what went through my mind during the middle half of the movie

It’s a Start

Prompt request: Can I request one where Tony Stark has a little sister who’s very sweet to people and believes in second chances? Loki and Bucky are still trying to adjust to being at the tower but she goes out of her way to show them kindness and include them in things. They become an inseparable trio. It annoys Tony so she gets her guys to tease him with her cause he’s ‘jealous he isn’t allowed in their club

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki, Bucky, Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam WIlson

Warnings: cursing, rude comments, Tony’s kind of a jerk

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to write! It was definitely one of the more complex stories, so I wanted to make sure I got it right (hopefully I did). This is my first Loki fanfic, so feedback is always appreciated! Requests and tags are open! As always, thanks for reading!

You plopped your bags on the tiled kitchen floor and sighed as you stretched your sore arm muscles. “Thanks again for letting me stay here, Tony,” you said, turning around to face your brother.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied, placing your last two bags on the floor. He kissed your forehead and wrapped you up in a hug. “You’re always welcome here.”  

You were living in the Avengers Tower for the summer with your older brother, Tony Stark. Okay, so he wasn’t actually your biological brother. In fact, he wasn’t even a brother by marriage. You were Pepper’s seventeen year-old sister, and even though she and Tony broke up more than a year ago, he never stopped loving you like his own sibling. He would still cheer you on at your soccer games, take you to the movies, and just spend time with you. You had been living with Pepper to claim residency in New York to get a cheaper tuition rate at your first-choice college. When Pepper got called away on a job for the summer, it made sense that you would stay with Tony.

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Movie Night

Jim Hopper x Reader

El and Hopper invite you over for Movie Night!  Lots of Fluff!

Word Count:  1101

Originally posted by ceeyoutea

El had asked for you personally to join her and Hopper for movie night and honestly how could you say no to that?  

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Drive-in / Billy Hargrove

Originally posted by cxhragrove

*not requested, idea came to mind
*in which billy and y/n go out on a date to the movies, but no one is actually paying attention to the movie.
*WARNING: SMUT, public activities, grinding, eating out, blowjob, slight daddy kink
*PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)
*word count: 2560

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Babysitting Together {BTS Scenario’s}


Originally posted by savethepeebees

When your best friend called you to ask if you could babysit her three-year-old daughter, you immediately said yes. When your boyfriend called to ask if you could hang out five minutes later, you decided he could just come with. 

The toddler in question was a handful. You knew how to handle her, as you’d known her her entire life, but you were glad to have some help.
Jin spent most of his time trying to make the young girl laugh. You watched with amusement as he played peek-a-boo with her. The child was almost crying because she was laughing so hard and honestly, it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.
You had to put her to bed because she would not calm down when Jin was around. When you finally made sure she was comfortable, you walked back to your boyfriend, who was lying on the couch.
“I could get used to this, Jagi. Could you?”


Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi called you in a panic. He was stuck babysitting a child he did not know how to handle, and he was pretty sick of it. 

After laughing at him over the phone for a good amount of time, you packed some stuff and drove over to the house he was babysitting at.
You walked in on your boyfriend laying on the floor, empty eyes looking at the ceiling, and a small child sitting on his stomach, bouncing up and down.
When he heard the door shut, he stood up quickly, causing the child to tumble off of him and land on the floor.
The little boy started to cry immediately and you rushed over, glaring at your boyfriend in the process.
After you took care of the boy and laid him in his bed, Yoongi and you just laid on the couch for the rest of the night.
Yoongi looked at the back of your head resting against his shoulder. “Man, children are terrible.”
You chuckled. “Not if you know how to handle them.”
He just smiled and kissed your shoulder.


Originally posted by kimthwriter

You and your boyfriend, Hoseok, had agreed to babysit your niece for the evening. You were pretty tired from work this day, but Hoseok had had the day off, and he was full of energy.

The evening consisted of you making dinner for the three of you while Hoseok and your niece were endlessly running around the house, screaming and yelling and laughing.
When dinner was ready, you all sat around the small round table and talked about small things.
You could tell that both Hoseok and your niece were starting to get tired, but neither of them was ready to admit it.
After dinner, the two kept messing around a bit, but when Hoseok started to chase after the young girl, causing her to find shelter in your arms, it only took minutes for her to fall asleep.
You decided to put her to bed, which obviously wasn’t a struggle, and walked back to the living room. You found your boyfriend fast asleep on the couch, one arm wrapped around a pillow.
You smiled and lay down beside him. You were really happy that your boyfriend went along with your family so greatly. You couldn’t wait for the day he’d actually be a part of it.

Rap Monster

Originally posted by rapnamjoon

Namjoon called you from his sister’s house. He had agreed to babysit her little son but was already regretting the decision. The toddler, quote, was ‘destroying the house and my will to live, with it’. It looked like you were going to have to cancel your plans to sit in a bath for the evening and pay a visit to your boyfriend.

Namjoon opened the door more disheveled than you’d ever seen him and you had to stifle your laughter. His hair was sticking out like a mad scientist’s and his clothes were obviously tugged on too many times to count. He looked completely exhausted.
The house looked no better. Magazines were spread over the entire floor, there was a puddle of what seemed to be lemonade on the floor, and the pillows that belonged on the couch were nowhere to be seen. In the middle of the chaos sat a tiny human being, smiling like he was having the time of his life.
At this point, you couldn’t contain your laughter at the insane scene in front of you and you had to hold on to the doorpost to keep from falling to the floor.
Namjoon was awkwardly standing behind you, obviously too embarrassed to say anything.
When you calmed down a bit, you turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Let’s get this mess cleaned up, shall we?”


Originally posted by nnochu

You and your boyfriend were enjoying a nice evening on the couch together when your best friend called you in a panic. Her babysitter had canceled last minute and she was supposed to be in a meeting in half an hour.

Of course, you told her she could just drop the girl off at your house. You and Jimin would keep her entertained until the meeting was over and she would be picked up again.
Sure enough, your friend showed up at your door minutes later, thanking you over and over again before leaving.
Jimin and you spent the evening watching movies while the small girl was cuddled up between you. The movies were mostly Disney, and neither of you minded. At one point during Cinderella, you heard soft snores coming out of the girl’s mouth and you both awed out loud.
When you looked up from the toddler you saw Jimin staring at you. He leaned in and kissed you softly.
“I love this,” he whispered, “and I could get used to this.”


Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Taehyung had agreed to come babysit with you the second you asked him. It was no secret he loved children and you could use some company other than your older brother’s three-year-old son. 

As expected, your nephew was completely fascinated by your boyfriend, and your boyfriend by him.
You felt like the luckiest girl in the world while playing games with Tae and your nephew. He was just so.. sweet with the little boy, and it was obvious that he already loved the boy, despite just having met him.
Your nephew insisted that Taehyung would bring him to bed and tuck him in. You didn’t mind and just waited for your boyfriend’s return on the couch.
Taehyung walked into the living room with the biggest smile on his face. He felt as though he had been enchanted by the little kid. He had always known he wanted kids, but after spending the evening with you and a child, he was even surer.
The moment he saw you on the couch, he couldn’t contain himself and walked over, bending over you before kissing you gently. His hand cupped your face as you shifted slightly, making it easier for him to lean over your small figure. The kiss was sweet and gentle and the both of you made no move to deepen it, it was just right for the moment.
“Y/N,” Tae murmured against your lips, “I love you so much.”
You’d heard him say the words before but they still made your insides chutter.
“I love you, too, Tae. So, so much.”


Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

It was Jungkook’s first time babysitting, and to say he was nervous was an understatement. The fact that the child he’d be babysitting didn’t know him at all didn’t help the matter. It seemed only logical to him to call you. Of course, you decided to help your boyfriend out and show him some of the tricks you’d learned in your years of experience with babysitting.

You arrived a bit late, half an hour or so, and the scene you saw when you walked through the door surprised you.
Jungkook was laying on the couch with the toddler in his arms. Both were sound asleep.
The sight was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen and you couldn’t help but take some photos.
After you’d taken at least forty pictures, you decided to make some dinner for when the two would wake up.
When they didn’t you walked over to the couch and kissed Jungkooks forehead lightly. He stirred a bit, and you giggled.
“Looks like you didn’t need much help, after all.” You smiled at him.
He looked up at you and kissed your lips gently.
“Maybe not, but I’m still glad you came.”

World’s Best Dad (Part 8)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: The reader spends the day with Gracie before having an important conversation with Dean regarding their relationship…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I want a cuddly Dean…

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The Revolution Pt. II

Summary: Dustin thinks he’s finally gonna have a quiet, normal childhood after the events with the Demodogs and Dart, until a new threat shows up at his house in the form of a 17-year old girl.

Word count: 1,892 (whoops)

It’s not like Dustin hadn’t thought about it.

In the List of Things Dustin Henderson Had Dreamt About, having a sibling was very high up, along with holding the high score in all of the games in the arcade (that would prove to be a little more difficult since Max had moved to Hawkins) and piloting the actual Millennium Falcon (downright impossible, unless he settled for pretending to ride the model designed for the movie in a studio somewhere in Hollywood). But having a sibling, yeah. Not too hard, right?

He never really wanted a father. Her mum worked hard for them, was a loving parent and just the right amount of spacey, which gave him some freedom but did not make him feel overlooked. That came in handy when the events of Demodogs took place not long ago. And honestly, he had met Mike’s dad, so he was not impressed. Sure, Lucas’ father was a nice person, but Will’s was just the absolute worst. No, no reason for a kid like Dustin to search for a father figure.

But a sibling, that was something else. He adored Nancy and thought it might be cool to have an older sibling like her, even with all the bickering that went on between Mike and her. And anyways, he could appreciate the bickering. Hell, he wanted it. Okay, maybe not a sister, since Nancy was always yelling at Mike to stay out of her room and Erica kept calling Lucas a nerd and stealing his action figures to play with her dolls. She made them kiss, for Christ’s sake. He-Man was not a kisser.

But a brother, yes. Definitely. Will had a great relationship with his big brother, who adored him and went out of his way to make the kid feel good about himself. Maybe Dustin’s brother would have done the same. Maybe Dustin’s brother would have watched sci-fi movies with him, helped him during a particularly extensive Dungeons & Dragons campaign, put on some nice tunes in the car while they drove to school together. 

He had pictured a cool, older brother. He had definitely not pictured the girl sitting on the reclining chair in front of him, nervously tapping her fingers on the duffle bag sitting atop her lap.

“A SISTER?!” Lucas yelled.

The kids were on the Wheeler’s basement, where they reconvened after a very urgent message from Dustin, who kept calling “Code brown! Code brown!” on the walkie-talkie. Code brown wasn’t as bad as code red, but it still meant “things were turning to shit”, according to him.

Dustin closed his eyes, turned to Lucas exasperated and opened them, their faces a few inches apart. “Buddy, you don’t have to yell. I’m right here.” Lucas rolled his eyes.

“That’s the weirdest thing ever.”

“Dude, that’s the weirdest thing ever?? We fought a Demogorgon last year, his army of Demo-dogs this year, El here can move and break things with her mind – her mind, Lucas –, Will was taken to another dimension and was possessed by a freaking monster, I adopted a goddamn swamp monster, whose face opened up and he ate my cat – and that’s the weirdest thing ever?”


“Ugh, I know right?,” Dustin said, looking defeated and falling on the couch behind him. 

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t appreciating the attention, especially from Max. It’s not that he didn’t know Lucas and her had kissed or whatever, but he still had a crush on her and it made him feel nice that she was invested in his story as much as everyone else. ‘Don’t care,’ he thought, hearing Steve’s voice in his mind. ‘She’s just gonna break your heart and you’re too young for that shit.’

“Half-sister,” she corrected, looking at Lucas. Everyone looked at her with a puzzled face. “She’s not his sister, she’s his half-sister. There’s a difference.” 
Mike ignored her and rolled his eyes. “So, now what? Is she gonna live with you? What does she want? Who is she?”

“Here it is…” Claudia lingered as she extended the girl a glass of water.


“(Y/N),” Claudia repeated, sitting down on the couch next to Dustin.
The girl had realized two things: one was that she hadn’t introduced herself, which made sense since her mind was going a million miles per hour, anxiety through the roof as it had been for months. And two, was that that was the very first time she heard her mother say her name. Her mother. Who didn’t even know her name. That’s weird, right? Parents are supposed to know their kids’ names. But then again, (Y/N)’s life had always been weird. 

It sounded nice. Until Dustin repeated, in a slightly disgusted voice.

Her mother looked at him, ready to reprimand him, but she backtracked soon enough. This was a shitty situation and he was just a child. The best course of action here, and especially with a kid like Dustin, would be to explain everything thoroughly. Claudia looked at (Y/N), then at her son, turning to him on the sofa. The young girl couldn’t wait a second longer, knowing that she would listen to the story of her own life told through another perspective.

“I… Here’s what happened.” She took a deep breath. “It was a mistake, honey. Your father travelled around a lot for work, he was rarely ever here, even in the beginning of our marriage. I was always alone in this house, and I just really needed to talk someone. This man, he was really sweet and caring. So I made a mistake.”

(Y/N) looked down at her hands. So she was a mistake. ‘Nice, very nice,’ she thought sarcastically. (Y/N) took a deep breath and remembered the words: “Sarcasm is the last refuge of the weak mind”. Well, that’s what she was, right? Weak.

Dustin felt weird. He had never met his father, and his mother rarely talked about him, if ever. This felt like an important moment for him, as he might finally get some answers. 

Claudia kept going.

“I panicked. This was around the time your dad had been in Canada for months, so he would’ve known and I don’t know what he would’ve had done if he had found out. I went through hell in those nine months, trying to hide the pregnancy whenever he came home, which was only for a few days at a time. Your Aunt Sylvia helped me. She helped me conceal my pregnancy and gave up the baby as soon as she was born,” she said, throwing the girl a quick glance.

‘I don’t know what he would’ve had done if he had found out.’ 

That sentence stuck to Dustin’s mind like glue.

“When I had told David, this other man, what was going on, I didn’t think he would be happy, but he was. He was ecstatic. He was in love with me and had always wanted a child. Maybe in his mind, being pregnant with his kid would force me to leave your dad, but I couldn’t. Your aunt and I were convinced that David would’ve made things more complicated, so I lied to him. I told him I had had an abortion. That’s the name of your father, (Y/N). David-”

“I know.” she answered flatly. “I found out he didn’t knew I existed the hard way.”
At her sudden unpleasantness, Claudia looked down at her lap, sorrow and sadness taking over her features. (Y/N) felt Dustin’s eyes on her and he looked pissed. 

Damn, (Y/N) had every right to be rude. She had driven all the way to her father’s farm in the middle of nowhere only to have the door slammed on her face. It took weeks until he finally accepted she wasn’t lying, or looking for money, or going crazy. 

But for some reason, having that curly-haired boy angry at her made her feel bad for Claudia.

“When I reached out to him, he was actually… relieved? When he finally realized that I wasn’t lying, I mean.” This was the most (Y/N) had talked. “As much as he’s upset that you lied to him, which he is, he’s more happy that you didn’t go through with the… procedure.”

The look on Claudia’s eyes were indecipherable. (Y/N) thought she saw a spark of hope, a tiny slither of light upon the notion that a man she once loved didn’t really hate her. Her mother offered her a small smile, and that seemed to have satisfied Dustin.

There was a silence, the wheels turning for everyone as they tried to understand everything that had happened. 

Dustin had to face the fact that his father hadn’t been a very nice person, which he had known to some extent. And the fact that his mother was a flawed woman, which was a little harder to comprehend.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. You got caught up in this mess and you’re only-God, you’re 17-years old, aren’t you? You’re just a kid. How did you find me? How did you end up here?”

“I don’t know. I guess she’s looking for answers, or some dumb shit? She’s staying at this hotel, I think. She’s not gonna live with us. And she’s just a boring, dumb teenager, who cares.” Dustin turned his attention to the top of the stairs, where someone had cleared their throat. Steve was standing there, hands on his hips, an annoyed look on his face.

“I regret ever giving you my number.”

“Where the fuck have you been?” Dustin complained.

“Uh, I was living my life? What’s so urgent, dipshit?”

“The new member of the Henderson family.” Lucas snickered and Dustin glared at him.

“Yeah, Paws, right? I met that stupid cat, he did this.” Steve pointed to a scratch in his left hand, while he approached the gang. “He’s hardly a new member, and this does not constitute an emergency, butthead.”

“No. Dustin’s sister,” El said.

“Half-sister,” Max corrected one more time.

“Oh my God, who cares?” Mike yelled, glaring at the new girl. Lucas came to her defense, Max complained that Mike was still being an asshole, Jane stared at them, confused, and Will just kept rolling his eyes, telling everyone to calm down because none of that was important at the moment. While the heated argument was going on, Steve sat down next to Dustin.

“What, the, hell, Dustin.”

“My mom had a daughter before she had me, and I just found out today because the fucking girl showed up at my house,” he said, annoyed. “See, Steve?! That’s what you get for being late. I specifically called a code brown and you took too fucking long to get here and now-”

“Don’t get fresh with me, dumbass.” Steve interrupted. He rubbed his chin and ran a hand through his hair. “Is this for real? Do you want a ride home? Do you want to talk about it?”

Dustin looked at the screaming gang and then at Steve. He felt tired all of a sudden and just wanted to go home. Perhaps Steve would help him, as he had helped the last time. His advices and words of encouragement had been really cool the last time, maybe he would be able to help Dustin one more time. 

“Yeah, sure.” They both stood up.

“Also, I’m sorry. This definitely constitutes an emergency.”

[TRANS] Hanryu Pia (May 2017) - B.A.P

“B.A.P as 6. I’m happy to be able to be on stage with all the members”

With leader Bang Yongguk coming back after his break due to his illness, B.A.P are finally making a comeback as 6 in Japan with “WAKE ME UP”. Starting with music programs in Korea first, they are currently in the middle of a world tour, how will things be for the “complete B.A.P” who have awoken after a long time?

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jimon fic recs

(updated with descriptions) 

3 times simon flirts with jace in serious situations + 1 time jace gives it a try by hexicity 

‘“Well–well you should come to the library. With me. So that we–so that I could check you out.”There’s a brief silence during which Jace considers opening the car door and letting the demons have him for dinner, but Simon’s sudden bursting laugh halts any and all thoughts.“Dude.” Simon heaves between laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Oh, Jace, that was so bad. Oh man, oh Jace. Oh no.”’

worlds apart by banesexual 

‘highschool AU where Simon is the biggest nerd for space and the guys on the football team like to tease him, except for Jace Lightwood: captain and star quarterback who thinks it’s super cute.

slight misunderstandings by madzielightbane

‘jace and simon reflect on their feelings about why neither of them seemed affected by simon drinking jace’s blood as vampire’s usually have much more significant an effect on people.’

the obi-wan for me by the_magnificentbane

‘Jace never thought he’d be grateful to be forced to work on the day of the new Star Wars’ film’s release, all because Alec decided to cash in one of his favors so he could go on a date with that guy from last week, but turns out working instead of watching the movie wasn’t too bad.’

he’s got something special by rocketshiptospace

‘“I’m in love,” Simon declares, as he joins his friends at their table in the library.“Groundbreaking news,” Raphael deadpans, “Really, I’m shocked. This is too much. I can’t handle the pure surprise that comes with this revelation. I had never expected this. Next you’re going to tell me you’re in love with Jace, of all people. Then my mind will truly be blown.”Or, Simon is in love with Jace. He hates Christian Ozera, a famous singer. It’s a lot more complicated than it sounds.’

call it magic by rocketshiptospace

‘The cutting boards are at it again. Or, well, they are fine for most of the morning, until Jace comes in and they start circling around his middle like they’re trying to sacrifice him to the food gods. Or something. At least they aren’t chanting anything.“Just one normal day,” Jace says, “Just one day I want to come in here and be like ‘Hi Simon, here’s your delivery!’ and that’s it. Just once.”“You and me both,” Maia says, eyeing one of the cutting boards currently circling Jace. It’s holding a half chopped tomato she had been working on.“It’s charming,” Simon says, with the voice of someone who has had to repeat that exact phrase way too many times. “It adds character.”Or, Simon owns a sandwich shop with a haunted kitchen. Jace delivers his bread.’

only fools by rocketshiptospace

‘Jace looks conflicted now and Simon places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I know what you’re thinking: ‘Simon Lewis, what does he know about dating?’ Well, from experience, very little. But I’ve been friends with Clary all my life, and on top of that I’ve watched enough rom-coms to be able to confidently call myself an expert. You’ll be successfully dating Clary before you can even say ‘Simon you’re an idiot’. Trust me.”or, Simon convinces himself Jace is into Clary, and like the Amazing Best Friend that he is, tries to teach Jace how to properly wine and dine her. It doesn’t really go as planned.’

cheeky lil sprace soulmate au for yall!

The lines started appearing when Race was seventeen. One moment in class, he was working through a few physics problems, completely focused, and the next, he was staring at the black line on his arm. It was thin and scratchy like a ballpoint pen, and didn’t seem to follow any discernable pattern. Race watched in shock at the line continued slowly across the top of his forearm before coming to a close back at the start. He stared at the shape, trying to find any meaning in it, before realizing that it looked a little bit like a dog. After uncapping his pen, Race drew a quick face on what may or may not have been a dog, along with a bone.

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On Your Right - Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 5)

A/N: I’m half asleep writing this so I apologize for any grammar screw ups. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

Summary: Reader returns from six weeks of solo missions in the middle of the night. Someone wanted to surprise you. 

Rating: T for language

Warnings: fluff basically 

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff 

Word count: 990 (Kinda short, but I wanted this part to stand alone.) 

You were assigned to back to back missions for six weeks when you got back from your D.C. trip. You wouldn’t have minded except that they were all solo missions, so you didn’t even have teammates to come home to at the end of the day. It got lonely. Which is why, despite your exhaustion, you changed into your fluffiest, comfiest pajamas after a bubble bath and padded out of your bedroom looking for any of your friends.

You were a little surprised when you noticed the light on in the kitchen from the end of the hallway. You had hoped that some of the team were awake, but you hadn’t really expected it, given that it was three-thirty in the morning.

“Welcome home, doll,” Bucky smiled sweetly at you from his seat at the island.  

Wordlessly you crossed to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest.


“God I missed you,” he whispered into your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

“I missed you too.”

You stayed wrapped in his arms, neither willing to break the embrace until it was absolutely necessary. You would have stayed like that all night, but your stomach had other ideas, gurgling loudly and ruining the moment.

“Hungry, doll?” he chuckled, pulling away to look at you but settling his hands on your upper arms.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted sheepishly.

“There’s some leftovers in the fridge. Have a seat. I’ll make you a plate.”

“You don’t have to do that, Bucky. I’m a big girl.”

“I want to. Please.”

He fixed you with a soft gaze.

“Thank you.”

He kissed the top of your head again, and then bustled around warming up the remnants of a roast chicken dinner.

“Nightmares again?” You asked quietly, noticing the half-finished cup of tea next to his seat.

“No. I was waiting up for you,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

You could feel yourself beaming.

“I’m glad you did. I was lonely after six weeks of solo missions.”

“I figured,” he said quietly, placing the steaming plate of food in front of you. “I wasn’t sure if you were just going to crash after your bath or not, but I figured I’d wait it out.”

“How’d you know I would take a bath?” you asked after swallowing a mouthful of food.

“We all have our little rituals. Steve’s is sweat pants and a massive amount of food. Yours is a bath and your coziest pajamas,” he explained, running his fingers over the collar of your fleece top.

“And yours is a workout, shower, and movies until you pass out, which is usually about three minutes in.”

The right side of his mouth quirked up into a half smile.


As Bucky washed your plate once you were finished, you couldn’t help the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Thank you for always taking such good care of me, Bucky.”

“My pleasure, doll.”

He shot you a smile over his shoulder as he rinsed out the sink. You failed to stifle a huge yawn.

“You should get some sleep.”

You shook your head stubbornly, not ready to be alone again.

“Don’t wanna,” you mumbled around another yawn.

“Why not, doll? You’re exhausted.”

“Don’t wanna be alone,” you admitted, looking up at him through bleary eyes.

Bucky looked like he was having some sort of internal argument. With a sigh, he finally met your question gaze.

“Do you want me to stay with you tonight?”

You nodded emphatically without really thinking about the question. He smiled shyly at your response.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed then, doll.”

He placed his hands on your waist to help you off the stool when you nearly fell off it. Keeping one hand on your lower back he carefully steered you towards your room.

Once inside, he turned down the comforter on your bed and tucked you in. You picked your head up off the pillow and glared at him when he went to settle in the arm chair on the other side of the room.

“Why the hell are you over there?” You grumbled, tugging the duvet comforter back and scooting over in the bed.

Chuckling, he crossed the room towards you, kicked off his sneakers and climbed in bed.

“You said you didn’t want to be alone. I wasn’t sure if you meant in your room or in your bed.”

You were so exhausted you went on instinct, ignoring the faint whispers of higher reasoning that were telling you to ask him to leave after all. Instead you laid your head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Couldn’t sleep during the mission,” you whispered. “Never felt safe.”

“You’re safe with me. I’ve got you, doll. Get some sleep.”

“Night, Bucky.”

“Good night, doll. I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too.”

Bucky’s security had you drifting off to sleep in no time.

You dreamt of dating Bucky that night, and you were disappointed when you opened your eyes and met a green pair instead of gray.

“What do you want?” you asked half asleep.

However you shot straight up, wide awake when you realized Bucky could still be in bed with you. Looking around frantically, you only found Natasha kneeling beside the bed and Wanda bouncing up and down excitedly in the spot Bucky had occupied.

“Looking for someone?” Natasha asked knowingly.

“No. It was probably just a…”

Wanda covered your mouth with her hand.

“It wasn’t a dream, y/n. We caught him leaving this morning, swearing to himself about Steve.”

You blushed scarlet with embarrassment. Still you were pleased he really had stayed the whole night.

“Girl’s day starts now,” Natasha stated firmly.

“Go put on your prettiest sundress so we can go to brunch.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you agreed with a roll of your eyes but secretly loving it.

You had missed your friends.

Tag List: @bexboo616, @shitty-imagines-95, @spookyscaryscully, @chamongangae

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I can only imagine how amazing Bucky hugs must be amazing. Tags are open and feeback is welcome. Be kind my lovelies. 

Part 6 

A Misunderstanding (part one)


Pairing: You x Jimin

Summary: Your best friend Yoongi finally got you to expose your crush on Jimin and now he’s determined to play matchmaker but you aren’t having any of it - not until Jimin starts believing you hate him.

Genre: ANGST 

Word Count: 2336

Authors Note: so it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything because of school and work but I’m back now! Hooray! Also, feel free to send in requests!

Originally posted by gotjhope

[text message received at 6:43pm from Min Yoongi] “come over”

[text message sent at 6:45pm from you] “no”

[text message received at 6:45pm from Min Yoongi] “jimin is here”

[text message sent at 6:46pm from you] “That is exactly why I’m not coming”

Instead of a the buzz of a text message notification, the ring of a phone call played through your phone. You looked at who was calling and wasn’t surprised to see Yoongi’s name. You sighed and reluctantly answered, “I’m not coming over, Yoongi.”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. You want to.” Yoongi demanded. “No. Ever since I let my crush on him slip you won’t stop insisting I come over.” He had done this regularly for the past few weeks and it was beginning to become tiring. “Stop trying to get us together.” You added, peeking around the corner to see if your roommate Sunyoung was anywhere near. She fed off gossip and if she overheard she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut about it. “I knew you had a crush on him forever. You only confirmed it.” He insisted and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie, Yoongi. No you didn’t.” How could he? It wasn’t like you were obvious or anything.

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first kiss//monsta x


whoop whoop, my first reaction! i hope you’re excited to read this!

i always put the idols in alphabetical order because i am a mess just for you to note xxx


requests are open xx



You were out with the boys, and some of your friends, to an amusement park. Changkyun, your closest friend in the group stuck by your side and did everything you wanted to ride. You started to feel bad, seeing as he would give in to all your whims, so you decided to ask which ride he wanted to ride. Much to your surprise, he picked the Ferris wheel. You walked side-by-side with Changkyun on your way towards the queue for the Ferris wheel.

Once you were seated together in a cart, being the last one, the ride started moving. You looked out the side, gazing at the city lights in the distance and the dome of light pollution from a nearby town that is quite populated. Changkyun, however, was not paying attention to the outside view, but rather, he was fascinated by your fascination. When it was your turn at the top, you were still looking over the city, making Changkyun jealous of all the attention the city was getting from you. He poked your side, making you squirm and look at him, curious about why he did that. He gave you a sly smile before placing a light kiss on your lips, flustering you.

He spoke softly before turning his gaze back to the city, leaving you a flustered mass of a  human being, “You’re too cute sometimes, Y/N.”

Originally posted by garisanee



Hoseok, being the alpha male he is, would be confident about making a move- most likely on the second or third date.

You thank him for the time and laughs you had with him during the date, planning to turn on your heels and walk through your front door. However, Hoseok quickly stops, you pulling you close to him, his hands swiftly positioning on your waist before letting his deep voice ring in your ear, “I never said my thanks.” He quickly placed his pouty lips on yours and leaves a soft, passionate kiss on them before pulling away. “Thank you for the amazing time, love,” his lips meet the tip of your nose before you parted your ways, antsy for another kiss.

However you guys didn’t last long, as Wonho grabs you by the waist and kisses you again. You both got more into it than the previous one since now you’re trapped against the wall with Wonho towering over you. Unfortunately, due to lack of oxygen, you both pull away, desperately trying to catch your breath. The blush in your face was evident and glowing, flustered by the affection shared between you two.

“Hm,” he hums, kissing your nose, “you’re too cute.”

Originally posted by wonhobe



You’d be lying if you did not think Hyungwon’s lips are kissable- because they are. Not saying Hyungwon is a wimp, but I can see you taking the initiative.

It happened after your graveyard shift at a convenience store and Hyungwon, being the gentleman he is, offered to watch over you and walk you home- because it’s those dangerous hours of the night. You closed the store but left the lights on as you and Hyungwon wanted a late night snack before heading home. You both bought a cup of ramen and prepared it in the microwave and finished it off by pouring the powder in for flavouring. He sat across from you at one of the small convenience store tables near the window. You watched him adoringly as he slurped the rest of his ramen up and soon realizing you wanted to try some of his ramen, for it was a different flavour than yours. Unfortunately, you were lost in thought and Hyungwon finished, leaving no ramen for you. You pout your bottom lip out, hoping Hyungwon notice, but he was on his phone, scrolling through tweets. You stand up, making the squeak of the chair echo throughout the silent store and make your way over to Hyungwon, who is now looking at you in confusion as to why you stood up so suddenly. You grab him by the collar of his grey t-shirt and pull him towards you so that your lips meet his.

Once you were satisfied, and when Hyungwon was satisfied, of course, you pulled away, smirking and licking your lips to rid of the ramen flavour left on them. “Ok, now I know which flavour of ramen I will get next time,” you concluded.

Originally posted by chahyungwon



Hyunwoo would probably try to make a move on the third-fifth date with you. You would probably notice his little nervous actions throughout the date, getting a hint at what he was planning in the near future. Whilst on your date with him, you gave him tiny, but affectionate, movements, trying to get him less tense about the anticipated moment.

On your walk home, hand engulfed by Hyunwoo’s gentle grip, you would try to make small talk with him, but it would always fail for he would get really nervous and accidentally drop the conversation. You started to think of the silence as sweet, but could not get your mind off of what is coming next and the large step for your relationship soon to come.  

You both arrived at the front of your abode and turned to each other, thanking one another for the spectacular time you spent together. You would smile up at him, making eye contact but he would quickly avert his eyes to somewhere else, a blush creeping on his cheeks and a slight nervous laughter coming from his lips. You grab the nape of his neck quickly and stand on your tiptoes to reach his lips, only to make him startled, but soon to respond to your affection. You smile throughout the kiss, remembering you were the first to kiss him due to him being too nervous. You pull away after half a minute and avert your eyes to his flustered smile.

“I,” he stutters out, hiding his blushing face, “was supposed to do that first.”

Originally posted by sh0wnu



I feel like Jooheon’s would be set up by the other members in attempt to make him confess to you- and it worked, good job, lads.

It all starts at a party you went to only for your friend who begged you to come. Unfortunately, once your gaze fell on the familiar face of your crush, Jooheon’s, you instantly regretted coming, even if it was for your friend. No, the torture did not stop there, your friend had noticed the blush that spawned on your face as you met with Jooheon’s eyes and thought it was a good idea to set you two up. For a while, you lost sight of your friend, for she was talking with the members about a plan to get you and Jooheon together in the closet near the back of the apartment.

So, now, you find yourself sitting in a circle, fidgeting with your fingers as the bottle in the middle spins- only to land on you, of course. You sigh, spinning it to find out the person you are “destined” to be locked in a room with. Like every cliche movie that ever exists, it lands on the person you fancy, Jooheon. Immediately, the members start to tease you two, making the situation worse. He stands up, showing no expression what-so-ever. You follow him, turning to your friend to give her a nasty look before shutting the closet door behind you.

The room was pitch black causing you to call Jooheon’s name in fear of walking into something. Surprising you with his rough actions, your back meets the wall, Jooheon’s hands pinning you to it.

You stutter out, “Jooheon?”

He shushes you and hungrily places his lips on yours, biting on your bottom lip, earning a muffled moan from you. Your hands end up tangled in his hair and his lips nipping at your neck.

But of course, some little fuck ruined it by knocking at the door.

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk



Kihyun would probably make it as cliché as can be- well, if only he did it first.

Kihyun picked you up from your work and walked you home- like the lovely person he is. Soon, not after you both started heading towards your house, it began to sprinkle out of the sky. You both shrugged it off as it is only sprinkling and it won’t drench you both. However, you both were wrong. Not far from your house now, it started pouring, instantly soaking your work clothes. You’re not bothered by it, and nor was Kihyun as he looks amused by your spontaneous actions of playing in the rain. You pulled him in and hugged him, swaying him back and forth in a slow dancing motion. You both continued to sway for a while, but finally break up. Oh no, friend, it’s not over yet. Next, you immediately attack him with your lips, smiling through the kiss. 

The kiss ended, leaving you two breathless. He caressed your cheek lovingly and spoke softly to you, “I can officially mark ‘kissing in the rain’ off on my bucket list now.”

Originally posted by babywoon



Being the sunshine he is, the kiss would be spontaneous- most likely in the heat of the moment, too.

You both were having a lazy day, for he had a day off of training. You were tightly embraced and protected in his arms on the floor, surrounded by pillows and blankets and watching television. His fingers lightly traced your form, starting from your thigh to your neck. But, once he reached your neck, you could not help but let a slight giggle from your lips. “Ah, is my baby ticklish?” he teased, placing butterfly kisses down your next, making you squirm under his touch even more. It was not much of a surprise when you end up underneath him, pleading for mercy from his tickles.

“Hey, Minhyuk,” you said in between laughs, “stop, I can’t breathe, please.” He finally stopped, leaving you panting, trying to catch your breath while he stares down at you, a smile of victory on his face. When you finally made eye contact with him, he’s was already leaning down to press a soft peck on your lips. Even though he left you blushing you pout your bottom lip out.

“Love, stop pouting,” he said, plopping down next to you.

“That was too short, I want more,” you turned to him and pouted your lips more, begging for another kiss. He let out a chuckle before planting multiple kisses on your pouting lips. You spoke out satisfied, “Much better, thank you.”

Originally posted by monsta-texts

Happier // Peter Parker

*based off the song Happier by Ed Sheeran*

Prompt: You and Peter have been apart for a month, when he spots you walking around with another guy. Peter is completely torn at the thought of you with someone else. Although time continues to pass, he still holds a place for you in his heart.

Warnings: sad stuff my dudes, sad stuff, angst, fluff

A/N: this toook wayy to long to get out, but it’s finally out! as for the people who have sent requests i’m working on them now!! also this will mostly be from Peter’s pov

word count: 1100

p.s. i know the lyrics aren’t not in the exact order but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it works better this way

*Peter’s POV*

walking down 29th and park,

i saw you in another’s arms

I stood up as the train slowed to my stop. I squeezed my way out and onto the street, making my way home. I was turning down 29th, when I heard your laugh. My head whipped to the left, where you stood across the street. But you weren’t alone. With you stood a guy I didn’t recognize by name, but I was aware he went to our school. He had an arm wrapped around your waist, and kissed your head.

yeah you look happier, you do.

ain’t nobody hurt you like hurt you

I was jealous, but I knew I had no right to be. After all, it was me that called off our relationship. It was me that hurt you. But right now, you were happy, and I guess I loved you to much to ruin that. So I kept walking.


sat in the corner of the room,

everything’s reminding me of you

The first night was the worst. The first night I knew that it wasn’t me you’d be calling at night when you’re afraid of the dark, or of the scary sounds outside your door. I wouldn’t be the one to remind you that everything was okay. Before I knew you had him, I thought maybe there’s a chance my phone will still ring late at night. But now his would. 

I stayed awake that night. I couldn’t even touch my bed. It only made me think how I used to be able to hold you close. And we could just lay and talk for hours. I couldn’t even watch a movie without you popping in my head. The way you laughed when something funny happened, cried when your favorite character died, or scooted closer to me when something scary happened.

All I could do was sit against my closet door and think. After this night, I slept in the living room.


cause baby you look happier, you do

my friends told me one day i’ll feel it too

It was unavoidable during school. You were unavoidable. Classes without you became dull, and classes with you made it harder to move on. Lunch was the hardest. I ignored my lunches and watched you instead. Only stopping when Ned expressed his concern.

“Peter are you listening?” He asked, catching my attention. I turned to look at him and nodded. 

“Look Pete, I know you loved her, but don’t you think it’s time to move on? I mean, look at how happy she is. You can get the same, but you have to let her go first,” Ned sighed. I simply nodded again. It’s not like I hadn’t heard it before.


ain’t nobody hurt you like i hurt you, 

but ain’t nobody need you like i do


After you found out I was Spider-Man, I showed up to your house in the middle of the night practically routinely. But this time it was different. Despite my physical injuries, nothing hurt more than what I had to do. 

“C’mon Pete, sit on the bed and I’ll get the first aid kit,” You told me wiping your eyes. I grabbed your arm before you could leave.

“No, I don’t need help,” My words slipped out harsher than intended. I was mad, and I took it out on you which only made the situation worse. You looked confused as you sat beside me on the bed and placed your hand on my shoulder. I looked at the floor, desperately trying to avoid your gaze.

“I can’t do this anymore. I think we should break up.” I said flatly, trying to let my emotions through. Your hand instantly retracted.

“What are you talking about?” You asked carefully.

“You’re too clingy,” It was the first thing that came to my mind, but it was entirely false. You didn’t respond so I continued, “You’re just a lot of work, and I already have a lot to handle right now,” 

“Oh..I’m-I’m sorry,” You choked out. Hearing the whimpers escape as you tried to hold back your sobs tore my heart in half. I almost stopped, but I knew this was for the best. 

“I can give you some more space, we can work this out” You said trying to reason. I shook my head and stood up from my spot on your bed. I couldn’t do this anymore. I had to leave. So I did. But I wasn’t fast enough, I heard the cries escape your mouth, I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I kept running.


The more I think about that night the more I regret it. I missed you. But you were happy, right?

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I sighed getting up to answer it, and there you stood. At my doorstep. Overwhelmed, I started crying. I walked away and sat on the couch crying into my hands. I heard the door shut and felt your presence join me on the couch. Without saying anything you shifted so my head was in your lap and you ran your hands through my hair until I calmed down. 

“I need you to explain,” You said in a emotionless tone, after my crying had stopped. 

“I was just trying to protect you. I didn’t something bad to happen to you because of me, stupid Spider-Man. So I thought it would just be easier to cut you out of my life. But that was a terrible idea. I have been so miserable these past couple months, and I’m so sorry. Everything I said about you was I lie. I loved you so much and I still do,” I rambled, almost crying again. You removed your hands from my hair and rubbed my back instead. But you didn’t reply.

“Why are you here?” I asked quietly trying to break the painful silence.

“He was cheating the whole time. You always know how to make me happy and I just want my Peter back,” You finally replied with a quivering voice. 

“Can you forgive me?” I asked. Your answer was hesitant.

“Promise me you won’t do it again. I can’t handle that again, Peter” You said in a stern, yet vulnerable voice. I sat up finally looking at you. 

“I promise Y/N. I need you. I need you here with me,” I replied. I wiped the tears that had fallen from your eyes. I leaned my forehead against yours, pressing the lightest kiss against your lips.

I’m happier with you” I admitted, pressing another soft kiss against your lips.

p.s.s. i’m sorry there wasn’t much dialogue!! love you guys!!

One Pure Thought - 2


a/n: i started just writing smut and then got carried away and made a story….

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warnings: it gets frisky towards the end

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count:  4,409

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

Awakened by the persistent knocking, Eric groaned and climbed out from under the covers. Crossing his apartment, he had a good idea who it was causing the racket.

“What do you want, Abs?” Eric snapped, opening the door a crack to find Abernathy, as he had suspected.

“Missed you in the gym this morning,” his friend spoke in a cheery voice, obviously much more awake than he was.

“I got my workout last night.” Eric shifted, adjusting the door so Abernathy was able see over his shoulder and spy the sleeping body underneath the sheets of Eric’s bed.

“Nice,” he nodded, accepting Eric’s alabi. “I’ll catch you later then.”

“Yeah, later,” Eric grumbled, shutting the door and shuffling back to his bed.

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The days are long and brutally hot. They didn’t bring nearly enough water with them, and by the second day Will has completely stopped sweating, which can’t be a good sign.

When the sun is high overhead they stop to rest. Matt collapses to the ground, sprawling his limbs. “We’re gonna die out here,” he moans skyward. He turns his head to look at Will. “What about your trick with the dirt? Couldn’t that work with water?”

For a second Will lights up. “Maybe,” he says, but it only takes a moment for him to see the problem. “It might work for the pathogen, but not for, like, e. coli. There’s lots of nasty shit in this water that isn’t alien.”

Matt licks his dry lips. “What if we boiled it?”

“Sure. Let’s send up a smoke signal.”

“Don’t be a dick. I’m just thinking.”

“Think better,” Will mutters. They have maybe half a gallon of water left between them. He knows Matt’s right, and he has absolutely no solutions.

As they slog through the woods, they pass cabins like the one they stayed in the first night. They’ve been searching all of them, usually finding something of value — food, Neosporin, a single band-aid. Will keeps his fingers crossed for iodine tablets, but no dice.

They reach the base of the mountains early in the evening and bed down for the night in a cabin that’s more like a shack, the wooden walls mostly rotted through and a dirt floor. As the sun falls below the horizon Will waits for the heat to break, but it never does; the air is humid, unrelenting. A poem half-remembered. He can picture it on the page of his ninth-grade English textbook. Water, water, everywhere; nor any drop to drink.

He opens his mouth wider, like he could drink the air if he just tried hard enough.

Before they go to bed, they each take a sip of water. It’s warm from the sun and the heat, but it’s still the best thing Will’s ever tasted.

It only takes moments for Matt to fall asleep. For Will, it’s harder. Every day it’s harder; every night he spends hours staring into the black. He doesn’t get tired anymore. Sometimes it feels like he only sleeps out of habit.

He watches Matt tossing and turning in the moist, stagnant air. In the dark he reaches, pretending his powers are like a radio signal, traveling in straight lines during the day, bouncing off every surface and climbing impossible heights after the sun sets.

Will reaches toward his parents, and faintly — faintly — they are there. Sleeping, he thinks: their thoughts are troubled and rocky, but there is a sameness to them that tells him they can’t be conscious. After a moment he leaves them, turning his mind toward the mountains.

If he went outside now, he would see the world full of light. The stars and the full moon, the fires on the slopes, all familiar, and then something new: on a plateau far above them, a tower, glowing dim. Its light pulses like a heartbeat, like there’s something organic in that cold casing. In every panel of glass Will sees his own death. A thousand screens playing a thousand movies, and all of them have the same ending.

The tower, the tower. Something in it knows him, something in it calls. Will’s mind reaches, his blood reaches.

And Will swears he feels the tower reaching back.

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Genji/McCree with an S/O with absolutely downright terrible insomnia? How would they go about helping their S/O?

Heya!! I’m alive again everyone, and hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with my schedule again now that finals have finally ended and I survived. I actually loved this prompt because while I don’t have insomnia, I usually end up staying up very late because I’m too anxious too fall asleep. Turns out all I needed to do was get off my butt and make some tea to chill out, but insomnia obviously isn’t that easy.

Hope you enjoy these scenarios my friend! And I also hope the s/o likes tea, because that’s what I’m making them drink ahaaa <3

*If I get anything about the prompt incorrect or you find that it wasn’t what you were looking for, then please let me know and I’ll try my best to fix any mistakes in writing! 

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your writing for the prettymuch boys! Brandon is my main man, and i really want to read more of B🐝 Can you please write on how meeting Brandon for the first time would be like? How you meet for the first time basically

in celebration of the boys’s first tour, enjoy lovely :) 

Tour life can be hard for any artist, but it was particularly heavy for Brandon. Passionate and fully immersed in his work, music is all he has dedicated himself to for the past half a decade. Artists (including the rest of the boys) would always talk about their After Show Glow, that Post Concert High, whereas Brandon would have his eyes glued to his phone, scrolling through social media to see what the audience thought of their performance. In a way, he’s thankful that he’s in a band. Lord knows he would change the stage setup after every show if he didn’t have his boys to bring him back to Earth after he’d float away for a bit. 

Tonight is no different. The first show of their headlining tour, Brandon gave it his all tonight. Usually, he’s already on a 150% anyway, but tonight he was on an entirely different level. It was great for the stage, the boys shared his chemistry and they were bouncing off of each other’s enthusiasm. Backstage once the light dims and the screaming stops, however, gets a bit trickier. 

As he waits for Nick and Austin to change out of their stage outfits, Brandon slouches in the corner of the couch in their dressing room. His nervous leg is drilling a hole through the concrete floor, and the excited chatter has become background noise. 

“Yo B, you’ve gotta quit stressing.” Edwin nudges his jittering leg. 

“Huh?” Brandon looks up from his illuminating phone, briefly confused. “Oh, nah. Was just checkin’ Twitter.”

“And they loved us, right?” Austin asks rhetorically, a half playful and half comforting smile on his lips. 

“Yeah…I guess,” Brandon rolls his lower lip between his fore and middle finger in a pondering manner. “I did miss that high note on that last one, though.” 

“Bro, we’ve all been there. Hell, sometimes I miss all of my notes. Remember that MTV performance?” Zion snickers at himself, but Brandon knows he’s just as earnest. 

The boys join Zion’s half-hearted laughter, but all Brandon can muster is a meek smile. 

“How ‘bout you get some air?” Edwin suggests, jutting his chin towards the door.

Brandon’s eyes shifts to his phone, contemplating for a second. “Yeah,” He sighs and nods, shoving his phone in his pocket. “That’s a good idea.”

“Good.” Edwin nods in return, patting him on the back before Brandon gets up and leaves the room. 

As soon as the door closes behind him, Brandon lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. People were still running about back stage, checking and packing up sound equipment. The boys used to take turns wandering backstage after shows, back when everything was still too surreal to process and they just needed time to bask in the glory of their jobs. Brandon is the only one that still does it until now. Not really for perspective anymore, but it still helps with clearing his thoughts. 

He finds himself wandering to the stage entrance. What seemed like a little world he shared with his best friends just a few hours ago is now a vast empty space. He can almost hear the echoes of the crowd’s shrill cheers that enveloped him earlier that night. It takes a while for him to focus out of his thoughts and see that there was young girl sitting at the edge of the stage, legs dangling towards the empty space the audience inhibited earlier. 

“Hey!” Brandon calls out, eyes wide in worry. “Are you supposed to be here?”

His voice startles you, causing you to lose your balance and fall of the stage edge with a little shriek. 

“Shit!” Brandon swears, instantly running to you. “Are you okay?” 

You groan, rubbing your knees. “I’m fine.” 

“Here,” you crane your neck to see him outstretching his hand to you. You take it, letting him pull you up while you use your free arm to prop you up and over the edge of the stage. “I’m sorry about that. Are you okay? I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.”

“I know,” you admit, sighing deeply. “Please don’t tell Andrew I’m here. I promise I’ll get all the mic cables packed in half an hour.” 

“Andrew the tour manager?” Brandon’s eyebrows furrow. “You’re a roadie?” 

“Yes.” you look up, raising an accusatory eyebrow. “I’ve been on tour with you guys since Seattle.” 

“…What?” the crease between Brandon’s eyebrows deepen. 

“I’m the one who gave Austin the anime recommendations? I’m in charge of your in-ears..? Is none of this ringing a bell?” you ask. 

“Wait, you’re (y/n)?” Brandon finally puts two and two together. Austin never shuts up about hanging out with one of the roadies, watching new TV shows and movies. He even made the boys watch Your Name one night upon watching it with you. Brandon always thought Austin was talking about some nerdy technician. 

“Yes.” you gave him a pointed look. “Wow, you’ve really been out of it. The boys say you’re not always like this but it’s a little hard to believe, to be honest.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brandon cocks his head to the side. 

“Well,” you reach up to tighten your ponytail. “You’ve been taking extra post show walks lately. Max tried to set up some speakers during sound check today and you almost tripped over one.” you involuntarily chuckle at the memory.

“I’ve got a lot on my mind lately.” Brandon smiles, even though he knows you’re kind of making fun of him. 

“I can tell.” you hum, squatting to sit back down on the edge of the stage. 

“How ‘bout you? Why are you sitting out here all by yourself?” Brandon joins beside you, legs freely dangling beneath him. 

“Oh, you know, just thinking about my petty technician life. Mere mortal thoughts.” you sigh dramatically. 

“No, seriously.” It elicits a few laughs from Brandon and you can’t help but smile, happy to have gotten rid of the little frown he’s been sporting the past few days - even if only for a minutes. “What’s up?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, eyes nervously averting to the vast space before the two of you. “Dreaming of a career change?”

“Oh yeah? What do you want to do?” Brandon asks, never keeping his eyes off  of your side profile. He was genuinely interested, if not desperate for a distraction. He wanted to know how you became a roadie, which artists you’ve worked with, where you’re from. 

“More.” you sigh. “I mean, I went to school for music engineering. I’m capable of so much more. It’s just that equipment is expensive, and I don’t even know if I can actually sing.” 

“You went to school for music engineering?” Brandon’s eyes widened in awe. 

“Yes.” you frowned, thinking that Brandon wasn’t fully immersed in your conversation. It was foolish of you to think that a pop star was interested in your problems anyway. 

“No,” Brandon’s eyes doubled in size. “I was listening. I’m just-” 

“Out of it?” you offered, a polite smile on your lips. 

“Kind of. I guess I was so busy worrying about what I do that I forgot how lucky I am to be doing this in the first place.” Brandon averts his eyes, looking out into the empty seats. Working has mentally drained him, but he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he wasn’t able to do this everyday. 

“You are extremely lucky.” you hum, longingly gazing at the empty seats. 

Comfortable envelops the two of you, both lost in thought but in different headspaces. 

“Tell you what, (y/n),” Brandon suddenly says, getting up and dusting off his jeans. 

“Hmm?” you ask, doing the same. 

“I’ll help you write a song if you help me produce it. Deal?” he offers, the trademark Brandon Arreaga determined glint returning in his eyes. 

“Are you kidding?” you gasp. 

“Nope, I’m a hundred percent serious. Take it or leave it.” he lifts his hand, offering it to you to shake. 

“Oh my god. Deal.” you take it without hesitation, suppressing a squeal in the back of your throat. 

“Great. I’ll see you on the tour bus.” he grins, nods his head as a goodbye, and walks away. 

“Okay.” you meekly reply, still dumbstruck as you watch Brandon’s figure disappear. 

Originally posted by bestbeanz

Reach Me By Page: Spamano One-Shot

Summary: SPAMANO- Lovino forgets his book in class one day. He doesn’t think anything of it when he initially retrieves it, until he notices his bookmark’s been replaced! What the hell sort of note is this supposed to be? And what kind of idiot leaves a note in a random library book anyway? Obviously not one who would remember to sign their name. (Fic exchange with @codevassie)

Has anyone ever told you just how wonderful books are? For one thing, they allow you to escape from your hellhole of a life. But, more than that, they’re just so entertaining I find. What was before a dreary day becomes a world full of fantastical wonders, interesting people, and wise, thought-provoking dialogue.

Books allow you to think without having to actually think, if you get what I mean. Your dull day-to-day adventures take a backseat; page my page you reach your emotional limit of how much heartbreak, gore, and betrayal you can withstand. Books challenge your wits by having you guessing at what happens next, only to have something completely unexpected happen and shock you into a reverie of other possibilities.

Life? Life is predictable and boring.

But as for books? Books are never boring; they keep you on your toes, or rather, finger tips as you flip through them

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and then we fell (in love) | shawn mendes imagine


requested by @good-vibes-rollin

word count: 1,487

author’s note: i hope this is at least slightly similar to what you wanted. i’m sorry it took me so long!

Your name: submit What is this?

You were nervous. Shaking-in-your-shoes, pacing-the-floor nervous. Shawn was going to arrive at any moment, and you weren’t ready.

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