groan from your throat. Your head was pounding, still needing to get used to all the blood pressure falling from being so used to lying down all day. You then wrapped your small fingers around the ends of your light brown cardigan, which hung past your butt, around your front frame, suddenly feeling cold.

You tiptoed to your front door, thankful that you lived in an apartment and the door was only around 8 yards away from the living room. You set one hand on the freezing door knob, keeping your other phalanges around your sweater. You gradually twisted the doorknob, attempting to move as little as possible. When you opened the door, you were met with Spencer Reid with his standard awkward smile and two Starbucks coffee in both of his hands.

“I heard you were sick today and decided to stop by after work to check on you,” Spencer stated, inviting himself in and making his way to your marble island in the kitchen so he could place the coffee’s on the counter. When you didn’t reply, only smirking to yourself, Spencer turned around and raised one eyebrow, questioning your silence. Normally, you always were the one to talk out of the two of you. Your best friend studied your face, taking in your weary and sickly appearance. You hadn’t noticed considering you were eyeballing your favorite coffee drink Spencer had gotten you.

“Hailey?” The tall doctor inquired, capturing your attention. Your hair was up in a messy bun, small strands of hair falling over your face. Dark bags were placed under your exhausted y/e/c orbs and your lips were slightly parted. Spencer smiled again, still keeping his eyes on you. You reminded him of a small child at that instance.

“Have you eaten anything?” Spencer questioned, casually strolling to the other side of your counter and turning his back on you so he could open the cupboards. You watched lazily as he grabbed a plastic cup and brought it to the fridge’s water dispenser. Once the cup was full of cool water, Spencer rotated back around and began taking steps towards you again. He handed you the glass of water, carefully making sure you had it in your hands before letting go of the cup. You shook your head violently, realizing that nothing but drugs and water had entered your stomach today.

Your friend sighed and examined your face, there was still makeup on your face, most of it being around your eyes from all the rubbing you had done. Spencer then brought his eyes to your living room, noticing all the blankets on your couch. No wonder why you hadn’t gotten any better.

“Hailey,” Spencer began, bringing his hazel eyes back to you, You stared up at Spencer, still a bit dazed from your nap earlier. “Can you go take a cold shower for me while I make you something to eat?” He quietly asked you, taking a step closer to your short figure. Spencer was 6’1 and you were only around 5’3, so looking up at him would result in neck cramps sometimes.

You stuck out your lower lip and sunk your shoulders as well as hanging your head low, landing on Spencer’s chest. You whimpered, not wanting to walk all the way up your stairs to your bedroom at the moment. Spencer noticed, his chest rising and falling much higher and deeper than usual.

“I-I guess I could carry you upstairs.” Spencer shyly suggested, awkwardly smiling when he felt your head go up and down on his chest. Without warning, you then lifted your head up as well as your arms like a little girl would when her parents would carry her. Spencer chuckled and then bent his knees so he could put one arm around your knees and the other around your torso. Without hesitation, Spencer hoisted you up into his arms, bridal style, causing a small shriek to escape your throat. The two of you completely forgot about the water, not noticing the fact that you had dropped the plastic glass onto the ground. You then rested your head on your best friend’s chest and snaked one arm around his head.

As Spencer carried his friend up the stairs, he kept his eyes on you the whole time. You looked so fragile and composed. Your eyes were closed, completely forgetting that you were in the arms of Spencer.

“Hailey,” Spencer mumbled, staring at the two of you in your bathroom mirror. He liked the reflection he saw. Carrying you while you lay asleep in his arms. He smiled to himself, now looking down at you. “Hailey, you need to take a cold shower.” Spencer insisted, bumping her with his arm. You opened your eyes, now gazing up at him. A simple nod and Spencer put you down, already missing your warmth in his arms.

Spencer rotated around, preparing to leave until he overheard a quiet whimper from behind him. He then stopped, turning half way around to see you standing there with your arms up in the air. He furrowed his eyebrows and swallowed nervously. He really hoped you weren’t gesturing what he thought you were. Your eye’s lit up, the amusement glimmering in your bright orbs for the first time that night. Spencer awkwardly chuckled, now knowing you were only teasing him.

“After you’re done, get dressed and come downstairs, I’ll have dinner ready.”

Spencer informed you before pacing away and closing the door behind him. You then smiled to yourself before getting undressed. Spencer didn’t have to take care of you but he was. You adored that about him, how warm hearted he was.

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 After you took a frigid shower, which you despised, you got dressed in leggings and a red hoodie. You already felt better, now finding it more comfortable to walk. Your face felt refreshed and your body felt clean.

You still took small steps down the stairs, not wanting to make a ton of movement just in case your stomach ache decided to come back. You glanced up from the ground when you arrived at the bottom and didn’t see Spencer anywhere. Well, you had only looked in front of you, which was the kitchen, but when you turned your head to your living room you froze. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Before you was a fort that Spencer must have set up. When your best friend saw you standing there completely appalled. He dashed out of the fort and stood by your side.

“Feeling better?” The tall man asked, glancing down at you and mirroring your smile. All you did was nod before what happened next. You didn’t even see it coming. “Good, so I can do this!” Spencer whispered playfully before sweeping you off your feet and zooming into the tent with you in his arms. You giggled after a surprised scream escaped your throat.

Spencer leaned down, you still in his arms and then dropped you only a few feet off the ground and into a pile of pillows and blankets. You shrieked in astonishment, Spencer then landing right on his butt next to you. This was entirely unlike Spencer. You turned and looked at your friend who was now staring at you, a serious expression on his face, almost startling you.

Then, he brought your coffee in between your guys’ faces, causing you to snort and lift your shoulders up, a dorky thing you did when you tried to contain an obnoxious laughter.

“I should get sick more often.” You slyly mumbled, causing a chuckle from Spencer as he put his arm around you after handing you your coffee. You sunk into his arms, finding yourself completely dumbfounded when you felt Spencer’s lip on top of your head.

“I- I’m sorry,” Spencer muttered, not realizing what he did until now. You only blinked in shock before turning your head and lifting yourself up to Spencer’s level. You two stared at each other until you finally worked up enough guts to kiss his cheek. Spencer’s face immediately flushed 50 shades of red, you mirroring him. 

The end of the night ended with you sitting on Spencer’s lap and binge watching all the Harry Potter movies until 3 a.m. Tomorrow, the both of you would be exhausted at work but it was all worth it. You fell asleep with Spencer’s arms wrapped around your waist while your back faced him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. Spencer didn’t fall asleep until he knew you were. He enjoyed taking care of you and hoped he would be able to do so again.

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Prompt (write or share): Cat is openly bi and something of an icon to the queer community but Kara somehow misses this because other mainstream media like to pretend she's straight (Cat just lives her life as she likes). But when Maggie learns Kara worked directly for Cat for two years she wants to know all about it. Kara is initially confused until Maggie explains the reason for her interest (surprised that Kara doesn't know) - whereupon Kara is her big gay/bi awakening, version one million.

“I’m sorry Alex had to be put in the decontamination chamber,” Kara explains, gesturing for Maggie to sit and setting down the stack of pizza boxes. “J’onn promised to put it on the strongest setting, but she’s stuck there at least until morning.”

“You know, I can really just head home,” Maggie replies, but her eyes light up at the sight of pepperoni. “Well, after one slice.”

“I knew I liked you, Detective.” Kara pushes the box towards Maggie. “How was work? Catch any cool aliens?”

“None as cool as you,” Maggie teases, accepting the beer that Kara super speeds out of Alex’s fridge. “How’s life at CatCo?”

“Crazy,” Kara groans. “I never thought I’d miss working for Cat, but here we are.”

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FIGHTING FAIR

Black Hat x Reader


A/N: I laughed so hard at “salty bean” I think I may have scared my father a little bit!!!! x)&
Also, for the sake of the way I view said salty bean: I’m going to say that you’ve been together for a long time, and that it took you even longer to win him over and get him to admit that he actually has feelings, because that is a novel of events and chemistry to build up x)&
Anyways! I hope you enjoy!!


You stared at him for a long time as he ate across from you. As far as boyfriends go, Black Hat was…well he tried.

Affection wasn’t his strong suit, but you could tell he cared about you. He showed it in little ways like not hanging you over a shark tank when you slipped up or constantly threatening you with that glare of his. He even ate every meal he could with you, cold and silent though he may have been most of the time. In return you attempted to make Black Hat’s life easier. You made him food and helped clean his desk. Often times, you would have to help the sleep deprived man into his room. He appreciated you for it.

Still, after dating for a while, you were hoping to move past quick, begrudging hugs and the occasional hand to hold.

“What?” He asked, noticing your stare and pulling you from your thoughts. You shook your head to clear it, then shrugged.

“I don’t know.” You replied, going back to your food, “Just thinking I guess.”

No one else was in the mansion today. Flug and 5.0.5 left on business yesterday, and Black Hat took great joy in forcing Dementia to go along with them. He had you all to himself for the weekend….now if only he knew what to do with the time…

The two of you finished dinner and began to wash the dishes in a comfortable silence. You scraped off food and rinsed planes before Black Hat put them into the dishwasher.

“So, y/n,” Black Hat sighed looking at you, “We only have one more day until those idiots-”

“Our friends.”

“Whatever- Before they get home. What do you want to do?” He asked.

You were a bit surprised, usually Black Hat planned your activities and you just followed him or there was some kind of work to be done that he really didn’t need you for, but asked you to help anyway. The responsibility of choosing felt strange, almost unwanted. Still, you were tired, and had an idea of what you wanted to do.

“Let’s go watch a movie.” You suggested, grabbing his hand and walking into the living room. He followed, placing his free hand on his tailbone calmly. You seemed so tired, yet so enthusiastic at the same time. It amused him greatly.

You always had a way of doing that. Making him smile for reasons he didn’t entirely understand. It would have been upsetting if he didn’t love you so much.

You sat down in front of the movie shelf and began looking through them, trying to make a decision. Black Hat stood behind you, resting the other hand on his tailbone as well. He wondered as to what you would choose, you’re movie taste varied quite a bit.

“Oh! How about this one?” You asked, looking up to him with a DVD case in your hand. The cover read “The Book of Life.”

“When did we get this?” Black Hat asked, looking it over.

“I bought it a while ago.” You said, crawling with the movie to the TV where the DVD player was. Black Hat smiled a bit wider and raised an eyebrow at your refusal to simply get up and walk there.

He walked over to the couch as you handled the logistics of actually starting the movie. It took a few tries before you remembered what input to use, but soon you had the movie playing and walked back over to the couch. Black Hat patted the spot next to him and you sat down, taking hold of his hand.

“So what’s this whole thing about?” He asked, rubbing the back of your hand a bit with his thumb. For some reason he felt a need to be close to you.

“It is about love, and family, and the Day of the Dead, and following your dreams!” You smiled looking up at him with enthusiasm.

“Well…Dia de los Muertos sounds interesting…” Black Hat smiled, “Maybe the love thing doesn’t sound too bad, either.”

He leaned down and quickly kissed you on your cheek. You blushed and squeezed his hand. Your flustered reaction made him smile. He loved you, greatly, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the power he had over you because the affection was returned.

The movie went on and Black Hat actually did enjoy himself. The pin that made its wearer invincible sparked his interest, and he made a mental note for a few new products because of it.

He chucked also when the villain appeared to win because he didn’t fight fair. You looked up and him with a raised eyebrow.

“Villains don’t fight fair, my dear.” He smiled wickedly, and you turned back to the screen. Why was Black Hat always so handsome? Your blush shone in the dim light.

Eventually, his focus only half fell on the movie. The other half of his attention was on you: how you were so invested in the characters, how your eyes lit up when a scene you enjoyed came on the screen, how you hummed along to the songs quietly, how warm your hand was in his own.

At some point near the end of the film, Black Hat made the decision to pull you under his arm. You blushed, surprised by the sudden physical contact. He wasn’t much of a person to do things like this. If he hugged you it usually was because he was going away or you had done something clumsy or stupid enough to worry him.

Your body was warm against his, and he enjoyed the closeness between you two. As the film ended, you snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Tired yet?” He asked. You could hear the low rumble of his voice in his chest, and you sighed with contentment.

“Not at all.” You lied, putting one hand on his chest and another around his waist, as if to say “I am staying right here.”

Black Hat chuckled, and put his arms further around you. He really did love you.

He laid down and pulled you over with him, further wrapping you in his body. Your noses touched and you both smiled. There was so much he wanted to say and do, but the moment was too pure for even him to mess with. You snuggled into his warmth again, and he held you close, listening to the sound of your breathing.

Soon you fell asleep and Black Hat smiled into the darkness. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch over the both of you, content to lay with you the entire night.

He may have been evil. He may have relished in the power he had over you. But in reality, you had so much power over him that he almost couldn’t comprehend it.

He loved you so much, and with moments like these…you just didn’t fight fair.

Jared Leto x Pregnant Reader

Author’s Note; They are definitely still open, and oh my gosh, stop with the flattery!! it means too much to me! i’ve actually never done a pregnancy one before so this should be immensely interesting!!! This sucks and i’m sorry but Your wish = My command lovely @bitch-its-bigbang  <3

A resonating feeling of unease plagued the outside of your stomach and you couldn’t stop the gentle display of frustration that slid down the features of your face. The inside of your hand came into contact with the smooth fabric of your maternity shirt as the pain slowly began to subside. Contrary to how they make it look on TV and online, being pregnant wasn’t exactly a simple task in the modern world. The constant nausea, torturous breast pain, rapid gain of weight, pressure on your joints and ultimate discomfort throughout the day and night was no where near as glamorous as it was portrayed.  Perhaps it was trapped gas this time, or maybe undigested food; whatever the case, you were more bothered by your current emotions of depression to really pay the physical pain any mind. Your doctor had informed you that depression would be common given the hormonal changes, as well as the whole “getting fat” and constantly feeling “ill” thing, but although you expected it, it never ceased to be a lot to bare. Even though all these things got under your skin, the more dominating emotion of them all was loneliness, you missed him. 

Shaking your head, you giggled at yourself as the fingers on your free hand traced over the small crib that sat only a few feet away from you, decorated in teal and a few off shades of green; it was one of your favorite colors. The overall scheme of the room was perfection, and Jared being the control freak that he was, didn’t mind taking on the entire task of the furniture himself. There was a rocking chair near the crib, a changing table to your left, a shelf full of much needed things for mom and dad to take care of the baby, a small humidifier  on your right, and a half put together night stand next to that. Superman he may be, but that one stand was his kryptonite. If he’d just read the instructions rather than insisting on doing it himself, it might have been fully functional by now. 

It’s funny, here you were planning for your future, and the only thoughts that stuck to the forefront of your mind were those of the past. How long had it taken for you and Jared to get to this point? 4 months, 5; you couldn’t recall.

your swollen ankles caused you to sit in the rocking chair near by as you attempted to think about it all. It had been a grand total of 7 months since you told Jared about your little surprise and he was anything but excited at first. As mature as he was, he was not very skilled at hiding his emotions when it came to his personal life, instead, he seemed as if he were in a daze. He was so engulfed in his work and his career that it seemed as though he was avoiding you rather than helping you. A part of you couldn’t help but sympathize with him because you never really wanted children and his current avoidance of you just proved to you that he wasn’t disappointed, he was afraid. Although you both were financially stable, Jared never really had much time to himself due to travel, his work and his growing interests, but at one point in the beginning stages of your pregnancy, you had, had enough. You packed your things, searched for a hotel and even called a cab to deliver you some where other than his home. It took him 3 days to even realize you were gone, or rather, to figure out where you were. 

his voice was casual at first until he pointed his finger at you sternly. “Don’t, ever. Do that, again.” he fumed before approaching you slowly. You weren’t prepared for his hands on your skin, or the not so gentle embrace that he bestowed on you in the doorway of the hotel room. You felt like you were there for hours with him, just standing in the door way taking in his scent, listening to his breathing, and taking in his heartbeat. 

The sound of the hotel door closing alerted you both that you had been there too long, and you instantly pulled away from him. Moving to the other side of the hotel room, you slipped your hands over your growing stomach and and shrugged. “Look, ya don’t want to be a dad or whatever, and that’s fine. I’m not gonna force ya to do anything you don’t want to do. We can call it quits now, and I can just ……do this by myself.” 

his features held a tone of disapproval while the rest of his frame stood completely still in the distance. It seemed like something you said had caught his attention and although he seemed calm, you could tell there was something growing underneath the surface. his eyes flickered to you for a moment before he casually walked over to level his eyes with yours. You couldn’t describe the look he was giving you, but it seemed to be a mixture of confusion and dominancy. “You really think, for a second, that I don’t want to be in my kid’s life?” he was almost offended, and you shrugged. “Come on, it’s the 21st century. How many kids have been planned or well thought out before being brought into the world? How many fathers could care less that they had an offspring running around out there in the universe?” You questioned in an as-a-matter-a-fact tone. His eyebrows knitted together and his stared sharpened on you. “I am not your father. Just because he decided to skip out on you, doesn’t mean that everyone else in your life will.” You felt an eyebrow arch as your upper half slightly slid back in offense. Although you didn’t have much of a relationship with your father, your mother was nearly your best friend. Watching her raise you and struggle every day nearly tore you a part and the idea of having to do it with your own child frightened you. However, if he truly didn’t want to be there, you were not going to force him. He had missed the sonogram due to work, when in all actuality you believed he was just avoiding you.  Then, the first few months of the pregnancy, you had to handle nearly everything by yourself. It all felt like an immense burden on him, and with you being you, you’d never accept being a burden to anyone.  “Well what am I supposed to think, Jared? - - That you’re just gonna give up your life and your career for knitting booties and making car payments. People like you …..don’t settle for normal. What if you get bored of us? What if you decide that normal isn’t what you want? I don’t want to be the “girl you knocked up” or the “annoying baby mama” I just want….you.” You sighed flapping your hands as you spoke before finally just letting them flop down at your side with your latest confession. He frowned before nodding his head and finally being overcome by a giant bolt of laughter. It was a strange laugh; it tickled your heart and set your pulse a flame. “Why are you laughing? This…..this isn’t funny.” You stuttered and attempted to keep your composure even though his laughter was contagious. 

 you weren’t prepared for his hand to capture yours and slowly his thumb ran over the delicate skin on the back of your hand. “Because…..how many times do I have to tell you that you’re more than that? I’m 45 years old, and I don’t believe in baby mama’s. If you’re having a child by me, you’re mine. Period. We didn’t plan this, but it’s not an accident, and you’re definitely not in this by yourself.” You scoffed. “Do you have any idea how I felt, coming home and you had just disappeared? Did you think I’d be pleased? Did you think I wouldn’t care? After all this time, what kind of man did you think you were dealing with?” his questions were coated in offense and you knew whole heartedly that he was hurt, but it was never your intention. “You’re Jared Leto, oh 30 seconds to mars, method actor, king of the Gods. I don’t know what I expected, but I definitely didn’t expect you to come here.” You admit, and his shoulders slide back in response. “Do you love me?” He asked simply and you narrowed your eyes. “That a joke?” You questioned and he frowned. “I expect an answer.” he demanded and you smiled. “No, I just willing put myself through getting fat, achy, gross and being extremely unfuckable for you because you’ve got good skin.” You answer sarcastically. 

his face grew more serious now, but his hand still kept a hold of yours firmly. his eyes captured yours in a grip so strong that you could have sworn that he hypnotized you. “Do you even know what love is? Do you know what it feels like to love someone so much and not be able to touch them, or look at them or talk to them as much as you want to because you’re so busy working? You don’t think I miss you, or think about you all the time? Do you know how hard it is to focus on work knowing that you’re here, alone, roaming around this big house …..without me? You could go into labor at any moment and I could moss everything. You don’t think that hurts me? Then you pack your shit and just…..disappear….” Although his hand remained on yours his free hand motioned in front of him as he spoke and illustrated his true feelings and you couldn’t help but suddenly feel your mood decline at the thought. “I wasn’t….trying to hurt you I…..just felt like you didn’t ….want me.” you admitted and he tilted his head to the side. “That’ll never happen.” he reassured. “I’m sorry, for leaving….” he shrugged. “You got a really good hotel room, bright side. Maybe you could plan the vacations from now on?” 

You were shaken from your thoughts by the sound of the room door closing and you hadn’t realized it before but you had dozed off. You wanted to open your eyes when you smelled the cologne of your love, but you were so tired that you simply sat there with your eyes closed. His feet shuffled closer and closer to you and you assumed he’d just throw a blanket over you and leave you there but instead you felt a strange heat near your body. Was he watching you, sleep? That’s …..not strange at all. Sure, stare at the fat girl while she’s trying to catch some z’s, super polite. You nearly laughed at your thoughts concerning yourself but instead you used what little energy you hand to reach up and brush a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I was….just…” he trailed off before you opened your eyes to stare at him absently. his arm was slightly extended in the direction of your stomach and you wrinkled your eyebrows slightly. “Did you….want to feel it?” You questioned. He had never touched your stomach before, not really, and the idea that he wanted to only made you smile. 

he was hesitant at first, almost scared that if he laid a hand on it, it would break or shatter, but you smiled to reassure him. “Can I?” He asked politely and you pushed your lips together. “Well….you put it in there, ya might as well.” You joked and he smiled. His hand rested on the outside of your stomach softly and you couldn’t stop the small chuckle that left your lips. It must have woken the baby because you felt her shift slightly inside. “Wow….” he trailed off staring down at your stomach as if he were inside his own little world. “Wanna….help me lay down?” You asked needing a little help to get to the bedroom. “Yeah….” he mumbled with his hand still connected to your stomach. “J….” you insisted and he laughed. “Ok.” He shifted in front of you before offering his hand for you to stand. It didn’t take too long to get you to the bedroom and down onto the sheets especially since your energy level wasn’t as vibrant as it usually was. His chest was against your back faster than you knew it and you frowned. “Don’t you have plans to go hiking today, what are you doing here?” You questioned and a strange sound resonated through his chest. “I can go tomorrow, I wanna nap with you.” He answered ,and you smiled against the pillow. You turned to face him only to have his fingers twirl the end of a few strands of your hair. Your index finger poked at his lips softly and you smiled. “You still growing this?” You asked referring to the caveman project of a beard attached to his face. He wrinkled his eyes as if to say “yeah” and you laughed. You two stayed that way for a while, but you knew you went to sleep long before him because you could still feel his eyes on your skin as you slept. 

You were dragged away from your comfort by a pain in your stomach so sudden that you jumped up from your sleeping position to rest your hand on your stomach. A glance over to Jared and he was completely asleep, and you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him that way. Your hand absently reached for him but you pulled away when the pain repeated. Something felt wrong, but you didn’t want to be dramatic about it. You stood from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, but the immense water that poured from your lower regions alerted you that you didn’t have as much time as you thought you did. “J….” you trailed off looking towards the bed, only for Jared to move slightly and turn over. “J!” you all but yelled only to have him pop up from his position on the bed and look at you confused. “What’s wrong?” he questioned. “We gotta go…” you stated looking down at your wet clothes. 

He came to life in only a matter of seconds, grabbing over night bags, clothes, keys, covers, pillow, and even photos. “Why are you grabbing photo albums and the camera?!” you questioned growing aggravated and he shrugged “So we can take pictures…” he trailed off and you pointed to the phone “Phones have cameras Jared, they also have numbers to call people so you don’t know a photo album, what the fuck?” His shoulders pulled back in offense again, but you couldn’t help it. “Careful.” he urged. “Let’s go!” you yelled. 

The hospital wasn’t too far away, but the delivery seemed as though it lasted longer than you were prepared for. You couldn’t figure out which part was worse; the pain or the constant yelling of the word “push.” It was currently your least favorite word at this point. Jared never left your side throughout the delivery and the small promises he whispered in your ear were nearly forgotten as you finally stared into the eyes of the one you had been dying to meet. 

she, was beautiful. 
“What…..should we name her?” he asked looking down at you and slightly tilting her to your view. Your mouth gaped open slightly, seeing them both stand there so perfect, and the realization that you hadn’t thought of a name for her sank in quickly. “Umm….” you answered slowly before he smiled at you. “Constance, her name is Constance.” you finally answered before he could speak. His eyes landed on your with an emotion you had never seen before, but it oozed approval. “Yeah…Constance.” he said gentle while gazing down at her, it was perfect, but you couldn’t stay awake long enough to enjoy it.  

all to myself: vlog 2

“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)

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pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader
warning: implied smut

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anonymous asked:

Hi, can you do a hc about the rfa (and v and saeran, if you write about them) on a mc that they have met before when she was drunk and was flirting with them really smoothly? And then the storylines happens and she doesn't remember them but they do?

(*´ω`*) np! I wonder if I’d flirt when drunk….So far when I’m tipsy I just get really stubborn. I think the RFA would have a handful dealin with me, haha!


Zen

-When he finally met you in person, he suddenly realized why your voice seemed so familiar.

-You were that chick from about a month back!

-But…You didn’t seem embarrassed? You just smiled and joked just like you did on the chat (albeit with a bit more blushing). Did you even remember?

-He sure did. He remembered just hanging out with his fellow co-actors, just relaxing at a local bar he enjoyed and having a few beers. He was used to women coming up to him and trying to flirt, but uh…Not drunk women who didn’t realize who he was.

-”You- You know? You look a LOT, like a LOT, like this actor guy dude from the local theater. God, you should just see that dude. His name is? Is uh. Zenny? Something I can’t fucking, remember…But god I’d lick his abs, he’s so handsome. You look like that guy man! That cool guy. That beautiful dude.

-Oh my god. He felt so fucking embarrassed for you. You just kept going and going, not realizing the whole time, until your friends finally dragged you back home.

-He thought of that scene a few times, but oh my god, your friends never told you? (GOOD FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS)

-He decided NOT to bring it up then, not when the two of you were finally meeting in person for the second first time. 

-(A few weeks later, he finally brought it up. Your face was so red as you called your friends for confirmation. When they finally admitted what had happened, you just stood in embarrassed Shock. Until Zen finally admitted you were the one girl who managed to flirt with him at a bar and he actually got interested in you.)

Jaehee

-Jumin had given her so ‘free’ time. Which was, of course, allowing her to go on a wine tasting event with him. It was a bit better than working (and he’d probably have her set up a few meetings anyway), so she agreed.

-She didn’t drink often, but she could see how some lightweights could become overwhelmed with the all the samples.

-At least, that’s the excuse she came up for you. God, as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she instantly remembered how drunk you had gotten at that simple wine tasting event. But you didn’t remember her? It stung a little, but you were…Very. Very drunk.

-She remembered you trying to casually walk towards her. She thought you were wanting to talk to her about Jumin, praying that it wasn’t about how you could get a date with him. But when you slid your arm around hers and slurred, she nearly had her heart stop.

-”You-You are literally the only pretty person here. These dudes are so uuugly. Oh my god, how come rich guys can’t even look decent half the time. Do you like girls? I like girls. I’m a girl. You’re a girl. Lets. Lets hang out. Blow this popsicle stands. We’ll have fun.”

-When security dragged you away (Jumin’s doing, with light murmurs of complaints from him), Jaehee had to try her best not to blush and laugh.

-You were cute, but oh my god she had never been flirted with like that.

-As the two of you started dating, she never, ever mentioned it. Not until about a year later after a night you had gotten tipsy again, and thankfully you two just laughed together about it.

Jumin

-As soon as he heard you voice, he knew it was familiar. A nice one, something that didn’t urk him that much.

-Seeing you in person made him immediately want to ban all wine from the RFA party. How you were so shameless he never understood.

-A few months back, he had attended an event that allowed for extra guests to be brought. He didn’t really remember which one. He had went to so many they just blurred together at times.

-He did, however, remember clearly of a drunken woman suddenly grasping his arm. He immediately was annoyed, thinking it was some other woman who had tried flirting with him earlier, but when it was someone new, he gave you a moment to talk.

- “These rich dudes are so. Boring. Are you boring too? You look cool. You look…Cool. Not borin’. Not borin’ at alllllll. Do you wanna be not boring together? Like. The dude who brought me doesn’t even know where I am. Fuck em. Fuck em all. I’d even fuck you if you’d lemme.”

-Oh my god.

-Security had came and gotten you later, and he just sighed and fixed his sleeve. He thought you were ridiculous. 

-So at the RFA party, when you said you were introducing yourself the first time, he called you out on it. It wasn’t the first time you two had met.

-He ended up going in full detail, exactly what you said, how your hair was messed up, how everything about you was just. Embarrassing.

-Your first RFA party was filled with many embarrassing moments after that, especially from a teasing Seven.

Seven

-He was just hanging out with Zen when the drunk you came sauntering up, looking strangely confident and slightly confused.

-He almost pulled his phone out, getting ready to film what was possibly Zen’s most embarrassing moment.

-Instead, his hands froze when you passed by Zen and went directly to him.

-“You’re. You’re weird lookin. Not in a bad way though. Like. You look weird but cool. Cute. Yeaaah. I like redheads. Are you into girls? Or guys? Because i wanna. I wanna take ya out.”

-Omg. He was dying. He never really had this happen before, and Zen’s shocked expression was totally worth it.

-Before he could give you a reply, your friends finally found you and pulled you away while spouting apologies.

-So when he found out exactly who you were when he did his background check, he laughed so hard

-He wouldn’t bring it up with the others around (Maybe Zen), but he’d tease the FUCK outta you about it.

-“I guess you got what you wanted, huh?”

Yoosung

-Poor baby. He’d NEVER bring it up to you, except on his deathbed.

-He had finally agreed to go to the bar Zen wanted to take him to. He was a bit nervous because of how often he was being carded. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking!!

-Of course, to make matters worse, there were girls flirting with Zen constantly. He was just here as a third wheel!

-He watched as another girl kinda. Stumbled over to Zen. Great. He couldn’t even have drunk girls- Oh god she was going to him, not Zen!

-“Heyaaa, cutie? You’re preeeetty young, huh? Barely able to get in here huh? Hahaha.. but you’re so so cute. Hey, cutie, gimme your phone number! I’ll be your girlfriend!”

-Oh my god. Oh. My god. He was mortified. Even Zen was watching! Oh my god.

-Before he could gather the courage to respond, he saw a few girls come and drag you away, full of scolding and giggles.

-That night, Zen just laughed and patted your back.

-Of course Zen wasn’t laughing now as Yoosung kissed you, vowing to keep that memory to himself.

-(Until Zen told you literally a day later)

V

-V didn’t really go to bars or anything of the sort. But when he visited exhibitions, especially ones he was also featured in, they tended to offer wine to drink.

-Unfortunately, not everyone could hold their alcohol.

-He watched a woman stumble a bit, quietly murmuring to several different pictures.

-Eventually she made over to where he was standing.

- “God. I love this one. This. This is a good one. Better than the others. Wait. No, that’s mean. Those are good too. But this one, this one is like. Good good.”

-Oh god. He was trying his best not to laugh. He decided to stand beside his own just in case he could answer questions, or interest people in more of his works. He was not expecting this.

- “But man. This guy has to be sooo fun to be with. I’d love to date this guy! Have coffee! Talk about. Flowers and shit. God, I’d probably sleep with him too.”

- Wow?? He didn’t even know how to respond. So… He didn’t. He watched you sleepily study his picture and… Walk away.

-Flash to him finally meeting you after the RFA party, and you didn’t seem to remember him OR his pictures at all.

-He worried a bit if his pictures just didn’t last well in people, but when you looked as if you never saw them, he concluded maybe you just didn’t remember that day whatsoever.

-Later on, when you two had been together, he always kept you away from the wine at his exhibits. When you questioned him about this, he finally told you about the first time he met you.

-Needless to say, you never drank at exhibitions ever again


Saeran

-The first time he met you, before the whole RFA mess, was at a bar.

-Needless to say, he pegged you as a target before you really said anything.

-He had watched you from a corner, just basically watching everyone. He was just trying to see what the fuss was about with bars.

-The drunks were annoying. And stupid. Annoyingly stupid.

-But… He wasn’t expecting a decent looking one come to him and try hitting on him.

-He watched, slightly amused, as you stumbled over your words.

-“You’re a little black parade looking punk, aren’t you? Lookin. All tough. And like a punk. Very punky. Can I sit with you, punk? You’re. Cute punk. Yeah! I like punk stuff too, imma even gonna get this badass tattoo one day, man! Whoop!”

-He didn’t even manage to give a response before you sat down and promptly conked the fuck out.

-He didn’t really know what to do, and since he didn’t feel like getting mixed up in anything, he left the bar before any of your friends could question him.

-So when the two of you finally met in person, and you introduced himself, he just laughed for a while.

-“Do you not remember me?”

-After a brief explanation, he ended up laughing for a looong time with how red you had gotten. He actually joined Seven in teasing you.

harrypotterandkate-deactivated2  asked:

Three word prompt? "ask me again" OR prompt based on Into the Blue by Sara Jackson-Holman

I thought this would be our last case.

She doesn’t know why Castle’s words strike her with such a finality, a sharp pang of fear and rejection that she doesn’t understand lancing through her chest, but they resound through her mind long after he’s delivered the blow. She should be relieved - he would be in the Hamptons for an entire summer and Kate would… she’d be with Tom and it’d be great, it is great. 

What if great isn’t enough?

Kate drags a hand through her hair and stares down at the phone grasped in her palm. She’s still stinging from the salt Esposito had thrown in her unexpected wound, her dinner with Tom lost to her wandering mind. He’d driven her home, placed a gentle kiss on her lips and wished her a good night, and she should feel content, happy, not knotted up inside. 

But the idea of Castle leaving has her stomach in tangles and her heart too heavy in her chest and it doesn’t make any sense to miss him so fiercely - to miss him at all - when he’s not even gone, when she doesn’t even like him to begin with. Except…

She does like him. She likes him a lot.

Beckett tugs at the collar of her turtleneck, the material suddenly too tight, constricting her throat, and swipes her thumb across the screen of her phone, brings the device to life and pulls up Castle’s contact information. Maybe… maybe if she just talked to him, smoothed out the awkwardness she had tried and failed to avoid earlier that morning, made him feel less like a nuisance and more like the close friend he had become - maybe that would eradicate the uncomfortable throb resonating through her sternum.

Kate sighs and presses the call button, purses her lips and breathes steadily through her nose while she waits for him to pick up, wondering for the first time if he might actually ignore her call on purpose-

“Detective Beckett, you’re calling rather late this evening,” Castle answers, his greeting infused with its usual charm, but tonight it sounds far more forced than she’s ever heard. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her lips part, but for a few horrifying seconds, her words become clogged in her throat, nothing but air escaping her lungs, and she can practically hear Castle’s demeanor change.

“Kate, are you okay? Is there someone there-”

“No, no,” she gets out, finally, her heart slowing into a more comfortable rhythm, soothed by his concern. Ever since the Scott Dunn case, he’s subtly become more protective, still unhappy with her current living arrangement because he wasn’t convinced the current place she was renting was safe enough for her. He wasn’t exactly wrong, but - not the point. Not tonight. “Sorry, I just - Castle, I wanted to apologize for earlier-”

“Apologize?” he echoes in confusion. “For - wait, about the Demming and the beach house thing this morning? Beckett, come on, there’s nothing to-“

“You’re still - my partner, you know?” she informs him, biting her lip when he actually goes silent. Never a good sign for Castle. “Tom and I may be together, but you’re still - there’s no one I’d trust more to have my back.” To be her only backup.

She can hear him release a long breath. “Is this your way of saying you’ll miss me when I’m gone?”

Kate exhales quietly at the teasing tone of his voice, plops down on the edge of her cheap new couch that is far from comfortable, and drops her head back against the top of the sofa. “Well, you will be gone a whole summer.”

“Is that a yes?” he gasps and a huff of laughter escapes her this time. “You know, maybe that long of a break is a bit extreme for-”

“Castle?” she murmurs when he pauses mid sentence, grumbles something under his breath.

“Sorry, Gina’s been relentless these last few days,” he mutters, irritation evident in his voice and tampering down the ridiculous hope that had risen in her chest at his mention of the summer, where that sentence had been headed. “Listen, Kate, do you mind if I take this so I can talk to you in peace and I’ll call you right back?”

Beckett gnaws on her bottom lip, tries not to think too hard about how much she relishes in the sound of her first name in his mouth. 

“You know, it’s getting late. Handle Gina and we’ll pick up this conversation tomorrow,” she compromises softly, brushing her thumb back and forth along the smooth silver of the ring decorating her finger. 

“Okay,” Castle says, something about his agreement gentle, tender, and her heart does a flip in her sternum, stumbles against her ribs when it lands. “I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams, Detective.”

“Until tomorrow,” she replies, cursing herself for it the second the words are out, his words, and withdrawing the phone from her ear before he can respond. 

Until tomorrow. 

Shit, what was she doing? She’d already turned down his offer to the Hamptons, turned him down more times than she can count within the past year, but she just… she doesn’t want to turn him down anymore. And maybe it’s too late, they’ve yet to prove their timing as anything but awful, but maybe there was still time.

But first-

She had to break up with Demming.

-

They hardly have the chance to talk the next morning, to pick up the conversation that had been put on hold the night before due to his persistent ex-wife and publisher, and it has her itching to solve this case even faster. But her hopes still remain dashed even once the case is put away and their afternoon is cleared of all obligation when Castle is forced to leave early, drop Alexis off at Princeton.

“I’ll be back in time for the surprise party the boys are throwing me,” he tells her on his way out, his eyes a gleaming bright blue, tugging his lips up in the corners as he stares back at her with a puzzled expression. “What?”

Beckett shakes her head. “Nothing, just… looking forward to picking up where we left off.”

Surprise splashes through his gaze and Castle takes a step closer to her in front of the murder board. “Are you sure you’re okay? Because you look like you want me to go so I can hurry up and come back and that is wholly unlike you, Beckett. ”

She rolls her eyes and smacks his arm. “You wish.”

“Oh, you know I do,” he grins, swaying when she shoves his chest with her palm. “I’ll see you.”

“Mhmm,” she nods, watching him walk off towards the elevators, a spring in his step that she wonders if she’s responsible for, that adds a slight spring to the beat of her heart. One that falters and collapses as Demming comes into view, excitement about Asbury and their weekend away still written all over his face. 

She’s not sure what she wants, what she’s doing, but ending things with Tom before she makes a regrettable mistake later, before she can truly hurt him, is one of the few courses of action she’s certain of right now.

-

Castle is back quicker than she had expected, not long after her final words with Tom Demming have been exchanged, and she gathers her breath again before she joins their team in the break room, snags a bottle of beer for the sake of something to busy her anxious hands with.

She catches his gaze with the hook of hers, the smirk of her mouth and the line about not needing to drink to take him. That definitely ignites some intrigue in his eyes.

“Castle, do you have a second?”

Lanie shoots her an encouraging look, but Kate ignores her best friend’s thrilled expression, ignores the boys and her captain sharing curious gazes, and instead leads Castle out of the room, into the relative privacy of the hallway.

“Alone at last,” he chuckles, smiling back at her as she fiddles with the bottle in her hands, picking at the paper label with her thumb. “What’s on your mind?”

Kate takes a deep breath and he notices, that same intrigue from mere seconds ago back and blooming through his eyes. 

“Look, I know that I’m not the easiest person to get to know, and I don’t always let on what’s on my mind,” she begins, averting her gaze to the wall for a breath of a moment to gather her courage before redirecting it back to him, holding his eyes with everything laid out in hers for the first time since she’s met him. Because just this once, she wants him to see. “But this past year, working with you, I’ve had a really good time.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, his eyes softening into a beautiful shade of blue. “Me too.”

“So - ask me again.”

The smile falls from his face, his brow creasing, but he already has an idea of what she means, she can see it in the bewildered spark that races through his gaze, ripples through his features.

“Ask you again?” he repeats, drifting in closer until they’re barely an inch apart, his torso nearly bumping into the bottle of her beer. “You mean - to the Hamptons? You want me to ask you-”

“Yes,” she murmurs, pinning her bottom lip between her teeth for what has to be the thousandth time in the last twelve hours, her nerves like ravenous butterflies through her insides, ripping her to shreds. 

“But what about Demming and - and the beach house and the weekend-”

“We broke up. Earlier, I… he wasn’t what I was looking for right now,” she confesses, pieces of the bottle’s label floating to the floor like confetti beneath the relentless scratching of her nails. “I wish I hadn’t… Tom is great, but he wasn’t - right.”

Castle’s adam’s apple bobs with the quick swallow that ripples down his throat. “This is why you called last night?”

Kate’s fingers go still when Castle covers one of the hands clutching the bottle, stilling her nervous ministrations. “Yeah. This wasn’t necessarily what I had planned, but it’s - I don’t want to regret not saying yes to something I want.”

“You want… okay,” he breathes, straightening up in front of her and drawing one of her hands free, holding her slender fingers between his, and she’d laugh at him, if she could find the ability to breathe properly past the percussion of her heartbeat nearly drowning out his words. “Come to the Hamptons with me, Kate.”

The ridiculous smile blossoms across her lips, calms the rhythm in her chest, and Kate nods, tugs on the hand tangled with hers until he’s drifting with her out of sight from the window she knows their friends are using to spy on them. She has no intention of doing anything necessarily worth hiding, but then Castle slips his free hand along the edge of her jaw, into her hair with his palm cradling her cheek.

“Was that a yes, Beckett?” he murmurs, his lips twitching with amusement, his eyes dancing with the same vibrant joy she fills fluttering through her chest. 

All she has to do is lean forward in her heels, smudge her lips to his in a kiss that is tentative and new and has frissons of electricity sparking from the moment they touch, twining through her veins and setting her entire body alight. 

“Yeah, Castle,” she whispers into his mouth, smirking against the breath he sucks in. “I’ll go to the Hamptons with you.”

Am I Enough PT 2

Bucky X Reader 


Summary: An unexpected turn in your relationship with Bucky sends you on a journey that will hopefully find you back home one day.


Warnings: angst 


A/N: Hello everyone, I just wanted to start out with how thrilled and honored I was to have all of you read my new story. I am still getting the jitters from it all. Sorry it took so long but here it is. This chapter is more of a stage setter for what is to come and no bucky we catch up with where the reader is now.  

“When did this start between you two? How long has it been? Did it gradually come to be or did it just hit you one day? I asked if you had ever thought about the others, in a I-could-possibly-date way. Wait, was that when it all began? You actually thought about it and realized she would be better for you. I shouldn’t have asked, I mean I was so happy that you chose me over them but I brought this on myself didn’t I?“ 


“Can’t you just tell me? Answer me, dang It! Do I now mean so little you can’t even give me a proper answer. I love you with everything I have in me, but that’s not enough for you is it? I wanted to believe that this would last forever but….“ 


Two weeks that’s how long it had been since you left. The road had taken you out through several states till you stopped at a quaint town. Big enough that you could get confused but small enough for people to know almost eberyone and of all things it was call Normal, Illinois, because heavens knew you could use all the normal you could get. You managed to snag a place to stay at least for now and a job as well. Lucky for you the college had just gotten out so you found a room to rent for the next 2 months before school came back. 

It’s funny how in the movies people can just up and run away from their previous lives but not for you. The one plus side was that You could avoid all other text and calls from the team. It also kept your mind off if him. You spent part of your car ride on the phone with your boss telling, well lying that you had a family emergency that would take you away for a while. Luck struck again as she gave you the two months you asked for. The only problem now was your apartment. You couldn’t afford 2 rents. The rent in normal was about half it was in new York but still. This had taken quite a few more phone calls until you found a few friends that wanted to rent it out for a couple weeks at a time. It would be risky especially if they cancelled but you had a smidge of faith left that it would work out. 

Now that you were at least for the foreseeable future to remain here, you focus on your new job, mostly because the other option is soul sucking grief. It was a standard retail job in Uptown Normal, a little boutique that sold nic-nacs. It got you through the day and you made money. You threw yourself into it taking extra shifts and doing whatever necessary for the job. Anything to keep you from going home at night. 

The problem now was the nights, with nothing to occupy your thoughts, no tv or computer, you focused on what had happened. You had thought maybe the whole thing was a misunderstanding that Bucky would chase after you and explain. As each day went by your hope faded piece by piece. You weren’t hiding you still used your credit cards, your drivers license, he could find you, any one could find you. But no one came, you must have been right in everything you said. You would have at least expected one of the others Steve or Tony at least, but you guess that was too good to be trhe friendship as well. How did this happen you had always prided yourself on being a decent judge in character, but apparently not the people you were those closest to you. 

It turns out it was good you left. You would feel bad for ever forcing yourself onto others. When you thought this there was a knock on the door. Your head jerked up, zeroing in on the door, you weren’t expecting any one. Maybe it was a simple case of wrong door. Again the knock, but this time it was followed up with, ”(Y/N), I know you’re in there please just open up.“ 

Gah, it was Steve. You start to have a mixture of feelings the first was surprised, he had come to get you. You were great friends so why not but you would have thought he would stay with Bucky, support him in this time. This led to sadness, tears picking your eyes because Bucky couldn’t even come himself, he must have sent Steve. Which then provoked anger, that stupid pompous man couldn’t even take the time to come find you and fix things himself. When that thought hit you, grief ran through you wrapping it’s way through, making your limbs heavy and your breathing shallow. 

That was it Steve had come to say that Bucky didn’t want you back that you could stay right where you were. Far away from him, he didn’t need some has been hanging around his new girl. Once more the knocking began, “I’m coming in we need to talk." 

With that he quickly dismantled the lock and stepped in. You stare at him while he approaches, but as he gets closer you get scared you didn’t want to hear it. No you could move on right now, you could pretend this whole thing never happened. You scoot away from him whimpering slightly and shaking your head. 

"Whoa hey, I just want to talk.” He raises his hands, halting all forward movement. 

“No,” you shudder out, your voice weak. “I know what you want to say and I don’t want to hear it. I get it he doesn’t want me. I’ll stay away I promise.” At this point your voice has broken and tears run down your face. You keep shaking your head keeping Steve at bay. 

Steve heart breaks even more, his friend has done a real number on this girl. You were still huddled against the wall but now you had your hands over your ears, refusing anything he had to say. He sighed, kneeling down before you and wrapping his arms around you pulling you to his chest. For a moment, you resisted pushing against him, didn’t work very well as he continued to hold you in place. 

Finally you fell into him allowing his comfort, you start to cry, aobs that wrenched through your body. For you it was finally accepting everything that had happened to you. Taking in every feeling that you had held back through this whole thing. All this time you had refused to accept them, that everything that was happening you deserved, so you didn’t have the right to feel emotional about it. You were though, sad, angry the basic but fierce emotions held you. All you could do was cry while Steve held you. 

Eventually the tears took their toll rendering you exhausted and quickly sliding into sleep. Steve felt you go limp against him. Glancing down he took in the tracks from the tears on your face, carefully wiping a few more away. He couldn’t even imagine what you were going through, he knew in some sense, had seen and talked with you, about how much Bucky had meant. You had discussed hopes and dreams, what the future would look like and how much Bucky had changed you for the better. To have all that taken away would make anyone’s heart shatter. He still didn’t fully understand what would make Bucky do this to you. 

You shiver slightly more from the lingering fear than the cold. He finally took in the apartment while looking for a blanket to wrap you in. It was sparse to say the least you hadn’t taken much with you when you left. A small studio, no bed, no dresser just an open suitcase with your clothes spilling out of it. In your haste you hadn’t taken what you needed just enough to escape. From the info they had gathered they learned about your new situation and from what they could see you didn’t plan on coming back to New York anytime soon. 

He scoops your legs up draping you over him, but still firmly in his grasp. He pulls the blanket from your small blowup bed and wraps you in it. Looking down once more, he knows you intend to stay but not if the team and him have anything to do with it.

Lifting his hand up he whispers, “Guys, we have things to do. Let’s get started." 

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Something I Need: Part Four

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

SUMMARY:

The greatest asset HYDRA could ever attain - you. You had spent nearly 3 years within the cold walls of the rebirth of the organization. You had heard stories your whole life of HYDRA, even from your Father - now you were captured by them. You kept your distance all these years, but now they found you - they classified you as this generation’s brightest doctor. You were sure you were going to die in those walls until they came. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes - the very individuals you had spent your life studying now kept you in their protection. Within the month of your rescue, Steve Rogers - Captain America had given you your first task…
Bucky Barnes.

Word Count: 4,791

Notes: Fluff, Smut, ANGST, Bucky’s Trigger words :(

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365 Days { Min Yoongi}

Originally posted by jeonbase

Prompt: He tries to make obvious hints that he likes you. But you happen to be oblivious af. Eventually, he had to flat out confess to you so you can understand.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count:1k

Warning: fluff

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Friends to Lovers with Jaehyun
  • bro i’m so sleepy rn
  • why i’m always so sleepy it’s not normal anymore istg
  • but anyways, jaehyun uhm?
  • my first bias ever in nct <3
  • well, that was before i saw ten in nct life in bangkok and fell i love with him lol
  • actually i was watching it today because i missed hansol a lot and omg :’) i love ji hansol so much he’s such a king
  • why do i always end up talking about hansol, omg anyways, let’s just begin this
  • ok, let’s start saying that you weren’t feeling too well that day
  • actually, you were having a terrible day and you were a 100% ready to punch anyone in the face who would talk to you
  • you were getting late to your class that day and the bus you always take didn’t even show up
  • and you were basically running from an extreme of seoul to the other one
  • so when this stranger bumped into you and accidentally spilled all his hot coffee in your shirt u weren’t happy at all 
  • first of all, jesus christ that shit it was hot
  • aND SECOND OF ALL FUCK YOU WHO COULD YOU NOT SEE ME ARE YOU BLINDD
  • “oh my god, i’m really sorry are you okay?”
  • you looked at him with nothing but pure anger and actually though about punching him in the face but you ended up being a nice person and just ignore him
  • “do you want me to walk you home so you can change? maybe i can give you my sweater”
  • “i’m fine, i’m getting late i can’t talk now”
  • and you were going back to the direction you were going to but guess what
  • this weird guy just followed you
  • “you’re going to catch a cold if you walk like this in such a cold day, do you seriously don’t want my sweater?”
  • “it’s just a cold”
  • you definitely had a strong personality and that really atracted him for some reason?? even if you were treating him like shit lmao
  • he followed you the whole way while talking about random stuff but you weren’t giving any attention at all
  • even when you entered to your university and then went back five mins later because you were too late he was still there
  • “you couldn’t do it? oh, then i guess there’s nothing we can do, well, maybe i can walk you home so you can change and then idk buy you a new t-shirt”
  • you were so tired of hearing his voice already but for once you agreed to him because 
  • “if i agree would you shut up a little?”
  • “…..maybe”
  • and he didn’t but you still couldn’t pay any attention to him either and he was getting tired of your shit i mEaN
  • “listEn,,,, i’m sorry okay? what do i have to do? i’ll buy you new clothes and a breakfast if you want to just give me a little attention here”
  • you looked at him and omg you finally realized how handsome he was??
  • like imagine walking by his side and just turn your head and have jung jaehyun looking at you in the most sincere way you can think of with the sun rise in the back
  • spoilers HE LOOKED E T H E R E A L I’M
  • “my name is y/n, normally i’m less moody but my day was just too fucking horrible today”
  • “i’m yoonoh and i already introduced myself like twenty times but you weren’t paying me attention”
  • and he made you laugh a little
  • in such a horrible day like, what?? i-i laughed¿???
  • y’all kept talking about the normal stuff
  • things related to your studies and to his job and blablable
  • boring things u know
  • after you went to your house and changed your outfit for one that was more bomb and cool he took you to a really nice cafe
  • y’all had breakfast together and paid for e v e r y t h i n g
  • you kept talking and getting to know each other and then you went shopping!!!
  • i’m so jealous
  • also, i feel like jaehyun would be really sincere while shopping?? like
  • “that color is ew with ur skin color but bby try this one, it would look bOOmb af believe me”
  • but omg he would compliment you non stop once you find idk a dress or something that’s actually good on you and omg
  • “told you, you look amazing, i don’t care if you don’t like it i’m buying it anyways”
  • “tHESE SHOES OMG, you don’t even need to wear them i know they’ll look amazing anyways i’ buying these too”
  • lmao but you would low-key blush the whole time like i just meet you?? you made my life a hell like an hour ago?? stop?¿? i have to be angry
  • but he’s such an idiot i mean how could you be angry at this puppy
  • you only had to buy a new t-shirt but you ended up with like two gigantic bags in your hands
  • but jae carried them for you so don’t worry <3 he’s such a genterman right
  • you started to be really close from that day and eventually feelings developed
  • ;)))))))))))))
  • and he didn’t doubt on telling you about this feelings but he did ask for some advices for part of the other members
  • even tho i think he would be kind of obvious with his actions??
  • like before confessing he would always idk play with your hair and hands and he always have his arm on your shoulders and things like that
  • so it wasn’t a surprise when he told you that he liked you
  • the surpise was that.. he kissed you before saying it
  • you were watching a movie in your house and out of the blue he would tap your shoulder and once you look at him he would just.. kiss you?
  • and you kissed him back and that’s what gave him confidence to confess his feelings orally, whispering everything he feels for you
  • and of course you confessed back
  • and forget about the movie after that because you spent the rest of the night talking about how y’all started to like each other and kissing and being all cute
  • jae would be the best boyfie ever in my opinion
  • like he would be low-key jealous but not to much to like start an argument or smth, he would always trust you and tell you everything
  • also, A+ cuddles, he would be really shy sometimes but that would make everything better because he is all fluffy and soft and blushy and awww
  • and i guess the end, but basically you would be blessed everyday with this cutie by ur side ok
  • <33 hope y’all like it a lot
  • also this is not important but i got inspired by mom as i wrote this lmao
  • like she made me angry and that’s why i decided to mistreat jaehyun in the beggining okay?? i actually love jae he’s my everything